Nights to Remember

A/N: I still wish I owned Hellsing, but alas, it is not so.

Finally, some lemony goodness!

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Chapter 4

Two short hours had passed since that unexpected conversation. But as Integra realized that she’d finished all of the work she could possibly do in one day, ‘or one night,’ she admitted to herself, she began to feel nervous. Would the vampire follow through? He always did, she knew, and this did nothing to help her feel comfortable with the situation. Sighing exasperatedly, the steely woman rose from her desk, clicked of the dim lamp, and made her way in the dark to the hall and then to her bed chambers. Turning the lights in her room on, she locked the door behind her. ‘Not like that will stop him, but who knows what he’s up to,’ she figured.

Integra sat down on the edge of her bed, fully clothed. Exhaustion pulled at her limbs, and she wanted very much to succumb to the soft bed that awaited her. However, she didn’t feel she could very well face an intrusion from Alucard in her nightclothes. ‘It wouldn’t do to have him ogling me, since that is most likely what that imp would do,’ she convinced herself, ‘and God knows how difficult it would be to control him if I gave him that.’

“Is that really all you think I’m after? Just sitting and staring at you covetously?” Integra jumped and nearly flew off the edge of the bed, which would have caused her to have a close introduction to the hard stone floor. She quickly regained her composure, however, and glared at the cause of her distress, who had appeared on the opposite side of her four-poster bed.

“Moron. Of course that’s not all I think. I also believe that you are an impetuous creature with little else to do than to bother that which contains it.” Alucard laughed at this observation. The woman never failed to amaze and simultaneously amuse him. His energy level had increased since their conversation earlier that evening, and he tried to contain his glee in her presence.

Though she may not have been socially adept, Integra did notice the not-so-slight change in her pet. He seemed more eager to her, like there was going to be a surprise ending to this exchange. She didn’t like it. “What did you wish to speak to me about?”

At this simple question, Alucard’s mouth spread into a wide, yet not cruel, smile. “What I had in mind really involves very little conversation. At least, nothing intellectual. What I had in mind was more… How can I put this?... Personal.” The vampire, who had arrived without the hat and glasses, gracefully laid down on his back next to Integra. Stretching his legs out in front of him, he put his hands behind his head and turned to look up at her. “Let’s have some girl talk.”

Integra’s mouth fell open. Firstly, he was laying on her bed. Secondly, the great vampire Alucard wanted to have girl talk. Something was amiss.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asked her, bringing himself up to her eye level. His face was close to hers, and she could feel his light breath on her ear as he spoke. “Or maybe you’d rather a dog had it?” His long tongue stroked her ear lightly, causing her to lose her breath. Her heart was pounding, and the pit of her stomach was beginning to tingle. Shaking herself of the feeling as best she could, Integra got up off the bed.

The woman was unsure of how to proceed. She could hardly send him away, but he wanted girl talk? ‘That is just weird.’

“I was only kidding. But it worked, right? I got to stay on your bed because you were too flabbergasted to react properly. I believe I should get an extra bag of blood for such a feat,” came the jaunting voice from the bed.

Integra whirled around and yelled at the smug face smiling up from her pillows. “How dare you?! You think you can just come in here and seduce me with your immature charms and charismatic wit? You are mistaken. If you’ve come here to win me over with such tactics, it will not work.” Crossing the distance she’d put between herself and the bed, she leaned on the edge, her arms holding her upright. Staring into the eyes of a very surprised Nosferatu, the woman continued. “I will only be swept off my feet by a knight. A nobleman, with intentions not only of sex but of commitment. I will not be used by some suave idiot whose tongue drips with sweet poison.” She eyed him warily, waiting for the snide remark that certainly would follow.

Alucard, however, sat up and crossed his legs on the bed. After a few moments, he turned his attention back to Integra. He was insulted, hurt somehow by these words. ‘I don’t get hurt, I’m not sensitive,’ he thought quizzically to himself. ‘Yet here I am, feeling her words burning into my mind. Damn softy.’

“Do you love me?” Alucard gazed intently at the woman. He’d been waiting so long for this moment, and he didn’t want to ruin it. He could not let it pass them by. True feelings, though hard to realize and harder to share, needed to be revealed. The room became tense, as Integra stared back at him. Waiting was torture at this point, even for someone with all the time in the world and then some. He knew the answer, but he didn’t know if she knew it herself.

Integra, on the other hand, had had no idea that the vampire cared whether or not she loved him. She figured he’d already known for quite some time. Gathering her strength, she made eye contact with her first, and only, love. “Yes, Alucard. I daresay you already knew, and I must admit to you that I’ve always been in love with you. You are the knight I speak of. I did not mean to insult you, I only meant to state in my own way that you are the only one for me.” Sighing heavily, she sat back down on the edge of the bed, her back turned towards her pet. “I didn’t think you cared. I didn’t know you were capable of caring.”

The mightiest monster in the world felt relieved at these words, and he wanted to make sure that Integra knew that he was sincere. “And I love you. Have you not noticed? I’ve only ever been at your side. You know I could have left you, broken away from these bonds of servitude. But I stayed. Do you know why that was?” and he wrapped his arms around the woman, pulling her to him. “It was because I loved you, like I have never loved, and quite possibly will never love again. You are amazing, Integra, my master, my love.” He brushed away her hair and kissed her neck lightly.

Integra was nearly in tears for the second time that night, but this time she didn’t care. Ignoring the quiet and quickly fading voice nagging her about the fact that she was about to do something she’d been working her whole life to avoid, she let herself fall into the arms of the one who loved her most intimately. Leaning back so that he could get to her neck more readily, she laid on his shoulder. He kissed up her neck and to her lips. Having never been kissed, the act was awkward for her. She gently pushed him away and turned around on the bed, kneeling, facing the vampire. When he looked at her questioningly, she simply smiled and kissed him again. This time, when he ran his tongue gently across her lower lip, she opened her mouth to him.

She had always dreamt of what it would feel like to kiss Alucard. Whatever she’d thought, it was nothing like the real thing. His tongue, being that of an experienced, blood-sucking creature, was long and skilled. He worked his way through her mouth, sensually feeling every part of her with his soft, cool tongue. He moved his hands up her arms, holding them firmly. Both individuals were lost in the kiss, but Integra was at a loss for any rational thought. When he laid her down on the bed, she opened her eyes for the first time since the kiss had begun.

“Integra…” he breathed, looking into those clear eyes of hers. “Master… Give me your orders.” He was staring now, his body gently pressing that of the woman into the bed. She looked at him, eyes half closed from desire. “Alucard, my love. I am ready for you. Take me now,” she sighed to him. She closed her eyes and laid her head back on the pillow. Taking this signal, Alucard began removing her clothes. First, that drab greenish jacket that concealed everything he loved about her had to go. He slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. He then removed her tie and broach, careful not to touch the cross. This he also discarded. Her white, button-up shirt was only slightly more revealing, ever more teasing the monster. Instead of removing the shirt, he began once again to kiss her neck, using his tongue to elicit small moans of pleasure from the queenly woman. The small sounds made Alucard harder, adding to his increasing desire.

Slowly the Nosferatu unbuttoned Integra’s shirt, kissing the skin he uncovered as he went along. When this process was complete, he pulled the offending material open, showing to him her full breasts concealed only by a plain bra. Using his long, slender fingers, he began kneading her bosom. She arched her back into his touch, moaning ever more loudly. He ripped off her bra, not caring to undo the clasps. When he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, she gasped; he worked her other nipple with his fingers, rolling it between thumb and index fingers. Abruptly, he switched, laving attention on the opposite breasts with his mouth and hand. Integra leaned into him more eagerly with every flick of his tongue over her hard knob, every squeeze of his fingers. Their crotches were grinding together, his hard on rubbing against her heated crotch through their clothing.

Integra needed more. She couldn’t name what she wanted from him, but she knew that she needed it soon. “Alucard… Please,” she whispered. “I need you, I need… Something…” Reaching down her body, she grabbed his head and shoved it further down to her groin. Smiling gently, the man cupped her through her pants. Her hips bucked against him violently. With one swift motion, he removed her shoes and unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, then, with astonishing speed, vanquished the offensive coverings and threw them away from them. Her panties were wet with her excitement; he sniffed at her, and the scent was overpowering. He ripped through the unimpressive garment, leaving the woman completely naked save her unbuttoned shirt. The sight was staggering. This specimen, this mere human woman, was breathtakingly beautiful. ‘She will make a wonderful companion,’ Alucard thought, ‘eventually, but not yet.’

Looking at her face, which was contorted with the pleasure and need she’d never before felt, Alucard felt his control leaving him. However, he knew he’d have to be gentle, and that he could not betray her trust. That would be unforgivable. Breathing in her scent deeply once again, he swiped at her clit with his tongue. Integra cried out, her hips once again bucking against his face. Taking this as a sign to continue his explorations of her virgin body, he dipped his unnaturally long tongue into her folds. She was so delicious, and so very tight. He lapped at her juices, feeling her walls with just the tip, then all sides, of his tongue, drawing out various moans and cries from the woman under his command. “Alucard…”

Hearing her say his name with such fervor made him even harder, though he’d thought it couldn’t happen. With one final sweep up her cleft, he removed his tongue. Realizing that, somehow, he was still completely clothed, he deftly removed his shirt and boots and pants. This left him bare, his proud and eager member extended to its full length. Integra gazed at him with naïve wonder, amazed at his size. A slight fear began to creep into her, but she brushed it away. This was Alucard, her lover. He would be gentle. She was, however, taken by complete surprise when he stuck his finger into her warm, wet flower, eliciting a gasp and more moans and cries. Using his thumb, he rubbed her pearl while working his finger inside of her. Her hips rose uncontrollably at his touch, deftly following his every movement. When he felt the time was right, he slipped in another finger, both stretching her and massaging her G-spot. Her walls tightened around him ever so slightly; her juices were free-flowing now, like honey out of the comb. He could sense that she was close. Now was the time.

“This may hurt at first,” he warned her. “Don’t be afraid, I will be careful.” Gritting his teeth, he put the tip of his weeping cock at her entrance. She pushed at him, grinding him with her crotch. He moaned, and slowly began entering her. She was wonderfully tight. He hadn’t experienced someone this perfect for him in all his long years. He stopped halfway, reading her expression. It was that of pure pleasure. Whatever pain she felt was only adding to her climax. Leaning over her, he entered the rest of the way. She fit him all, and it was amazing. He kissed her passionately, and she kissed him back. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she hungrily pulled him closer to her. “Let me be on the top,” she commanded him. Only too willing to oblige, Alucard flipped them over.

This Integra was somewhat used to, that is, holding the dominant position. Leaning down so that her long platinum hair was splayed on his chest, she began to rock forwards and backwards. Alucard leaned his head back and growled, closing his eyes. Using all of her upper body, she rocked slowly in every direction, creating different angles with him inside her. All the vampire could do was try not to cry out; vampires didn’t do such things. But when she began to move up and down, riding him out on her high, he couldn’t help but moan just as wantonly as she had. Throwing his head back and forth, his gasps grew louder with each up and down action of his lover. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing them roughly. This sent Integra over the edge, and her no-longer-virgin muscles clamped as she reached orgasm. Having been achingly hard since before they’d even begun this entire process, Alucard came just as soon as Integra did. She collapsed on him, and he held her close to him.

After a short time, Integra rolled off her lover. “I am tired, servant,” she said, still in a husky voice. “Then by all means, Master, you should get some rest.” Laying on his side behind her, the Nosferatu draped on arm around her waist, the other under his own head.

“Do you still doubt me, love?” he whispered into her ear.

“No, my dearest. And never again.”

“Let’s do this again soon.”

“Real soon.” And with that, the two slept.

When Integra awoke the next morning, she was alone in her bed. But next to her lied a single red rose, and she knew that she hadn’t been dreaming. With a smile on her face, she sat up and stretched, ready for anything this day promised to throw her way.

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A/N: and thus I have avoided another two hours' worth of homework! Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are still nice!