The Price of Freedom

AN: It seemed natural to make this chapter a lemon. Pip and Seras love each other after all (or at least the human Pip did) and he is a pervert. How long can Seras remain a vigin for anyway? Of course they would end up in bed. Or on the floor. grin This chapter is pretty much all lemony goodness. There is Pip & Seras lemony action and since I needed to fill some space at the end of the chapter, a little Alucard & Integral lemony action. Everyone should be happy. Well, except for Dark Walter. But don\'t worry - his time will come. Thanks for the reviews everyone. This has been fun to write. Next chapter will be more action oriented and some of the characters will get darker.
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Seras finished cleaning up Sir Integral’s dinner and headed down to her room. She had really enjoyed making the meal for her boss and Integral had actually liked it. It was not something she would want to do everyday but once in awhile it was kind of fun. She wondered when Sir Integral would hire some new staff. But where would she find them? Most if not all of London was dead or undead. Hopefully, there were a few survivors who would need a job.

“Pip?” She called out his name because he was nowhere to be found. My coffin, she thought. Seras did not want to share her coffin with him. There was no particular reason - it was more a feeling in her gut then anything. She knocked gently on the coffin. There was no response so she opened the lid. Where in the bloody hell did you go?

“I took a shower, cherie.” Pip said, standing by bathroom door. He was looking quite like his former self: his hair was wet and unbraided and the only thing he was wearing was a towel around his waist.

Seras could not help but stare at his half naked body. She never realized Pip’s body was so beautiful. Beads of water were still visible on his muscled chest. Seras had the sudden urge to touch him. She realized that she had been practically leering at him and focused her eyes on the ceiling above him. Seras smiled nervously at him. “Oh umm---I see. Were your clothes okay? If not I could get you some new ones. I’ll bet there’s plenty in the soldiers’ quarters.” Seras said, her eyes kept drifting to his chest. Damn it Seras, stop it. You are as bad as him and you know how much you hate it when men stare at your chest. She scolded herself.

“It’s okay, Seras.” Pip said softly as he walked towards her. He grinned as he saw Seras walk backwards into a wall. Pip could not deny that he loved the taste of her fear.

“Huh?” Seras asked getting more apprehensive by the second.

“I said it is okay. You can stare – I don’t mind.” Pip had finally reached her and leaned into her. They were so close that the water from his hair dripped onto her face. “Here Seras, touch me. You know that you want to.” Pip whispered into her ear as he took Seras’ hand, slipped off her glove, placed it on his chest. He shuddered as Seras slowly started to move it around his chest, caressing his skin with light feather touches.

Touching him just felt so right to her. A voice deep inside of her told her that she shouldn’t but Seras could not resist. His body was so close to her – smelling and looking so bloody good. What she felt when she touched him was so intense; it made her tremble just a bit. She wanted to get closer to him, to feel his body on hers, inside of her, to taste him – everywhere. Her mouth was drawn to his chest and before Seras knew what she was doing, she was kissing, sucking, nipping it. Pip pushed her head down harder against him. Being so close and smelling the scent of his blood – Seras felt powerless in what she was about to do.

He moaned as Seras sunk her fangs into his chest. Seras drank from him hungrily - savoring the taste of every drop of blood that was dripping down her throat. It was so delicious Seras had to concentrate on slowing down. She did not want to hurt Pip. His skin tasted sweet and slightly salty; it was almost delicious as the blood itself. And there was something strangely familiar about the taste of his blood. It was slightly similar to Integral’s blood and yet so completely different. There was just a hint of the same sweetness however, it was bitter too. Seras didn’t know why but it was important. She would have to think about it later – when they were done. For now all that existed in the world was the two of them. Seras moaned as Pip pressed his hardness against her body as he grinded his hips against hers.

Pip wanted her – now. He was starting to feel weak from the feeding. He gently pulled Seras away from him and held her face in his hands. Pip brought his mouth to hers and kissed her hard on the mouth. Traces of his blood were still in her mouth – it was delicious. He was pleased with her response as she matched his hunger. Pip tore at her shirt at her shirt. He wanted to feel her bare chest against him.

Seras surprised herself when she put her hands on Pip’s arse and pressed him against her center. She wanted him inside of her right now. Heat and passion were rising in her. The desire was so intense it almost felt painful. Seras groaned as she felt Pip’s lips on her neck. His tongue traced the scars that Alucard had given her and sent a shiver down her spine. His hands squeezed her breasts as he continued to move his lips down her body. His lips tickled her skin as they moved towards her breasts. Seras ran her fingers through his long, damp hair trying to control her lust.

Pip’s mouth had finally reached what he had wanted for so long – Seras’ beautiful breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth and bit down hard. He almost chuckled when he heard her gasp from the pain. As he continued to suck and drink her sweet, virgin blood the gasp became a moan. Pip reached under her skirt and tore at her knickers, finally shoving several fingers inside of her. Seras writhed underneath him and sighed as the swoon from the feeding consumed her.

Pip thrusted his fingers deeper inside her and sunk his fangs down on her other breast. Her blood was so sweet and it felt extraordinary as it dripped down his throat. When Pip stroked her, Seras started to tremble. She was almost ready.

“Tell me you want it, Seras” Pip whispered in her ear. She merely moaned her reply so he stopped. “Tell me, Seras that you want me inside of you. Say you want me to fuck you.” Pip stroked her for a second. And then he stopped. “Tell me, Seras.” Pip did this several more times each time bringing Seras closer to climaxing. Finally, Seras gave him the answer he wanted.

“I want you inside of me, Pip. Please...” Seras pleaded. She was so aroused it hurt.

“Say it.” Pip demanded.

“Fuck me, please.” Seras whispered into his ear.

Pip grinned and pummeled himself inside of her as he pulled her down to the floor. Neither one could wait till they reached the bed. His towel finally fell off as his body tumbled down on top of hers. He pounded into her hard. Pip knew he was hurting her, being so rough. Hurting her, however, was part of what turned him on.

Seras rocked her hips with his. She felt her muscles tighten around him. Seras could not believe how incredibly good shagging felt. No wonder others did it so much. Still, it also hurt like hell and Pip was not being gentle. Strange – but why? The thought was driven out of her head as ripples of pleasure started to build down below. Her muscles spasmed around Pip as she finally came. He released himself inside her a few minutes later – just as her orgasm was ending.

They moved onto her coffin. Seras grinned. Maybe sharing my coffin with him won’t be so bad. She nuzzled her face inside his neck, enjoying Pip’s touch, taste, and smell. Seras was vaguely aware that Pip’s hand had traveled down her back and was caressing her arse. For the moment all was right with the world. Seras even forgot about the doubts she was having about Pip. The police girl fell asleep with a smile on her face.
In the shadows stood a tall dark vampire, dressed in black armor. Dracula was watching his fledgling with an interest. It is about time you lost your virginity, Seras , but did it have to be with him? Dracula did not know why it bothered him but it did. He did nothave any romantic feelings towards his fledgling. Well not really. Dracula always enjoyed more then one woman in his bed but the emotion that filled him was not jealousy. No, it was something more. He did not trust Pip Bernadette one bit. Dracula knew Pip was not what he seemed. If you hurt her, Captain, I shall enjoy every second of your torture. Dracula faded into mist and went up to Integral’s room. Perhaps I can enter her dreams. I can do things to her in them that she’d never let me do when she is awake. Well, at least not yet. Dracula’s laughter filled the house as he arrivedoutside ofIntegral’s bedroom door still in the form of a dark shadow.

Alucard reformed inside of Integral’s room by her bed. It was so tempting to stroke her hair, inhale her scent, taste her lips. All in good time. The Count put his hand just above her long flowing hair and traced the outline of it, keeping his fingers less then an inch away from her. He had waited so long for another woman like the one he lost so many years ago. Mina Harker. Dracula had been too forceful, too impatient with her. If I only would have allowed her to come to me instead of pushing her – she could have mine, forever. Ironic, the vampire thought, the woman who remindsme so much of her is a descendant of van Helsing himself, the man who had capturedme and took away everything. No, this time would be different, Integral would be his one day but it would be her choice. For now playing with Integral in her dreams would have to satisfy him… and how it would.

Integral shifted restlessly on the bed. Damn, why am I so hot. It was cold as hell last night. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. And my head is pounding. The British Knight reached for her glasses. She could not see a thing without them. Something, Integral sensed, was wrong or was it just different? As she put her glasses on and her eyes adjusted to darkness, Integral realized something was very wrong and far too different - she had no idea where she was.

An outline of a body slowly began to take shape. She wasn’t sure if it was a hallucination or the darkness playing tricks on her. Or perhaps it was a vampire or ghost. “Alucard---er I mean Dracula?” Integral asked the dark shadow before her. Who else could it be? She wondered.

Dracula walked to the bed and stroked Integral’s hair possessively. In this world she was his. “My Master, How are you feeling?” He sat down on the bed next to her.

“How am I?” Integral asked, her voice filled with anger. “I, Dracula, am not good. I’m hot as hell, my head hurts, and I have no idea where I am.” Integral glared at him when she was finished talking.

“Let me explain, Countess. We are in my homeland – Romania. Don’t worry I’ll take you back to London in a few hours. That is – if you still want to return.” Alucard started to unbutton her night gown. “As for the heat, we can take care of that. Let me remove this garment and you will be more then comfortable.”

“Alucard have you lost your mind?” Integral asked him but for a reason unknown to her, she didn’t stop his action of undressing her. Integral Hellsing watched him. The Hellsing realized she liked the feel of his finger on her nightgown. Alucard finished unbuttoning

“No, Integral, I can assure you – I have not.” He threw her nightgown to the floor and looked at his Master. Her beauty amazed him. Her dark skin was almost completely bare as she sat staring back at him with only her knickers and bra on. Then with his dark powers, the vampire forced the shutters in the large window to open allowing the wind from outside to cool the room.

The warm breeze caressed Integral’s half naked body and she sighed. The breeze felt so good on her body – even her headache had ended. She smiled at the Count. “Thank you Count,” she said softly, “that is much better.” Integral did not feel like herself at all. Her usual defenses against her servant were slipping away. She vaguely felt like she should be covering herself up or ordering him to stop and take her back to London. The strange thing was, she had no desire to go. The way she felt in this bedroom at this moment was quite nice. Maybe I’ll stay for awhile.

Integral did not stop the Count as he removed her bra. His cool hands felt so good on her hot body. She moaned as his hands caressed her skin. Seconds later she felt him removing her knickers. Integral didn’t say a word or stop his hands as he touched her down below. Her body trembled slightly as the Count brought her just to the brink of a climax.

Dracula was on top of her now, both of their bodies bare. Her warmth was incredible against his cold skin. He bit her first. That would need to come before the sex – even now. Surprising both of them, she did not stop him. Instead, Integral groaned as the Count drank from the vein in her neck directly. The swoon filled her body up and it was all she could feel. He paused – it was time for his Master to become his bride.

Alucard almost couldn’t stop. Integral’s blood was intoxicating him as it slid down his throat. If he didn’t, she might die and Dracula could not have that. He cut his chest, just above his nipple, with his sharp nails and switched places with Integral. Now she was on top of him. “Would you like to taste me, my Master?” He asked her and then forcefully pushed her head onto his chest. Alucard moaned as Integral started to lick his blood from his chest.

“It doesn’t taste bad.” Integral comments as she started to suck Alucard’s self-inflicted wound. She found herself wanting more – his blood filled her with lust, with power.

Alucard caressed her with his dark shadows – they touched her everywhere. As Integral moaned, Dracula turned her over and took his position on top of her. She screamed feeling both pleasure and pain as the Count entered inside of her. He was not gentle at all with her. It was not in his nature. Dracula bit the other side of her neck as continued to pound into his Master, making her groan, moan, and grunt.

Integral did not believe anything could feel so good. She was not sure what she liked better – the shagging or him drinking her blood. Integral decided she liked both of them at the same time. The swoon was bringing her to ecstasy as Alucard continued shagging her. The world went black and all sound ceased until her orgasm reached its end.

Dracula waited until Integral had almost reached the end of her climax before emptying himself into her. The two moaned and groaned together as the culmination of what they both had wanted to do for so many years reached its end. Integral stroked her servant’s hair as they basked in the afterglow of sex for several minutes.

As she reached for her cigarillo, the reality of what she had just done hit her. She traced her tongue over her newly formed fangs. Her father’s voice rang in her ears – telling her how evil vampires were. What have I done? She glanced over to where Alucard had been – he was gone now. Integral heard someone screaming her servant’s name. Who in the hell could it be? After a few seconds Integral realized it had been her screaming for him. Dracula still wasn\'t here.
Integral awoke the next morning. A strange aroma filled the room. It smelled like…sex. A feeling of embarrassmentcame overher whenshe realizedthat it was her own arousal. What in the bloody hell? Memories of last night slowly started to come back and a feeling of slightpanic set in. She walked into the bathroom to see for herself. Integral examanined her physical appearance in the mirror, looking at her skin, eyes, and teeth. She did not appear to be a midian. Her skin was still dark and warm; her eyes werestill blue. Integral traced her tongue over her teeth. They were normal - she had not grown fangs. “But I was sure…could all if just have been a dream?” She said aloud.

Why yes, Master. You don’t think I would turn you without your permission. Alucard’s voice spoke inside of her mind.

A feeling of rage came over Integral Hellsing, suddenly. “How dare you enter my dreams without my permission, Count?”

Oh come on, Countess, admit it. You enjoyed every moment. Alucard taunted her. What is that scent you are wearing, Integral?

Integral grabbed a cup of water that had been on the night stand and crushed it, causing her to bleed. “What? Just shut up, you git!”

Dracula’s laughter resounded in her mind before going silent. Integral rushed inside her bathroom. She had to wash off these two dreaded scents that would certainly get her into trouble: blood and sex. How in the hell would I explain them to anyone? She asked herself. Integral sighed as the hot water hit her back in the shower. She didn\'t feel the dark presence in her bathroom. The vampire watching her however, was quite enjoying the view.