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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
23,335
Reviews:
115
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Devilish dreaming
Chapter Eight
Montgomery sat in his well furnished apartment. He slung back his brandy like water and slammed the glass down on the desk. "You're sure about this?" he asked the shadowy figure in the corner, "because I can’t afford for anything to fuck this up."
"I am certain," came the cool voice, "You seek the fall of Hellsing and so does she. Go this address." The older woman moved forward from the shadows and tucked a small card between his stiff fingers.
Montgomery would be boarding a plane in the morning and flying to Hamburg. There he would change the course of his fate. There he would see to the destruction of that hell house and it's freak loving master. He tightened his grip as the woman shut the door and smiled. He was willing to pay any price to see his plan carried out. What was the point of quibbling about a little thing like humanity when eternity was the benefit?
He reminded himself of that when he disembarked the plane. A driver was waiting beyond the gate, a little paper sign held in his hands. Montgomery followed him to the car outside. He adjusted himself in the leather seats, getting comfortable. He needn't have bothered, the ride was over soon enough.
He marched himself to the door of the large residence and knocked. An aged woman, the housekeeper no doubt answered the door and he stared down at her for a moment. "I am Captain Montgomery" he told her.
She nodded and stepped back into the shadowy interior of the house, "Madam has been expecting you. Won't you come in?" her accent hung heavy between them, but he stepped inside after her and she shut the door. He'd never see the sun again after today.
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Nestled in her bed in England, Integra never knew that Montgomery had sacrificed his humanity and that while her body writhed in dreams, his blood left him in lusty pulls from his flesh. That while the hours of the night slipped away, so too did his life, and through it all her monster sat near her bed, staring with crimson eyes at the woman.
Integra was hot. Her body felt sticky with sweat, she was being devoured by icy fire. In her dreams, her vampire floated above her, pale body gleaming in the moonlight even as his demonic black tresses fanned out around him.
She felt his hands caress her face, a soft stroke of cool flesh against flushed skin. Her eyes fluttered as he came closer. His lips inches from her own. "You are mine." He whispered to her, as his elegant fingers swept over the curve of her throat.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning but he heard the desire anyway. His lips closed over hers, and she let herself fall open to him. Her neck arching as his tongue moved between her lips. She grew breathless from the tangle of tongues, the touch of his hands. And then he settled his weight on her and she wrapped her arms around him.
His hand moved lower to palm her upturned breast and she moaned into his mouth. She panted for breath as he licked his way along her throat, that area that was so forbidden to him, so delightful to her. The thought that he could kill her came swiftly as did the knowledge that he would not.
One of his hands slid lower to cup the heat of her womanliness and she arched into that hand. Her nightgown bunched and lifted as he stoked long fingers against the damp flesh. He grinned against her pale throat as his thumb found that hidden jewel and stroked it. Tenderly then roughly, until she was aching and writhing.
He whispered comforting words to her as he slipped two fingers into the silken heat now damp and slick with desire. She cried out his name a moment later, her body lifting, fitting to his. Alucard bit down lightly on her vein, not enough to break skin, just a hint of a mark. His own passions bubbling perilously close to the surface.
And then, Integra woke. Alucard studied her in the naked light of dawn. He'd watched over her through the night, his instincts tolling a warning. He'd seen her mind, felt her desire, and he had encouraged it. Without a word he locked eyes with her and stood. Integra was still panting in her bed, when he vanished.
Montgomery sat in his well furnished apartment. He slung back his brandy like water and slammed the glass down on the desk. "You're sure about this?" he asked the shadowy figure in the corner, "because I can’t afford for anything to fuck this up."
"I am certain," came the cool voice, "You seek the fall of Hellsing and so does she. Go this address." The older woman moved forward from the shadows and tucked a small card between his stiff fingers.
Montgomery would be boarding a plane in the morning and flying to Hamburg. There he would change the course of his fate. There he would see to the destruction of that hell house and it's freak loving master. He tightened his grip as the woman shut the door and smiled. He was willing to pay any price to see his plan carried out. What was the point of quibbling about a little thing like humanity when eternity was the benefit?
He reminded himself of that when he disembarked the plane. A driver was waiting beyond the gate, a little paper sign held in his hands. Montgomery followed him to the car outside. He adjusted himself in the leather seats, getting comfortable. He needn't have bothered, the ride was over soon enough.
He marched himself to the door of the large residence and knocked. An aged woman, the housekeeper no doubt answered the door and he stared down at her for a moment. "I am Captain Montgomery" he told her.
She nodded and stepped back into the shadowy interior of the house, "Madam has been expecting you. Won't you come in?" her accent hung heavy between them, but he stepped inside after her and she shut the door. He'd never see the sun again after today.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Nestled in her bed in England, Integra never knew that Montgomery had sacrificed his humanity and that while her body writhed in dreams, his blood left him in lusty pulls from his flesh. That while the hours of the night slipped away, so too did his life, and through it all her monster sat near her bed, staring with crimson eyes at the woman.
Integra was hot. Her body felt sticky with sweat, she was being devoured by icy fire. In her dreams, her vampire floated above her, pale body gleaming in the moonlight even as his demonic black tresses fanned out around him.
She felt his hands caress her face, a soft stroke of cool flesh against flushed skin. Her eyes fluttered as he came closer. His lips inches from her own. "You are mine." He whispered to her, as his elegant fingers swept over the curve of her throat.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning but he heard the desire anyway. His lips closed over hers, and she let herself fall open to him. Her neck arching as his tongue moved between her lips. She grew breathless from the tangle of tongues, the touch of his hands. And then he settled his weight on her and she wrapped her arms around him.
His hand moved lower to palm her upturned breast and she moaned into his mouth. She panted for breath as he licked his way along her throat, that area that was so forbidden to him, so delightful to her. The thought that he could kill her came swiftly as did the knowledge that he would not.
One of his hands slid lower to cup the heat of her womanliness and she arched into that hand. Her nightgown bunched and lifted as he stoked long fingers against the damp flesh. He grinned against her pale throat as his thumb found that hidden jewel and stroked it. Tenderly then roughly, until she was aching and writhing.
He whispered comforting words to her as he slipped two fingers into the silken heat now damp and slick with desire. She cried out his name a moment later, her body lifting, fitting to his. Alucard bit down lightly on her vein, not enough to break skin, just a hint of a mark. His own passions bubbling perilously close to the surface.
And then, Integra woke. Alucard studied her in the naked light of dawn. He'd watched over her through the night, his instincts tolling a warning. He'd seen her mind, felt her desire, and he had encouraged it. Without a word he locked eyes with her and stood. Integra was still panting in her bed, when he vanished.