Possessed

Author\'s Note: I made some minor changes to correct the flow of the story and fixed one grammar error that a reviewer had commented on.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or its characters. Hellsing is owned by Kohta Hirano. Since I do not own them, I do not want or seek any compensation for them.

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Father Anderson had killed the last of the vampires - now if only he could find Wolfe. The priest prayed she was still alive. He hadn’t heard her scream so there was still hope. Anderson cursed the demons as he looked for her. Something just seemed so wrong about them even being here. Anderson wondered if someone from the Vatican had set them up and was beginning to feel that coming here had been a trap. He wondered why Maxwell had sent him to investigate the vampire cult. The ancient temple they were at was in Southern Ireland and located in a Protestant county. It seemed more like something Hellsing should investigate - not Iscariot. Now, they were stranded here in the middle of a hurricane. The whole situation almost seemed deliberate, like someone wanted to trap him and Wolfe here. He would not have been bothered by the bad weather except Alexander sensed a strange presence: it felt evil and yet strangely he was not threatened by it. Vampires he could kill but this felt like an older, more powerful spirit or perhaps there was more then one. His gut told him it was a ghost but he sensed the spirit was far from typical. He just hoped his powers as a priest were strong enough to defend himself and Heinkel against it.

Alexander called out for Heinkel. He was getting worried - they hadn\'t seen eachother for more then an hour. Anderson wondered if she had been killed - or worst. No, he told himself, if she had been turned, he would have heard her scream. Then Alexander wondered about the strange presence he felt. Could it have done something to her before she had chance to scream?

“Father Anderson, Alexander…” Wolfe’s legs were trapped under a few large rocks. She should be able to get up. Damn. Must have broken my leg and my arm is killing me. Shouldn’t be this weak. Wolfe grunted from the pain and called out again. “Alex, over here.” She felt too weak to even holler.

Alexander followed the sound of her voice and found her. “Wolfe, are you all right?” He asked, relieved. “Can you walk?” He examined her visible skin, looking for a bite mark . Good, there are none that I can see.

She shook her head no and winced from the pain. “Did you get them all? I feel…something, Father. Not sure what it is. Maybe a spirit…it just doesn’t’ feel right.”

Anderson nodded. “Aye, I feel it too. Tis not a vampire, Sister Heinkel. I fear it is worst. The presence feels stronger over here.” Alexander suddenly was at a loss for words.

“What’s the matter, Alexander?” Wolfe asked.

“We need to get you out of here – and you’re unable to walk.”

Wolfe looked at him in disbelief. Certainly he realized that he would have to carry her. Why was he acting so strange? “You aren’t injured are you Alexander?” She asked the priest.

“No, why do you ask?”

“Well – you’ll have to carry me.” Heinkel stated plainly.

“Aye that is clear. It is just not a good idea to move someone who is injured but I’m afraid we have no choice.” Alexander explained to her. He felt hesitant for another reason. His gut told him that something would happen if he moved her. Yet, Anderson also knew she would end up dead if he didn’t move her fast.

“Well, I don’t think we have a choice, Alexander. I don’t see an ambulance coming any time soon, Not out here in the middle of nowhere. How are you going to get me into the car if you don’t move me?” Heinkel tried to move her leg but stopped after a few seconds. She could tell by the look on his face that something was wrong.

“I’m afraid the car is gone, Sister. I went to pull it closer to us after I finished off the last vampire and it was gone. In the morning someone from the church will come – we were expected to check in tonight. There is an awful storm outside. I believe it might turn into a hurricane.” Alexander explained.

“Damn.” Wolfe cursed – not something she usually did but if there was any situation that called for it, this was it. “Well get me out of here. These rocks are crushing my leg.”

“Aye, Sister.” Alexander lifted the rocks from Wolfe’s leg. Her injury did not look good. She might even require surgery. He slipped one hand under Heinkel’s neck and the other under the crook of her knee. Although they had known each other for many years, this was the first time he had been this close to her. Alexander had to look away from her as they went up the stairs. The priest discovered he rather liked holding Wolfe in his arms.

They entered a room in the temple that looked like it must have been the alter. He took off his coat and placed it on the alter for her to lie on. Wolfe struggled and pulled herself up to a sitting position. She just felt so damn vulnerable. A chill went through her bones and made her shiver. It was the same feeling she got when that bastard Alucard was nearby. There seemed to be another presence in the room with them. It made her feel so strange. If she didn’t know better, Wolfe would think she was starting to become aroused by Father Anderson. Ridiculous.

Alexander looked around the area once more. No vampires. At least something was going right about this mission. He had killed all of the vampires. It had almost been too easy. Several of the demons had been fornicating with each other. Disgusting beasts. Anderson wondered what kind of temple this had been. It was bizarre the vampire clan had chosen it for their headquarters. There must be a reason.

He pushed the thoughts out of his head. Alexander had to make sure her injuries didn’t worsen tonight. The priest headed back towards her. It was at that moment when he started to feel so different. When he looked at Wolfe, he didn’t see his comrade, a fellow assassin, for the first time, Alexander saw Wolfe as the beautiful woman she was.

“How are ye, Wolfe?” Anderson asked as he sat down next to her. “ I wish I had some water to give you or a blanket.”

“I’m fine, Alexander.” Wolfe felt drawn to Anderson’s clear green eyes. She couldn’t look away from him. She tried to move her leg still not believing it was broken.

“Let me take a look at your leg, Wolfe.” Alexander took her leg in his hands and examined the injury. It was at that moment, he heard the seductive angelic voice for the first time.

Doesn’t it feel good? No, don’t stop. She needs your touch, Alex. She wants you to move your hand closer.

Alex glanced at Wolfe. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying his touch. But, that voice? He felt compelled to obey it and moved his hand further up her thigh and massaged her muscles. Alexander fully expected Wolfe to object, or at least question him. Instead she smiled at him and uttered a barely audible moan. His hands moved up her leg a few more inches.

See, I told you she would like it. I know what men like, Father. Go ahead - touch it. She wants it as much as you do.

That damned voice. Who are you? he asked the voice inside of his head as his hands moved closer to Wolfe’s center. Are ye a demon?

Nothing of the sort, Father. We are sacred, priestesses. Trust us.

Wolfe moaned loudly as Father Anderson reached her most sensitive spot. He stroked her between her legs. Although it surprised her, she didn’t feel the impulse to protest. Something seemed to be urging her to let it continue. She was in so much pain from her injuries, the small pleasure felt wonderful to her. She slowly lied back down on the floor.

Anderson wanted to be closer to her. Wanted to touch her bare skin. The priest surprised himself as he slipped his hand under her trousers and inside her knickers to feel her hot sweetness. His hands brushed aside her soft curls as he found her center. She was already wet. Alexander stroked her clit as he put two fingers inside of Wolfe. Her hips moved to meet his motions. This is so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this. The paladin thoughts.

Why not Alexander? Doesn’t it feel good? Wolfe certainly is and you’re helping her forget about her pain. The luring melodic voice spoke inside of his mind, practically hypnotizing him.

Alexander glanced up at her breasts. He had always wondered what it would feel like to touch them. He slipped his other hand under Wolfe’s shirt and cupped one of her breasts. It was cool, soft, and it felt wonderful in his hand. Alexander squeezed her nipple gently between his fingers as his other hand continued to stroke and move in and out of her down below. Everything felt like a dream.

Wolfe shuddered as Alexander continued to give her pleasure. She heard voices in her head too. Telling her not to stop, to enjoy herself for the just one night. Heinkel was too tired, weak, and hurt to fight them. She groaned as Alexander moved his hand to her other breast.

Wolfe, isn’t this what you always wanted? It can feel even better. Do you want even more pleasure?

Hell, yes. She answered the voice. The thought occurred to her that she should be alarmed by voices in her head but Wolfe was beyond the point of caring.

Wolfe felt Anderson move his head down to her chest. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked gently on it while he licked it with his tongue. This action sent a wave of pleasure radiating down to her center. He continued to stroke her wet snatch as he took turns kissing and sucking on her breasts. The nun shuddered as the pure satisfaction filled her soul.

Alexander felt something light on his head but Wolfe’s hands were on his back. Gentle fingertips nudged his head down to her center. He had lost all desire to fight whatever spirit it was and let them guide him.

Remove her pants, Alexander. You know that you want to taste her, lick her, drink from her.

Alexander no longer argued or questioned the voice. Everything that it said was true and he felt powerless. Nothing mattered anyway for him or Wolfe. Their souls were already damned - committing this sin was no worst then the human lives they had taken.. He removed her pants and moved down between her legs. If he had been honest with himself, Alexander would have admitted that he had dreamt about this night for so very long. He gently parted her lips and licked Wolfe’s entrance. She smelled delicious and he did want to taste her. Anderson entered Wolfe with his tongue. She was as sweet as strawberries. Alexander stroked every area he could reach with his tongue, applying pressure in different spots to see what drove Wolfe wild. Her moans and body movements told the priest he was finding all the right places.

Wolfe felt her muscles start to tighten as sensations of pleasure started to attack her body in waves. Her muscles tightened around his tongue as he continued to thrust. All the tension in her body seemed to be in her center and as she came several times, it was released. She pulled him up to her. Wolfe wanted more. She had to have him inside of her.

“Alex…please. Don’t stop. I want to feel you--- inside.” She whispered into his ear.

Alexander grinned at his partner. Nothing could have made him happier at the moment. He removed his pants and shirt and laid his body on top of Wolfes’.

Wolfe smiled – this was almost too good to be true. She had always wanted this but doing it seemed forbidden. The nun had never dreamt that Father Anderon had felt this way about her. Yet now that didn’t seem to matter. Nothing did. Wolfe ran her hands across the priest’s chest, rubbing his nipples and enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips. The sound of his moan filled her ears like choir music. She bit her lip as Anderson slammed himself inside of her – breaking her delicate skin. Sensations of pain and pleasure flooded her body. Never before had hurting felt so good. As he moved inside of her, Wolfe’s muscles tightened around him, nearly causing him to cum. Their bodies moved in perfect motion. Each thrust sent vibrations of intense delight through both lovers’ bodies. Supernatural hands guided their bodies to move in the perfect rhythm. Alexander heard whispers in his ear that weren’t human telling him what to do, how fast to go or how slow. He pounded himself into Wolfe as the pressure built inside of him until he could hold back no more. He let himself explode into Wolfe as she came herself. Finally, a blissful ecstasy settled over the two. Alexander collapsed onto Wolfe in exhaustion. The two fell asleep in each other’s arms, feeling more content then religion had ever made them feel.

They came to him in his dreams - the spirits that had seduced him and Wolfe in this strange place. They were beautiful, godly women from a time of long ago. The spirits were dressed in white and strangely looked almost like angels. “Who are you?” He asked in his dream.

“We are kelles, Celtic priestesses. We serve Brigid. She is the goddess of fertility and creativity. Mother of all. We only helped you and the woman do what you both truly desired. Why deny your needs? Such an awful religion you have. It denies that which it should encourage.” One of the creatures spoke.

“But, tis a sin. We both broke vows, promises to God.” He replied.

“No – it is a sin to deny yourself such a beautiful feeling. Our beliefs, our gods encourage desire, sex, lust. It is such a natural part of life. Denying it is unnatural. Part of our worship was being intimate.” The leader of the group explained.

“You might even say that we are some sort of sacred prostitutes.” Another one explained as she giggled.

“Prostitutes!” Anderson yelled.

Then the creatures must have put a spell on him – for he remembered nothing else. In his sleep, Alexander pulled Wolfe closer to him. His subconscious mind was already planning the next time they could be together. Wolfe sighed happily as she felt Anderson’s hardness against her leg. For the moment, she felt as if she was in heaven.
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* kelles were ancient Celtic preistesses and soldier brigands for the goddess of Brigid.

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