Nights Integral

Nights : Integral Wyngates Hellsing
Or
Lust with the Undead
By Darkangel98s

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Hentai Alert!!!
The following story contains scenes of sometimes graphic sex of an entertaining and arousing nature. If you are not old enough in your home area, or are offended by healthy, normal rowdy sex between consenting fictional characters, then PISS OFF! This story is not for you, why are you even going to a site that carries this type of story. Oh yea… and parents of the 13-year-old reading this, get a clue. This was written by an adult for adults. If your kid is reading this, it is not my, nor the site it was posted on fault. I would never allow my stories on a site without an age restriction, and I did not personally E-mail it to them. If you would like to blame someone, then blame yourselves, and your obviously inept parenting skills. Watch what your kids do on the net, or at least check the history, to see what they have been looking for. Don't be a Lame ass and look for a scapegoat. Anyway, on with the lewdness and profanity.


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A Night With Integral

Integral sat in the dark of her personal office, and sat watching quietly as Alucard appeared as summoned. She had simply spoken his name, and he had heard it through the link of master and servant that they shared. He stepped from the darkness, and his red coat made a startling contrast to the darkness. He wore no hat this time, and his hair, which could change seemingly at will, was short. He smiled as he appeared, and she knew that he knew why he had been called here.


He walked up to her desk, and bowed low, at the waist in a formal style that, while out of place in such mortal times, seemed quite natural on this centuries old vampire. After he rose from it, he leaned onto her desk, facing her, palms flat against the tables surface. He leaned in close, and grinned his wicked grin. She felt cold cut through her bones, and fought the urge to shiver. She almost told him that she wanted him to perform some menial task, like cleaning the floors, or something of that sort. But it was a fleeting thought. She needed what he had to give her. Needed it like he needed blood.


“Integral, my Master… What is your bidding?”


“Don’t be coy, with ME, Alucard. Don’t you dare…” She stood, and glared at him, and he simply smiled back.


“Oh, I am not being coy, Master.” He stood strait, and turned, sliding his long red coat off his shoulders. The old fashioned white dress shirt and vest he wore below his coat made him appear dashing in the moonlight. He tossed his coat over one of her chairs, and turned back to look at her, his eyes glowing a hot red color in the moonlight. She did shiver this time, as thoughts of what this monster could do to her. He smiled even wider.


“Don’t you know, Integral. I can smell it from here. Hear your pulse race, see the blood flowing into your face.” She turned away, walking towards the two huge bay windows behind her. She crossed her arms in front of her breast, and hugged herself. Why was she doing this. He was one of them. He was a monster who hunted the night, killing all who displeased him. He was what her family had sworn for generations to destroy, what she herself had fought hard to wipe out from the nights. Why was it that, he, her servant, had this kind of power over her?


She had not noticed him moving. Had she been paying attention, she most likely not have noticed. He was simply behind her, arms wrapping around her, running all over her body. She felt flesh like cool marble slide over her breast, rubbing at her nipples through her dress shirt and simple, plain white bra. They already felt like hard, aching rocks beneath his touch, and at each caress, whimpered as they tingled relentlessly. Her crossed arms offered no resistance as he slid around them, she wanted to resist, wanted to tell him to go to hell. But she wanted to feed her hunger more.


His hands were still cool, still like stone as they ran across her neck, coming close to a choke hold, stopping for just a brief, heart stopping moment, before dipping beneath the tie she wore, and loosened it, slowly sliding it down, and finally off. He tossed it off, into the darkness, before slithering both hands down her sides, across her hips, and around to her waist. His hands dipped ever so briefly down, to that small triangle between her legs, before running up, and both hands seized her belt. Tugging her against his unyielding body, he began to undo her belt.


“Quit wasting time…” Her voice was horse, breathy. She felt wet enough float a boat between her legs, and he knew it. “Come on… Do it…”


He pressed his lips to her neck, and she felt the faintest touch of fang as he sucked on her neck. “You want the monster. As payment, I want the woman… Same as always.”


“I could command you to.” She seemed unsure if she could actually do so. He surprised her sometimes, with his ability to interpret her commands. He paused, her belt undone, and seemed to consider her words for a moment.


“Yes. I believe you could do so. But you won’t.” His tongue slid along her neck, and continued to slide across, longer and longer, till it wrapped around sliding almost like silk across her skin. This inhuman trait made her moan, and his hands slid the unbuckled belt free of her pants. He chuckled softly, and let the belt fall to the floor. He did not bother to undo her pants, simply snapped the button off, and slid them over her hip, running those cold hands across her flesh. The pants, once over her hips, dropped to the floor. She raised her legs slowly, slipping her feet free of the pants , and felt Alucard’s vampiric manhood press against the cleft of her ass, pressing against her white cotton panties. She grind her ass onto it, and he chuckled faintly. He ran a hand down her thigh, and slapped her ass, harder than would have been comfortable under normal circumstances. She moaned, and leaned against the window.


He laughed then. “Look at the great Sir Hellsing. Wetter than your beloved England’s weather, practically begging to be fucked inside out. And all of this, from one little monster.”


She looked over her shoulder, and he stepped back, his hand simply sliding down the front of his shirt, and it parted, falling off his shoulders. He did the same to his pants, dropping them in a pile beside Integral’s. He stepped back another step, free of his clothing, and looked at her. She drank him in, his thin, tall frame, all tightly formed muscle. He had no body hair, pale flesh unmarred by his raven’s black hair and practically glowed in the moonlight. His manhood hung between his legs, thick and hard, a considerable cock. That was not what she wanted however. It was part of it. But it was what it could become, what Alucard could do with it, that had her aching.


His taunting would normally have sent her into a rage, but she was not angry at it. It was the truth, and she was not one to argue with that. Not when she was standing there, half naked, reeking of her arousal. She was ready to beg for it. She did not find it funny. She was not happy with it. It just was.


She stepped towards him, dropping to her knees before him. Her hand slowly reached out, and wrapped around his member. It was like the rest of him, like cool white marble in her hands. She ran her fingers lightly along his shaft, feeling the smooth skin beneath her hand. Her head drifted closer, inches from his cock, and she looked at the tip that was just as pale, just as cold as the rest. She shivered, and looked up at him, her thin face a mask of shadows with the moonlight behind her. He grinned down, and wrapped a hand in her hair.


“Open wide, ‘Master’.” His hand tightened down, clenching her hair, and he pulled her head the rest of the way forward. She resisted, but only weakly. She was going to do this if she fought or not. He liked the struggle, though. It was his own little fetish. Her lips met his flesh, and parted, and he entered her mouth. Her tongue began, almost by instinct, to wag on the underside of its tip. She heard him chuckle, and his hand pushed her further down, further onto himself. She felt it enter deeper into her mouth till it hit the back of her throat. She gagged, and he thrust his hip forward as she did. It hurt, and made her gag more, but he released her, and she slid back. He stopped her though, before she could get her mouth free. She looked up, and found his red eyes blazing.


“Warm up my cold flesh. Serve me, and you know your reward.”


She did not hesitate, could not hesitate. She would allow him to use her how he wished, to use her up if he wanted to, as long as he fucked her, violated her with all of his monstrous powers. Her head began to bob slowly up and down on his cock, taking him as deeply as she could. Her hand began to stroke his shaft, in rhythm with her bobbing head. Her mouth lubricated his shaft, and she slowly began to work it faster.


Her head began to move faster, and the hand she was not using on him drifted into her crotch, sliding between panty and skin, finding her hot, moisture drenched sex. Her fingers began there own steady rhythm there, matching each stroke of the other hand, rubbing along her slit, ending with her fingers sliding across her clit. She groaned into him with each movement of her hand, and she was like a fire cracker, ready to explode.


She felt it, for it was very obvious when it changed. His flesh began to warm beneath her oral ministrations, soften, become more… alive was the only word for it. He was making noises, they were soft, and quiet in the wake of the audible sucking noises and moaning she was making. She heard them though, and she took great pleasure in that. Her hand dipped two fingers into her pussy, and she groaned again, louder than any before it, and his hands fell onto her head again.


She knew what was coming, and relaxed her throat as he thrust deep into her again. This time, as it pushed deep in her throat, she was ready, and took it. Most of his shaft disappeared past her lips, and the little discomfort she felt was lost in the sensation coming from her hand. Well, hands now, as since she was no longer stroking his member, her other hand was at her firm, pert breasts and was squeezing those globes, pinching a nipple between thumb and index fingers. She hand pumped in and out of herself, and she was moaning, riding the coming climax. She was having difficulty breathing however, with her pleasurable whimpers and Alucard’s manhood sliding deep in her throat. She was feeling faint, when suddenly she heard him.


He had been making only faint noises before, but now he suddenly roared, booming voice echoing in the room. She tasted his cum on her tongue before he pulled his cock free. She pumped her hands into herself, mouth free of the obstruction, and felt an orgasm come screaming over her. She did in face scream, and her body shuddered, as heat flowed over her, and the world spun as her mind was overloaded. The last thing she knew was the endless wave of pleasure and the feel of hot wet cum striking and rolling across her face.

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She awoke to the feel of cold wood beneath her bare ass, and hands on her breast. They kneaded relentlessly, and she felt herself come fully awake in a lust filled surge. Alucard’s head was between her legs, and she felt his tongue enter her, the long, slithering thing entering her, sliding further inside her than any mortal’s could. She whimpered, and her hips bucked into him as he probed her depths, rolling it inside her, hitting her sensitive spots like a master. He slithered it across bits that could never be touched, applying a relentless pressure to those so sensitive parts. She tried to push in off, and found herself pinned, his body, now warm and yielding against her, filled with his own lust, arms and head relentlessly strong. His face was buried in her crotch, her legs hanging over his shoulders, his arms around them, coming up to squeeze her tits. She tried, weakly because of how spent she was already feeling, to kick at his head, but she was weak and very uncoordinated.


An orgasm rocked her, and her thighs snapped tightly shut around his head. Her hands found her way into his hair this time, and clinched down in it, pulling as hard as she could. He did not even seem to notice. She was not stopping groaning and panting, stomach muscles clinching, and she nearly doubled over. He did not stop though, pushing her more and more, and she threw herself back, hands reaching around, grabbing the edges of the desk, and wrenching at the ancient oak, trying to drag herself away, as another orgasm hit her, and another. And another.


Alucard did not stop though, hands roughly pinching her nipples, tongue so far inside her she almost felt like it should come out from between her lips. Her hips bucked, her stomach’s muscles rippled, and she screamed, not stopping, as the torrent of orgasms refused to let her down. Her voice croaked, air becoming scares as she could not get a breath, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She felt her body spasm and go limp, and her consciousness wavered.


When his tongue was suddenly removed, she inhaled, sharp and desperate. In that next heartbeat, she whimpered, head rolling from side to side. She was empty, and it ached in a way that hurt, like a heroin junkie in withdraws. She needed more, and she got it.


He was standing, and his arms lifted her, carrying her to the windows, his lips to her neck, nipping hard at the spot right where the veins lie. She twisted in his grip, needing him inside her, driven to the point of insanity to have him. He lifted his lips from her tender skin, and turned her, setting her on her feet, front pressed against the cold bulletproof glass of the bay window. She was still too weak to stand, but he held her around the waist. Her hot, diamonds hard nipples got even harder against the cold glass.


“Please… Please…”


He snarled, and she got her wish, what SHE was willing to beg for. He entered her, his cock flowed up into her, and flow was a literal statement. Is seemed to conform to every inch of her, filling and stretching her, as he willed it to flow and change, becoming like his true, shadowy form. She was pressed against the cold glass as he bore into her, in and out, fucking her unlike anything else could. She did not even have energy to do more than whimper as she was ridden hard, bucking his hips into her. She found that strength when another shadowy cock formed, smaller than the first, but still serious, and entered her anus without any preamble.


She tried to move, but was too weak. She was only still standing because he held her pressed up against the glass, between it and his unholy manhood. Her ass burned, but she loved it, her pussy ached, and she could not live without it. He pumped her, savaged her, and raped her willingly. He took every inch of her, and she felt a new rushing orgasm build to take her, and her body went limp as it washed over her. She hung there, dangling as he did his dark business, and she lost coherent though, and all became white.


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Integral awoke in her bedroom. She lay on her soft, Egyptian cotton sheets, and felt her body send warning aches as she slowly began to sit up. Her legs did not want to close, and she shivered as she sat strait up in the bed. He had put her to bed just before dawn, before he had gone down into the depths of the manor.


She knew from experience that she would not be able to get out of bed today. She would hurt for days as well. But it was a good pain, the ache of hard, rough sex. Unnatural acts performed by a dark monster. Forbidden lust.


She lay back slowly, and smiled faintly, aroused by the soreness between her legs, and smiled as a sudden thought.


Just what WOULD Walter think?