Instinct

Instinct
By Ryah
A “Hellsing” Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in “Hellsing” and yes, this IS a lemon.

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“Do not aim with your eyes, police girl. Aim with your thought, your sixth sense.” Master’s voice wrapped around her as she stood and aimed her Harkonnen at a very distant target. Hellsing had provided them with a large open area and several body-sized targets. Alucard seized the opportunity to train his fledgling’s shot. Seras needed time to get used to the new weapon Walter had made for her. Her last two shells (she was working with special made “dummy” shells that could pierce but would not explode) had gone through the target, one through the head and the other through the chest. Though both shots would have been sufficient to kill, her master wasn’t pleased with the slight misplacement.

“Yes my Master.” Victoria took aim again, and guided her hand to the perfect line of sight on her target. She squeezed the trigger.

“You have not opened your third eye. Obey me.” She relaxed her fingers and sighed. “Do you need me to help, police girl?” Alucard’s sensuous voice purred into her ear. Cool fingertips touched Seras’ temples. Master poured his own channel of thought into her head to make her tap into her power. Seras could now see and feel the target as well as if she had been right in front of it. She fired. The shell pierced cleanly through the dummy, sending sand spewing all over the earth. The dummy retained its shape well despite the blow. The hole was dead centre through where a brain would be on an actual being. Behind her, Alucard smiled toothily, baring his fangs in the usual smug fashion.

“Again, police woman. Through the same hole. Not a fraction more of the target must be damaged.”

“But Master…!” Seras protested.

“Seras!” He barked. “Obey me.” She sighed, defeated.

“Yes, my master.” Seras concentrated again on maximizing her mental flow. Her now-supernatural energies replaced her less accurate human senses. When she felt confident, her once-blue eyes shining in blood colour, she fired again. Once the shell had breached, Seras expelled a breath. Alucard did not need to inspect the target to know she had succeeded in what he asked. He was most pleased.

“Very good, police girl. Now, look upon your master.” Seras obeyed. Alucard looked at her approvingly. His hat and glasses were laid aside for a time. Seras loved to see his face unobstructed. He radiated dark, foreign beauty that certainly wasn’t English.

“Look at me, Seras. Use your other sight. You must see the centre of my body, where blood collects and flows, pulling and pushing. You should see it.” Victoria did look, entranced by his glowing eyes. Gradually, his veins, capillaries and arteries appeared to her eyes. She could see the life-liquid flowing in him, and she smelled the tantalizing aroma of what was nourishment to her. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the desire to drink… Her morals often just got in the way. However, it was her master. Her master’s blood would strengthen her, and it would not be death to an innocent life…

Alucard dropped his tall frame to one knee. In a half-fit of rapture, Victoria lowered her mouth to the side of his throat. He grinned widely, not caring to hide his pleasure. Victoria’s mind drifted in a hazy sea of thoughts. She wondered to herself why she had resisted biting him. Why did she not want to be a free draculina? She knew that she got a pleasurable chill from calling him “master,” but didn’t she long so badly to moan his name in sultry tones? Her fangs scraped his neck.

“Alucard.” Seras stopped, her trance broken by the icy, iron tones of Sir Integra. Alucard’s smile dimmed. He placed his hands on Victoria’s shoulders. She lost the feeling of lust and desire. She lost the happiness that Alucard brought. He stood up.

“Yes, Master?”

“You’re needed, Alucard. Come to my closet.” Integra, clad in her formal, stiff attire, departed the plain.

“I shall visit you, police girl, to make sure you feed tonight. Heed me.” His pleased grin had left to make room for a more serious expression. Victoria watched his receding scarlet back forlornly, wondering why her master called another master. He faded into the recesses of lonesome gloom, leaving his sire to whisper the darling name to die on her lips…

“Alucard.”

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Cold, beautiful, fruitless Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing paced the rich, carpeted floor of her private study. Her most useful charge stood respectfully silent for her brooding mind. Alucard smelled blood in his future. He hid his displeasure at losing his advancement with Seras, and he bit back the bile. Business before pleasure. Integra at last came to a stop and faced Alucard, the Hellsing Institute’s wildcard. Hard to believe that the world’s most infamous vampire kissed her feet like an obedient lapdog. Was it gratitude, loyalty or respect that kept him, this man beyond men? Alucard’s unfathomable mysteries were laid aside. Integra had matters to attend to.

“Alucard. You will be taking Seras Victoria north, into Wales, to investigate an incident involving the Freak chip. It is a delicate operation that I trust to her senses and yours only. You will be transported tomorrow at dusk. You may go.” Integra turned her back on Alucard, away from her tame denizen of wickedness. Integra knew her mind would not be free to think until he had gone.

“Yes, Master.” Alucard gave a respectful bow to her, in all her cold-iron glory, and melted from her room. Integra knew where he was headed. She sunk into a chair and lit her favourite brand of cigar. A dense cloud of smoke filled the air with rich odor and calmed her. Alucard’s face, full of wanton lust and thirst, floated into her mind. Alucard was a symbol of evil, ostracized from God, an embodiment of sin and animality. She, a cold, barren goddess in service to God and country.

She had shrugged away her womanhood, her whimsy. Oh, how innocent she had been so young, when her spattered blood had revived her pet monster. Alucard… always such a tease, but would he ever wish to deflower her? Integra wondered dimly if her soul was compromised by keeping his company. Had the bit of her blood he’d licked up stayed with him? Integra briefly thought of Seras Victoria. Alucard claimed he’d given her the choice to become a draculina. She doubted Seras, dying, had really been aware of what lay in wait. Perhaps she was just drawn to the dark, handsome countenance of Alucard; the all-drawing machine of desire. Seras was Alucard’s pet, his fledgling toy. Having her work for Hellsing… was it a convenient excuse to keep her around?

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Alucard appeared in Seras’ room. She had changed from her Hellsing uniform into a large shirt and pyjamas; she had cleaned and put away her firearm. Upon his arrival, she leapt to her feet.

“Master!” Vainly she tried to hide her untouched share of blood for the evening. Alucard smirked softly, not to be denied his order. He wrapped his gloved hands around Victoria’s forearms, gently scolding her like a young child.

“Police girl, why do you deny your master’s wishes?” Seras dropped her gaze, ashamed. “Look at me, police girl.” He pulsed his energy into her. Her chin snapped up, bringing her red-tinged eyes to his. She felt locked in place, not against her will, but she longed to be further in his arms.

“Victoria, why do you deny your nature and desires? Why did you reach out to me, symbolic of your choice to join me? You must obey and allow yourself to drink. Then you will be no one’s puppet. You’ll be second to no human! Drink!” He called the blood to him. He despised feeding her the dead, cold blood Hellsing provided, but, it was something. He tore the bag neatly with his teeth and opened her mouth. She remained still as the first drops of salty, bitter potion struck her tongue. Seras gave in to the force-feeding. She lapped up and swallowed the liquid greedily, unable to resist now that she had tasted.

Alucard relegated the plastic bag to her hand and stroked her hair, smiling in his devilish fashion. He watched her feed gluttonously, lapping at the red liquid in ecstasy. Alucard stretched his long arms around her body. He could feel the blood strengthening her within. Victoria gulped the last mouthful and dropped the package. Her body felt warm as the fresh blood added to her power. Her smell, sight, hearing and other senses grew sharper. She revelled in being in Alucard’s arms. Victoria nuzzled his chest; her blood coursed hotly and made her impetuous and bold. Alucard wound her up tighter, delighted with her change of attitude. She was illustrating her change by embracing him.

“That’s right, Seras Victoria. Embrace your nature- embrace me. Do as you tried before. Drink from your master.”

“Master… I will.” Alucard swept her up and carried her over to the special coffin bed. The vast mattress easily fit them both. Alucard laid her down and slipped in beside her. She was then level with his neck. He freed himself of his collar and jacket. He intended to let her drink, and to drink from her, completing their bond as master and servant. Victoria rolled on top of her master, and whispered into his ear.

“Why have I been fighting… Alucard, why?” He shivered under her body, grinning almost sadistically but waiting to be the victim this time. Seras lowered her mouth to Alucard’s neck and plied her fangs to where she could smell the blood, in the thick vein, so close to the surface. The needlelike teeth punctured him slowly and he laughed in triumph. Wildly she began to drink from the tide that flowed into her mouth, hot, thick and addicting. His blood tasted bitter and sweet; centuries of power and struggle built into the composition of his blood. Underneath the slight weight, the pleasure of her bite reached his loins and sent shudders through his lithe form. He was content to let her drink until the sensation of his bite-climax reached the boiling point and he pried her head gently from his neck. She whimpered as his long, white-gloved hand took a full fist of her pale gold hair and tugged her greedy, blood stained mouth from the font of life she had relished. His wound healed easily.

“My turn, Seras.” Somehow their positions were switched. Alucard dominated her small but full body and softly caressed the curves of her neck. She closed her eyes and waited for the bite to come. She barely remembered the first one… the bite that had given her a new, immortal, but strange life. She remembered the most vague stirrings of pleasure- and blackness. Alucard was gentle with his fangs. They sank easily into her skin with little pain. As the first drops of blood passed the threshold of his lips, she moaned aloud with her own bite-climax. There was something so carnal for her to be utterly at the mercy of this creature, to have her life drained but restored by his blood. The cycle was never-ending between them. Should they drink simultaneously, they could continue to drink, sustaining the other and feeding from them, for hours. Alucard drained her of the exact amount she had drunk from his neck then released her. The bite healed just as quickly and Alucard turned his blood stained mouth to other uses. Seras welcomed his deep, probing kiss and equaled him for passion. Their tongues played back and forth, tasting the remnants of each other’s blood and mingling their essences further. Seras’ body ignited with heat and power. Alucard’s blood had caused her strength to multiply by many times, and the very heat of it had caused deep stirrings of lust in her body. She became ravenous with a new kind of hunger. This was the insatiable need for a man’s body.

Alucard read in her mind what she wanted and was all too willing to treat her. He relished the thought that her human body had died a virgin. By virtue of her unchanging immortal flesh, she would forever remain as tight and well kept as a virgin, and forever she would appear the beautiful maiden she was. His. His, all his. Wildly kissing, their hands began to rove. Victoria ran her hands over Aludcard’s ridiculously tall and well toned body. She wanted to feel the hardness of his muscles without all the annoying fabric in the way. Meanwhile, he was already caressing her breasts, hips and thighs without a hitch because of the thin, loose fabric of her pyjamas. Her mouth blocked by his, and her desire great, she did what came naturally:

Master, I want your clothes off. She tore at the heavy red fabric of his coat.

Really, my little vixen? Then remove them. His tongue made one more salacious thrust into her mouth and he pulled away, grinning. To keep her from her desire he caught her off guard and tore the fabric of her shirt away from her chest. His eyes took the sight of her full, firm breasts leisurely. How did someone so well-formed and beautiful remain a virgin? He removed one glove and slid his hand over her right breast. The cool skin aroused her immediately. Just the feel of his silky, cool hand was invigorating. She had never felt his bare skin before. He leaned in close and began to tweak and stroke her hardening nipple. She gasped and clutched the bedclothes. How could one little bud of skin cause so much pleasure? Alucard teased her with his long tongue on her neck, nibbling, and kissing down the length of her shoulder and onto her chest. She quivered in anticipation as his monstrous tongue neared her breast and then caressed it. He licked in slow, agonizing circles all around the full mound of her breasts before finally grazing her nipple lightly with his tongue. Then he plied his mouth to it and sucked. Seras moaned and arched her back. He switched breasts and began the whole torturous process anew.

Joining is always more pleasurable for a woman if every sensitive nerve in her body is awake first. These spots are outside and inside of you. I intend to acquaint you with all of them. A throaty moan was her only response. Alucard pressed another fierce kiss to her mouth and his ungloved hand made its way south below the blonde tuft of hair between her thighs. In a moment she was bereft of her pyjama pants and nothing stood between Alucard and his prize. His fingers delicately traced the sensitive skin in the crooks of her thighs, raked through the patch of hair, and gently brushed against the nub of flesh that would prove itself to be her dearest friend. She shivered and ached. Alucard began to stroke her and a little yelp escaped her lips. Her mental voice was screaming “Master! Master!” and she loved it. She was already growing wet from the attention to her nipples, and now a flood threatened to pour from her under the sweet and warm stroking of his fingers. Alucard was an expert and he was in tune with her body’s every vibration. He could feel her orgasm approaching but didn’t want her to be satisfied- yet. He stopped stroking (inciting a deep breath from her) and instead slid two fingers inside of her wet slit. She let loose a broken moan and arched her back. He touched a place deep inside her and stroked it furiously, causing intense waves of pleasure through her, inside and out. She could feel blood rush to her toes. Finally he withdrew his fingers and left her there gasping. Then he stood up and shed his clothes like they were fluid.

“Now you may have me unclothed. Let your eyes and hands wander where they will.” She sat up and lost no time in taking in the sight of everything her master was. She noticed his hair and grown long again, as it often did in his mood changes. His toothed smile and erratic untamed dark hair made him irresistible. Her eyes paused for a long while on his hard, erect length. She blushed a bit. She had never been face to face (literally) with a naked man nor his so proudly standing masculinity before. Hesitantly her hands went to his hard chest, belly and legs. She was on her feet, exploring his entire body with her hands and eyes. Seras got a rush at looking at the sleek black hair below his stomach that crowned his erect length. The size scared but enticed her. Trembling, she placed her hands upon it. Alucard refrained from showing her how, intending for her to find the way on her own. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to stroke instinctually, varying her grip and speed until Alucard made a low rumbling sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Delighted with her success she continued enthusiastically and a strange notion cropped up in her mind. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth as far as he could go. He shuddered and let out a hearty moan. Her mouth felt incredible wrapped around him and she bobbed her head up and down his shaft so eagerly. The sucking began to drive him far into oblivion. Without warning, he felt her fangs sink into the skin and open a small wound. Blood flowed freely into her mouth and he roared in ecstasy. The rush of pleasure was great, but he quickly drew her mouth from the flesh and let the wound heal. He growled, then chuckled.

“You could easily and quickly drain me that way, little one.” He lifted her up and placed her on the bed. He locked onto her mouth again, and spread her thighs apart with a touch more force than he meant. They were both full of heat and need, and he’d be damned if he couldn’t consummate their bond now. Alucard slid easily between Seras’ thighs and she grabbed his head to direct him inside of her. She was slippery and desperate and he met with no resistance save the tightness of her walls as he thrusted deeply into her. The pain of virginity passed with a scream and a few moments, and Alucard eased her into bubbling pleasure with slow, deep thrusts. She enjoyed both the pain and the pleasure as she felt him fill her up again and again, and wondered how she would ever survive to not have his essence a part of her when it was done. He chuckled at her thoughts and switched to a harder, faster form of thrusting. She moaned into his chest and clutched the bedclothes.

I’ll be a part of you every night, Seras. And in your dreams. I claim you. There’s no escaping my passion, nor your own. She moaned as a wave of rapture washed over her from his words and his motion. The unearthly body slammed into her so fast and pressed roughly against the bump inside of her. Tremors of pleasure went through her belly and her chest. He was so deep inside of her she felt it in her stomach, like he was reaching through her entire body and setting her on fire. Alucard hissed through clenched teeth and he fought to keep himself from destroying his poor fledgling in the madness of his desire. If he lost control he would become a monster hell bent on releasing his seed and tearing her apart for her blood. But he retained it. Not until she could handle it; not until she was strong. He gave her as much as he though she could take. Her yelps, moans and screams drove him further along, and he found that the tightness of her walls was getting the better of him, though she seemed ready to crumble under the dominating power of her master.

Alucard hammered against her so quickly that he was heating her deliciously from the inside. Her body seemed hung on the perilous edge of oblivion. A sudden, deep thrust pushed her and sent her freefalling into an intense spasm of ecstasy. Alucard moaned aloud at the throbbing of her orgasm and drove himself further and faster into her taut, tight body until he could no longer contain himself. A hot stream, as powerful as its owner, spurted forth into Seras’ body and filled her. She could no longer breathe, but rode the edges of her climax as she felt the warm liquid enter her body, becoming a part of her. Alucard gave a few final thrusts, releasing every drop he had into her warm body. Finally he collapsed next to her and nibbled her ear. He was still stiff, and knew in just a few minutes he could have her again. Victoria panted and kissed his neck with furvor, murmuring his name.

Don’t think you’re done yet, Seras. He chuckled in her head. We’ll spend the night exploring each other and deepening our bond. Master and servant we are no longer, but lovers and partners. You are always mine. Victoria gave him a heady kiss.

And you are always mine, Alucard.