Lolita's Lesson

AN- In this story Integra is fifteen. Let’s assume that she wasn’t always the ice queen we know and love, else this will be really OCC. Also, in this story Integra doesn’t know Alucard can read minds yet. In addition, when he’s in girlycard mode, he is female.






It was another uneventful evening at Hellsing. Not that it was usually this dull, mind you; it was just one of those nights. The ones where you wished
there was some undead vermin to kill somewhere, just so you had something to do.
Integra sat alone in the library, she’d long since forgotten the book she was reading, and instead opted for looking out the window into the light. Not that it was daytime mind you, it was well into the evening hours, but the sky here wasn’t polluted with all that smog, like in the city. It was bright outside, illuminated by thousands of nightlights.
She had long since put on her pajamas, ready for bed. It had been a lonely evening. Walter having gone away for a short trip to Rome to keep an eye on the Catholics, she was left nearly completely on her own. Of course there was the staff, but there were far less of them now that her father dies, it seemed the Integra Hellsing required much less attention than her late father. Besides, most of them doubled as soldiers, which there were also plenty of, but unfortunately they were not the best company for little girls of fifteen.
That left her pet….not a puppy or a kitten, but her servant pet. The one who made her she called hers. The insufferable man that was growing on her. It was odd to think that two people who got along so badly could form such a strong bond, but each knew where the other stood, even if word were not spoken…..well, even if the wrong words were spoken.
Come to think of it, that was probably why she wasn’t in bed already. As forced as she was to admit it, she wanted him to check in; she liked knowing his presence….not that she’d admit it. She wanted him to come say goodnight to her dammit! Who did he think he was, running around….probably doing unspeakable things to maids.
The thought made her a little uncomfortable. She knew he was a man…men needed those things, didn’t they? They had to get it somewhere….and with all the maids lolling about, she was sure that’s where he was….getting things done.
She squirmed in her seat, uncomfortable with where her traitorous thoughts had led her.
Then again, he wasn’t exactly human. He didn’t eat food, he didn’t breath…maybe he didn’t have sex either. That made sense didn’t it?
She shook her head, trying to clear thoughts that Walter wouldn’t approve of.
She picked her book back up. She didn’t want to go to bed, and it wasn’t because her vampire didn’t come to tuck her in….she told herself.
She read a while longer…not really reading the words. To tell the truth she didn’t understand most of the stupid thing. It was by Vladimir Nobokov….and to her it was nonsense. He kept talking about nymphs or something….she was fairly certain that it wasn’t science fiction. She flipped the book over to see the title.
“Lolita?” asked a voice from the door. “What an interesting choice, master.”
She perked up, a smile on her face. A smile that she quickly smothered with a neutral expression.
“Have you read it?” she asked, trying not to sound eager.
Alucard was no fool and neither was she. He saw the light in her eyes when he entered the room, and it almost saddened him to know that she could be so trusting. She would need to be cured of that…even if it was at his expense.
He smiled.
“I read it when it was practical new,” he told her.
She made herself look unimpressed….but she was a gifted child.
“Care to explain?” she asked, holding up the book, as to indicate that it was the thing needing clarification.
He looked at her a moment.
“Not really,” he told her.
She snorted, and mumbled something under her breath.
“What was that?” he asked, knowing perfectly well what she had said. He need her to say it to his face, she needed to learn confrontation.
She glared at him over the rims of her glasses.
“I said,” she stated clearly. “That you have to be the most stupid creature to have lived for as long as you have.”
He laughed openly, and with relish.
“I’m the only creature to have lived this long,” he teased. “And I just said that I didn’t want to explain the book, not that I didn’t understand it.”
She glared at him. He just smiled at her.
They sat that way for a moment, just being. Alucard was the first to break the silence.
“What are you up to this evening?” he asked.
She looked at him suspiciously.
“Why?” she asked.
“Just curious, master,” he said. She knew better.
“I was just going to go to bed,” she said slowly.
“Oh,” he said, getting up to leave. “I guess I’ll leave you to that then.”
She saw him daring her with his eyes.
“Why did you come here tonight?” she asked, stalling.
“I thought perhaps you were thinking of me,” he said in an all knowing voice.
“I wasn’t,” she said quickly.
She watched his retreating form. Internally she was fighting a loosing battle against her curiosity.
“Do you have a better option than going to bed?” she asked finally, as he was about to make his exit.
He turned around on his heel and grinned.
“Yes,” he stated simply. “I do.”


@)------------

It was an odd situation. That’s not to sat she didn’t like it, it was just…strange.
He had done everything for her, and it had been sort of fun.
“How did you learn all of these things?” she asked as he helped her apply the last of her make-up.
He paused with the mascara brush in his hand.
“I’ve lived for hundreds of years, you tend to pick things up after awhile,” he told her, a glint in his eyes.
She smiled at him, momentarily forgetting that she was supposed to hate him.
She waited patiently as he finished the job, blotting and rubbing things in.
She watched as he stepped back and scrutinized his work. Her hair was done, her cosmetics applied (which they filched from the soldiers barracks….or so claimed Alucard.)
“Hmmmm,” he said. “You look good, master.”
He squinted. As he studied her, she studied him right back. He had taken off that ridiculous hat and jacket and stood facing her. He was rather handsome…for a damned creature of the night.
He frowned.
“What?” she asked.
He looked at her a moment longer.
“We’re missing a key ingredient to this ensemble,” he said as if it were an important thing to have her look exactly right.
“Oh?” she said, feeling a bit crestfallen for some reason.
He looked up from her nightgown, of which he had previously been starring, to her face.
“Have no fear, Master,” he said smugly. “I have a solution.”
She watched as he winked at her and wiggled his fingers.
“What are you doing?” she asked incredulously.
“Voila!” he exclaimed. In his hands was a gown.
“You just made that out of your shadows!” she called his bluff.
He shrugged.
“Put it on,” he insisted.
She scowled with mirth.
“No!” she told him. “I might as well run around naked!”
He grinned. “I won’t stop you.”
Her eyes got wide and she was momentarily stunned.
“Just try it on,” he tried again. “I promise not do anything too awful.”
She looked at him, and then quickly snatched it out of his hands. He had to bite back a bark of laughter at her pink tinge.
“Turn around,” she told him. He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m serious,” she said in That Tone.
“Alright,” he agreed. He didn’t mind turning around, what surprised him was that she didn’t insist that he leave. She probably should have, because he could see her stepping out of her night gown in the mirror that reflected what she was doing back to him. Being the gentleman that he was, he turned his head.
He listened to the fabrics rustle and he smiled as he heard her running her hands over her sides, smoothing out the wrinkles.
“May I turn around, Master?” he asked.
She hesitated.
“As you wish,” she said.
He turned around and could only admire.
However, his master took his look for repulsion instead of intrigue and he watched as she turned a very bright red and looked away.
“You could have just said it looked bad,” she mumbled. “You didn’t have to stare.”
He took warm hand in his cold one and used the other to grab her chin and force her to look at him.
“I was only enjoying the view,” he told her seriously. Then he smiled. “Now, let’s go have some fun.”
And with that he took off. His long legs made him go very fast and she had to practically run to keep up. Not that it mattered. He still had her hand; he could drag her if wanted.
She found herself being taken to parts of the manor that hadn’t been used since her father had died. They were the ballrooms; they once held parties with colorful dresses and awful smells of women’s mixed perfume. She remembered sitting through these things with a grain of salt. She wondered why she was being brought here.
They stopped in front of a set of French doors. He let go of her hand and she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
She watched him pull the doors open. Inside it looked like a dusty old dance hall, which was exactly what it was. It was dirty and when he walked in he stirred up some dust, making her sneeze.
He looked around a moment and seemed to be thinking. Apparently the room was worthy, because he smiled and beckoned her over to him. She walked over hesitantly, and when she got close to her, he pulled her to him, taking her by surprise.
“Close your eyes,” he demanded, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “Close your eyes and imagine what this place would look like if it were beautiful again, Master.”
She complied, surprised at her own willingness.
She imagined a beautiful room. A room that resembled the ones she remembered from when she was a young child.
She scrunched her face imagining every detail she could, trying to pick out things from her memory. It was just about when she thought she couldn’t remember anymore, Alucard disengaged himself from her.
She turned around, opening her eyes, wanting to know about the loss of contact.
“Alucard, why did you mov-," she stopped looking at his smiling face and noticed her surroundings.
She turned around, trying to examine every inch around her.
“Alucard,” she whispered. “It’s just like-”
“-you imagined it?” he finished for her. “I’m glad to be of service my lady.” He bowed and kissed her hand.
Integra stood there, still fazed.
“Amazing,” she whispered.
Alucard internally gave a small cheer. Take that Johnny Depp.
“Would you like to dance, young lady?” he asked, pretending to be a stranger, offering his arm.
“Alucard,” she said, exasperated. “There isn’t any mus-”
And with that an orchestral sound filled the air.
“My, my,” she said. “Full of surprises, aren’t we?”
“You have no idea,” he said, a look of mock seriousness on his features.
She laughed and took his arm.
He led her away slightly, and then he positioned himself correctly. He took her hand in his once more, and then they were off again. He was dragging her again, but she decided she liked this version much better.
She wanted to tell him what a good dancer he was, but felt that somehow that would shatter something. So she settled for just smiling at him as they moved about the room.
It felt good to do this. This is what she thought normal girls must do with their time. Go to dances and play dress up. Suddenly she felt extremely grateful that Alucard had done this for her. And she wanted to tell him so…but she didn’t. That would be too….personal.
As the night wore on her legs began to ache. However she was reluctant to stop, so she just leaned into Alucard. The dances got slower and slower and she got closer and closer, until he was practically holding her up. Not that she heard him complaining.
“Integra?’ he heard him say her name, and looked up.
It was then that she realized just how close they were. After her recent growth spurt, she was right below his chin, and when he was looking down at her …..they were very close.
It took a moment to register, but when it did she found herself not minding quite as much as she thought she would. In fact, she found herself pushing herself onto her tiptoes to do something she knew she wouldn’t regret later. She was so close, and a part of her so longed for this experience, it really couldn’t be more perfect. As far as it being Alucard...if you had told her before then she might’ve been upset, angry even. But now, right before the act, she couldn’t imagine anyone else. She felt herself tremble slightly as she went the last few centimeters to meet his mouth.
Just as her lips brushed his cold ones, he “accidentally” dropped her.
Call it nerves, call it cowardice, call it whatever you want. He was not going to be accused of taking something that was offered out of ignorance….especially something he wanted so badly.
“Fuck!” said Integra, making his eyes go a little wider. “I think I hurt my ankle. Dammit Alucard, you ruin everything!”
“I apologize Master,” as he bent down to pick her up.
“Don’t touch me!” she practically yelled as he moved to get her.
He watched her turn her head from him. He smelled salty moisture, and instantly felt at a loss.
“Integra?” he asked, almost tentatively…or as tentatively as he supposed he could be.
“Go away,” she said.
He ignored her.
“It’s alright,” he told her. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Master.”
She didn’t say anything.
“You did something anyone in your position wou-”
“Anyone in my position except you, apparently,” she accused. Then there was a pause. He had no retort for that.
“I’m just embarrassed,” she said in a small voice.
He stood over her, letting his shadow hold her in a way he would not.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Sir Integra.”
He reached down to pick her up, and this time she didn’t resist. In fact she buried her head against his chest; she thought it was safer that way.
He looked down at her. He would make this up to her.
@)--------------

It had been about a half of an hour. Integra sat on her bed, an ice pack on her ankle, which was feeling much better. Alucard was sitting next to her, reading her forgotten Lolita as she listened to his voice, not hearing the words.
“Alucard,” she interrupted him. “What do normal girls do, instead of paperwork and training, I mean?”
He paused and looked at her.
“What does it matter?” he asked, slightly stand-offish. “You’re a hundred times better than any of those “normal” girls. It’s best to ignore them entirely.”
She thwaped him with the back of her hand.
“Tell me!” she exclaimed. “I want to know what I’m missing!”
He put the book on the side table. Furrows of annoyance making him look unhappy about the question.
“You know,” he began. “The usual adolescent ruckus. Flirting, purging, social outings, slumber parties-”
“Slumber parties?” she asked. “That sounds rather dull.”
“As I understand it, there is little to no sleeping involved,” he explained dryly. “Mostly they sit around and talk, play games and the like.”
“Oh,” she said. “That sounds nice.”
“’Truth or dare’ was a popular one for awhile,” he continued on. “Along with ‘light as a feather, stiff as a board’”
“I wish I could have gone to one,” she said. “It sounds like it would be a good ‘girl’ experience.”
Alucard snorted.
“Shooting things is much more fun,” he told her. “Besides, what do you need girls for? You’ve got people here that-”
“I know,” she said. “Sometimes I just wish I had someone to talk about…girl stuff.”
“Oh,” said Alucard. That was out of his realm….in this form.
Integra watched as he concocted a plan, she knew that look on his face; it meant wheels were turning; plans were being set into motion.
“Master,” he declared. “We are going to have a slumber party.”
Integra raised an eyebrow in a very Alucardish fashion.
“I see a couple of flaws in this plan, servant,” she said with a note of irritation in her voice.
He grinned at her.
“What flaws?” he asked innocently.
“First of all, when are we doing this party?”
“Tonight, right now.”
“Alucard, you’re a man,” she stated, daring him to argue with her.
‘I don’t have to be.”
She looked at him, with a face that said “ewww.”
“Wanna see?” he asked.
Then before her eyes, Alucard melted away into shadows. He disappeared for a few moments, and then the shadows started rebuilding themselves. She watched as they built up a girl that looked a little younger than her.
The girl sat on the bed, a smile at her lips, much the same as her servants.
Integra reached out and touched the girls check.
The girl pulled Integrals hand closer and leaned into it.
“Cool, huh?” she said.
“Alucard?” she asked.
“In the flesh, Master.”
She stared a moment. Alucard smiled, but even he didn’t see what was coming next.
“Hey!” he shouted in amusement. “Didn’t Walter ever tell you to keep your hands to yourself?”
Integra had reached out and put her hand on one of Alucard’s breasts, feeling if it was real. She squeezed, a little impressed. His were as big as hers, and he wasn’t even really female.
“You should feel honored, Master.” Alucard told her, wondering if she knew that he was attached to that mound of flesh. “I don’t let just anybody fondle me.”
Integra pulled her hand back like it was burned, remembering it was Alucard she was groping.
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“It’s okay,” he told her. “It felt nice.”
Integra’s eyes widened. Clearly any inhabitations her servant had about her doing intimate thing to him was lost in his female form.
Alucard too, felt more comfortable with her in this form. This would prove to him if she was just curious, or if she was honestly smitten. He grinned.
“Let the girl stuff begin!”

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A little while longer they sat together, giggling about how cute a few of the soldiers were. Alucard sort of played along with it, he’d probably admitted worse things in his day, then he thought a man looked good. Look at how he and Walter had fucked when the Angel of Death was younger.
“Alucard?” Integra asked after awhile. “Everything here tonight stays between us right?”
Alucard nodded solemnly, wondering what was coming.
“You have my word, Master.”
She bit her lip, and he smiled reassuringly.
“How do…you know….boys….er?” she asked.
Alucard frowned.
“Masturbate?” he supplied. It was a good thing he could read minds. “Slap the monkey? Wank? Toss? Pet the snake? Attack the one-eyed, purple-headed warrior?”
Integra blushed.
Alucard giggled.
“It’s easy,” he told her. “They just stroke their erections.”
She still looked confused. He saw he needed to be more specific. He looked around the room for something to help him in his lesson. Then he spotted them. Candlesticks. Not perfect, but it would be the closest thing he’d find in Integra’s room…he hoped.
He hopped off of the bed, ran over and got them. Looked over his shoulder, grinned at Integra, and ran back.
“Here,” he said, giving her one. “I’ll show you.”
Integra laughed nervously.
“Okay,” began Alucard. He took his candlestick and wrapped his hand around the top. “Like a fist,” he told her as she followed his actions.
“Now,” he said in his best naughty voice. “Rub it up and down. Almost like you’re giving a massage with your hand.”
“Like this?” she asked, losing some of her shyness.
He watched her play with the candlestick and shook his head.
“That’s good,” he praised. “But grip it a bit harder.”
She tried again, but she was still being too delicate. Alucard moved behind her.
“Here,” he said into her ear. “Let me help.”
He wrapped his hand around hers and showed her how she was going it wrong.
“Sometimes they like to play with the tip bit there, because it’s really sensitive.” He whispered into her ear. “And they tend to go faster as they get closer to release.”
He increased the speed of their hands.
Integra made a sound of acknowledgement.
“Usually,” he went on. “They use some sort of lubricant do they don’t skid like our hands our doing. That could be painful.”
“Oh,” she said.
“Here,” said Alucard. He pulled their hands away and brought Integra’s palm to his mouth. He licked her and she giggled and pulled her hand back.
“What?” he asked innocently. “I was just giving a demonstration.”
Integra giggled some more.
“Truth or dare?” asked Alucard.
“What?” Integra replied.
“Truth or dare, it’s a game,” he told her. “Pick one.”
Integra thought a moment.
“Truth,” she said confidently. Alucard grinned.
“Okay,” he said smiling. “Have you ever touched yourself, Integra?”
Integra was amazed at how calmly he asked the question. Normally she wouldn’t have said anything, but he had shown her how boys…er.
She blushed again, for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Yes,” she answered. He raised an eyebrow. “I sort of ached…down there. So I, um….I tried putting my finger inside…you know? But it didn’t feel very good.”
He made a sad face. She smiled nervously.
“I pick dare,” he said, trying to ease her embarrassment.
Integra’s mouth made a perfect “o.”
She smiled.
“I dare you to….only wear you underwear!”
Integra giggled. Alucard chimed in with his own mirth.
He sat up in his knees and pulled the night gown he’d been wearing over his head. The first thing Integra noticed was that he wasn’t wearing a bra, but that didn’t stop him. He threw the night gown off the bed, and sat there. Clad only in white panties.
Integra said nothing for a moment, but then realized she was starring at his exposed breasts, remembering what the one had felt like.
She cleared her throat.
“Truth,” she said again.
Alucard crawled over to her and lay down beside her.
“Let’s see…” he said. “Do you like seeing me without my night gown Integra?”
Integra swallowed a lump in her throat. Then looked at him guiltily.
“I think so…I don’t not like it.’
Alucard gave her a hug.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I like that you like it.”
Integra hugged back, his cool skin felt good. It felt a little odd because he was topless, but Integra was sure that normal girls hugged.
“Dare,” she said. Beating him to the question.
“Take off your clothes,” said Alucard, without missing a beat. “All of them, I want to see you too.”
Integra was surprised when she felt eager to follow through with his request. She sat up like Alucard had and pulled off her nightgown too. However, she still had a bra and panties on….and before she started taking those off; she folded her night dress and set it to the side nicely. Then she looked at Alucard, whom she convinced herself was just another girl, and undid her bra clasp, letting her breasts sink a little, free of their guard. She pulled it off the rest of the way and set it on top of her nightgown.
Taking off her underwear made her feel a bit nervous…but it also made her feel excited too. She watched her friends face as she pulled them off slowly, then sat back and waited for a response.
“Truth or dare,” she asked her scarcely dressed companion.
“Truth,” she said quickly.
“Do you have that achy feeling right now too?” she asked shyly.
“Uh-huh,” said Alucard. “I’m really achy.”
Integra watched as Alucard looked her over. She liked it; it made her feel ort of…hot.
“Dare me, Alucard,” she said to him.
He looked her over.
“What do you want me to dare you to do?” he asked, at a point where he needed information.
“I don’t care…just keep going,” she said a little breathless.
Alucard crawled over to where Integra laid down after she took off her clothes and drape an arm across her abdomen.
“I don’t think we’re playing slumber party anymore Master,” Alucard said, trying not to let his instinct to reach out and grab something kick in. “I think we’re just…experimenting with your…sexuality.”
“Okay,” said Integra, hurriedly. “Let’s do that then.”
“Master….are you sure?”
Integra didn’t answer. Instead she sat up and started tugging down her servants remaining article of clothing.
No one needed to tell him twice. He raised his hips, helping her slide them off.
She looked at his naked form.
“Can I touch you?” she asked.
Alucard nodded. He’d be upset if she didn’t.
Integra pushed him down onto the bed. She looked at him, with his hair spread out around him. He just looked like he wanted to feel her hands on him. So she obliged.
She ran her hands over his breasts. They felt good. She squeezed them a little and played with their weight. She liked the way Alucard had closed his eyes, how he made little faces when she did certain things.
It was when she started teasing his nipple that’s when things got really interesting. The more she played with them the harder they seemed to get. She liked that.
“Put your mouth on one,” said Alucard. “Play with them that way.”
Integra nodded. She liked this, it was fun. No wonder normal girls did it.
Alucard opened one eye and watched her pull her hair behind her ears and lower her head.
She touched it with her tongue. It felt odd. She sucked a little, which made him moan. She looked up to see him looking upward, his eyes glazed over. She took a little lick at it. It was a good texture. She pulled up though. She had other things she wanted to explore.
“Alucard?” she asked. “Why didn’t it feel good, with my finger….that one time?”
He raised his head to look at her.
“Because you were nervous and over eager. You didn’t do the proper preparation….you were just unlucky is all.”
“Oh,” she said. That made sense.
“Can I look at yours?” se asked, not bothering to be embarrassed any more.
He raised an eyebrow.
“What? You just want to mess around down there?”
She shrugged. Take it or leave it.
“Okay,” he agreed.
She gave him a quick peck on the check and lowered herself to what she knew would be an educational experience.
He didn’t do her any favors. She spread his legs and braced herself.
Alucard looked…ugly. But she imagined that this wasn’t exactly the most attractive body part either.
She reached our and pressed her fingers against it. It was cool and slick. She touched the liquidy substance. It was sort of creamy and white. Hmmm. She rubbed it between her fingers and felt how it was kind of sticky…a little thick.
“Hey,” called Alucard. “Wha-”
She leaned forward and sniffed. Hmm.
She remembered earlier when he told her to use her mouth.
She stuck out her tongue and poked him.
He groaned.
She put it inside, and pulled it out. She licked; all the way up from as far down as she could go.
“Suck,” she heard a voice rasp.
How was she supposed to do that?
She puckered her lips like she was giving a kiss and went in.
She explored, sucking different things. She came across this little nubbly thing. Pausing she stopped and poked it with her finger. It was hard and soft at the same time. She stroked it.
“Ah,” said Alucard pulling away a bit. “I think it’s your turn.”
“My turn?” she asked.
But her pet was already pulling her body along side his. It felt good. Alucard kissed her. It was her first kiss…she wondered if it counted since, it was with another girl.
“Mmmm,” she said. “Good.”
Alucard didn’t say anything. He just kept touching and nibbling and kissing and doing other things to her body that made her feel amazing. She could feel the same wetness between her legs that she’d found between his. She rocked her hips, trying to tell him without words.
He got the message. He didn’t go down though.
“I’m going to show you how you’re supposed to use your fingers, Master,” he said in a musty air.
Integra gasped….he grinned.
She felt a cold digit find what Walter would have called her “woman’s place” and she rocked her hips again.
“Hold still,” he mumbled. She squirmed.
He was good at this. That was obvious. She enjoyed it. His fingers were magic.
She got her first kiss and her first orgasm in the same night.
She didn’t complain.
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They were lying next to each other afterward. Integra waking up from a pleasant haze, Alucard watching it happen. He felt good and bad at the same time.
“Alucard?” she asked. “Why didn’t I make you come? Was I bad?”
He immediately chided himself for not just faking something.
“Not at all,” he said. “I just didn’t want to make it about me.”
Integra got closer to him.
“I’ll take care of you now.”
“No,” he insisted. “You’re tired, get some rest.”
“Aluca-”
“Go to sleep,” he said firmly.
She wouldn’t have done it, except she didn’t have a choice. Mind control is a wonderful thing.