In the Moonlight

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Integra Helsing stood in front of the open window, not caring about the cool breeze from the north-east, or that she could be seen, dressed in only a thin nightgown, by the soldier who would be patrolling the grounds. She knew she should be in bed, getting some rest while the situation allows for it. As head of the family and the agency, she will need to be clear-headed the next day.
Instead, insomnia and worries too eager to be named robbed her of the peace of sleep. So she stood at the open window and stared at the cold moonlight lying across the land she would protect.
Not sight nor sound but some lesser known sense told her he was in the room behind her.
“This had better be important, Alucard.”
“Oh, it is.” He stepped up close, right behind her. “I can hear your thoughts, my master, all the way from my dungeon room,” he whispered in to the last in to her ear.
“Since when is distance a problem, vampire?” her tone deliberately cold and distant.
Ignoring her words he placed his hands on her hips. “I can hear you calling me, Integra.”
Could she have? No, of course not. “How strange. I don’t recall needing anything at the moment.” She looked over her shoulder to meet his eyes. “It must have been your imagination.”
In that ever-present self-satisfied smile something was different. An addition or subtraction?
Leaning down, he hid his face against her neck and shoulder. It was then that she noticed his hands cupping her breasts through her gown. Strangely her first thought was not outrage at his presumption, but of how large and strong his hands felt on her body. How masculine.
“Alucard.” His lips grazed her neck. “Alucard, just what the hell do you think you are doing?” She was the master; she must maintain control of the situation and her subordinate.
His hands still caressing her body, his lips touched her ear. “The time to choose is soon, the choice of eternity or mortality.”
“What are you going on about?” This sort of behavior was unlike him.
He brought his right hand to his mouth and pulled his glove off with his teeth. Her eyes tracked the bare hand as it slid down her body to her thigh. His fingers walked the fabric up her leg until he reached the hem and skin.
“Alucard.” She should stop him. She was the master of this vampire and could make him stop, but his touch was making it hard to say stop.
He kissed her neck, sucking lightly on her throat, while his hand slid slowly up and down, little more than skimming the soft skin. The sensation raised shivers along her spine. She could feel her body growing warmer.
She finally moved, leaning back against him and resting her hands against his thighs. His left arm around her waist pulled her tighter against him. He was so hard, so solid. She turned her head and met his mouth with urgency. His right hand moved higher and stroked where her body was warmest. Alucard swallowed her moan. His fingers explored her body and his tongue, her mouth.
Without warning he swept her up and carried her to the bed. Setting her down he remained above her. Both of them knew that, with one word from her, whatever was going to happen between them would end in the same breath. One word.
Integra reached up for him; he settled his weight on her.
She had never before allowed herself to even fantasize about touching him the way she was now. Her fingertips traced his features, ran through his dark hair. She sucked at his lips and felt him all along her body. His hands touched her everywhere.
He pushed her nightgown up to her waist. She pulled his shirt open. His chest was hard and muscled. He pulled her nightgown down her arms and exposed her breasts. He kissed her full soft mounds, moving lower to take one peak in to his mouth. She closed her eyes to better focus on the sweet delicate sensation. His stroking tongue and gently scraping teeth made her gasp.
His mouth moved lower to her hip, then lower still. His tongue teased her at that most sensitive bit, his finger at her entrance. Her moan was a sound that should be bottled and savored. His tongue lapped at her as his finger moved inside her. Again, again, more, and more. Her fists clenched the sheets as her hips bucked against him. Her heels dug in the mattress, trying to get away and closer.
For once she didn’t have to be in control. For once she could let go and hand it over to someone else.
He worked her body, riding her writhing hips. Pressure was building, building between her legs. He fed and fed her pleasure, not yet, not letting it break yet. Her gasping moans were musical to him, her scent and taste exquisite
A little more, a little more. She could barely catch her breath. More, more, faster. She grabbed a handful of his hair.
Just the slightest change of speed, pressure. She couldn’t see, breathe. A white explosion tore through her body. She took a deep breath and cried out through the waves that followed.
Looking down, Integra met Alucard’s eyes. She touched his face; he turned in to her hand.
Lying beside her, he held her close. “This I can give and more. All the sensations and pleasures a mortal body can experience, or eternity. Stop now and become as I am, or embrace all that mortality has to offer.”
As if the answer was ever in doubt. They looked into each other’s eyes. “Don’t stop.”
Clothes disappeared and nude bodies pressed together. Tongues coiled around each other and she slipped her hand between his legs. Her fingers curled around his length. Her palm stroked his tip.
He looked down at her as she held him at her entrance.
“Yes. “
He pushed inside her then pulled back. Virginity gone with a thrust. One option gone forever. He pushed and pulled, again and again, slow and even.
The initial pain made her want to tense up, but she forced her body to relax. Better. Now a little faster, harder. Better and better.
He caught her mouth and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. She moved her hips to the rhythm he had set, raising to meet him, pulling away as he did.
One hand in her hair and one on her hip, Alucard leaned up on his elbow. Deeper, he moved deeper inside of her, as the pressure built again.
Looking up, looking down, their eyes were filled with each other.
This time he could see her face as her pleasure broke. All her muscles tightening then relaxing, a look close to madness in her eyes.
Still more.
With one of her legs wrapped around his waist, his full length was buried in her. This feeling he hadn’t felt in so long, he was close.
Harder, faster, the sound of her moans. He held her shoulders and she gripped his back. Harder and her nails dug in. Such a lovely pain.
Faster and closer. Almost. His breathing had turned ragged. He could barely hold on to her anymore. Somehow hands found hands, fingers interlaced.
They came together.
Breathing one another’s scent, she held him to her. Something on her face caught the moonlight. He touched her cheek. Tears.
“Regrets, my master?”
“No. Actually, I feel strangely happy at the moment.”
He licked the last tears away.
“Alucard, how long since…”
“Many years, since long before you were born.”
She held him. For the rest of the night he stayed with her. They made love again slowly.
For just one night they could pretend the world wasn’t dying around them.