Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ F^3 Hellsing ❯ Blood Loss ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Tiek Mo Shet 
Integra and Ceres get to know each other better but this time Integra takes the lead.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.09.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Integra and Ceres get to know each other better but this time Integra takes the lead.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.09.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
F^3 Hellsing
By: bsmart (a.k.a. Tiek Mo Shet)
Disclaimer: Why the hell am I writing this? Nobody reads them and they have no legal weight. It’s a complete waste of time and bandwidth and yet I’m still typing. If you’re under the legal age where ever you are don’t read this, but since you’re going to anyways at least don’t let your mommy catch you. This fic is very much NC-17.
Note: This is a manga continuity fic. If you’ve only seen the show then you might be a little lost.
“…” Normal Speech
‘…’ Thought
Chapter 2: Blood Loss
“Lady Integra is going to kill me.”
Ceres was sitting in her room staring alternately at the door most people used and the section of wall Alucard tended to walk through the most.
‘Any minute she’s gonna have Alucard come down here and put a silver bullet in my heart,’ she said staring at the wall. Her head turned back towards the door, ‘Then again, she might be angry enough with me to come down here and do it herself.’
With a dejected sigh she returned to considering her stone floor, “What the hell was wrong with me last night?”
While part of her was still horrified about what had happened, a larger part of her then she was comfortable with was very pleased with how things had gone. She grinned as she remembered the blood and the sex, but as quickly as the grin had appeared it vanished. ‘I raped her, how can I enjoy remembering that.’
‘She didn’t fight it, hell, she encouraged us, she asked us to take our clothes off, she smeared herself with blood, and she never once tried to get away.’
‘She’s still the boss, she’s gonna be pissed.’
‘No she’s not and you know it.’ A short pause, ‘When did we start liking girls anyway?’
Ceres Victoria had never really had a boyfriend; she had had more then a few friends who were male, just no boyfriends. Most of the men she had befriended had been considerably older then her and looked at her like a little sister, and in truth she had always looked at most of them like brothers. She had tried to go on a few conventional dates during her schooling but none of them had gone anywhere though all had ended amicably. Eventually school had given way to the police academy and work had consumed her time. Both by necessity and an unconscious desire to simply not think about it Ceres hadn’t given much thought to her romantic troubles.
‘Maybe we always have.’
‘You never could keep a boyfriend.’
‘Not like I didn’t try.’ She turned her face back towards the wall, “I still say she’s gonna kill me.”
Integra Hellsing sat in a large leather chair staring out one of the windows of her bedroom. She was sipping on the glass of orange juice that accompanied her regular breakfast; she had put off thinking about last night all through breakfast, preferring to contemplate it on a full stomach. Now that was through and a quick look down at her nearly empty glass of juice confirmed that her last delay was nearly up.
With a sigh she set the glass on the tray that held the remains of her breakfast. Integra wasn’t one to agonize over her choices, once she decided to do something she was committed, still this required some consideration. ‘I have to admit that I never thought of Officer Victoria in those terms before. She is attractive but she is also a subordinate, this will be complicated,’ she thought. The fact that last night could have been a simple one night escapade or that Ceres might not be interested in another romp never crossed her mind. ‘It shouldn’t be too difficult to convince her what to do, when she doesn’t have the scent of blood in her head she’s the docile Ceres I’ve always known. If I ever feel like seeing that side of her again she’ll be easy to coax out.’
She glanced down to the tray her breakfast came on and the one addition to her usual fare, a pen knife. She hadn’t been entirely sure of herself the night before when she had asked Walter for it but now she found herself looking forward to what the small silver knife represented. “But first,” she reached over to the intercom on the end table, “Walter come in here, I have an errand for you.”
Ceres had now been sitting nervously in her room for the entire morning. The only interruptions had been at nine when Walter had brought her breakfast and at nine thirty when he had cleared it. Nothing else had interrupted her in over two hours. “If she was going to have me killed she would have done it by now.” Ceres heaved herself off of her bed and walked to the bathroom. One look in the mirror confirmed her fears, ‘I look horrible.’ A few minutes of quality time with the sink and soap did a passable job of cleaning her up, however, as always, her hair defied any attempt to make it decent.
Ceres slowly strode to her door and peeked into the hallway. Seeing no one she made her way up the stairs from the lower level to the main hall. As her head came above the level of the railing her eyes snapped around to the door to Lady Integra’s office. Her eyes never left the heavy oak doors as she pivoted and headed towards the hallway to the training area of the estate. Only after crossing half the main hall’s floor did she start to look where she was going. As her head came around her pace increased.
Only after she arrived at the subterranean firing range did she relax. As she retrieved her Harkonnen from the weapons locker she reflected on how much this activity had become a stress reliever for her. As she took up her position on the firing range she felt herself beginning to calm down. As she slid the first training round into the chamber and felt the tension begin to leave her. When she focused down range on the shilling sized target every thought save hitting it flowed out of her mind. In her eyes the one hundred and fifty meter away target was the size of a large melon five meters away. She still didn’t know how she knew when her Harkonnen was lined up with the target but she did and when it was she pulled the trigger.
The cracks of the other rifles on the range were momentarily drowned out by the booming roar of the thirty millimeter anti-tank rifle. The sub-caliber ceramic training round hit the target nearly dead center and disintegrated. Ceres momentarily frowned at the light recoil of the training round, she preferred the sharp thump of a full sized round but her face quickly brightened when she saw her accuracy. Over the next two hours Ceres happily sent several dozen more rounds downrange followed by a couple dozen more out of the new pistol Walter had given her a few weeks before. As she started to break down and clean her weapons the happy calm she had had started to dissipate. By the time she had reassembled the guns and placed them back into the locker she was once again fretting over her problems.
As she strode back towards her room she found herself thinking less about Lady Integra having her killed and more about how she would react next time they found themselves face to face. ‘How in the world will I face her?’
‘Don’t say anything unless she does.’
‘I guess.’
Once again when she reached the main hall her eyes remained fixed on the door as she hurried across the floor to the stairs down to her room. Once in her room she killed the time till dinner reading reports, and writing a few of her own about her last mission. As always, at precisely, five eleven, she heard a firm knock on her door.
“Come in.”
Walter came into the room bearing a tray with her usual evening fare. Only this evening it wasn’t her usual. Instead of a single chilled bag of blood there were two and there was a simple brown shopping bag on the tray with a bit of white tissue paper sticking out of the top. When she looked up at Walter top ask him about this his normally impassive face held a thin lipped smile and a glimmer in his eye. “Lady Integra requests your presence in her quarters tonight.” He gestured towards the bag, “She also asks that you make use of her gift when you come.” With that her pivoted smartly on his heels and left the room.
For a moment she just stood there considering the bag before walking over to the table and sitting down. Her curiosity about the package nearly overcame her rapidly rising fear of what it could hold. ‘There’s probably a gun with a silver bullet in the chamber inside.’ She decided to put off opening the bag until after dinner. When she tore open the first bag of blood the smell that assaulted her was familiar. She quickly looked at the bag’s label but found nothing to explain what she smelled. “Lady Integra’s blood?” As she paused to consider this development she inhaled again. As the scent stabbed deeply into her mind she stopped worrying about how the blood had gotten there. The hunger was coming over her again and this time she didn’t have to fight it.
As quickly as she could she dumped both bags into the large saucer at the center of her tray. As she squeezed the last drop out of the second bag she paused and inhaled deeply through her nose. ‘It smells,” she inhaled again, ‘delicious.’ Her instincts were screaming at her to drain the bowl as quickly as possible and lick out any remaining trace but she resisted. “I need to go slowly, I need to savor it.” She took a cautious first sip and growled as the blood flowed across her tongue and down her throat. She tried to keep her instincts in check but still found herself quickly sipping the blood, ‘This is just too good.’ When the last of the blood was gone she set the saucer back down and walked over to her bed. With a content sigh she collapsed into the huge coffin shaped piece of furniture and let a wave of contentment flow over her, a wave not unlike the one she had felt last night after she had been with Integra.
As she slowly calmed down and her thoughts became more rational she fixated on the brown bag again. ‘I can’t put it off any longer; I’ve only got an hour before I’m supposed to report to her quarters.’ With all the enthusiasm of a death row prisoner Ceres walked over to the table and began to remove the tissue paper from the bag. As she uncovered its contents she let out a startled gasp and held the item before her.
In her hand was a pair of red silk panties. Not just any red either, the same dark red as her eyes. When she looked back into the bag she found another piece of red silk, this time she removed a stiffly boned corset and a garter belt. For a third time she reached into the bag and removed the last piece of the “ensemble”, a pair of red panty hose.
Ceres was standing at the table gawking at the gifts in her hands when Walter strode into the room to remove her dinner. With a terrified “Eeep,” she tried to hide the lingerie from Walter but he seemed to be paying her no mind. As he turned to leave his eyes caught Ceres’, he simply smiled at her and nodded slightly before leaving.
When Walter left Ceres tossed the flimsy garments onto the bed and sank back hard into one of the dining chairs around the table. ‘She wants me to wear those? I….I…ah….guess she’s not mad at me, or she might just be teasing me.’ She quickly reflected on everything she knew about Integra, ‘She wouldn’t do something like that, and if she wanted to kill me she’d just do it, no fooling around.’ When Ceres next inhaled another scent caught her attention. “Sheesh, I haven’t taken a bath since yesterday morning.” Ceres headed straight for her bathroom striping her clothes off the whole way.
As she rubbed soap all over her body she reflected on the changes that had been happening to it. ‘Gah, I’m so pale. I can’t even stay out in the sun long enough to do anything about it either. Though I don’t have to worry about shaving anymore, tradeoffs I suppose.’ She continued to work her way down her body with the washcloth, ‘I’m nothing but legs’ she thought as she shook her head. She finished her bath with her breasts, ‘I am such a freak, I look like I have a pair of balloons stuffed in my shirt.’ She started to rinse off, ‘The next person who asks me how much they cost gets a Harkonnen round in the face.’
After her bath she dried herself off and applied a little bit of perfume. When it came time to get dressed she only paused a moment before starting to put on the lingerie Integra had supplied. Dressed head to toe in red silk and lace Ceres took a moment to admire herself in full length mirror on her bathroom door. ‘This fits me like another skin, this isn’t just the right size; it’s been tailored too.’ Only a moments reflection brought Walter’s smile the last time he was in her room back to mind, ‘Well he did get all my clothes for me.’ As she turned around and admired the way the strap of the panties disappeared between the half moons of her rear she smiled, ‘I’ll have to remember to thank him later.’
Her ruminations brought more then the appreciation of Walter’s knowledge to her mind, ‘There is no way I can walk through the mansion like this.’ She glanced at the clock, ‘No time.’ She hurriedly rummaged through her closet considering and discarding each possibility as it arose. ‘No, no, no, NO! There’s nothing here.’ With an exasperated sigh she grabbed one of her uniforms and hurriedly put it on. Ceres bolted from her room; her stockinged feet sliding on the stone floor.
“You’re late.”
“It took me longer to get ready then,”
“You’re still late,” Integra cut her off.
Ceres fidgeted slightly in the dark room, Integra was sitting in an overstuffed leather chair in front of a window in her bedroom. The full moon was shining through the floor to ceiling window and a normal person wouldn’t have been able to see more then a vague outline of her. Ceres wasn’t normal though, she could clearly see Integra sitting in her chair, other things were making her nervous. Things like the fact that under her uniform was one of the sexiest lingerie outfits she had ever seen and the woman sitting in front of her had picked it out. Little things like that. “I’m sorry Lady Integra.”
“No excuses?”
“No ma’am.”
“Good.” Integra took a moment to look her prey over. Ceres was doing her best to remain at attention and failing horribly, she was constantly squirming and her face betrayed her nervousness. ‘Best not to let you get your wits about you,’ Integra thought. “Are you wearing my present?”
“Ahhh, yes sir.”
“Then strip.”
“Huh?”
“That’s an order Officer,” she growled.
“Yes ma’am,” Ceres replied shakily. As she began removing her clothes she noticed Integra watching her intently. Part of her wanted to give Integra a shown and another part of her wanted to run. She settled on a compromise and quickly finished removing what was left of her uniform.
‘Walter was right, he did know her measurements, I’ll have to remember to thank him later.’ Integra took another moment to admire her choice, both in clothing and lovers. Ceres’ hair was an unruly mass framing her pale face. Her blood red eyes were a swirl of confused emotions, hopeful, terrified, expectant, embarrassed and back again in the blink of an eye. Her generous breasts threatened to spill out of the tightly laced corset which narrowed down to her hips. The juncture of the legs attached to those hips was hidden by a swath of red silk. Ceres’ long legs were encased in red nylon and the entire ensemble was tied together with a garter set, the same blood red as all of it.
While Ceres stood in the middle of the room and wondered what she should do, Integra took the initiative. Rising from her chair the blonde woman strode confidently towards Ceres, grasps her head in her hands and began to kiss her. It started out as an expression of lust but slowly evolved into something different, something softer; by the end Ceres had regained her wits and was returning the kiss with enthusiasm. Integra pulled away slowly, dragging Ceres’ bottom lip with her, reveling in the young vampiress’ whimpers. When she released it she felt Ceres’ knees almost give out.
Continuing to press her attack Integra wrapped her arms around the young girl’s waist and began to push her backwards toward the bed. When Ceres felt the back of her knees hit the high mattress she paused, Integra didn’t. Quickly sliding her hands down Ceres’ hips and around to grasp her bottom, Integra gave her a boost onto the bed. Ceres propped herself up onto her elbows and watched with rapt attention as Integra began to disrobe. Ceres watched intently as Integra first removed her jacket, then her shirt, when it came time to remove her pants Integra turned as she unbuckled them and bent at the waist as she removed them. When she turned back around Ceres was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her mouth watering. As soon as she got a clear shot she reached forward to try to remove Integra’s bra.
Integra’s face became petulant at seeing this and she lightly smacked Ceres’ questing hands away. “Patience officer Victoria, patience.” Integra climbed onto the bed forcing Ceres to lay back down as Integra crouched over her. After a quick peck on the cheek to reassure the vampiress, Integra started to nibble on her neck, taking her time as she moved down to the swell of Ceres’ breasts that emerged over the top of the corset. Integra worked slowly from Ceres’ breasts to her arms and then back down her torso to her hips. Integra adored every little whimper and moan her ministrations were eliciting.
For her part Ceres felt like the weight of the world had lifted from her shoulders, not only was Integra not mad at her but it looked like they were about to have another go around. On the other hand she was starting to get very frustrated with the way Integra wasn’t letting her reciprocate; every time she tied to move or touch Integra she was pushed back down and not allowed too. She had had it, “Please, let me do something, anything.”
“All you ever had to do was ask,” said Integra with a sly smile as she sat up straight on Ceres hips. Immediately she popped up and started to kiss Integra’s stomach as her she held herself up with her left hand and used her right to undue the catch on Integra’s bra. She quickly discarded the scrap of lace and rolled over on top of Integra, latching onto her left breast and starting to suckle in one motion. “Mmmmm, my aren’t we eager.”
Ceres’ only answer was a contented groan that sent pleasurable vibrations into Integra’s breast. After allowing Ceres to spend a few moments lavishing attention on her breasts Integra decided it was time to reclaim the initiative, she rolled them back over that she was on top and pulled away from Ceres. The blonde haired girl refused to be denied her treat and didn’t release Integra’s right nipple until her boss had almost sat up completely, causing the nipple to slip free with a soft pop.
Free once more, Integra wiggled out of her panties and freed Ceres’ stockings from their garters. Working slowly Integra lifted up Ceres’ right leg, rested it on her shoulder, and began to peel the stocking off of it. Bending over she began to place kisses along the newly exposed skin, sometimes they were light and feathery, at times she sucked and tongued at the skin, once or twice she even bit down lightly. When Integra finally pulled to stocking completely off Ceres was panting and moaning softly, after placing a small kiss on the sole of the newly exposed foot, Integra treated Ceres’ other leg to the same treatment.
Her chore complete Integra worked her way back up the prone body of her lover, pausing a moment to drag her nose and mouth across the vampiress’ silk clad sex while inhaling deeply. Grinning at the startled yelp this action elicited Integra rolled off of Ceres, propped her up to a sitting position and slid around behind her.
As Integra slid her hands up to cup Ceres’ breasts through the corset the young vampiress spoke up, “Lady Integra…”
“Just Integra when we’re alone.”
The possible implications of this statement hit Ceres immediately. ‘Does she mean we’re going to be doing this……ahhh…more? I guess she wants to keep it secret as well.’ “Integra, can I….may I touch you too?”
Unseen by Ceres, Integra grinned broadly though it wasn’t reflected in her voice, “No, you may not.”
“Please, I need to do something,” she begged.
“Which part of my statement do you find difficult to understand Officer Victoria,” asked Integra as she slid one finger up Ceres’ throat.
“I understood ma’am.”
As Integra cupped her hand under Ceres’ chin and raised it, her other hand eased Ceres’ right breast up out of the corset. “Excellent, I would hate to have to discipline you for insubordination,” Integra twisted slightly on Ceres’ exposed right nipple and hissed into her ear, “this time.”
Ceres wasn’t sure why that caused her to shiver in anticipation, but she liked it.
With who was boss firmly established Integra happily returned to baring all of Ceres. She congratulated herself on her foresight in her choice of corsets; while there was a certain charm in the lace up ones she had seen she was very much enjoying the simplicity of a zipper at the moment. Ceres was soon clad in nothing but her panties and very much anticipating what was to come next.
“Get up.”
“Integra?”
“Get off the bed, now.”
While she was confused, the tone of Integra’s voice told her that the blonde was in no mood to be questioned. She hopped off the bed as quickly as she could and turned to face Integra, who was now leaning back on her arms, her legs crossed in front of her. “Now, you may touch me.”
Ceres happily dived into her work licking, sucking and stroking happily. As she went about pleasuring her boss she obeyed every command she was given, as she sucked on Integra’s left nipple she was told to “Suck harder,” which she happily did. She licked down Integra’s torso until her boss’s commands forced her higher to caress the underside of her breasts. When she kissed along Integra’s neck she was told, “Use your fangs,” at first she hesitated but she quickly got over it, ‘It’s her neck.’ Just like the last time they were in this position Ceres felt an almost overwhelming urge to bite down but she kept herself under enough control to simply mark Integra with a bruise rather then with a pair of puncture wounds.
Feeling the vampiress’ fangs on her neck once more settled it for Integra, “Down, now,” she gasped. ‘Well, that was eloquent,’ she thought, right up until she felt Ceres hoist her legs up onto her shoulders and begin to lick.
Ceres was enjoying herself immensely; because of what she was doing she was getting to hear Integra moan and wail, which only pushed her to try harder to elicit more of the wonderful sounds. Remembering what Integra liked from the last time she had been in this position, Ceres did her best to replicate it, though she decided that she wasn’t feeling bold enough to attempt some of the more…shameless…actions she had preformed before. Instead she settled for a combination of finger and tongue action that she knew would work. She maintained a slowly increasing and relentless pace that brought Integra to a shuddering, moaning orgasm.
Sitting back on her heels Ceres’ felt herself melt when she saw the look on Integra’s face, she was giving her a warm smile, something she had never seen grace the head of the Hellsing organization’s face. When Integra pulled her down for a kiss it was with a surprising gentleness, something the kiss that followed held as well. “You’ve done an excellent job Ceres,” the young girl blushed, “Now I think it’s time for your reward for a job well done.” Over the next half hour Integra rewarded Ceres for a job well done. When it reached it’s culmination Ceres let loose a small squeak and shuddered all over. After Integra placed several final kisses on Ceres’ lips she reoriented herself on the bed and pulled the sheets over herself.
Ceres took this as her cue to leave and began to do so, her flight was cut short though when Integra heard the slither of skin on silk as Ceres got off the bed, rolled over and said, “Exactly where do you think you’re going?”
“Ma’am?”
“Well unless this is a one night stand it’s customary to sleep with your lover.”
“Ma’am!”
“Stay or leave, just make up your mind,” Integra said as she rolled over.
For a moment Ceres stood where she was, frozen in shock but she made up her mind quickly. Climbing back into the bed she had so recently vacated she felt Integra shiver slightly as their skin made contact but once she was all the way in Integra rolled over, pulled her into her arms, and placed a single small kiss on the end of Ceres’ nose. As she began to fall asleep, the last thing she remembered thinking was, ‘I can get used to this.’
Author’s Notes (a.k.a. My feeble attempt to explain away how much this sucked.) V1.1 Beta
Acknowledgements:
Ministry Agent – For ripping me a vague new one with the review of the first chapter. Can’t say it accomplished much but hopefully when he rips this chapter he can get a bit more specific.
Unknown J. Pervert – Red silk panties, thank you for reminding me.
Notes:
1) I don’t know about everyone else but I have two voices in my head when I debate something. So in the theme of writing what you know that’s how I write their thoughts.
2) Yes, she’s a vampire who can see herself in the mirror. Hellsing never followed the traditional vampire mythos very closely and to be honest this is one of the dumber myths.
3) I’m not trying for high class artistic sex; this is porn plain and simple. An attempt at in character sex and better then average writing, but it’s still porn.
4) I’ve been accused of writing an OOC Integra in this story. First of all, read the manga, there’s defiantly the occasional sexual tension between Ceres and Integra, never really any between everyone else. It’s not much or often but it’s still there on occasion. If all you’ve seen is the anime then yes, this probably is OOC and reaching, but it’s still far less farfetched then the legions of Alucard/Integra or Alucard/Anderson (Gah!) fics out there.
5) Language, are there any “high class” words to use for body parts that aren’t clinical? If so I don’t know them.
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Note: This is a manga continuity fic. If you’ve only seen the show then you might be a little lost.
“…” Normal Speech
‘…’ Thought
Chapter 2: Blood Loss
“Lady Integra is going to kill me.”
Ceres was sitting in her room staring alternately at the door most people used and the section of wall Alucard tended to walk through the most.
‘Any minute she’s gonna have Alucard come down here and put a silver bullet in my heart,’ she said staring at the wall. Her head turned back towards the door, ‘Then again, she might be angry enough with me to come down here and do it herself.’
With a dejected sigh she returned to considering her stone floor, “What the hell was wrong with me last night?”
While part of her was still horrified about what had happened, a larger part of her then she was comfortable with was very pleased with how things had gone. She grinned as she remembered the blood and the sex, but as quickly as the grin had appeared it vanished. ‘I raped her, how can I enjoy remembering that.’
‘She didn’t fight it, hell, she encouraged us, she asked us to take our clothes off, she smeared herself with blood, and she never once tried to get away.’
‘She’s still the boss, she’s gonna be pissed.’
‘No she’s not and you know it.’ A short pause, ‘When did we start liking girls anyway?’
Ceres Victoria had never really had a boyfriend; she had had more then a few friends who were male, just no boyfriends. Most of the men she had befriended had been considerably older then her and looked at her like a little sister, and in truth she had always looked at most of them like brothers. She had tried to go on a few conventional dates during her schooling but none of them had gone anywhere though all had ended amicably. Eventually school had given way to the police academy and work had consumed her time. Both by necessity and an unconscious desire to simply not think about it Ceres hadn’t given much thought to her romantic troubles.
‘Maybe we always have.’
‘You never could keep a boyfriend.’
‘Not like I didn’t try.’ She turned her face back towards the wall, “I still say she’s gonna kill me.”
Integra Hellsing sat in a large leather chair staring out one of the windows of her bedroom. She was sipping on the glass of orange juice that accompanied her regular breakfast; she had put off thinking about last night all through breakfast, preferring to contemplate it on a full stomach. Now that was through and a quick look down at her nearly empty glass of juice confirmed that her last delay was nearly up.
With a sigh she set the glass on the tray that held the remains of her breakfast. Integra wasn’t one to agonize over her choices, once she decided to do something she was committed, still this required some consideration. ‘I have to admit that I never thought of Officer Victoria in those terms before. She is attractive but she is also a subordinate, this will be complicated,’ she thought. The fact that last night could have been a simple one night escapade or that Ceres might not be interested in another romp never crossed her mind. ‘It shouldn’t be too difficult to convince her what to do, when she doesn’t have the scent of blood in her head she’s the docile Ceres I’ve always known. If I ever feel like seeing that side of her again she’ll be easy to coax out.’
She glanced down to the tray her breakfast came on and the one addition to her usual fare, a pen knife. She hadn’t been entirely sure of herself the night before when she had asked Walter for it but now she found herself looking forward to what the small silver knife represented. “But first,” she reached over to the intercom on the end table, “Walter come in here, I have an errand for you.”
Ceres had now been sitting nervously in her room for the entire morning. The only interruptions had been at nine when Walter had brought her breakfast and at nine thirty when he had cleared it. Nothing else had interrupted her in over two hours. “If she was going to have me killed she would have done it by now.” Ceres heaved herself off of her bed and walked to the bathroom. One look in the mirror confirmed her fears, ‘I look horrible.’ A few minutes of quality time with the sink and soap did a passable job of cleaning her up, however, as always, her hair defied any attempt to make it decent.
Ceres slowly strode to her door and peeked into the hallway. Seeing no one she made her way up the stairs from the lower level to the main hall. As her head came above the level of the railing her eyes snapped around to the door to Lady Integra’s office. Her eyes never left the heavy oak doors as she pivoted and headed towards the hallway to the training area of the estate. Only after crossing half the main hall’s floor did she start to look where she was going. As her head came around her pace increased.
Only after she arrived at the subterranean firing range did she relax. As she retrieved her Harkonnen from the weapons locker she reflected on how much this activity had become a stress reliever for her. As she took up her position on the firing range she felt herself beginning to calm down. As she slid the first training round into the chamber and felt the tension begin to leave her. When she focused down range on the shilling sized target every thought save hitting it flowed out of her mind. In her eyes the one hundred and fifty meter away target was the size of a large melon five meters away. She still didn’t know how she knew when her Harkonnen was lined up with the target but she did and when it was she pulled the trigger.
The cracks of the other rifles on the range were momentarily drowned out by the booming roar of the thirty millimeter anti-tank rifle. The sub-caliber ceramic training round hit the target nearly dead center and disintegrated. Ceres momentarily frowned at the light recoil of the training round, she preferred the sharp thump of a full sized round but her face quickly brightened when she saw her accuracy. Over the next two hours Ceres happily sent several dozen more rounds downrange followed by a couple dozen more out of the new pistol Walter had given her a few weeks before. As she started to break down and clean her weapons the happy calm she had had started to dissipate. By the time she had reassembled the guns and placed them back into the locker she was once again fretting over her problems.
As she strode back towards her room she found herself thinking less about Lady Integra having her killed and more about how she would react next time they found themselves face to face. ‘How in the world will I face her?’
‘Don’t say anything unless she does.’
‘I guess.’
Once again when she reached the main hall her eyes remained fixed on the door as she hurried across the floor to the stairs down to her room. Once in her room she killed the time till dinner reading reports, and writing a few of her own about her last mission. As always, at precisely, five eleven, she heard a firm knock on her door.
“Come in.”
Walter came into the room bearing a tray with her usual evening fare. Only this evening it wasn’t her usual. Instead of a single chilled bag of blood there were two and there was a simple brown shopping bag on the tray with a bit of white tissue paper sticking out of the top. When she looked up at Walter top ask him about this his normally impassive face held a thin lipped smile and a glimmer in his eye. “Lady Integra requests your presence in her quarters tonight.” He gestured towards the bag, “She also asks that you make use of her gift when you come.” With that her pivoted smartly on his heels and left the room.
For a moment she just stood there considering the bag before walking over to the table and sitting down. Her curiosity about the package nearly overcame her rapidly rising fear of what it could hold. ‘There’s probably a gun with a silver bullet in the chamber inside.’ She decided to put off opening the bag until after dinner. When she tore open the first bag of blood the smell that assaulted her was familiar. She quickly looked at the bag’s label but found nothing to explain what she smelled. “Lady Integra’s blood?” As she paused to consider this development she inhaled again. As the scent stabbed deeply into her mind she stopped worrying about how the blood had gotten there. The hunger was coming over her again and this time she didn’t have to fight it.
As quickly as she could she dumped both bags into the large saucer at the center of her tray. As she squeezed the last drop out of the second bag she paused and inhaled deeply through her nose. ‘It smells,” she inhaled again, ‘delicious.’ Her instincts were screaming at her to drain the bowl as quickly as possible and lick out any remaining trace but she resisted. “I need to go slowly, I need to savor it.” She took a cautious first sip and growled as the blood flowed across her tongue and down her throat. She tried to keep her instincts in check but still found herself quickly sipping the blood, ‘This is just too good.’ When the last of the blood was gone she set the saucer back down and walked over to her bed. With a content sigh she collapsed into the huge coffin shaped piece of furniture and let a wave of contentment flow over her, a wave not unlike the one she had felt last night after she had been with Integra.
As she slowly calmed down and her thoughts became more rational she fixated on the brown bag again. ‘I can’t put it off any longer; I’ve only got an hour before I’m supposed to report to her quarters.’ With all the enthusiasm of a death row prisoner Ceres walked over to the table and began to remove the tissue paper from the bag. As she uncovered its contents she let out a startled gasp and held the item before her.
In her hand was a pair of red silk panties. Not just any red either, the same dark red as her eyes. When she looked back into the bag she found another piece of red silk, this time she removed a stiffly boned corset and a garter belt. For a third time she reached into the bag and removed the last piece of the “ensemble”, a pair of red panty hose.
Ceres was standing at the table gawking at the gifts in her hands when Walter strode into the room to remove her dinner. With a terrified “Eeep,” she tried to hide the lingerie from Walter but he seemed to be paying her no mind. As he turned to leave his eyes caught Ceres’, he simply smiled at her and nodded slightly before leaving.
When Walter left Ceres tossed the flimsy garments onto the bed and sank back hard into one of the dining chairs around the table. ‘She wants me to wear those? I….I…ah….guess she’s not mad at me, or she might just be teasing me.’ She quickly reflected on everything she knew about Integra, ‘She wouldn’t do something like that, and if she wanted to kill me she’d just do it, no fooling around.’ When Ceres next inhaled another scent caught her attention. “Sheesh, I haven’t taken a bath since yesterday morning.” Ceres headed straight for her bathroom striping her clothes off the whole way.
As she rubbed soap all over her body she reflected on the changes that had been happening to it. ‘Gah, I’m so pale. I can’t even stay out in the sun long enough to do anything about it either. Though I don’t have to worry about shaving anymore, tradeoffs I suppose.’ She continued to work her way down her body with the washcloth, ‘I’m nothing but legs’ she thought as she shook her head. She finished her bath with her breasts, ‘I am such a freak, I look like I have a pair of balloons stuffed in my shirt.’ She started to rinse off, ‘The next person who asks me how much they cost gets a Harkonnen round in the face.’
After her bath she dried herself off and applied a little bit of perfume. When it came time to get dressed she only paused a moment before starting to put on the lingerie Integra had supplied. Dressed head to toe in red silk and lace Ceres took a moment to admire herself in full length mirror on her bathroom door. ‘This fits me like another skin, this isn’t just the right size; it’s been tailored too.’ Only a moments reflection brought Walter’s smile the last time he was in her room back to mind, ‘Well he did get all my clothes for me.’ As she turned around and admired the way the strap of the panties disappeared between the half moons of her rear she smiled, ‘I’ll have to remember to thank him later.’
Her ruminations brought more then the appreciation of Walter’s knowledge to her mind, ‘There is no way I can walk through the mansion like this.’ She glanced at the clock, ‘No time.’ She hurriedly rummaged through her closet considering and discarding each possibility as it arose. ‘No, no, no, NO! There’s nothing here.’ With an exasperated sigh she grabbed one of her uniforms and hurriedly put it on. Ceres bolted from her room; her stockinged feet sliding on the stone floor.
“You’re late.”
“It took me longer to get ready then,”
“You’re still late,” Integra cut her off.
Ceres fidgeted slightly in the dark room, Integra was sitting in an overstuffed leather chair in front of a window in her bedroom. The full moon was shining through the floor to ceiling window and a normal person wouldn’t have been able to see more then a vague outline of her. Ceres wasn’t normal though, she could clearly see Integra sitting in her chair, other things were making her nervous. Things like the fact that under her uniform was one of the sexiest lingerie outfits she had ever seen and the woman sitting in front of her had picked it out. Little things like that. “I’m sorry Lady Integra.”
“No excuses?”
“No ma’am.”
“Good.” Integra took a moment to look her prey over. Ceres was doing her best to remain at attention and failing horribly, she was constantly squirming and her face betrayed her nervousness. ‘Best not to let you get your wits about you,’ Integra thought. “Are you wearing my present?”
“Ahhh, yes sir.”
“Then strip.”
“Huh?”
“That’s an order Officer,” she growled.
“Yes ma’am,” Ceres replied shakily. As she began removing her clothes she noticed Integra watching her intently. Part of her wanted to give Integra a shown and another part of her wanted to run. She settled on a compromise and quickly finished removing what was left of her uniform.
‘Walter was right, he did know her measurements, I’ll have to remember to thank him later.’ Integra took another moment to admire her choice, both in clothing and lovers. Ceres’ hair was an unruly mass framing her pale face. Her blood red eyes were a swirl of confused emotions, hopeful, terrified, expectant, embarrassed and back again in the blink of an eye. Her generous breasts threatened to spill out of the tightly laced corset which narrowed down to her hips. The juncture of the legs attached to those hips was hidden by a swath of red silk. Ceres’ long legs were encased in red nylon and the entire ensemble was tied together with a garter set, the same blood red as all of it.
While Ceres stood in the middle of the room and wondered what she should do, Integra took the initiative. Rising from her chair the blonde woman strode confidently towards Ceres, grasps her head in her hands and began to kiss her. It started out as an expression of lust but slowly evolved into something different, something softer; by the end Ceres had regained her wits and was returning the kiss with enthusiasm. Integra pulled away slowly, dragging Ceres’ bottom lip with her, reveling in the young vampiress’ whimpers. When she released it she felt Ceres’ knees almost give out.
Continuing to press her attack Integra wrapped her arms around the young girl’s waist and began to push her backwards toward the bed. When Ceres felt the back of her knees hit the high mattress she paused, Integra didn’t. Quickly sliding her hands down Ceres’ hips and around to grasp her bottom, Integra gave her a boost onto the bed. Ceres propped herself up onto her elbows and watched with rapt attention as Integra began to disrobe. Ceres watched intently as Integra first removed her jacket, then her shirt, when it came time to remove her pants Integra turned as she unbuckled them and bent at the waist as she removed them. When she turned back around Ceres was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her mouth watering. As soon as she got a clear shot she reached forward to try to remove Integra’s bra.
Integra’s face became petulant at seeing this and she lightly smacked Ceres’ questing hands away. “Patience officer Victoria, patience.” Integra climbed onto the bed forcing Ceres to lay back down as Integra crouched over her. After a quick peck on the cheek to reassure the vampiress, Integra started to nibble on her neck, taking her time as she moved down to the swell of Ceres’ breasts that emerged over the top of the corset. Integra worked slowly from Ceres’ breasts to her arms and then back down her torso to her hips. Integra adored every little whimper and moan her ministrations were eliciting.
For her part Ceres felt like the weight of the world had lifted from her shoulders, not only was Integra not mad at her but it looked like they were about to have another go around. On the other hand she was starting to get very frustrated with the way Integra wasn’t letting her reciprocate; every time she tied to move or touch Integra she was pushed back down and not allowed too. She had had it, “Please, let me do something, anything.”
“All you ever had to do was ask,” said Integra with a sly smile as she sat up straight on Ceres hips. Immediately she popped up and started to kiss Integra’s stomach as her she held herself up with her left hand and used her right to undue the catch on Integra’s bra. She quickly discarded the scrap of lace and rolled over on top of Integra, latching onto her left breast and starting to suckle in one motion. “Mmmmm, my aren’t we eager.”
Ceres’ only answer was a contented groan that sent pleasurable vibrations into Integra’s breast. After allowing Ceres to spend a few moments lavishing attention on her breasts Integra decided it was time to reclaim the initiative, she rolled them back over that she was on top and pulled away from Ceres. The blonde haired girl refused to be denied her treat and didn’t release Integra’s right nipple until her boss had almost sat up completely, causing the nipple to slip free with a soft pop.
Free once more, Integra wiggled out of her panties and freed Ceres’ stockings from their garters. Working slowly Integra lifted up Ceres’ right leg, rested it on her shoulder, and began to peel the stocking off of it. Bending over she began to place kisses along the newly exposed skin, sometimes they were light and feathery, at times she sucked and tongued at the skin, once or twice she even bit down lightly. When Integra finally pulled to stocking completely off Ceres was panting and moaning softly, after placing a small kiss on the sole of the newly exposed foot, Integra treated Ceres’ other leg to the same treatment.
Her chore complete Integra worked her way back up the prone body of her lover, pausing a moment to drag her nose and mouth across the vampiress’ silk clad sex while inhaling deeply. Grinning at the startled yelp this action elicited Integra rolled off of Ceres, propped her up to a sitting position and slid around behind her.
As Integra slid her hands up to cup Ceres’ breasts through the corset the young vampiress spoke up, “Lady Integra…”
“Just Integra when we’re alone.”
The possible implications of this statement hit Ceres immediately. ‘Does she mean we’re going to be doing this……ahhh…more? I guess she wants to keep it secret as well.’ “Integra, can I….may I touch you too?”
Unseen by Ceres, Integra grinned broadly though it wasn’t reflected in her voice, “No, you may not.”
“Please, I need to do something,” she begged.
“Which part of my statement do you find difficult to understand Officer Victoria,” asked Integra as she slid one finger up Ceres’ throat.
“I understood ma’am.”
As Integra cupped her hand under Ceres’ chin and raised it, her other hand eased Ceres’ right breast up out of the corset. “Excellent, I would hate to have to discipline you for insubordination,” Integra twisted slightly on Ceres’ exposed right nipple and hissed into her ear, “this time.”
Ceres wasn’t sure why that caused her to shiver in anticipation, but she liked it.
With who was boss firmly established Integra happily returned to baring all of Ceres. She congratulated herself on her foresight in her choice of corsets; while there was a certain charm in the lace up ones she had seen she was very much enjoying the simplicity of a zipper at the moment. Ceres was soon clad in nothing but her panties and very much anticipating what was to come next.
“Get up.”
“Integra?”
“Get off the bed, now.”
While she was confused, the tone of Integra’s voice told her that the blonde was in no mood to be questioned. She hopped off the bed as quickly as she could and turned to face Integra, who was now leaning back on her arms, her legs crossed in front of her. “Now, you may touch me.”
Ceres happily dived into her work licking, sucking and stroking happily. As she went about pleasuring her boss she obeyed every command she was given, as she sucked on Integra’s left nipple she was told to “Suck harder,” which she happily did. She licked down Integra’s torso until her boss’s commands forced her higher to caress the underside of her breasts. When she kissed along Integra’s neck she was told, “Use your fangs,” at first she hesitated but she quickly got over it, ‘It’s her neck.’ Just like the last time they were in this position Ceres felt an almost overwhelming urge to bite down but she kept herself under enough control to simply mark Integra with a bruise rather then with a pair of puncture wounds.
Feeling the vampiress’ fangs on her neck once more settled it for Integra, “Down, now,” she gasped. ‘Well, that was eloquent,’ she thought, right up until she felt Ceres hoist her legs up onto her shoulders and begin to lick.
Ceres was enjoying herself immensely; because of what she was doing she was getting to hear Integra moan and wail, which only pushed her to try harder to elicit more of the wonderful sounds. Remembering what Integra liked from the last time she had been in this position, Ceres did her best to replicate it, though she decided that she wasn’t feeling bold enough to attempt some of the more…shameless…actions she had preformed before. Instead she settled for a combination of finger and tongue action that she knew would work. She maintained a slowly increasing and relentless pace that brought Integra to a shuddering, moaning orgasm.
Sitting back on her heels Ceres’ felt herself melt when she saw the look on Integra’s face, she was giving her a warm smile, something she had never seen grace the head of the Hellsing organization’s face. When Integra pulled her down for a kiss it was with a surprising gentleness, something the kiss that followed held as well. “You’ve done an excellent job Ceres,” the young girl blushed, “Now I think it’s time for your reward for a job well done.” Over the next half hour Integra rewarded Ceres for a job well done. When it reached it’s culmination Ceres let loose a small squeak and shuddered all over. After Integra placed several final kisses on Ceres’ lips she reoriented herself on the bed and pulled the sheets over herself.
Ceres took this as her cue to leave and began to do so, her flight was cut short though when Integra heard the slither of skin on silk as Ceres got off the bed, rolled over and said, “Exactly where do you think you’re going?”
“Ma’am?”
“Well unless this is a one night stand it’s customary to sleep with your lover.”
“Ma’am!”
“Stay or leave, just make up your mind,” Integra said as she rolled over.
For a moment Ceres stood where she was, frozen in shock but she made up her mind quickly. Climbing back into the bed she had so recently vacated she felt Integra shiver slightly as their skin made contact but once she was all the way in Integra rolled over, pulled her into her arms, and placed a single small kiss on the end of Ceres’ nose. As she began to fall asleep, the last thing she remembered thinking was, ‘I can get used to this.’
Author’s Notes (a.k.a. My feeble attempt to explain away how much this sucked.) V1.1 Beta
Acknowledgements:
Ministry Agent – For ripping me a vague new one with the review of the first chapter. Can’t say it accomplished much but hopefully when he rips this chapter he can get a bit more specific.
Unknown J. Pervert – Red silk panties, thank you for reminding me.
Notes:
1) I don’t know about everyone else but I have two voices in my head when I debate something. So in the theme of writing what you know that’s how I write their thoughts.
2) Yes, she’s a vampire who can see herself in the mirror. Hellsing never followed the traditional vampire mythos very closely and to be honest this is one of the dumber myths.
3) I’m not trying for high class artistic sex; this is porn plain and simple. An attempt at in character sex and better then average writing, but it’s still porn.
4) I’ve been accused of writing an OOC Integra in this story. First of all, read the manga, there’s defiantly the occasional sexual tension between Ceres and Integra, never really any between everyone else. It’s not much or often but it’s still there on occasion. If all you’ve seen is the anime then yes, this probably is OOC and reaching, but it’s still far less farfetched then the legions of Alucard/Integra or Alucard/Anderson (Gah!) fics out there.
5) Language, are there any “high class” words to use for body parts that aren’t clinical? If so I don’t know them.
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