Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Taunting My Servant ❯ Questions, Promises, Pleasure ( Chapter 2 )

 

In her room, Seras paced. It was nearing dawn and she knew she had to sleep soon. But every impatient stride took her past the huge brown coffin she called bed as she paced the neat but plain room. All it consisted of was the coffin, an elegant red carpet, and a small oak table complete with chairs, a sink and a large mirror.

 

It was the mirror that had convinced Seras that she still had a hope for humanity. It was the mirror that kept her from drinking the blood bag that normally sat, calm and dangerous, in a bucket of ice on the table. It was sat there every night, brought by Walter, thoughtful, misguided dear that he was, and set up just so.

 

She saw it when she woke, when she worked out and when she left. But she had yet to give in. The mirror was her clinging hope. Weren't vampires not supposed to see their reflections? Her theory had yet to be proven though. She wouldn't look at it and when she passed it, she refused to look at it. Because what if she was wrong? Seras fretted. What if, with such an unusual, powerful master, things considered impossible suddenly became…possible?

 

“You think too much, Police Girl.” The voice seemed to come out of the ceiling and Seras jumped, stumbling back against the table as the disembodied voice of her Master came at her. She stared up at it anxiously but there was no sight of those taunting red orbs or the maniacal grin that sometimes accompanied his voice tricks.

 

“M-Master, is there something you want?” Seras stuttered, nervous like always. She had no idea what to do with her hands suddenly and after a moment of nervous movements, tucked them beneath her bum, against the table she now used for support. Her legs had become gelatin and her body was firing up, hopelessly heated by that smooth voice.

 

“What I want,” he said, sliding his head through the ceiling and blinking down at her lazily, “is a question you should never ask unless you intend to fulfill my request to the tee.” Innuendo dripped from the words and Seras flushed, not completely sure of what he spoke of but knowing it was probably bad.

 

Stupidly, she responded, “Master I would do whatever I could to please you.”

 

“PLEASE me? Ooooh, I LIKE that,” he suddenly cackled, spilling completely from the ceiling and landing on his booted feet before her, with the most insane look on his face. Seras gulped. He'd changed from earlier, his overcoat was gone and the black suit clothed him like a glove, demanding her eyes to the wide chest, lean hips and long, long legs. Crimson eyes exposing her interest, she tracked the elegant garment all along his body before meeting his gaze again, her cheeks flushed.

 

“Like what you see, little servant?” he asked softly and Seras gasped. Had she been staring that openly?

 

He chuckled at her horrified expression and paced a step closer. “Oh yes, you were staring, sweet servant. And with the most hungry look on this pixie face.” He rubbed the air above her face and Seras swallowed, wanting that slim, gloved hand all along her body. Followed by the other…and that powerful, dangerous body. She shivered and missed his satisfied smirk.

 

God she was getting BAD. “Master…please…don't tease me,” she whispered, eyes wide. A frown twisted his wide, thin mouth for a split second before a mad grin split his lips once more. “Teasing, Police Girl? Is THAT what you think I'm doing? No, servant, I am merely pleasing myself, like you offered to do.” He suddenly melted into the floor and came up before her, nose-to-nose, pinning her against the table with his hips, his hands balanced on either side of her. She gaped, startled and enflamed from the contact. “M-Master?”

 

“Didn't you,” he began silkily, subtly rubbing against her in a most indecent matter. “Just say that you would please me in whatever way I chose?”

 

Seras was drowning in the feel of him against her. His heat was spilling through her uniform and her panties were quickly being reduced to wet silk. And she wanted…oh what she wanted…! But his words managed to penetrate just the smallest bit through her sensual haze. “Whatever…way…?” she didn't recall saying such a thing.

 

He purred, “Oh yes, little fledgling. Don't tell me you're going to back out?” He rolled his hips against her and Seras couldn't help the small mewling cry that escaped her throat, bringing an answering laugh out of him. The vibration of the sound shook her and placed her on the first step towards completion.

 

Alucard sensed it and slowed his rocking motion, not wanting her to get so much as an ounce of satisfaction until he was done tormenting her. And then they'd both be satisfied. Over and over. His lips lifted in a rather naughty smile in anticipation and he spoke his next words. “Because such a cowardly motion would mean that you failed me in something and do you know what I will do to you if you ever fail me, Police Girl?”

 

Seras was distracted with her Master's hair, which had begun to expand and was settling along her body in distracting tendrils. Her hands, she noted dazedly, were still pinned under her and she could do nothing as the shadowy hair strands began to leisurely explore her arms. Alucard's words barely got to her. “W-What will you do?” she choked out as a tendril stroked the tender skin in the crook of her arm, surprising a shudder out her. Anymore of this, Seras thought frantically yet distantly, and I'm going to start moaning!

 

Just thinking about what he was going to do was exciting Alucard to a high state of madness and arousal, not exactly good for someone more sane than he but he was outright mad, so who cared? He bit his lip to keep from indulging his plans and instead buried his face in her neck and murmured hotly, “I'd have to punish you, Police Girl. I'd have to torment and tease you until you screamed for…” me, he nearly added but smoothly switched the word. “Forgiveness. For redemption. Because only I will be able to grant you freedom from your torture, little servant. Do you understand that?”

 

His hips had started up again, pressing that long length of male excitement into the crook of her thighs while his hair had slipped through her clothes and began to trace taunting circles around her nipples and belly button. Seras finally gave him into the groaning scream that had been building up since Alucard had begun his play. “Yesss, Master,” she moaned, having helplessly begun that terrible, wonderful climb towards completion again.

 

Madness darkened his eyes to near red-black. “Yes what, Police Girl?” he demanded, rubbing against her faster, relishing the feel of her body has it caught his rhythm and began to thrust back. He shoved a leg between hers and split them until he was pushing right against where she needed it most. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them tightly around his slim waist. But when she moved to hasten his pace, he slowed. “Yes what?” he insisted, staring down at her once more. Her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed and her mouth was parted as she breathed urgently, using air she didn't need. Her breasts rose and fell delightfully and a tendril tweaked her nipple causing her to squirm.

 

For a moment, Seras couldn't remember what he was talking about it, so cloudy was her mind. But somehow, she dredged up his earlier remark and replied obediently, if a little hoarse from containing screams as she escalated faster. “I understand all that you s-said…my Master.”

 

Alucard threw back his head and laughed, a blend of madness, cruelty, and explicit hunger. “EXCELLENT! Come for me now, then little servant.” He shouted, thrusting against her faster, slamming her bottom against the table. Seras was already on the edge and with a few more thrusts, fell over it, crying out her pleasure as she shattered. Lights exploded behind her eyes and Alucard gave a growling cry as he followed her over.

 

When she recovered, her Master was still staring down at her. Immediately embarrassed, she flushed brightly, and tried to move her hands to cover her flaming cheeks. Then found them still tucked beneath her. She looked down herself and felt her cheeks cool as she frowned in thought. She was still clothed as was Master. What had happened then?
Was it bad? Then again, she was already dead, could anything she did now really be termed as bad?

 

Alucard felt her curiosity and chuckled, causing the younger vampire to look at him curiously, blushing all over again at the intimacy of their position.

 

“All you need to know is one thing, Police Girl,” he murmured before melting through the floor again.

 

“Wait! Master! What do I need to know?” She called, lunging forward and trying to grab him as he disappeared. When she was unsuccessful, she growled to herself. Master was a mean, tormenting bastard, she thought, fuming. Her ire rose when she noted the shivers still racking her body. A jaw-cracking yawn caught her off guard though.

 

She'd worry about Master in the morning. Right now…she just needed to sleep. Quickly, she slid open the coffin lid and settled inside, snagging a pillow as the lid closed soundlessly over her. Seras snuggled down and was ready to drift to sleep when Master's taunting voice floated through the recesses of her mind.

 

{All you need to know, Police Girl, is that a little death never hurt anybody}

 

Seras' nose scrunched in sleepy thought. A little death? What was he talking about?