Chapter 2
Seras woke well after nightfall, a dream of carnal knowledge of Walter C.
Dornez echoing in her mind. It had been disturbing but slightly intriguing,
even to the point of causing certain physical reactions. She was now quite set
on her course of action. She sat up, ran her fingers through her hair, and
looked at the table across from her. Beside her nightly blood bag, she saw a
note. She knew who it must be from, but still opened it with some curiosity.
Miss Seras
As I have recently informed Sir Integral, communication with Iscariot about the
cult’s plans has not countermanded the need for urgency. However, I feel I
would be remiss if I did not encourage you to reconsider the plan you decided
upon this morning when I was in your room.
Nonetheless, should you decide to take this option, please leave a note on my
door and meet me at
Yours sincerely,
Walter C. Dornez
Seras saw no reason to change her mind. At best, she would have an interesting
experience. At worst, she would obey her master’s orders and save her own skin.
She decided to go for a stroll on the grounds, stopping on the way to put a
small piece of paper on Walter’s door reading, “See you then. Seras.”
The grounds were peaceful, free of anyone but the occasional patrolling guard.
Seras walked the perimeter, thinking of only one subject: sex education in the
British school system.
She had learned all the anatomical basics, plus what she had picked up from her
classmates and later from talk among policewomen. She wasn’t worried about
theory. And judging from the way she felt when she woke up from that dream,
either her glands functioned adequately or this wasn’t going to depend on
glands after all.
She was beyond nervous, but somehow the fact that this was Walter she was
dealing with was reassuring.
Around
“It would serve her right if it did bother her,” Seras muttered to herself as
she went back to her room. Fortunately she had no other responsibilities
tonight. She had an hour and a half left, and she spent much of that taking the
longest, hottest shower of her life.
Then she stood looking at the few outfits she still owned. It didn’t seem right
to wear her uniform, though for all she knew Walter liked her best in that. If
he liked her at all, and wasn’t just doing this out of an odd sense of duty.
“You’re being silly. Why else are either of you doing this?” She thought about
that and decided not to answer the question.
“And clothes are not the point here.” She threw on a blouse and skirt. Make-up
would be a mistake, she was certain of that.
She headed for the fifth floor, wondering why she was being asked to go there
rather than Walter’s room. Her tension increased as she climbed the stairs.
What if he changed his mind and didn’t show up? She wasn’t sure if that would
be a relief or a disappointment.
But when she knocked on the door she immediately heard his voice inviting her
in. She opened the door and stood for a moment in surprise.
This was a huge bedroom lit by many candles scattered around it. She could see
two vases of roses from where she stood. Finally she focused on the large bed
which dominated the room. It was made with dark carved wood and had green satin
hangings over it.
Walter himself was sitting on the bed wearing only his ordinary shirt and
pants, with his hair down and his monocle missing. He gave her a small smile
which seemed almost nervous, but surely Walter never felt that way.
She walked in and shut the door behind her. She kept looking around her,
appreciating the glow of the candles and the preparation which seemed to have
gone into this, and a little afraid to look at her partner for the evening.
Finally though, she did. He was still smiling.
“Is it too much?” he asked gently.
“No,” she said, finally walking toward him. “It’s lovely, honestly. But what is
this room, and when did you have time for this?”
“This is the main Hellsing guest room, actually. In the days of Sir Hellsing’s
grandfather and father, it was used quite frequently, but the present Sir
Hellsing almost never has overnight guests. I paid some of the staff extra to
make sure it was freshly cleaned, and the little additions were no trouble. It
seemed only right that things be nice for you, considering the unfair
situation, and the fact that I have only myself to offer.”
He was looking into her eyes again and now she was certain that he was nervous.
That was touching, really, though she was still glad one of them knew what they
were doing. She walked forward and he held his ungloved hands out toward her.
She took his hands in hers and stood there looking at him. There was no denying
that he was handsome, even with the lines in his face and the slight harshness
age had brought to his features. There was something fascinating and almost
inherently seductive about seeing him like this, no longer dressed up in his
precise butler clothes and with that lovely black hair falling around his
shoulders.
“If you change your mind at any point, however far things may have progressed,
then it goes without saying—“
She nodded. “I know. But I’m all right, Walter.” She touched his face then,
running her fingers along his hairline and down his cheek.
“Are my hands too cold?” she asked him. She hadn’t noticed extremes in her body
temperature since the change, but neither had she been touching people.
He picked up her other hand and kissed the fingers, murmuring, “They’re fine.
But Miss Seras, if there is anything that you don’t like, or that you would
like, you must tell me.”
For a moment, she thought of speaking, of delaying this somehow, or trying to
understand more of what they both were feeling. But in the end she gave in to
the pressure and curiosity.
She nodded again, then leaned down to embrace him, putting her head next to
his. He had a pleasant scent, like soap His body felt good against hers, and
she liked the soft feel of his skin pressed against her cheek. If she thought
too hard about what had brought her here it was still awkward. But the fact
that it was Walter, and that he was a seventy-year-old butler who enjoyed
books, old movies, and slicing up the undead, was no longer the difficult part.
She kissed him on the mouth then, and he responded warmly, gently parting his
lips for her. She used her tongue carefully in his mouth, moving her hands up
to stroke his hair. This was a good kiss, she decided, and her body was
deciding the same.
Walter was exploring her mouth with his tongue now and she made a small sound
as she tightened her arms around him. Slowly, without really thinking about who
was doing what, she felt herself lowering him onto the bed and they were
pressed against each other kissing intensely.
This continued, Seras growing more relaxed and excited, until it hit her that
their legs were still hanging off the edge of the bed. She pulled away and
leaned down to take her shoes off, throwing them into the corner. Walter
watched her with a serious look.
She wondered if he was being a butler, even tonight. “You don’t want me to get
up and put them away neatly right now, do you?” she said to him.
He thought for a moment and threw his own shoes into the same corner, showing
no concern when one scuffed the wall. They moved up and put their heads on the
pillows. He looked slightly embarrassed and she knew she also must.
He turned back to her as they lay side-by-side and began stroking his hand down
her side, leaning in to kiss her face and neck. Seras tried to concentrate on
the physical sensations and not on reality or even on the rest of what the
night would bring. She enjoyed the feeling of his hands and mouth on her body
and when he reached for the buttons of her blouse with a murmured “May I?” she
gave a hurried nod.
He unbuttoned her blouse quickly and precisely, looking into her eyes the whole
time. She watched his hands, with their veins and small wire scars, as they
pushed off the blouse and began to touch her skin. He was not only careful,
which she could have predicted, but gentle and sensual. He traced his hands
over her upper body and down her arms as she almost shuddered at the feeling.
Then he reached behind her for the clasp of her bra. She heard him ask “May I?”
and she closed her eyes murmured a little “Of course,” as he took it off and
dropped it beside the bed.
Seras Victoria had hardly been ignorant for all these years that she was twice
blessed in the mammary department. And this had always been a worry of hers,
that a lover would have some fixation with her breasts, or worse dislike their
aesthetics. But when she opened her eyes Walter was not looking at her breasts
but at her shoulders, where her bra strap always left deep marks, especially
since the change had done so much to her circulation. He reached out his hand,
concern in his eyes, and traced the groove in her shoulder with his fingers.
“It’s all right. I’m used to it,” she said softly. Walter stroked her hair in
reply and placed his lips where his fingers had been. The tenderness of his
actions was undoing her completely. She closed her eyes again and lay back,
feeling his mouth and tongue moving along her shoulder and then all over her
chest. As he began to lick her nipple she felt the pleasure intensify and began
to make small encouraging sounds.
He spent a great deal of time kissing and sucking at her breasts, using his
hands to stroke her chest and belly and to hold her hand when she reached down
toward him in distracted excitement. The arousal she was feeling was now taking
her mind off the original purpose of this exercise. She began to wonder if
Walter felt the same way, and she when he raised his face she saw that he was a
bit flushed but still looking at her with his usual impenetrable expression.
“Are you all right so far, Miss –“he hesitated then. “Seras. Do you wish to
continue?”
She had been certain that was obvious. Surely he didn’t think she was faking her
reactions? In the end she nodded and reached for his shirt.
He helped her remove it. He was visibly aroused now, and she thought of trying
for his pants also, but the nervousness was overtaking her again. “My hands
might shake, and he might stop me, and then what?” She would take a few minutes
to get used to this.
She simply sat then, touching his chest gently and looking at him. He didn’t
have the perfect skin some young men might have, and he had a few scars, and
even a few white strands in the hair that sprinkled his chest. But his body was
muscular and she enjoyed touching him. Though this whole situation had a tinge
of the ridiculous he held himself with an attractive dignity.
She kissed his cheek then. “You’re a very handsome man, Walter,” she murmured
simply.
“Candlelight softens the effects of old age, I suppose,” he replied mildly.
Seras shook her head and said, “You must be aware that I can see perfectly in
the dark.”
She put her arms around him then and pressed herself close to him, running her
hands over his back. His hands reached the waistband of her skirt then. She
unfastened it herself and slid it off, then watched as he reached for her
knickers, nodding at his murmured question.
She closed her eyes again as the cloth slid down her legs. She felt exposed,
and she was beginning to grow nervous again. He was touching her waist and hips
now, still moving slowly and gently but though she trusted him she couldn’t
keep herself from feeling uncomfortable. As his hands finally reached her upper
thighs and she realized the moment of truth was nearly at hand she pressed her
eyelids shut tightly and sucked in air through her gritted teeth.
Walter stopped touching her for a moment; then she felt his hand on the side of
her face. “It’s all right. I’m not going to do anything else.”
She opened her eyes and sat up, shaking her head. “I’m just a little nervous. I
don’t want you to stop.”
He turned to leave the bed. “I refuse to take advantage of you and this awful
situation you are in any further.”
She placed her hand on his bare back. “That’s not the only reason I don’t want
you to stop.” It was completely true, but she wasn’t sure he would believe it.
He didn’t turn around, and she embraced him from behind, pressing herself
against him and whispering into his ear, “Please.”
“I’m only human,” she heard him say. She thought it would be the wrong time to
point out that he was the only one present who could say that.
He moved out of her arms, but before she could form the words to object again
she saw he was retrieving something from the bedside table. He turned around
again facing her.
“It’s just some massage oil,” he said. “Would you like to turn around?”
She did so and soon felt him stroking and then gently manipulating her
shoulders. The feeling of the oil and his strong hands was relaxing, and as he
moved his hands down along her spine she felt the tension leave her body again.
He picked up her arm and rubbed in slow circles from the wrist up. He repeated
this process with the other arm, then whispered “Lie back.”
She lay down then, looking up at him as he placed another small amount of oil
on his hands and began to stroke her chest. His hands on her breasts again
turned this from a relaxing massage to something much more stimulating, and she
began to whisper encouragement as he touched her lower and lower.
His hand moved through her hair toward her clitoris and he began to press it
lightly, moving his fingers. She pressed back against his touch, wanting more.
He continued this, and then moved his fingers to her entrance.
She heard him ask “May I?” again, and she murmured something that she hoped
would be taken as an affirmative. She was sure she would never hear anyone ask
permission for anything again without a certain feeling of randiness.
He pushed one finger, still slightly slick with oil, inside her. He brought his
other hand up to continue the stimulation of her clitoris and she felt the
sensations intensify. She loved this feeling, that these delicate parts of her
were being pleased and treated properly, and when he gently added another
finger inside her she gave a pleased cry.
He began to set a rhythm with the motions of his hands and she murmured “more”
to encourage him. Suddenly she felt his hand leave her clitoris to be replaced
by his mouth. The feeling of his tongue pressing her there was amazing. She
kept her eyes closed to appreciate the overwhelming sensations, and also
because she thought this probably looked a bit ridiculous.
She felt a small sucking motion now, giving and incredibly stimulating, and she
buried her hands in his hair. The feeling built until she realized that she was
near release, and a climax ran through her body.
She lay there for a moment, still stroking his hair, and said a soft “Thank
you.”
He moved up to lie beside her, and told her not to thank him. She looked at him
again and she still saw an aging fighter but now felt that something important
had changed. She wanted this man, whatever that might mean.
She reached for his pants, no longer hesitating, and removed them. He watched
her seriously as she pulled off his boxer shorts as well.
Her eyes went first to his erection but soon took in all of him. “I still have
to say that you are a good-looking man,” she said softly.
He touched the side of her face softly. “And you are extremely beautiful. But
that rather goes without saying, as I imagine everyone must tell you that.”
“They don’t, though. Do you really think I am beautiful?” she asked.
“Certainly. I always have.”
She found that extremely touching, and preferred not to look into his eyes at
that point. She began to kiss his chest then, licking his nipples and using her
infamous tongue. He tilted his head back and uttered a small groan, and she
found excitement in the very fact that she had broken his long-held composure.
She stroked his hardness then and felt his sigh.
He reached for her chin and brought her face to his for a deep kiss. She lost
herself in this and soon found herself lying under him and looking up into his
eyes. She parted her thighs for him as he knelt before her. She felt him touch
her again gently, then felt the tip of his erection on her. She began to brace
herself but he did not push into her yet.
She waited, feeling relaxed and intensely pleased as he played there, rubbing
against her clitoris and using his tip to stimulate her. He still regarded her
seriously but there was something heavy-lidded and aroused in his gaze now.
He continued as the sensations built until she nodded at him, so aroused
herself that she didn’t want him to delay. He spread her gently and began to
push inside.
This held much more of pleasure and less of pain than she had been expecting,
but there were moments of discomfort. Any time she seemed tense or silent, he
would stop and wait, pulling back slightly until she encouraged him with a
touch to continue.
Finally he was all the way inside her, his face over hers, his hair hanging
down. It was almost too intense already, not only the feeling of him inside
her, but the way he was holding back not to hurt her, and just his green eyes
looking down into hers.
“All right?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
She moved her head up to kiss him, shifting her hips slightly to indicate that
he could start moving. He did, pumping his hips gently, increasing the rhythm
while watching her face for her reaction. It felt even better than she had
thought it might, and she gave a small cry and licked his shoulder.
He increased the slow rocking to sharper movements. Even with this increase in
her pleasure she couldn’t help watching his reaction. She could tell he was
still controlled, still looking at her with concentration. She began to rock
beneath him, both to intensify her own enjoyment and to see if he would finally
give in.
He stroked his hands along her sides, rocking harder, making her shudder as she
felt another climax approach. She murmured a small incoherent plea for more and
when he heard her he and reached between them to stroke her clitoris. This was
more than enough, she came immediately, feeling it even more than the first
time and gripping him with her arms and legs in reaction.
He was still looking almost seriously at her, no longer moving though he had
not had his own release yet, and she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Take your pleasure, Walter,” she said.
She kissed him deeply and he began to thrust into her. His face took on a look
both intimate and desperate, and she almost turned away herself. But in the end
she was still staring, fascinated, as he came inside her with a shudder and a
whisper of her name.
He stayed still for a moment, then moved onto his side moving away from her
slightly.
He looked at her and sighed. “I hope that wasn’t too bad?”
“You can’t seriously mean that,” she replied.
She picked his hand up and held it, and he moved closer to her again. She lay
still, listening to his breathing, until he spoke again.
“It’s only that I feel rather guilty, when all is said and done. I mean, saving
Hellsing wasn’t exactly my main motivation here. Or even saving you, as there
may yet have been other ways to do that.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I wanted to be with a beautiful woman,” he said. “A beautiful woman I rather
admire,” he finished almost silently. “I feel I should apologize, somehow.”
“So you weren’t doing this completely out of duty or as a favor, but because
you found the idea of making love to me appealing? And that’s supposed to be
that bad part?” She laughed.
He squeezed her hand gently. “I only hope you feel that way later, but you
probably won’t.”
She wasn’t sure how to answer that. “I don’t want to get up yet,” she said.
“You must be tired. You may stay here as long as you like. No one but me comes
into this room.”
She looked at him pointedly. “I was hoping you didn’t have to get up yet
either?”
His look held tenderness then, and relief. “No. I’ll stay as long as you like
as well, actually.”
He put an arm around her again, in a tentative way that seemed ironic at this
point. She cuddled up to him and closed her eyes. She really wasn’t very tired,
especially since it was night. But she had never slept in anyone’s arms as an
adult and she decided she would rather not miss the chance.
When she opened her eyes, the sun was flooding the room. Walter was still
holding her but was awake, watching her as she blinked and stirred. She sat up,
realizing she was in bed with a naked butler, and no longer a virgin, and
wondering how she was supposed to feel about it all.
“I’d really better go. Usually no one looks for me in the day, but if they do,
they look in my coffin. And I know you have your duties. Sir Integral must be
ready to wake up.”
Walter put a hand on her shoulder briefly, then got up and began to collect his
clothing and dress. “She’s been up for at least an hour by now. She must have
had to get her own morning coffee.”
“Oh dear. I wonder why she didn’t call your cell phone?”
“I doubt she would, but if she did she must be wondering why I left it off.”
“You didn’t.”
“Of course I did. Some things shouldn’t be interrupted. This room is on the
alarm system and the intercom, if there had been a real emergency.”
Seras laughed as she watched him button up his sleeves. She got out of the bed
and found her underwear and her skirt.
“You’d better head straight to her,” she said. “Once you’ve retrieved your tie
and vest and all that. I’m sure she’d faint if she saw you without them.”
Seras was looking for her blouse now. Walter came up behind her with it and
held it as she put her hands through the sleeves. As she buttoned it, he
brought over a hairbrush and began to run it through her hair.
She turned and embraced him, not knowing quite what to say. Finally it was he
who spoke.
“I’ve had a long life, but never a night quite like this. I’m sure if I could
live as long as you will I would still not forget it,” he said.
He held her for a long time and then kissed her gently on the lips. He let go
and walked to the dresser.
“I’m sure you don’t want a memento of this occasion as such, but I saw this
today, when I was shopping, and I thought of you.”
He handed her a box, and she opened it to find a scarf with a gold and red
pattern.
“The gold matches your hair a little, I thought, and the red goes with your
eyes.”
“My eyes,” she said in surprise. “People are always staring at them, to the
point that I want to wear sunglasses even for the troops. And even Alucard is
always reminding me that they used to be blue.”
“I never saw them when they were blue. I like them as they are. But if you
don’t like the scarf—“
“I love it,” she said firmly, and honestly. She kissed his cheek.
He nodded. “Please take care of yourself, Miss Seras. And thank you, though
that doesn’t quite cover it.”
She was forming the words to thank him instead when he touched her hand one
more time and walked out the door.