Chapter 7- Fulfillment

Alucard appeared in Integra's office, chuckling.

"Where were you?" she muttered.

"Killing a vampire, getting some sleep," he shrugged. "That sort of thing." He laughed again.

"You should have reported before you slept, but never mind that now."

Alucard moved closer to her and leaned over the desk. "Aren't you going to ask me what's so funny?"

"Not if I can help it."

"What's so funny, dear Sir Integra, is that I was right about a matter of emotion and you were wrong. And I can prove it."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Alucard went to the door and beckoned. "Come on."

Getting more and more irritated, she followed him out into the hall and into a room with a bank of television screens.

"Is there a camera in Seras' room?"

"There are cameras in all the rooms, Alucard. It's security for those of us who can't go through the walls."

"Turn it on then," he said.

Integra consulted a chart and flipped a switch, still muttering to herself. "Unless the Valentine Brothers have made a sudden reappearance I completely fail to see why..."

She trailed off as the screen brightened and the scene before her became clear. She put a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes.

"That little bloodsucking trollop, and a man that age... turn it off before I kill you, Alucard."

The vampire merely laughed. "He seemed to be doing quite well from what I could see. What's the matter, you've never seen him with his hair down before?"

"Shut up!" she said, her eyes still squeezed shut. "Why would he... for that matter why would she... I don't even want to think about it."

"Why? Well, the police girl's charms are only too obvious. As for her motivation, perhaps she prefers a man with a bit of experience."

"You've got a good few centuries compared to Walter, why couldn't she pick on you instead?"

Alucard clicked the switch off and stood close to her then. "It's not the police girl I want and you know that quite well. Now, I'm still waiting for you to remember what you told me before I went to the Cremor Club."

Integra turned her back. "It's my understanding that those two did all the work and all you did was mop up afterwards."

He put a hand on her shoulder. "And it's my understanding that a Hellsing made me a promise and I will see it fulfilled."

He moved the hand down her arm. "Now it is time for us to continue where we left off, master. Especially as Walter is clearly not going to interrupt us."

Integra kept her back turned, wanting to think without subjecting herself to those mesmerizing carnelian eyes. Even his gloved hand on her arm had caused a reaction within her that she didn't want to think about. What would happen to her if she gave in to his machinations?

She could order him out of her sight, but he would only come back later with the same demand. She could straightjacket him in the dungeon again until his lust cooled, but then she would have to run Hellsing without him. Or, she could fulfill the promise he had forced from her, and for once know what it was to be desired, though it would be by a monster rather than a man.

She turned around. "Very well. We'll go to my rooms then."

He grinned and offered her his arm, but she refused to take it. They walked down the hall together.

Integra was in a state of inner turmoil. She had always told herself she didn't have the same needs and appetites as other people. Her destiny was to rule Hellsing and to do so alone, without any concessions or weaknesses. But when she looked at Alucard, she saw a realm of the sensual that only he could show her, and when he touched her she knew she was not the master of her own longings.

But she could reveal none of that to him, she reminded herself. No matter what he did to her, she must remain in complete control of herself. This could be treated as a matter of simple curiosity, perhaps, but nothing more.

They arrived in her room and she shut the door behind her, then turned to him with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm setting a few ground rules, Alucard."

"Very well," he said.

"Obviously I will not come out of this a virgin, but I will come out of it a human."

He nodded. "Understood."

"Furthermore, you will keep your teeth and fangs to yourself at all times."

"Agreed, master."

She went on. "And, I will tolerate no dogs, extra eyes, or tentacles."

He laughed then. "I assure you that my human form will be enough to please you."

"I do not expect to be pleased," she snapped.

"Then you're going to be very surprised," he replied in an alluring voice.

He took his hat off and lay it on the table, then slowly stripped off his gloves. He ran one finger down the side of her face and neck.

Integra could feel tingling all over that side of her body from the simple brush of that bare finger.

"He's going to be touching you all over," she thought. "You'd better get used to it."

He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her then, a gentle brush of the lips followed by intense pressure. His tongue parted her lips.

"Open your mouth," she told herself, "but only because you have to."

His hands were roaming over her back and down toward more sensitive areas, and she could feel his chest pressed up against hers. Parts of her body she was used to ignoring were screaming for attention but she refused to listen. Her back remained straight, her tongue still, and her hands clenched at her sides.

Finally Alucard pulled back. "What is it?" he asked.

"Just finish, will you?"

The vampire shrugged out of his long red coat and sat down on her bed with his back against the headboard and his feet apart.

"No master, I will not 'just finish.' Sit down." He pointed in front of him.

Integra sat between his thighs facing forward, with her back to his chest. He pulled her coat off and began to stroke her back through the fabric of her blouse, gradually strengthening his touch into a deep massage of her muscles. She began to relax despite herself.

"Listen to me," he hissed into her ear. "You are not Sir Integra tonight, but a lady. You are not my master, but perhaps my mistress."

His thumbs made small circles near her spine. It felt wonderful. She could no longer hold herself up so stiffly, but began to rest on the strength of his hands.

"Take one night, just this one, to be a woman who feels, who allows herself to be pleasured."

His hands were on her neck now, his thumbs stroking her nape firmly under her hair, while his fingers lightly fluttered on the front. She told herself briefly once more to resist, but it was no use, she had a human body and mind and right now they both wanted him more than she wanted any redemption.

"You are giving me what I have long desired. And in return, I am giving you a way to forget all the tedium and horror that I know constitutes your life. To experience delight, if only for a night. Can you do that for me? For yourself?"

His hands were finally moving down the front of her body. The war being fought inside Integra was over, and there was nothing left to say but yes. She said it, and fell back against him with her eyes closed.

She felt him cup her breasts, and his fingers teased her nipples through the cloth. She allowed the sensation to spread through her body. One hand moved up then, to untie the bow around her neck.

"I will be unclothed," she thought. "I will be vulnerable to him. But I don't want to think anymore."

The bow was discarded and her blouse was unbuttoned and also set aside. He ran his hands up and down her arms and over her chest and stomach. She could feel the profound coldness of his skin, but his skill made her forget the meaning of that. He then moved to her shoulders as he got rid of her bra. She expected him to pause after that but he proceeded to push her pants below her knees and help her kick them off, then to slide her panties down.

Finally he moved out from behind her and she couldn't feel him anymore. She opened her eyes again to see that he was sitting in front of her now, gazing at her body with an intense smile.

Just as she felt that she could no longer bear waiting for his touch to return he reached out and began tracing gentle patterns on her arms and chest. Then he leaned in and embraced her. He kissed her neck, running his long tongue down to her breast and around her nipple.

She gave a small sigh as he continued to lick her skin, his tongue touching all the parts of her chest. It was a curious feeling, almost like being cleansed, but she found it wonderful. Integra could no longer ignore the empty ache in her groin. She parted her legs for him, looking into his eyes and silently asking him to touch her there next.

He chuckled in seeming understanding. Sucking at one her nipples, he ran a hand up her thigh and settled it on her mound, rubbing with his palm in a slow circle. The emptiness was being filled and intensified at the same time.

His head settled between her legs next, and she drew in a sharp breath as she realized what he intended to do. She could feel his moist tongue on her then, running through her lower curls and down to her entrance. His voice sounded in her head, "Prepare yourself lady Integra. Relax as much as you can."

Normally she hated that mental communication and forbade it but she hardly wanted him stop what he was doing with his mouth to talk. She merely gave a weak affirmation and tried to ease her apprehension as his tongue pressed all the way inside her. She made a small sound of pain as he pierced her hymen, and felt a moment's qualm as she realized that he was, inevitably, feeding on her blood.

Soon that was all gone in feelings of intense pleasure. His long tongue was moving inside her and she felt like a string deep within her was being stretched taut and plucked. She drew her legs up and murmured low urgings for him to continue.

His mouth moved up then to surround her clitoris and he licked it, then suckled gently, cradling her bottom in his hands. This was even more powerful and her hand went down to her side to clutch at the sheets. He picked her hand up and held it loosely in his.

The voice came to her mind again. "Let go now. Let yourself come."

The string broke. Integra felt a sharp peak of utter gratification and release. Alucard lapped at her still, then looked up at her with the same mysterious smile.

She contemplated him for a moment, then finally said, "You're still fully clothed, you know."

"Easily remedied."

She knew he could manipulate the clothing at will, but he undressed for her slowly anyway, dropping his short black coat, then reaching for his tie and shirt buttons. She watched as the pale skin of his well-developed chest was exposed, then his supple arms. His pants went next, and finally she was looking at him naked.

Perhaps his body was also a deception? But he was there in front of her, and more than real enough to be beautiful. She continued to look, her gaze of course lingering on his large erection but taking in the rest of him as well.

Alucard stood her in front of him then. He picked up her hands and placed them on his shoulders. He closed his eyes, apparently awaiting her ministrations. She put her hands flat on his chest and moved them down to his waist, asking herself why someone who had been this cold for so very long was so completely enticing. Reaching around behind him, she stroked his back, cupped his bottom briefly, and moved on to the back and then the front of his thighs.

She then hesitated and he murmured, aloud this time, "Touch my sex, Integra, take it in your hands."

She did, stroking the smooth skin of his erection as he threw his head back. Clearly, she was affecting him as well and that thought stimulated her greatly. His smile was gone, replaced by a look of scarcely checked ferocity. Slowly, he lowered her to the bed and knelt between her thighs.

Alucard placed his fingers inside her first, saying under his breath, "You are ready for me, I think."

He moved over her, meeting her eyes, and she felt him probe her opening and slide his shaft inside her. The time for pain was over; there was only the unprecedented feeling, satisfying and provocative.

"Is it good, mistress?" he asked in a harsh voice. "Do you like how your servant fills you?"

"Yes," she replied.

He began to rock his hips slowly then and she breathed into his ear. His movements became more forceful and the look on his face stranger, but she barely noticed the latter in her enjoyment of the new sensations.

Each push forward hit places inside her that desperately hungered for the touch. It was overwhelming, and soon she found that her fingernails were digging into his back and her teeth into his shoulder. Would he bite her back, despite her warning? She was beyond caring, beyond anything but the need to feel him moving even faster and harder.

She could hear his voice now, but she couldn't understand his words. He lifted his head.

"Say my name." It was almost a groan, a tone she had never heard before.

"Alucard." she said.

He remained still for a moment, staring at her wildly. "Vlad!"

"Vlad," she replied, wondering how on earth she had caused that. "Do not cease, Vlad."

He withdrew, leaving only the tip within her, then threw himself forcefully back in. A few more such thrusts and she gave an incoherent cry as another orgasm swept through her, taking away her reason. He said some word then, gave an uncontrolled wrench of his own body, and his climax flowed into her.

He remained above her, and she watched as his mind ascended the centuries and a more controlled look returned to his face. His fingers smoothed back her hair, and he spoke again, merely saying, "There now. There."

He was calm now, smiling even, clearly contemplating the experience with satisfaction. She moved from beneath him and turned away onto her side, unsure how to act. But he spooned himself behind her then and drew her close against him.

Her breathing calmed, and she was finally able to think clearly, though there was only one thing she could think about. She was afraid to speak, and he remained silent as well, but eventually she heard his familiar suggestive chuckle.

"So, what do you think, Lady Integra?" he drawled.

"I think I'm changed now, but I shall survive," she answered.

He smoothly touched her back and shoulders then and gripped her waist. His hand moved to her breast and she squirmed. "What are you doing?"

"Why my dear mistress, you promised me a whole night."

"You can't possibly be ready for more already," she muttered.

"Of course I can," he said playfully. "One of the many advantages of fornication with the undead. But if you insist, I'll let you rest first."

"Please," she said, and she closed her eyes and lay quietly in his arms, wondering how she would ever keep all this confined to one short night.