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breezyxxl · 5 months ago

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Just the right amount of sugar and spice

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Part 2 of my (for now tumblr only ~ have to post on ao3) Alutegra fic "Proposition"

[RATED E]

Click here to read part 1 first- It's not too long, dw!

Plot: Integra plans to proceed with marriage arrangements to continue her bloodline, but wants to gain some, uh, experience.

Basically plot is weak excuse for smuttiness which will happen in chapter 2 *cough cough* this one- rated E so 18+only please, ty.

"Your orders?"

Integra was tempted to get it done right then and there. She would not have to think about it so much anymore. But she was not about to mix her workplace with pleasure.

Work and pleasure. Who was she kidding. That was exactly what she was about to do, wasn't it. She almost laughed, but instead bit her tongue and smirked momentarily, observing the smoke coming from the ashtray.

"My orders are as follows," she declared, as she looked back at the vampire. "You are to be at my chambers at half past midnight if you accept. That is all. You are dismissed."

"I can't wait," he said. "I'll see you then..."

......

That night, Integra lit a candle on her nightstand beside a pack of cigars, a lighter, and a bottle of merlot. The flame made the room warm and golden.

Integra was on her second glass of wine already as she finished moisturizing her arms and legs with her best lotion. That night, she had gone about her routine as usual. She did some reading, took a relaxing bath with some herbal soap and made ready for bed.

Instead of her usual two-piece sleepwear, she opted to wear one of her only two nightdresses. Light blue, and reaching to about half of her thighs. It would make things easier, after all. As she brushed out her hair in the mirror earlier, she looked over herself. She felt confident in her skin, but the fact that she was about to engage in such...activities with her vampire had her, she hated to admit, slightly intimidated, perhaps even insecure.

It wasn't fear of him. She knew Alucard would not, could not hurt her. Still, she couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, much would change after tonight, and she was still processing, well, Alucard.

In truth, she was still processing the decision she had even made to ask him for anything like this.

As Integra finished the second glass of wine, she placed her eyeglasses on the nightstand and sighed, running her hands over her arms in self comfort. The room was mostly dark, but aside from the candlelight, there was a sliver of light between the barely opened curtains. She looked out the window at the moon. It's beautiful night, she thought.

"Good evening, Integra," she heard Alucard say in his signature sultry voice.

It was exactly half past midnight and he was a couple of steps away from her bed. No hat or glasses.

He observed her keenly, as he often did, but today it affected Integra more than usual. She immediately stood up from her bed.

"It is truly a beautiful night, isn't it," he said. "Though it holds nothing to you."

She stepped towards him but shrugged off his words. Something was still bothering her.

"Alucard..."

Although she had known him for years, there was still much she did not actually know about Alucard. And she wanted to be sure that he had agreed to do this of his own consent.

"Heed my next words. If you have changed your mind about your acceptance of my proposition, you are free to go. I remind you that my proposition was a request, not an order, and I will not hold it against you if you decide not to proceed."

Alucard tilted his head to the side a bit and looked at her strangely, reminding Integra of something a dog would do. It was both odd and strangely endearing.

He held out his hand to her, and she noticed he did not have his gloves on.

Integra reached out and took it. Alucard pulled her to him gently and kissed her hand. Not used to such attentions, she pulled it back instinctively.

"My Master," he said. "I would never refuse an order or request from you. Especially one so enticing..."

"...I see. Well then," Integra said, nervous and eager. "We may begin."

She slid two fingers in his cravat and walked backwards, pulling him towards her bed. Alucard went with her looking a little spellbound.

"I have one small reservation," he said, pausing.

"What," she said flatly.

"Integra. Think of the opportunity you'll be losing. Have you truly thought this through?"

Alucard knew she had. He knew there was barely any chance of turning Integra. She had her pride and morals. She was too good for vampirism. Superior to monsters. It was admirable.

But lately the thought of losing her to mortality seemed to torment him.

Integra, apparently, felt offended and stepped away from him.

"How dare you question me?! Do you really think you would be here if I had not thought this over? I will not become a vampire. I was born a human, and I will die as one, as nature intended! And if we do not proceed with this today, I will regardless proceed with my arranged husband later. If you question me again, by God, I will-"

She was rudely interrupted by his lips on hers, soft and strangely enough, tasting like the wine she had drank not so long ago. The heat of it stole her breath away, made her chest rise.

Alucard's arms wrapped around her as he pulled her close, and as she kissed him, she found it difficult to stop. The sensation was delicious. She bit into his bottom lip and when Alucard growled a little, Integra was admittedly riled by the sound and did something she had only ever dreamed of - pulled apart his jacket, taking it off him.

Alucard ran his hands down her back and picked her up by her bottom, still kissing her. He moaned a little and Integra wrapped her arms around his shoulders, slightly dazed.

There was so much of him everywhere. The air was chilled with Alucard's presence, but his touches were warm. He bit her bottom lip slightly before he lay her down on her bed and proceeded to kiss her jawline, and run his tongue over her neck. Integra quickly removed him of his cravat and vest and started unbuttoning his shirt. He moved to kiss between her breasts, then her stomach. His hands went to her thighs as he lowered down her body.

Integra looked down at Alucard, who raised her nightgown over her thighs and bit into the waistband of her undergarments, pulling it down her thighs in a smooth movement. Once over her knees, he used his hands to pull them off and discard them completely. She couldn't help but gasp a little.

Alucard took a moment to gaze over her, and run his hands over her legs. Integra felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement, heat coursing through her quickly. She felt embarassingly aroused, not exactly used to being looked at in such a way. Alucard looked frenzied, like he sometimes did before going out for a kill. It was almost sinful. Well, truly, what they were doing tonight, was.

Suddenly, Alucard's lips were on her inner thigh, as he hooked his hands behind her knees and held her legs apart. Though inexperienced, Integra was not naive enough to not know his intentions. He moved closer to her center, and Integra lifted herself on her elbows, and sighed a bit. His soft, eager kisses felt euphoric.

Integra didn't want to have a bad experience, obviously, but she was not keen on the idea of enjoying this so much. The idea made her think of a lack of control. This needed to be quick, simple, something to cross off a list.

Control. She wondered how much Alucard actually liked her, at least in this way, and how much he actually simply liked to be controlled.

Perhaps he relished the chance to control her for once.

She knew she was thinking too much. She just needed to get this over with.

His lips were so near his intended destination, kisses so enticing, her center wept to be tasted by him.

Integra was becoming all too flustered. She felt red all over.

No. No no no.

"That isn't necessary," she said. "Stop that, pet. Let's get this done."

With one last kiss on her skin, he gazed up at her and Integra found it hard to look away from her servant. Alucard proceeded to crawl over her until his hands were beside her shoulders.

Her pet, she had to admit, was both a thing of fear and of beauty. She observed him - ebony hair, sharp jaw and steely red eyes, shirt wrinkled and half unbuttoned, soft lips. He looked at her seriously, eyes full of something between hunger and bloodlust - or maybe, just lust.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked, a small smile creeping into his face.

"I don't think it necessary to waste time."

"Why not? Are you afraid? Or are you having regrets about sleeping with your pet?"

"No. Let's continue. Unbutton those," she said, eyeing his pants.

He chuckled a little at that, and obeyed. Integra didn't have time to look down at him before Alucard was again hovering over her. He looked over her eyes, lips, neck. Alucard's usual humor and expression darkened again. It threw Integra a little off guard.

He leaned into her neck and inhaled for a moment.

"Alucard," she made a grab at his shirt collar on instinct. Perhaps to hurry him. It couldn't be fear.

"Tell me, Integra," he rasped. "Do you ever touch yourself?"

She refused to answer, and gasped a little as she felt his hardness, quickly replaced by his fingers between her legs. He ran his fingertips over her slickness, then touched her softly above her opening, and she almost cursed.

"Have you ever thought of me while doing it? Even just once out of curiosity...? I admit, I think of you often."

The confession seemed to make her melt. He rubbed her slowly in that spot, and Integra moaned and grasped his collar and the bedsheets tighter and closed her eyes.

He placed a gentle kiss on her jaw. Then he kissed her mouth and her breasts lightly over her nightgown. She moaned into him, feeling his darkness over her curves, soft tendrils of shadow seeking to fully undress her. The pleasure of it all was overwhelming and she grabbed his wrist suddenly from between her.

"Stop. That's unnecessary," she forced herself to say - insecurity, strangely enough, taking hold of her. "All of this. Leave my clothes on and let's get on with it."

The shadows vanished, leaving her bathed only in candlelight.

"You're rushing."

"You're procrastinating."

"Integra-"

"Enough," she snarled. "Don't you question me again. Or you'll be sorely disciplined."

"My Master. You always have been a force to be reckoned with." He smirked, and to Integra's surprise, Alucard raised his fingers to his mouth and tasted her, moaning a little. Lewd.

She shifted her hips, feeling him nearly parting her already. The action emitted a deep growl from her vampire. Integra felt herself already so desperate, though she did her best to remain collected.

"You would have made the best vampire."

Alucard growled and squeezed her flesh as he pushed inside her deeply. Integra winced a little and squeezed at his collar again, and the arm of his shirt. She felt his grip on her leg and hip tighten, and her body succumbed quickly to so much feeling it was making her mind spin.

Fuck. She thought the word a thousand times over, though she dared not say it. Alucard nuzzled into her as he steadily increased the pace, grunting and roaming hands over her body. She grabbed his hair and pulled, adjusting her knees to take him in deeper as he thrust into her.

"Harder," she found herself demanding.

Soon it was all a mess. He became rougher with her, and her with him, and Integra worried they were being too loud. Fortunately, the room was so dark it was unnatural -- Integra hoped this was her vampire's doing, and that it would keep them quiet from others. She tried to hold back but she was gasping and moaning, sounds Alucard knew he would never forget.

He groaned, riled by the scent of her and her blood, the feeling of her sex all around him. She remained mostly clothed but she had not denied him touching her breasts, her sides, her waist. He touched her, grabbed, kissed, licked everything he could. Integra was still pulling at his scalp as she wrapped her legs tightly around his back.

Her slightly dark skin was flushed, nipples hard through her nightgown. He looked down where they met, where her blood and wetness coated him. He licked his lips and touched her clit, rubbing her softly. She dug her nails into his shoulder. Alucard winced.

"Integra," she heard him growl. "Next time, I can please you with my tongue. Would you like that?"

"Have some decency," she said weakly. She was close, panting as he kept rubbing her and thrusting harder inside her.

If he wasn't in a state of such overwhelm, he would have made a snide remark at that. He felt her grow tighter around him, and he knew she was close, the gentle squeeze heavenly on his cock. He leaned into her, his forehead on hers.

"May I?"

"What?" she said, and it came out a harsh whisper. "Oh," she realized. "Yes."

The last word came out as a moan and he kissed her hard. Integra was overcome by her sensations. When her orgasm came, she was in an ecstasy that made her mind blank, and her entire body seemed to close in around him. She dug her nails deeper into his skin and drew blood, losing herself completely to the feeling. Alucard panted and groaned, and he found himself holding down her hip and her neck softly, looking down at her lips as he finished.

For a few moments they remained together, trying to catch their breaths. Alucard ran his thumb over the column of her throat. Integra observed him, still recovering from her orgasm and the uncanny revelation of such a different side of him.

"Now," he said, looking from her neck to her light eyes. A half smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she said, still catching her breath. "Satisfactory."

"Hm," he smirked.

Integra swallowed hard, looking down at his lips. His hands and mouth, she thought, they shouldn't have been so good at this. He killed with them, and he touched her so softly and deliciously with them. It would be so easy to fall in love with this monster. And equally dangerous, no doubt.

It was then she realized she was gazing perhaps too much at him.

Alucard leaned in to kiss her and she gently placed her hands on his shoulders.

"That's enough," she said.

He paused, an odd look overtaking his features.

"Understood."

Slowly, he pulled out of her and moved from her. She felt him lie next to her, a small space away. The loss of contact was strangely unpleasant. She pulled down the bottom of her nightgown.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you, my Master?"

"Yes, servant," she said as she sat up, adjusting her pillows and leaning back on them. "My nightstand. Hand me a cigar."

Alucard did as told, smiling as he handed it over and lit it for her.

#integra hellsing #but what is realistic lol? this is hellsing #i like how integra wasn't forced to get married since it either wouldn't be legal or realistic #there's so much that could be done with concept.#hellsing ultimate #alucard #imagine a chapter taking place after she gets married #or after she gives birth to a child #i doubt she would easily be able to stop her “meetings” with alucard even as a wife/mother #i hope you find sometype of inspo for a part 3. this story was just too nice #alutegra #hellsing

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