FORSAKEN - Chapter 3, part 1 (NC-17/lemon)
Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2003 1:34 am
AN: Yes, I have to split it up into parts. It got to be too overwhelming to do it all in one big session. Geez. Even the author's notes have innuendo now. -____-
On that note, let the smut commence! How is it that this part is still just a warm up? Sheesh Integra is difficult.
Thanks for reading everybody!
Love,
Stella
FORSAKEN
Chapter 3: Part 1 - Soon
I have heard it said of my Master that she is carved from ice. But that is not so. Beneath my uncovered hands she is warm and pliant, softly yielding to every stroke of my fingers and allowing the kisses that I plant on her tender skin. Her room remains dark and quiet and it seems as if there is nothing else in the world but my Master and I.
I have never been given leave to touch her like this. The gloves that bind me are nothing more than pieces of cloth strewn on the floor and I can feel her, all of her. My hands are memorizing every curve, every inch. The length of my body traps hers against the bed and I ease one of her legs around my hip, allowing me to get even closer. Her breaths are hurried and shallow under my weight as I continue to move against her, trailing my tongue along her neck. I know her eyes are watching me. She is unsure what to do. Pleasures of this kind are foreign, unknown things to the leader of Hellsing.
?Just feel, Master. I can sense your apprehension. You are second-guessing yourself. It is very much unlike you.? My mind feeds the words into hers while I take a breast in each hand. The soft flesh fits perfectly, as if it were formed to be held by me alone. I tease the captive skin under my thumbs and stare up at her. ?Let go of the bonds that hold you, the ones you yourself created.? I hear her sigh and her form molds to mine. We are a tangle of limbs and I kiss her deeply, savoring each taste of her mouth. Oh yes, I want to devour her. But I will do it slowly and completely.
The hallway clock chimes outside of her doors, ringing for what seems like far too long. My Master stiffens and her eyes search for the time on her bedside table. Any freedom that had been given to me is reigned in. She is distracted again, by duty. ?It?s late,? she says. ?The Knights? There?s a special committee meeting... Alucard, let me go.?
I give her no sign of allowing a departure of any kind. I want her. I must have her. I will not comply. ?The Round Table has nothing to do with this. Let them wait.?
?Do not forget your place.?
The look she gives me is laces with absolute venom. Does she think she can wound me and make me cower like any mortal man? I know that perhaps she can. She props herself up on her elbows in an attempt to force me back. I give a little, but not as much as she would like.
?The obligation that I have to England is not a simple matter. It isn?t that easy, Alucard. You, I would think, would understand what it means to be bound. All that holds me is anything but simple.?
"Yes it is."
"Alu--"
I kiss her again and make her swallow the words. Her lips are dry so I pause to dip a finger into her mouth, and then run it along the parched line. I let it rest in the middle to keep her silent while my eyes blaze across her face. ?You are bound only by words. And by words you can be freed. If you cannot break them, then I will break them for you. I know your thoughts, Master. Let me. Say it.?
?Not yet,? she mumbles while I press my own need against the center of her body. I ease her back down onto the pillows, spreading the long blond hair out behind her. ?Soon, but not yet.?
I smile as the shock rushes over her face. She realizes that she has said the words aloud. To me. I nod and move closer to lap at the wounds on her throat. Humans. They act as though they are the ones who have all of eternity.
?Very well.? I whisper, tracing a line down over her stomach until I find the heated wetness below. ?I will not ask again until you come to me.? I gently slide one of my long fingers inside of her, feeling my Master?s muscles tighten around it. I find myself wondering how her blood will taste after this, what kind of flavor her now pure, virgin blood will assume after I have taken her. Certainly nothing could spoil it. If anything it will be richer, stronger and more powerful than before. And that will suffice until she accepts the rest of what I offer her. Soon. Soon, but not yet.
My patience wears thin.
A gasp escapes her mouth as I continue to push deeper. She grabs a handful of my coal black hair and buries her face under my chin. ?And I know that you will come to me,? I tell her. ?I know you better than you know yourself.? She wants to argue but she can?t find the words. Integra?s fingernails bite into my back when I shift my weight and use my other fingers to push her legs farther apart. My skin is hot now, too, warmed from the time against hers. A muffled noise sounds from the woman beneath me with each movement I make. She clings to me as if I am all she has left in this world: Salvation and damnation in one body; redemption and sin in one touch, one kiss. Neither of us can claim to have created the other, but we will be each other?s completion.
The sun has fully risen now and the room takes on a lighter hue. The shafts of new light reflect in my Master?s eyes as she looks up at me. I move my hand away and paint her inner thigh with the moisture that still clings to my fingers.
?How much longer must I wait??
There is no answer. I settle myself between her long legs, poised at the entrance to her womb. My body aches to join with hers, the exquisite pain of a decade of lust and longing about to be relieved. Integra arches against me. The wait is over. I lean in for one last touch of her lips and?
The sound of hurried footsteps echo in my ears. Before I can react a fist bangs on the door to Integra?s room and my Master?s head snaps around.
?Sir Integra??
I still have her trapped beneath me. I curl an arm around her waist and pull her nearer to me and away from the distraction outside.
?Alucard, I have to go.?
?No.?
The steward?s muffled voice cuts in from the other side. ?Sir Integra? The conference is scheduled to begin in fifteen minutes. Our guests have already begun arriving.?
?Alucard, I order you to move.?
?You want to stay as much as I do.?
She glares at me and fires a wordless command. I sigh and relent as she rolls over, groping for the covers. But I do not give up so easily. I slide over her bared back and nuzzle her neck before I allow her to slip away. ?You will come to me.?
Integra shrugs away. ?Go to your quarters and take your rest. Stay there until I need you.?
And so I am dismissed without ceremony. She moves towards the door, opening it just a crack to speak to the old Angel of Death. ?I?m awake. Thank you, Walter.?
?I wanted to let you sleep,? he says before turning to leave. ?These winter days? the sun rises late and sets so early. It makes the night just that much longer.?
?Yes, Walter,? Integra replies, stealing a glance at me a split second before I disappear from her sight. ?They are indeed.?
On that note, let the smut commence! How is it that this part is still just a warm up? Sheesh Integra is difficult.
Thanks for reading everybody!
Love,
Stella
FORSAKEN
Chapter 3: Part 1 - Soon
I have heard it said of my Master that she is carved from ice. But that is not so. Beneath my uncovered hands she is warm and pliant, softly yielding to every stroke of my fingers and allowing the kisses that I plant on her tender skin. Her room remains dark and quiet and it seems as if there is nothing else in the world but my Master and I.
I have never been given leave to touch her like this. The gloves that bind me are nothing more than pieces of cloth strewn on the floor and I can feel her, all of her. My hands are memorizing every curve, every inch. The length of my body traps hers against the bed and I ease one of her legs around my hip, allowing me to get even closer. Her breaths are hurried and shallow under my weight as I continue to move against her, trailing my tongue along her neck. I know her eyes are watching me. She is unsure what to do. Pleasures of this kind are foreign, unknown things to the leader of Hellsing.
?Just feel, Master. I can sense your apprehension. You are second-guessing yourself. It is very much unlike you.? My mind feeds the words into hers while I take a breast in each hand. The soft flesh fits perfectly, as if it were formed to be held by me alone. I tease the captive skin under my thumbs and stare up at her. ?Let go of the bonds that hold you, the ones you yourself created.? I hear her sigh and her form molds to mine. We are a tangle of limbs and I kiss her deeply, savoring each taste of her mouth. Oh yes, I want to devour her. But I will do it slowly and completely.
The hallway clock chimes outside of her doors, ringing for what seems like far too long. My Master stiffens and her eyes search for the time on her bedside table. Any freedom that had been given to me is reigned in. She is distracted again, by duty. ?It?s late,? she says. ?The Knights? There?s a special committee meeting... Alucard, let me go.?
I give her no sign of allowing a departure of any kind. I want her. I must have her. I will not comply. ?The Round Table has nothing to do with this. Let them wait.?
?Do not forget your place.?
The look she gives me is laces with absolute venom. Does she think she can wound me and make me cower like any mortal man? I know that perhaps she can. She props herself up on her elbows in an attempt to force me back. I give a little, but not as much as she would like.
?The obligation that I have to England is not a simple matter. It isn?t that easy, Alucard. You, I would think, would understand what it means to be bound. All that holds me is anything but simple.?
"Yes it is."
"Alu--"
I kiss her again and make her swallow the words. Her lips are dry so I pause to dip a finger into her mouth, and then run it along the parched line. I let it rest in the middle to keep her silent while my eyes blaze across her face. ?You are bound only by words. And by words you can be freed. If you cannot break them, then I will break them for you. I know your thoughts, Master. Let me. Say it.?
?Not yet,? she mumbles while I press my own need against the center of her body. I ease her back down onto the pillows, spreading the long blond hair out behind her. ?Soon, but not yet.?
I smile as the shock rushes over her face. She realizes that she has said the words aloud. To me. I nod and move closer to lap at the wounds on her throat. Humans. They act as though they are the ones who have all of eternity.
?Very well.? I whisper, tracing a line down over her stomach until I find the heated wetness below. ?I will not ask again until you come to me.? I gently slide one of my long fingers inside of her, feeling my Master?s muscles tighten around it. I find myself wondering how her blood will taste after this, what kind of flavor her now pure, virgin blood will assume after I have taken her. Certainly nothing could spoil it. If anything it will be richer, stronger and more powerful than before. And that will suffice until she accepts the rest of what I offer her. Soon. Soon, but not yet.
My patience wears thin.
A gasp escapes her mouth as I continue to push deeper. She grabs a handful of my coal black hair and buries her face under my chin. ?And I know that you will come to me,? I tell her. ?I know you better than you know yourself.? She wants to argue but she can?t find the words. Integra?s fingernails bite into my back when I shift my weight and use my other fingers to push her legs farther apart. My skin is hot now, too, warmed from the time against hers. A muffled noise sounds from the woman beneath me with each movement I make. She clings to me as if I am all she has left in this world: Salvation and damnation in one body; redemption and sin in one touch, one kiss. Neither of us can claim to have created the other, but we will be each other?s completion.
The sun has fully risen now and the room takes on a lighter hue. The shafts of new light reflect in my Master?s eyes as she looks up at me. I move my hand away and paint her inner thigh with the moisture that still clings to my fingers.
?How much longer must I wait??
There is no answer. I settle myself between her long legs, poised at the entrance to her womb. My body aches to join with hers, the exquisite pain of a decade of lust and longing about to be relieved. Integra arches against me. The wait is over. I lean in for one last touch of her lips and?
The sound of hurried footsteps echo in my ears. Before I can react a fist bangs on the door to Integra?s room and my Master?s head snaps around.
?Sir Integra??
I still have her trapped beneath me. I curl an arm around her waist and pull her nearer to me and away from the distraction outside.
?Alucard, I have to go.?
?No.?
The steward?s muffled voice cuts in from the other side. ?Sir Integra? The conference is scheduled to begin in fifteen minutes. Our guests have already begun arriving.?
?Alucard, I order you to move.?
?You want to stay as much as I do.?
She glares at me and fires a wordless command. I sigh and relent as she rolls over, groping for the covers. But I do not give up so easily. I slide over her bared back and nuzzle her neck before I allow her to slip away. ?You will come to me.?
Integra shrugs away. ?Go to your quarters and take your rest. Stay there until I need you.?
And so I am dismissed without ceremony. She moves towards the door, opening it just a crack to speak to the old Angel of Death. ?I?m awake. Thank you, Walter.?
?I wanted to let you sleep,? he says before turning to leave. ?These winter days? the sun rises late and sets so early. It makes the night just that much longer.?
?Yes, Walter,? Integra replies, stealing a glance at me a split second before I disappear from her sight. ?They are indeed.?
The teaser made things worse!! Stella! You can't do this! Now I know a great part was coming up without that nice little bit you decided to throw in there, but now there is no question!