Young Integra x Hellhound NC-17

[CountRed]

His Master's Voice




She awoke with a start, something positively chilling and wet had settled in a coin sized spot against her midsection. Trying to move, the young girl found herself pinned to the spot with the weight of something terribly large and heavy against her. Old Hag Syndrome, her mind shot at her frantically. It was a cross cultural phenomena, an old woman riding a victim?s chest until the couldn?t breathe and either they were finally able to do so by interruption from an outside source or they-

But she was breathing. The weight was not on her chest. It was on her lower body. In childish anger, she reached over to her nightstand and drew up her glasses, thrusting them onto her face. The movement stirred the great shadow looming atop her and it opened one set of red eyes lazily, looking at it?s master in slight annoyance.

?I told you,? she huffed, ?The foot of the bed or the floor. Not ON me. You?re frightfully heavy and are crushing my legs.? Sharp blue eyes challenged the lazy red orbs of Alucard. His cat tilted pupils dilated ever so slightly and his cold nose snuffled further under her pajamas, drawing a wet line across her abdomen.

Alucard found he rather enjoyed the scent of his master, clean and young with the hint of her blood just below the surface. And then- something else. Her small fingers, sharp, yet slender, like the talons of a bird pinched his great nostrils shut and she drew his muzzle from under the button down shirt of her night clothes.

?Desist.? With her free hand, she smoothed down the shirt back over her flesh. ?Or I shall call Walter. And you remember what happened the -last- time he found you dozing in my bed.? Integra hadn?t realized the hound -was- Alucard the first time it crept into her room. She thought it one of her vampire?s familiars looking for a warm body and a few pets it certainly didn?t get from it?s master. So, she let it stay. Walter had come in early that morning to rouse her and found the sleeping beast, thinking it had harmed it?s charged, Alucard had been forcibly evicted from the room. Alucard hadn?t informed his young master that the eviction had been amiable.

~Do you -really- think I fear him?~ The hound asked, stretching out atop Integra. She let go of the hound?s nose and propped herself up on one elbow. ~Think hard, little master. .~ His mental voice taunted her.

She did think on that, hating to be made a fool of by her servant. Lips pressed into a line and her eyes narrowed sharply as she answered, ?No. I don?t think you fear him. But you are bound to obey me.? And she knew that Alucard didn?t fear her or the power she held over him.

~Then why would you call Walter instead of disciplining me yourself?~ He prodded, attempting to nose back under her shirt. Integra was like Alucard?s heat rock were he a lizard, the warmth of her body drew him near her, the seal incited a bit of calm to the chaos. Or perhaps it was her ordered mind. ~Must you rely on others or are you capable of anything yourself??

Tears threatened her eyes, but she fought them back, righteous indignation flaring above her hurt feelings, the sting of her pride drove her to anger. ?You know very well how capable I am. It was a mistake to threaten you with Walter, one I will not repeat. If you disobey I will punish you myself.? Chips of ice were in her voice, a chilling foreboding cold that would solidify to glacial standards by the time she was an adult.

He settled again, moving more on his side, muzzle curling down so that his nose was in the join of her thighs. ~Yes, my little master, I know perfectly well how capable you are . . .~ A perverse delight was in his tone, it aroused him her force that night, only weeks before. The way she had shouted him down, killed her traitorous uncle. Ah, how he would have enjoyed taking her then. But she still had lessons to learn before becoming his get.

?Alucard,? Her young voice held a tone of warning to where his nose was nuzzling.

~Yes, master?~ A feigned innocent tone. The vampire was laughing on the inside, howling, really at the indignation he could arouse in her. But he felt wild for some reason, wild and chaotic with the smell of her blood.

Her blood.

Alucard shifted, pressing his nose audaciously to the crotch of her pajamas and breathing in the scent of her virgin blood.

?Alucard!? She yelped and grabbed the scruff of his neck, attempting to drag him off. But she had no leverage against him and found the struggle futile. All six eyes opened and he rose, pinning her legs with his hind quarters, back dipping while he sniffed and nosed.

~You are bleeding,~ He stated, mental voice very nearly a purr. A hungry purr. She equated it to how a leopard must sound when choking the life out of it?s caribou dinner.

?Of all the. .? Integra started, then lay back in bed, eyes burning with humiliation. She was glad it was dark else he would have been able to see the crimson blush coloring her cheeks. Except vampires could see in the dark.
The hound seemed to leer up at her and Alucard lay on her once more, this time on her chest, his rough tongue lapping at her cheek. ~Embarrassed, my master? There is no need. .blood is blood, after all.~

Her fingers caught his tongue and pulled sharply, ?Stop.? Alucard smirked and the tongue fell to shadows then reformed around her wrist. He gave a tug and released her, but still kept his position atop his young master.

Integra was bearing a Not Amused look and crossed her arms over her rather large chest for a girl her age. ?Get off.? She ordered.

Alucard drew down her, pressing his nose over the swell of her breasts, then across her stomach, feeling the heat of her body even through the fabric of her nightshirt, then pressed his nose once more into her crotch. ~I will try my best, but it has been a while. .~

Puzzlement struck her at his words, then her eyes widened and she kicked at him. ?Don?t be disgusting, that?s not what I meant!?

~Then say what you mean and mean what you say. .~ Alucard purred in amusement, a hint of laughter clinging at the edge of his mental tone. ~Besides, master, who would know if I took only a little. You would keep me sated until next month and a sated pet never bit its master, you know. ~ His cheek nuzzled one of her thighs.

?Begging now? You must be desperate, and you?re a fool if you think I?m going to give into your blackmail. I have my honor and dignity as the Virgin of the Order,? Integra hissed in retort and smacked his head away from her thigh.

~But you have not said outright no, you must be curious. .~ Alucard taunted her, pushing Integra back against the pillows by placing one massive paw between her breasts. She wrapped fingers around the joint of paw and foreleg and attempted to twist it off. The effort, was of course, futile.

?I order you to remove yourself from me.? Her voice had turned cold. But she was thinking. He was correct, in her mind. If the beast were fed by her regularly, it would probably promote the seal and keep him loyal to her. And she wouldn?t need to even open a vein for him.

Alucard sat at the foot of her bed on his hind quarters, tail wrapped around himself and watched her, head tilted, six sets of eyes glowing in the dark. He was spying on her thoughts and rather liked what he saw.

Integra?s demeanor shifted. Though she was only thirteen in years, her eyes held a calculation and cool that aged her. Platinum hair fell around her, pooling at her hips and across her chest as she sat up. To Alucard, she looked like a dutiful young Queen and he wanted to violate her in every way possible. But for now, he would not, could not spoil her future. Besides, he was patient.

Slowly, Integra drew away the white down blanket covering her bed, revealing her lithe form to the vampire. She was dressed in blue and white striped pajamas, the pants long, the top buttoned modestly all the way to the top. She was the portrait of defiled innocence.

?Come then, drink of your master.?

X-Rated Version: Warning UBER pervy

The hound leaned in eagerly, sniffing with a loud, moist sound towards the apex of her legs. The blood was present, he could smell the faint, heady scent. Though it had yet to collect so as to stain her pristine pajama bottoms. Integra looked at him with slight indignance, gathering what remained of her pride. This humiliation, this disgusting means of sating her pet. . she would not allow it to defile her core being.

Integra's slender, talon-like fingers caught his nose, pinching the nostrils closed. "Self control. It's disgusting how you fall over yourself at the smell of blood." There was derision in her voice and precisely, she slid her fingers from his nose and settled back down, this time, her fingers untied the cloth drawstring of her pajama bottoms, then slipped fingers to the waistband, grasping the bunched material, refusing to allow a tremor to course through her hands. Refusing to be his victim.

Cruel precision shone in the six sets of red eyes. This was his game, he was winning. But- even so she managed to spoil it. Spoil the control, but sweeten the overall outcome. He would shape her, define her, then take her. This was all a part of the process. Allowing her some control now, bowing here, obeying there. His loyalty was hers, of course, unfailingly, but she was his and in the end they would both win.

Integra arched up slightly, bracing her back against the wooden headboard of the bed so she could draw her pants and her now soiled cotton underwear, stained with her first, virgin menstration. Alucard tensed and lunged in hungrily, but was stopped with the sole of a foot against his nose. "Wait." Her voice was colder then, authoritative, yet still light and high in a child's tone.

An unsatisfied growl rumbled from his chest and out through that long black muzzle. "Impatient?" She taunted, foot falling away. With a smug smile she slid her pajama bottoms over her legs and tossed them to the floor. The underwear remained and Integra made sure to catch his eyes with the stain as she slid those off, ever so slowly. Her legs were slim, Alucard noted, toned. She would be a tall and slender adult. Greedily he huffed, attention drawn back to the smell of her blood as Integra held her underwear in front of his nose before casting them away. "You will pay attention or you will go hungry." He was hers and so would Alucard's attention be if Integra were to feed the beast from her own parts.

~Yes, my master. . .~ The hound purred, laying down, head atop his paws. Her knees spread slowly, feet straddling on either side of the hound's massive body. A pink tongue slipped out and lapped at his own muzzle, Integra found the action rather endearing, it helped ease the shivering in her legs, the terrible quiver that belied her anxiety and curiosity.

~Cold?~ He taunted.

Integra's eyelids dropped, eyes narrowing. "Do it quickly and leave out your personal comments. This is still my decision." Part of her was aghast. Repulsed. What would her father say? Then again, her father had left her in this monster's care, told her to seek him out as a last resort.

Alucard could hear her thoughts. It excited him. Mental pleas to her father? Exquisite. The bright pink head of his penis slipped from the furred sheath. Integra noted it and swallowed hard, but Alucard was ignorant to her actions, he had crawled towards her, almost abasing himself, almost forced to at her lack of substantial height while sitting on the bed. Tenuously, savoring the first taste, drawing out the moment to excrutiating lengths, Integra held her breath then gasped it out when that rough tongue passed over her blood dripping slit and sensitive clitorus.

Slender fingers clenched the sheets, bunching them in her fists. Alucard's many eyes narrowed at the taste of her virgin blood. Noble. Hellsing. The small bits of uterine lining and discarded egg were unpleasant in the flow of fluid, but his body would absorb them and they proved not to detract from the overall taste.

Her eyelids closed, clenched shut. The heat in her small body spiked upwards, cheeks glaring red in the dim light of the room. Her heartrate rose as well, speeding up. Alucard noted the speed, like a hummingbird's wings, so quick. That thin, flat tongue worked past her entrance, the strong, lengthy licks cleaned off her entrance, then sought refuge inside. He whined softly in pleasure, penis swelling further past the furry sheath, fairly throbbing with the stolen lifesblood inside of him.

She was warm, oh so warm. Nothing compared to her. Not even the pleasure the slaughter of Richard's men evoked. Furiously he lapped, noting the changes in the smooth walls of her vaginal sides, then the rough texture a ways back at the top of her passage, right before the cervix. When the tip of his pointed tongue hit that, Integra's eyes flew open and a rasping moan flew from her suddenly dry throat. "What are you doing?" She panted hard.

~Warm.~ He purred, furry head nuzzling one of Integra's inner thigh. His mind was a blur, the only thing he knew was Integra's blood. Like a drug, an addictive, intoxicating drug. She bit down on another scream as the heat of Integra's distended clitorus was suddenly chilled by the icy wetness of Alucard's nose. The pressure of his muzzle forcing against her, tongue deep inside of her, nose working her clitorus sent something tingling inside of her. A pressure, almost like she had to pee, but different. Her toes curled, heels digging into the mattress, wrinkling the sheets.

For a moment she worried what Walter would think when the chamber maids informed him of the stains on the pristine whitness of her sheets. But true to form, Alucard wasn't losing a drop of her blood to the starched white linens. Swallowing hard, she was torn, the feeling was overwhealming pleasure and she knew from the fine tension tremoring through her muscles, there was only more to come. Though her disgust still lurked within her mind and body. A sickness twisted her stomach. An undead dog was licking her most intimate parts. His tongue was inside of her, furry penis laying long against the bed. For a moment, she thought she would be sick, but Alucard nipped her clitorus with blunted teeth, drawing her attention and renewing the loyalty of her body to him.

She panted and gave him a grateful look, no use in soiling more of her dignity by puking all over them. Tentatively, one fist uncurled from the sheets and drew over his head, petting the fur back before spasming and drawing the fur sharply between her fingers. The hound growled in pleasure and lunged against her, nose twitching against the nub of her nerves while the tongue cleaned out her insides, taking away the blood, the sharp beginnings of cramps.

Mouthful after mouthful of blood and uterine lining was sating him, drawing the vampire to a fat and lazy feeling, like a sated tick. Integra wondered if she smashed him whether he would burst out her blood. It was a morbidly humorous mental picture.

She could feel herself empty of blood and spare tissue, yet his tongue remained. The quivering in her legs grew. "Alucard," Integra started, though her voice was no longer firm, no longer authoritative. Integra's words were breathy and unsure, her body trembling. Those fingers in Alucard's fur twisted and tried to pull him away from her, legs trying to close. "Stop. . I-"

Her voice, ah the sweet sound of her voice murmuring his name. And to know that he put his master in those throes of pleasure, well, it wasn't the first time he had a Hellsing. But this was definately the sweetest. This girlchild was far more interesting than Arthur Hellsing had been. Her pulling his fur was futile, it only served to heighten the erotic pleasure, and the way she squired, oh so prey like. Massive paws pinned her thighs and that tongue kept inside her, prodding at the rough skin inside that so made her squirm, nose firmly against her clitorus, knowing the pleasure it would evoke.

"Why- what are you-" She tried to demand, only to find herself nearly pinioned to the bed. Those slender fingers were drawing out his hair from Alucard's hide. She pulled and pulled, but nothing but clumps of fur and his muted growls of pleasure met her. Tears stung at Integra's eyes, the pleasure he enticed within her was souring, disgusting, even as her body begged for more, bucked beneath his tongue, arched into it, trying to drive him deeper.

~Ah, my master. . relax. . you have given me such pleasure with your blood, I only wish to make you feel good as well. .~ His tone was warm and langerous, Integra half believed him and relaxed back against the headboard as much as her tense body would allow. The tingling inside of her had grown, overtaking her limbs with such a taunt tension she felt as though her body would explode.

The child wasn't stupid, after all, she knew the vampire had his own agenda. And how sinful this was, but how good it felt. If she was to feed him in this manner, further his pleasure, why should she not be a bit selfish? Right and wrong were blurring, so was good and evil, warm and cold. Waves of pleasure were crashing against her and a wet warmth was pooling between her legs, greedily lapped up by a cold tongue.

But she didn't care, couldn't barely feel anything aside the thrumming of her own nerves. Every muscle was relaxed, every bit of her warm, from toes to fingertips. She sighed and slumped against the bed, fingers idly stroking Alucard's head as he finished licking up all he could inside and began lapping her labia clean. It was difficult, when looking at him, to grasp that Alucard the vampire and Alucard the hound were the same being. But. . it was better were it not an actual hound with his tongue in her cunt, was it not?

Integra was too tired to think. "Move. ." She ordered and Alucard sat up. Integra didn't bother putting her blood stained underwear and pajama bottoms on, instead, she slid beneath the covers, uncaring of the hellhound fur and pulled both sheets and down blanket back over her, sweaty brow pressed against a cool pillow. "You . ." She began, unsure at first as she watched the vampire licking his muzzle. Her words caught him and Alucard looked up, tilting his head endearingly and perking his ears, all six sets of eyes on her. "You may stay if you like." Her voice was low and neutral, but a tremor ran through it, a look inside at the little girl who was slowly growing up, unsure of what to do now.

The hound smirked at her and stretched out above the covers at Integra's side. His erection was gone then and she chuckled, feeling at ease now that he was, for some reason, staying. "Just don't let the one eyed hellhound touch me."

Both corners of his muzzle twitched up and Alucard lay his head almost tenderly on her chest, in a protective gesture. Integra found herself relieved and glad that he had stayed. Alucard knew leaving would have broken the fragile trust between them, and. . he wanted to stay. She would be his a few years in the future. Was worthy of him.

A half smile curled her mouth and she impulsively leaned in, kissing his great furred head before laying a hand idly on his neck, petting until she fell asleep. The hand stilled and Alucard closed his eyes in pretense of the human act.

Hours later, Walter came in to wake his young mistress. A smile, a genuine smile, turned up the corners of Walter's mouth at the smile on Integra's face and the innocent tableau of Integra tucked into the covers and Alucard atop her. The steward decided not to wake her and instead turned, closing her door softly and starting down the hall. Then paused, frowning. He remembered a similar scene, his younger self sleeping in his private barracks with the hound across his bed after a night of sex. Arthur Hellsing walking in and the two of them snickering later at how Arthur had thought the scene adorable.

Shaking it off, Walter decided it was different now, but heard faint laughter coming from Integra's room.

[kelia]

I'm actually new to this board - hiya everyone - and am working on a fan fiction myself (dark AxS).

Came across your story (X verision) and I loved it. OMG did I just say that? I feel SO dirty for liking it but it was just SO good but also very very wrong.

[Leia Avenrose]

Christ; if we had an option that allowed us to put various stories on a 'Favorites' list, oh my, I would so add this. You are VERY pervy indeed, but it's a good pervy; twisted stories, such as this, are awesome. Not many are up to the challenge of writing it.. I bow to you!

Very well done; I loved it all the way through!