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The Art of Courtly Love
“‘Love (amour)’ is derived from the word ‘hook (amar)’, which signifies ‘capture’ or ‘be captured’,” Integral said aloud, holding up her book as she leant on the pole behind her.
The fetid smell of the impaled did not disturb her sensibilities - the scent of death excited her senses for what it meant- nor she feared to catch a disease. There was no life in Midian, not even a single fly over the corpses, the haunting and cold atmosphere kept everything with a pulse away. It was just her, her blue back and her book collection, sitting alone under Maxwell’s rotting cadaver.
“For he who loves is caught in the chains of desire and wishes to catch another with his hook…” she continued, easing the cravat on her neck. It felt like a summer afternoon instead of May.
“So I am like the fisherman trying to bait and snare an everlasting attachment?” Integral put the book down and looked up to the source of the voice. She had heard the stallion approaching at her direction but she ignored it purposely. Alucard, Count Dracula was over the decomposing horse, wearing his dark armor, the wild hair shielded his expression. “De arte honeste amandi by Andreas Capellanus,” he read the cover of the second volume resting beside her. “Brings memories.”
“You recommended me to read these when I was thirteen,” Integral reminded him with a smirk. “I am attempting to re-acquaint myself with the forgotten knowledge.”
“Forgotten, Countess? All our experiences were fortunate coincidences?” he asked, letting go a frightening laugh that echoed throughout the empty city. He did not move from his mount, the animal meanwhile scratched the ruined pavement, shattering it. “I return to you, my Master, to inform there is no enemy left on the island. Just as you ordered. You expected it, I see, you are dressed for my welcome.”
Integral’s smile curled up, deepening, pleased with Alucard's report and his acknowledment that she was dressed differently. She was wearing her shirt and a long black skirt instead of her trouser suit. She was aware of conventions, of the play they had kept reinforcing for a decade. One that was coming to an end.
“As the Lady of a dead No Man's Land, of Midian now according to Her Majesty and the Twelve Conventions, it would be pointless to play knight for there is nothing to protect here…” she admitted, weariness present into her tone, a bitter ring of loss. “Anymore.” After London was reduced to a pile of ashes and scrap no one wanted to live in the accursed Capital nor were there plans to rebuild it.
“A kingdom of the dead, Midian, city of the damned,” Alucard pointed out, his red eyes glowing, studying her for a moment. “Seras Victoria left, didn’t she?”
“She and her Wild Geese departed this morning to France,” Integral sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She was starting to miss the mercenaries and the Police Girl, staying only with his soul army and watching them doing housework to replace her personnel set her in unease. “She promised to return to visit when the group didn’t need her so much,” she shot him an accusing look. “Seras still has trouble speaking with me with a straight face after that stunt, a week ago.”
“With Walter gone she should have been aware of our Affaire de Cœur, like her mercenary would have called it,” Alucard pointed out, unapologetic. “You wanted to tell her.”
“Speak with her about our liaison, not showing it. You should have consulted me first before granting her entrance to my chambers when we were lying nude beneath the blankets.”
“The child has to learn adult's games, what better instructors than the surrogate parents?” Alucard asked, smirking widely. Integral merely scoffed in response. He was unbelievably fresh in this issue.
“Don’t blame me for it was her choice to enter, her own curiosity led her there. Seras must have suspected since the beginning, Countess,” Alucard chuckled lightly. “A vampire's senses are sharp enough to detect the scent of our lips…” Integral felt the breeze caressed her mouth, phantom lips covered them, pressing, her eyes closed for a brief moment.
‘The lips I tasted when you turned eighteen,’ his voice resounded like a rough purr inside her mind. She snapped her eyes open as he continued.
“Or the distinct change in the smell of our bodies after the trip to Rio de Janeiro,” he added, the breeze left her lips to slide inside her clothes, going through shirt and traveling down. She shivered, gasping to the wind cooling her breasts, tickling her bare abdomen and about to reach her inner thighs when it stopped.
‘The body that has warmed mine for less than a year…’
Her skirt was lifted, fluttering in the wind that was covering her body, caressing the line between her entrance and the inner thighs. “Count,” she murmured, fighting the wind with her hands, tempted to give in to the spell. “This is not the-”
“My Master protests?” Alucard asked, he spurred his horse to circle her, she followed his path between the impaled forest of her foes. “We have waited so long, suffer and long, but you have chosen this setting. You were waiting. You asked your Queen the blessings,” he pointed out, his tone was like a dark whisper near her ear. He felt so close even in the distance, he was breathing on her neck. But she would not allow him the upper hand in reactions, Integral was the Master, the dominant one, after all.
“Perhaps I am testing you, Count,” Integral retorted, tying the cravat and buttoning the lose collar. “I have accepted your service as a knight when we met, then I accepted your kisses and finally I granted you permission to sleep nude to my side after such a war declaration in Brazil… but, even if you dedicated the war victory to me, are you worthy of love? To finish the courtship we have pursued for a decade?” she interrogated slyly, gesturing at the dead Maxwell. “You offered me a great… high stemmed bouquet of the dead but are you deserving of the affection, the final stage?”
“For we hardly ever see a valiant man who does not or has not loved,” Alucard quoted sultrily, Integral was satisfied in noticing his face was contorted with lust, his eyes were closed. Suffering led to want, she was feeling aroused already to the idea of consummation. She was feeling warmer and warmer and the day was vanishing into night, the temperature was becoming colder unlike her body. “All I am and I do are yours, my Master. And all you have is because of me.”
“But have you ‘love’ completely, fully and devoutly to me?” Integral wondered his pace over the horse stopped and remained still, she smirked satisfied and started to recite the rules for courtly loving. “Thou shalt avoid avarice like the deadly pestilence and shalt embrace its opposite.”
“Was I ever greedy, Master? Ten years of patience, five years of service for a kiss,” Alucard said, pleading, he was panting now. Integral took a step forward, a small one, not yet passing Enrico’s tomb.
“Thou shalt keep thyself chaste for the sake of her whom thou lovest.”
“No noblewoman or man has my affections or attentions, in all these decades you have been the only one,” Alucard declared. “And you have returned the favor.”
Integral inclined her head in agreement, the game they were playing, and the jealousy they felt if anyone got close to the other. “Thou shalt not knowingly strive to break up a correct love affair that someone else is engaged in.”
“Have I?” Alucard asked, grinning toothily, Integral shook her head, skipping a beat as she gave another step forward.
“Thou shalt not chose for thy love anyone whom a natural sense of shame forbids thee to marry,” Integral recited, staring at him seriously. Alucard dismounted his stallion, bowing to her at a distance. She knew the answer already, she took another step towards him.
“Be mindful completely to avoid falsehood,” Integral repeated of her memory, the rules she had studied, giving steps as soon she knew the replies. Her Count no longer had to give excuses, she was aware of his answers. “Thou shalt not have many who know of thy love affair…”
“Being obedient in all things to the commands of ladies, thou shalt ever strive to ally thyself to the service of Love,” Alucard said before she could say the rule. Integral stopped and watched him approach. It was her turn of panting in anticipation.
“In giving and receiving love's solaces let modesty be ever present.”
Her hands were anxious, wanting to undo her cravat again, to unbutton her shirt completely and expose herself in front of him but did not. She stood her ground, watching her servant, her knight in shining armor to walk towards her as he spoke the rules of their engagement. The suffering of the wait would bear the fruits, it was as aphrodisiac as the battle.
“Thou shalt speak no evil. Thou shalt not be a revealer of love affairs.”
Integral lifted an inquiring brow to those last issues, he stopped briefly. “There is no evil when it serves love and the lady. And there is no revealer when another party knows.” She nodded and gestured him to continue, she would shout to him to stop playing around and hurry but that was not “courtly” in their agreement.
“Thou shalt be in all things polite and courteous,” Alucard pointed out, she huffed, thinking mostly as a reminder. He laughed unceremoniously and vanished appearing right in front of her, kneeling with a dramatic flourish of his cloak.
“In practicing the solaces of love thou shalt not exceed the desires of thy lover,” he said at last, bowing his head to her in completely submission. He started the courtship now it was in her power to decide or not if they continued it. Her body would not forgive her if she did not.
Integral removed her right hand glove, sliding it off her digits very slowly, brushing the cloth on her skin before it fell her feet. There was a thrill spreading into her system - she felt like standing bare in the battlefield. She extended her hand, offering it to her Count, her knight, her servant, her lover. “Love doesn’t exist inside marriage according to those books.”
Alucard straightened enough to meet her gaze, his lust matched her anticipation, images of different positions invaded her mind, enticing her to choose. “Other times, Countess, we are in a different position now,” the vampire assured her as he gently spread her fingers apart. Integral felt her entrance moistened when he bent to lick the soft flesh between her digits, the tip of his tongue tickled a promise there - of pleasure, of pain, of power. ‘Keep this forever, let me prickle you with my everlasting hook.’
His words rumbled inside her abdomen, stirring the nerves that had not awoken yet, she even blushed at how his speech, his request had affected her. “It’s within of the duty of the Countess of Midian to take you as a companion,” she murmured, keeping her position still and looming. He was huge beneath her, savage and tame to her desires.
So be it, Integral thought, closing her eyes before Alucard sank his hungry teeth on the flesh he was kissing a moment ago. She did not move, as great the pain and pleasure that overwhelmed her mind were, she was still rational to realize that if she allowed herself to retire her hand a little, she might lose a finger or two with the shark-like multiple fangs of her groom. In the meantime, her arousal grew, nipples hardened, her legs trembled to maintain balance in the onslaught of the rapture. She wanted her clothes off, they were sinful to keep, a barrier between their bodies.
“Count!” Integral cried out, desperate for more, his arms wrapped on her waist, pulling her to him. He had stood immediately to comply to her wishes, she was aware he could tell what she wanted, the vampire smelled it. Alucard bent to kiss her lips, there was blood in his mouth, her own - giving her the sloppiest of his kisses. She bit his tongue, drawing his blood, completing the wedding as his hands tore her shirt apart . It fell to the ground in tatters, leaving only the sleeves and the padded shoulders. “That wasn’t very courtly of you,” she breathed on his mouth, breaking the kiss with a playful smile.
“We are wedded now,” Alucard replied, licking the blood off a side of her mouth. “This is time for passion not courtesy.” He lifted her and pulled her backwards roughly, his shadows took to the delicate subject of destroying her brassiere, knickers and part of her skirt.
Finally…Integral thought as her back hit the end of the pole in which Maxwell had been plunged into. “Vlad Tepes impales again,” she jested, rising her legs and locking her arms on his neck while he moved his hands beneath her buttocks, holding her firmly over him. She was frustrated by the fact her tender flesh only met the cold armor that bruised her.
“I don’t hate that moniker as much when you employ it, Integra,” Alucard stated, inhaling the sweat on her left cheek, his facial hair brushed against her chin. “I barely touched you and you are more than ready,” he murmured.
“Ten bloody years, vampire,” Integral hissed, nibbling his beard. “Stop the wait already, the suffering stopped being arousing after you stripped me.” Alucard laughed, kissing her neck, drawing all his fangs over the pounding pulse point, inducing a flux of extra lubrication in her entrance.
“And mistress, I beseech you, in easing of my poor heart that at sometime was at my rule, which is now at yours, that in as short of a time as can be I will have knowledge of your intent,” Alucard declared, quoting his mediocre medieval prose. He was torturing her, Integral knew it, a revenge of the long prolonged courtship and she had no want to play wit games while her body demanded action.
“Your mistress wants your poor heart to reserve courtesy for foreplay,” Integral replied, insinuating herself on his breaches, careful to not cut herself with the edges of the armor. He was ready for her, she felt the hidden bulge. “Unless you want her to-”
Integral muffled a shriek at the sudden thrust into her, she arched her back in pain, fighting the tears while blood streaked her thighs and dripped to the floor. She gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw tightly. The lower part of Alucard’s armor was gone along with his breaches, his erection was like made of it and with one push, he had shattered her hymen and consummated their union.
“…t-take it o-out,” Integral finished, her breathing shortened and agitation increased considerably. The pain was almost clouding the former pleasure. She dug her nails on the back of his head in spite by that unexpected action.
Alucard paused in his thrust halfway, nosing her cheek possessively. “Should I take it out, Integra?” he asked, sardonically, crushing the weight of his armor on her breasts pinning her further on the stake behind her. She calmed her panting, forcing to herself to fixate in the pleasure to come and ignore the pain. She had wanted this. Biting his lips, she commanded:
“Nay, now I ache for you in a different way, Count.”
He gave her a nod of approval and moved his hips up, his fingernails cutting into her buttocks, his mouth struck down into her neck. Integral cried out, the swoon of his bite made her forget how much it hurt her adjusting to his size. She bashed her head on the pole lightly, rolling her eyes up while he sucked her blood.
‘Let me show you pain, Countess, while you can experiment it,’ Alucard spoke into her mind, continuing his brutal tempo. ‘Pleasure and pain, you are aching for it all. The suffering, the wait…’
“Yesss…” Integral hissed, starting to buckle in order to match his thrusts. It was difficult for her to move, her mind was fogged by the lasting sensations he provoked, the position chosen did not aid in her participation either. He did not cease from drinking her blood, pressing her lower part firmly to himself, bringing her further to increase the penetration angle. She pulled his hair roughly, whimpering as her inner walls finally adjusted to him completely.
Her heart was beating so fast, the drumming in her ears was driving her insane like the brief rubbing of his icy flesh with her warm clitoris. Integral sought the caress into the sensitive nub but she was too weak, too tired to accomplish the feat. The pain and pleasure were starting to fade, she was fighting to breath, to keep her eyes open and her legs and arms locked against him. But it was without avail, her limbs released Alucard’s body and he did not stop the mating frenzy. She still felt him inside her just when she died.
Upon waking, Integral grunted, gasping for air, her lungs were heavy and breathing was troublesome. The spasms of the transformation were almost over, therefore she could push away her shock. She opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the new gaze, her glasses were broken near her feet, some shards prickled her left talon. It was dark already, the full moon was partly covered by the clouds above her. She turned to stare at Alucard, his face was contorted with pleasure, her gaze traveled down and realized that he was still pounding inside her.
“What the hell are you doing?” Integral demanded, barely noticing his efforts. They tickled her and that made her chuckle.
“What does it look like?” Alucard growled, nosing her jaw. “Working out ten years of sexual frustration.”
Integral scolded and pressed her head to his temple, inhaling his scent. Blood. She was so hungry, a bloodless doll. Alucard rose his gaze to catch her eyes, understanding her craving. He tilted his head after a particularly deep thrust, baring his neck. She dipped down, her teeth shifted to sharp fangs that struck into his artery, leeching away the precious red liquid. She sucked and nibbled for more, the blood splashed her mouth, her cheeks and she kept drinking, recovering her strength, wearing down the numbness. She yearned for pleasure now, power and control.
Her arms came to his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist with strangulating strength. A growl escaped her throat as she kept drinking his blood, taking his might as her own. Integral Hellsing swung forward, pushing Alucard to the ground while he was lost in her bite, pinning him on the cold cement. Her knees and legs cracked loudly in the impact but then regenerated soon with the aid of his powerful blood. She landed smoothly sheathed on top of him, feeling his head prodding her cervix.
“Countess…” he moaned obscenely licking the shell of her ear.
This is the time of our passion, not courtesy, Vlad, Integral replied mentally, tearing a piece of flesh out of his neck when she leaned off, blood splattered her breasts, droplets dripped of her hard nipples. He tried to bend and lick away that but she held him down, straddling Alucard firmly. Her hands clawed his armor, taking it out piece by piece and she rocked her hips, accommodating her legs to a side of him to allow herself a better movement.
“Yes, Countess…” Alucard said obediently. Did he purr that? Her mind was playing tricks with her senses. He had blood on his mouth, the wounds she had inflicted him.
Integral increased her rhythm, sensing his jerking ceasing beneath her, to allow her the full control of the lovemaking. Alucard groaned as her nails dug into his left breast, seeking the entrails of his dead heart. He gave it to her, to her intents. She wanted to taste it a piece of what belonged to her. His hands rested on her buttocks, beckoning them to come down, faster, deeper, she complied, taking away any remains of the frustrating ten year wait she had endured.
“I took it out upon your request!” Integral announced triumphal, throwing her head backwards, frenzy in her pleasure. Her right hand had plunged deep into his left side and snagged his dead heart, immediately it liquefied into a black substance that poured inside his open wound to heal it, leaving her only with a rosy bit as small as a seed.
“Will the lady eat the Pomegranate seed to become invincible? To rule the underworld as much as Midian?” Alucard offered, his jaw tightening by one of her purposeful insidious motions. She smiled down him before eating the piece of his cold flesh, it burnt like fire on her throat, fueling her passion, tempting her to pass over the edge.
“I am eating your wings, Bird of Hermes, you who have pulled me to the underworld instead of rescue me from its grasp,” Integral declared, feeling his nails digging intp her skin by the tension she built on him. He was unable to cut her fully, she had the power, she had the wings of both. “Let it be perfect,” she said, licking her bloodied lips as the intoxicating effect of his flesh passed. “The Forbidden Fruit was delicious.”
Alucard’s response was caught between a growl and a moan. Integral was satisfied by it, spreading her arms wide, she buckled down over him one last time, her eyes flashed blue to feline red as she inhaled the smell of death around them, their kingdom of impaled foes. Unlike him, she did not cry out when she reached climax, her victory was of a maiden of steel - silent and quiet in gloating.
Arching her back, Integral collapsed against his chest, her mouth kissed his cheek gently in near apology by her violence. Alucard was panting either by effect or because he was truly affected by her Amazon display, still ejaculating against her thigh. The wind was warm and wrapped around their bodies, cooling now after the heated act. She rolled over to his side, facing him, lying over her elbow and wondering when the soreness would start.
“Count,” Integral spoke before him, toying with his curly hair, tickling his beard. Her head was light, relinquishing any remorse in the aftermath of the consummation.
“Yes, Countess?”
“Your Lady is famished. You should open the kingdom for visitors, whatever vermin is unwanted in other kingdoms.”
“As you wish,” Alucard inclined her head, caressing the line of her waist and hip.
“Also, hand me the bag near my books,” she waved towards the direction of her belongings before tearing apart the last remains of her shirt and skirt. “I brought a change of clothes. I knew the last stage would be everything but courtly,” she admitted, biting a laugh at Alucard’s mocking insulted look. “You will still have to court me, don’t let the flame be consumed to nothing.”
“We won’t but,” Alucard agreed, reluctantly standing to search her bag. “Let us take less than ten years next time.”
God, that was hard to beta. XD
The Art of Courtly Love
“‘Love (amour)’ is derived from the word ‘hook (amar)’, which signifies ‘capture’ or ‘be captured’,” Integral said aloud, holding up her book as she leant on the pole behind her.
The fetid smell of the impaled did not disturb her sensibilities - the scent of death excited her senses for what it meant- nor she feared to catch a disease. There was no life in Midian, not even a single fly over the corpses, the haunting and cold atmosphere kept everything with a pulse away. It was just her, her blue back and her book collection, sitting alone under Maxwell’s rotting cadaver.
“For he who loves is caught in the chains of desire and wishes to catch another with his hook…” she continued, easing the cravat on her neck. It felt like a summer afternoon instead of May.
“So I am like the fisherman trying to bait and snare an everlasting attachment?” Integral put the book down and looked up to the source of the voice. She had heard the stallion approaching at her direction but she ignored it purposely. Alucard, Count Dracula was over the decomposing horse, wearing his dark armor, the wild hair shielded his expression. “De arte honeste amandi by Andreas Capellanus,” he read the cover of the second volume resting beside her. “Brings memories.”
“You recommended me to read these when I was thirteen,” Integral reminded him with a smirk. “I am attempting to re-acquaint myself with the forgotten knowledge.”
“Forgotten, Countess? All our experiences were fortunate coincidences?” he asked, letting go a frightening laugh that echoed throughout the empty city. He did not move from his mount, the animal meanwhile scratched the ruined pavement, shattering it. “I return to you, my Master, to inform there is no enemy left on the island. Just as you ordered. You expected it, I see, you are dressed for my welcome.”
Integral’s smile curled up, deepening, pleased with Alucard's report and his acknowledment that she was dressed differently. She was wearing her shirt and a long black skirt instead of her trouser suit. She was aware of conventions, of the play they had kept reinforcing for a decade. One that was coming to an end.
“As the Lady of a dead No Man's Land, of Midian now according to Her Majesty and the Twelve Conventions, it would be pointless to play knight for there is nothing to protect here…” she admitted, weariness present into her tone, a bitter ring of loss. “Anymore.” After London was reduced to a pile of ashes and scrap no one wanted to live in the accursed Capital nor were there plans to rebuild it.
“A kingdom of the dead, Midian, city of the damned,” Alucard pointed out, his red eyes glowing, studying her for a moment. “Seras Victoria left, didn’t she?”
“She and her Wild Geese departed this morning to France,” Integral sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She was starting to miss the mercenaries and the Police Girl, staying only with his soul army and watching them doing housework to replace her personnel set her in unease. “She promised to return to visit when the group didn’t need her so much,” she shot him an accusing look. “Seras still has trouble speaking with me with a straight face after that stunt, a week ago.”
“With Walter gone she should have been aware of our Affaire de Cœur, like her mercenary would have called it,” Alucard pointed out, unapologetic. “You wanted to tell her.”
“Speak with her about our liaison, not showing it. You should have consulted me first before granting her entrance to my chambers when we were lying nude beneath the blankets.”
“The child has to learn adult's games, what better instructors than the surrogate parents?” Alucard asked, smirking widely. Integral merely scoffed in response. He was unbelievably fresh in this issue.
“Don’t blame me for it was her choice to enter, her own curiosity led her there. Seras must have suspected since the beginning, Countess,” Alucard chuckled lightly. “A vampire's senses are sharp enough to detect the scent of our lips…” Integral felt the breeze caressed her mouth, phantom lips covered them, pressing, her eyes closed for a brief moment.
‘The lips I tasted when you turned eighteen,’ his voice resounded like a rough purr inside her mind. She snapped her eyes open as he continued.
“Or the distinct change in the smell of our bodies after the trip to Rio de Janeiro,” he added, the breeze left her lips to slide inside her clothes, going through shirt and traveling down. She shivered, gasping to the wind cooling her breasts, tickling her bare abdomen and about to reach her inner thighs when it stopped.
‘The body that has warmed mine for less than a year…’
Her skirt was lifted, fluttering in the wind that was covering her body, caressing the line between her entrance and the inner thighs. “Count,” she murmured, fighting the wind with her hands, tempted to give in to the spell. “This is not the-”
“My Master protests?” Alucard asked, he spurred his horse to circle her, she followed his path between the impaled forest of her foes. “We have waited so long, suffer and long, but you have chosen this setting. You were waiting. You asked your Queen the blessings,” he pointed out, his tone was like a dark whisper near her ear. He felt so close even in the distance, he was breathing on her neck. But she would not allow him the upper hand in reactions, Integral was the Master, the dominant one, after all.
“Perhaps I am testing you, Count,” Integral retorted, tying the cravat and buttoning the lose collar. “I have accepted your service as a knight when we met, then I accepted your kisses and finally I granted you permission to sleep nude to my side after such a war declaration in Brazil… but, even if you dedicated the war victory to me, are you worthy of love? To finish the courtship we have pursued for a decade?” she interrogated slyly, gesturing at the dead Maxwell. “You offered me a great… high stemmed bouquet of the dead but are you deserving of the affection, the final stage?”
“For we hardly ever see a valiant man who does not or has not loved,” Alucard quoted sultrily, Integral was satisfied in noticing his face was contorted with lust, his eyes were closed. Suffering led to want, she was feeling aroused already to the idea of consummation. She was feeling warmer and warmer and the day was vanishing into night, the temperature was becoming colder unlike her body. “All I am and I do are yours, my Master. And all you have is because of me.”
“But have you ‘love’ completely, fully and devoutly to me?” Integral wondered his pace over the horse stopped and remained still, she smirked satisfied and started to recite the rules for courtly loving. “Thou shalt avoid avarice like the deadly pestilence and shalt embrace its opposite.”
“Was I ever greedy, Master? Ten years of patience, five years of service for a kiss,” Alucard said, pleading, he was panting now. Integral took a step forward, a small one, not yet passing Enrico’s tomb.
“Thou shalt keep thyself chaste for the sake of her whom thou lovest.”
“No noblewoman or man has my affections or attentions, in all these decades you have been the only one,” Alucard declared. “And you have returned the favor.”
Integral inclined her head in agreement, the game they were playing, and the jealousy they felt if anyone got close to the other. “Thou shalt not knowingly strive to break up a correct love affair that someone else is engaged in.”
“Have I?” Alucard asked, grinning toothily, Integral shook her head, skipping a beat as she gave another step forward.
“Thou shalt not chose for thy love anyone whom a natural sense of shame forbids thee to marry,” Integral recited, staring at him seriously. Alucard dismounted his stallion, bowing to her at a distance. She knew the answer already, she took another step towards him.
“Be mindful completely to avoid falsehood,” Integral repeated of her memory, the rules she had studied, giving steps as soon she knew the replies. Her Count no longer had to give excuses, she was aware of his answers. “Thou shalt not have many who know of thy love affair…”
“Being obedient in all things to the commands of ladies, thou shalt ever strive to ally thyself to the service of Love,” Alucard said before she could say the rule. Integral stopped and watched him approach. It was her turn of panting in anticipation.
“In giving and receiving love's solaces let modesty be ever present.”
Her hands were anxious, wanting to undo her cravat again, to unbutton her shirt completely and expose herself in front of him but did not. She stood her ground, watching her servant, her knight in shining armor to walk towards her as he spoke the rules of their engagement. The suffering of the wait would bear the fruits, it was as aphrodisiac as the battle.
“Thou shalt speak no evil. Thou shalt not be a revealer of love affairs.”
Integral lifted an inquiring brow to those last issues, he stopped briefly. “There is no evil when it serves love and the lady. And there is no revealer when another party knows.” She nodded and gestured him to continue, she would shout to him to stop playing around and hurry but that was not “courtly” in their agreement.
“Thou shalt be in all things polite and courteous,” Alucard pointed out, she huffed, thinking mostly as a reminder. He laughed unceremoniously and vanished appearing right in front of her, kneeling with a dramatic flourish of his cloak.
“In practicing the solaces of love thou shalt not exceed the desires of thy lover,” he said at last, bowing his head to her in completely submission. He started the courtship now it was in her power to decide or not if they continued it. Her body would not forgive her if she did not.
Integral removed her right hand glove, sliding it off her digits very slowly, brushing the cloth on her skin before it fell her feet. There was a thrill spreading into her system - she felt like standing bare in the battlefield. She extended her hand, offering it to her Count, her knight, her servant, her lover. “Love doesn’t exist inside marriage according to those books.”
Alucard straightened enough to meet her gaze, his lust matched her anticipation, images of different positions invaded her mind, enticing her to choose. “Other times, Countess, we are in a different position now,” the vampire assured her as he gently spread her fingers apart. Integral felt her entrance moistened when he bent to lick the soft flesh between her digits, the tip of his tongue tickled a promise there - of pleasure, of pain, of power. ‘Keep this forever, let me prickle you with my everlasting hook.’
His words rumbled inside her abdomen, stirring the nerves that had not awoken yet, she even blushed at how his speech, his request had affected her. “It’s within of the duty of the Countess of Midian to take you as a companion,” she murmured, keeping her position still and looming. He was huge beneath her, savage and tame to her desires.
So be it, Integral thought, closing her eyes before Alucard sank his hungry teeth on the flesh he was kissing a moment ago. She did not move, as great the pain and pleasure that overwhelmed her mind were, she was still rational to realize that if she allowed herself to retire her hand a little, she might lose a finger or two with the shark-like multiple fangs of her groom. In the meantime, her arousal grew, nipples hardened, her legs trembled to maintain balance in the onslaught of the rapture. She wanted her clothes off, they were sinful to keep, a barrier between their bodies.
“Count!” Integral cried out, desperate for more, his arms wrapped on her waist, pulling her to him. He had stood immediately to comply to her wishes, she was aware he could tell what she wanted, the vampire smelled it. Alucard bent to kiss her lips, there was blood in his mouth, her own - giving her the sloppiest of his kisses. She bit his tongue, drawing his blood, completing the wedding as his hands tore her shirt apart . It fell to the ground in tatters, leaving only the sleeves and the padded shoulders. “That wasn’t very courtly of you,” she breathed on his mouth, breaking the kiss with a playful smile.
“We are wedded now,” Alucard replied, licking the blood off a side of her mouth. “This is time for passion not courtesy.” He lifted her and pulled her backwards roughly, his shadows took to the delicate subject of destroying her brassiere, knickers and part of her skirt.
Finally…Integral thought as her back hit the end of the pole in which Maxwell had been plunged into. “Vlad Tepes impales again,” she jested, rising her legs and locking her arms on his neck while he moved his hands beneath her buttocks, holding her firmly over him. She was frustrated by the fact her tender flesh only met the cold armor that bruised her.
“I don’t hate that moniker as much when you employ it, Integra,” Alucard stated, inhaling the sweat on her left cheek, his facial hair brushed against her chin. “I barely touched you and you are more than ready,” he murmured.
“Ten bloody years, vampire,” Integral hissed, nibbling his beard. “Stop the wait already, the suffering stopped being arousing after you stripped me.” Alucard laughed, kissing her neck, drawing all his fangs over the pounding pulse point, inducing a flux of extra lubrication in her entrance.
“And mistress, I beseech you, in easing of my poor heart that at sometime was at my rule, which is now at yours, that in as short of a time as can be I will have knowledge of your intent,” Alucard declared, quoting his mediocre medieval prose. He was torturing her, Integral knew it, a revenge of the long prolonged courtship and she had no want to play wit games while her body demanded action.
“Your mistress wants your poor heart to reserve courtesy for foreplay,” Integral replied, insinuating herself on his breaches, careful to not cut herself with the edges of the armor. He was ready for her, she felt the hidden bulge. “Unless you want her to-”
Integral muffled a shriek at the sudden thrust into her, she arched her back in pain, fighting the tears while blood streaked her thighs and dripped to the floor. She gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw tightly. The lower part of Alucard’s armor was gone along with his breaches, his erection was like made of it and with one push, he had shattered her hymen and consummated their union.
“…t-take it o-out,” Integral finished, her breathing shortened and agitation increased considerably. The pain was almost clouding the former pleasure. She dug her nails on the back of his head in spite by that unexpected action.
Alucard paused in his thrust halfway, nosing her cheek possessively. “Should I take it out, Integra?” he asked, sardonically, crushing the weight of his armor on her breasts pinning her further on the stake behind her. She calmed her panting, forcing to herself to fixate in the pleasure to come and ignore the pain. She had wanted this. Biting his lips, she commanded:
“Nay, now I ache for you in a different way, Count.”
He gave her a nod of approval and moved his hips up, his fingernails cutting into her buttocks, his mouth struck down into her neck. Integral cried out, the swoon of his bite made her forget how much it hurt her adjusting to his size. She bashed her head on the pole lightly, rolling her eyes up while he sucked her blood.
‘Let me show you pain, Countess, while you can experiment it,’ Alucard spoke into her mind, continuing his brutal tempo. ‘Pleasure and pain, you are aching for it all. The suffering, the wait…’
“Yesss…” Integral hissed, starting to buckle in order to match his thrusts. It was difficult for her to move, her mind was fogged by the lasting sensations he provoked, the position chosen did not aid in her participation either. He did not cease from drinking her blood, pressing her lower part firmly to himself, bringing her further to increase the penetration angle. She pulled his hair roughly, whimpering as her inner walls finally adjusted to him completely.
Her heart was beating so fast, the drumming in her ears was driving her insane like the brief rubbing of his icy flesh with her warm clitoris. Integral sought the caress into the sensitive nub but she was too weak, too tired to accomplish the feat. The pain and pleasure were starting to fade, she was fighting to breath, to keep her eyes open and her legs and arms locked against him. But it was without avail, her limbs released Alucard’s body and he did not stop the mating frenzy. She still felt him inside her just when she died.
Upon waking, Integral grunted, gasping for air, her lungs were heavy and breathing was troublesome. The spasms of the transformation were almost over, therefore she could push away her shock. She opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the new gaze, her glasses were broken near her feet, some shards prickled her left talon. It was dark already, the full moon was partly covered by the clouds above her. She turned to stare at Alucard, his face was contorted with pleasure, her gaze traveled down and realized that he was still pounding inside her.
“What the hell are you doing?” Integral demanded, barely noticing his efforts. They tickled her and that made her chuckle.
“What does it look like?” Alucard growled, nosing her jaw. “Working out ten years of sexual frustration.”
Integral scolded and pressed her head to his temple, inhaling his scent. Blood. She was so hungry, a bloodless doll. Alucard rose his gaze to catch her eyes, understanding her craving. He tilted his head after a particularly deep thrust, baring his neck. She dipped down, her teeth shifted to sharp fangs that struck into his artery, leeching away the precious red liquid. She sucked and nibbled for more, the blood splashed her mouth, her cheeks and she kept drinking, recovering her strength, wearing down the numbness. She yearned for pleasure now, power and control.
Her arms came to his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist with strangulating strength. A growl escaped her throat as she kept drinking his blood, taking his might as her own. Integral Hellsing swung forward, pushing Alucard to the ground while he was lost in her bite, pinning him on the cold cement. Her knees and legs cracked loudly in the impact but then regenerated soon with the aid of his powerful blood. She landed smoothly sheathed on top of him, feeling his head prodding her cervix.
“Countess…” he moaned obscenely licking the shell of her ear.
This is the time of our passion, not courtesy, Vlad, Integral replied mentally, tearing a piece of flesh out of his neck when she leaned off, blood splattered her breasts, droplets dripped of her hard nipples. He tried to bend and lick away that but she held him down, straddling Alucard firmly. Her hands clawed his armor, taking it out piece by piece and she rocked her hips, accommodating her legs to a side of him to allow herself a better movement.
“Yes, Countess…” Alucard said obediently. Did he purr that? Her mind was playing tricks with her senses. He had blood on his mouth, the wounds she had inflicted him.
Integral increased her rhythm, sensing his jerking ceasing beneath her, to allow her the full control of the lovemaking. Alucard groaned as her nails dug into his left breast, seeking the entrails of his dead heart. He gave it to her, to her intents. She wanted to taste it a piece of what belonged to her. His hands rested on her buttocks, beckoning them to come down, faster, deeper, she complied, taking away any remains of the frustrating ten year wait she had endured.
“I took it out upon your request!” Integral announced triumphal, throwing her head backwards, frenzy in her pleasure. Her right hand had plunged deep into his left side and snagged his dead heart, immediately it liquefied into a black substance that poured inside his open wound to heal it, leaving her only with a rosy bit as small as a seed.
“Will the lady eat the Pomegranate seed to become invincible? To rule the underworld as much as Midian?” Alucard offered, his jaw tightening by one of her purposeful insidious motions. She smiled down him before eating the piece of his cold flesh, it burnt like fire on her throat, fueling her passion, tempting her to pass over the edge.
“I am eating your wings, Bird of Hermes, you who have pulled me to the underworld instead of rescue me from its grasp,” Integral declared, feeling his nails digging intp her skin by the tension she built on him. He was unable to cut her fully, she had the power, she had the wings of both. “Let it be perfect,” she said, licking her bloodied lips as the intoxicating effect of his flesh passed. “The Forbidden Fruit was delicious.”
Alucard’s response was caught between a growl and a moan. Integral was satisfied by it, spreading her arms wide, she buckled down over him one last time, her eyes flashed blue to feline red as she inhaled the smell of death around them, their kingdom of impaled foes. Unlike him, she did not cry out when she reached climax, her victory was of a maiden of steel - silent and quiet in gloating.
Arching her back, Integral collapsed against his chest, her mouth kissed his cheek gently in near apology by her violence. Alucard was panting either by effect or because he was truly affected by her Amazon display, still ejaculating against her thigh. The wind was warm and wrapped around their bodies, cooling now after the heated act. She rolled over to his side, facing him, lying over her elbow and wondering when the soreness would start.
“Count,” Integral spoke before him, toying with his curly hair, tickling his beard. Her head was light, relinquishing any remorse in the aftermath of the consummation.
“Yes, Countess?”
“Your Lady is famished. You should open the kingdom for visitors, whatever vermin is unwanted in other kingdoms.”
“As you wish,” Alucard inclined her head, caressing the line of her waist and hip.
“Also, hand me the bag near my books,” she waved towards the direction of her belongings before tearing apart the last remains of her shirt and skirt. “I brought a change of clothes. I knew the last stage would be everything but courtly,” she admitted, biting a laugh at Alucard’s mocking insulted look. “You will still have to court me, don’t let the flame be consumed to nothing.”
“We won’t but,” Alucard agreed, reluctantly standing to search her bag. “Let us take less than ten years next time.”
God, that was hard to beta. XD