Allucard finally fucking the hell out of shy darling whos secretly want him bit doesn't have the guts to do it with him
He had been waiting for this moment for the absolute longest. You'd always been the more quiet and reserved and that is what made him so obsessed with you. Things took time though and you guys relationship went so slowly compared to others. It was intentional but he just didn't want to scare you off because he knew he was pretty intense. But when he finally got his hands on you it was like he died and went to heaven. You slipped up while you guys were just talking about your relationship. Nothing serious just about how you wanted "more" and he pounced on you like a dog in heat.
"This enough for you, huh? Gods you don't know how long I waited for this." His voice filled your ears with each lewd thing he said. He had you on your back in his coffin, your hands wrapped around his neck. All of his weight was pressed against you while he fucked you into the makeshift bed.
Usually he'd take his time, draw everything out to make it perfect. Not this time. He was fucking you like it'd be the last time he see you. "You're fucking killing me baby. Sucking me in so damn good." You could barely understand what he was saying too out of it. Your nails left deep marks in his pasty skin and he just craved more.
Was he thinking at the moment? Absolutely not. Acting on pure inhuman instinct. His hand crept and crept up your skin till his hand gripped your collar bone. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his with a small whimper. And fuck did that do something to him. Looking at his thumb that traced your neck made him hungry.
The way you were looking at him. It was like you were begging for it and didn't even know. You were too blissed out in pleasure when you suddenly felt his fangs in your neck making you cry out. The sharp pain turned into bliss as his thrust sped up. He moaned into your skin before pulling back and licking up the blood.
"Drive me crazy. Need this all day. I know you let me, won't you baby?"
summary: gothic romance, blood-soaked devotion, and the terrible tenderness of being chosen by a monster
word count: 1,675
content: alucard x gn!reader, canon-typical violence, blood & blood drinking, vampirism, possessive behaviour, predatory romantic imagery, power imbalance, dark romance themes, references to monstrosity, implied trauma
a/n: yes this is romantic, no he is not safe 💀 alucard is less “boyfriend material” and more “ancient theological disaster who chooses you on purpose” which…unfortunately is the appeal 😭
Loving Alucard would feel like stepping willingly into the mouth of the night and discovering that the darkness already knows your name.
It would not be gentle in any ordinary sense. His affection would arrive dressed as provocation, possession and the flash of teeth behind a smile; his devotion would sound like laughter in a blood-soaked room and feel like a gloved hand finding yours beneath the table. He would not become less monstrous for loving you, nor would he ask you to become smaller so that he could keep you. Instead, he would learn every form that your courage takes, every scar time left upon you, and every self you had been forced to bury.
Alucard would fall in love with your will before he allowed himself to recognise your heart. Beauty might catch his eye and intelligence would certainly entertain him, but neither would be enough to hold the attention of a creature who has watched generations blossom and rot. What fascinates him is the moment you stand your ground, when you contradict him without trembling, refuse to be manipulated by his theatrics or retain your convictions while staring directly into the mouth of something monstrous. He does not need you to overpower him, he needs to know that you possess a self that he cannot easily consume. Once he realises that your courage is not performance, his interest deepens into something far more dangerous than hunger. It becomes respect, and Alucard does very little by halves once he has decided that somebody is worthy of it.
Provoking you would be one of Alucard's favourite forms of courtship. He delights in discovering precisely which comment will make your eyes narrow, which title sounds most infuriating in his voice and how close he can lean before you shove his face away with your palm. He may appear to be tormenting you purely for his own amusement and, admittedly, a substantial portion of it is exactly that, but there is affection threaded through the nuisance. Alucard wants your honest reactions rather than polished obedience; every sharp answer assures him that you are not disappearing beneath the weight of his presence. If you begin returning his remarks with equal precision, the entire relationship becomes and elaborate fencing match conducted with pet names, veiled threats, and increasingly shameless innuendo. He will look unbearably pleased whenever you manage to leave him momentarily speechless.
His possessiveness would only become truly intimate once you proved willing to claim him in return. Alucard can make the word "mine" sound like a royal decree, a threat and a caress all at once, but he has no interest in reducing you to an ornament kept beneath his coat. He understands too well what it means to be conquered, renamed, restrained, and owned by another's authority. What affects him is your voluntary answer; placing a hand against his chest, meeting that crimson stare and reminding him that belonging travels in both directions. He may laugh at your audacity, but the sound will carry something almost startled beneath it. Mutual possession becomes a private covenant between you rather than a leash, allowing him to indulge every ancient, territorial instinct he has without ever denying your sovereignty. You are his because you choose to be, and he is yours because, against every instinct sharpened by centuries, he chooses to remain.
Alucard would treat your consent with an intensity that contrasts sharply with his predatory manner. He enjoys pursuit, resistance, power, and the exquisite theatre of making you feel hunted, but the game matters to him precisely because you have agreed to play it. He pays close attention to every change in your breathing, posture and voice, often recognising genuine discomfort before you have found the words for it yourself. The moment something truly unsettles you, the performance stops. There is no ridicule, no punishment, and no attempt to persuade you past your limits; the monster simply becomes still and returns control to your hands. He may ask what frightened you in a voice stripped of its usual mockery, or merely remain nearby until you decide what you need. Your trust is not valuable because it makes you easier to overwhelm, it is valuable because you placed it in him freely, and Alucard knows exactly how sacred such a choice can be.
His tenderness would appear most clearly when nobody else was present to witness it. Alucard is unlikely to become openly sweet in any conventional sense, but after battle, when the laughter has faded and the bloodlust has cooled, he may seek you out with the silent inevitability of a shadow returning to its proper wall. He permits you to remove his hat, push damp hair away from his face or rest against him while his body finishes knitting itself back together. Sometimes he places his head in your lap without explanation, eyes closed, one gloved hand curved loosely around your ankle as though confirming that you remain there. He does not speak about exhaustion, grief or the centuries crowded behind his eyelids. He simply allows you near the places where the performance has worn thin. For Alucard, being witnessed without being commanded, feared or judged is a form of intimacy more naked than any confession.
Arguments with Alucard would be spectacular, infuriating, and almost never meaningless. He is ancient, proud and perfectly capable of turning emotional avoidance into a full theatrical production, complete with vanishing into shadows when you begin approaching a subject he would rather leave buried. You would need enough stubbornness to call him back and enough discernment to know when pursuit would only drive him deeper into himself. He rarely offers neat apologies; "I was wrong" appears to have been personally outlawed sometime in the fifteenth century. Instead, he repairs through action. He returns when he previously disappeared, places himself between you and danger after you accused him of carelessness, or silently corrects the behaviour that hurt you while pretending the change occurred by coincidence. You learn to demand accountability without expecting him to become emotionally ordinary, while he learns that loving you means allowing his choices to have consequences beyond his own ruined conscience.
His protection of you would be terrifying, but he would have to learn that protection is not the same as control. Alucard's first instinct when somebody threatens you is not heroic restraint; it is the awakening of an old prince who once answered insult with forests of impaled bodies. He can become horrifyingly calm when enraged, smiling as the room darkens and every shadow develops teeth. However, he respects strength too deeply to enjoy making you helpless for your own supposed safety. If you are capable of defending yourself, he eventually learns to stand beside you rather than lock you behind him, although his eyes never leave the threat. The two of you may argue when he intervenes against your wishes, especially when his devotion becomes indistinguishable from vengeance. Still, an insult or injury directed at you strikes him personally. Loving you gives his violence a focal point, and the world soon learns that his beloved is not a weakness; you are the reason the weapon has chosen a target.
Alucard would remember every version of you that time attempted to erase. He notices the small evolutions: an abandoned habit, a new scar, the first silver thread in your hair, the way your laughter changes after grief and the expressions you no longer make because life taught you to conceal them. His pet names often carry histories he refuses to explain, sometimes reaching back to an insignificant conversation you assumed he had forgotten decades earlier. This memory can be unsettling, but it is also one of the deepest forms his devotion takes. Alucard does not love only the person standing before him tonight, he loves the accumulated procession of selves that brought you here, including those you have outgrown, mourned, or struggle to forgive. He will not permit you to reduce yourself to your worst moment because he has seen too much of you to mistake one wound for the entire creature.
Sharing blood with Alucard would be an act of trust rather than casual feeding. Whether you are human, vampire, or something stranger, blood carries memory, identity and possession too powerfully for him to treat the exchange as meaningless. When he feeds from you, there is an almost ceremonial restraint beneath the hunger; one hand anchors you, his senses remain fixed on every beat of your pulse and he stops the instant your body has given enough. Allowing you to drink from him is rarer still. His blood is ancient and crowded, dense with power and the remnants of innumerable lives, so he keeps you present through the connection, slowing you when the hunger begins swallowing thought without denying what you need. The intimacy lies in the regulation rather than the refusal. He trusts you near the abyss within him, and you trust that even at his most ravenous, he will not allow either of you to turn surrender into harm.
Loving Alucard would ultimately mean becoming the place to which he chooses to return. You cannot redeem him, absolve him, or restore the man he was before blood remade his soul, and attempting to do so would only insult you both. What you can offer is recognition, the ability to see Vlad, Dracula, Hellsing's weapon, the laughing battlefield horror and the weary creature who appears beside you before dawn as parts of the same being. In return, he lets you become continuity within a life defined by conquest, burial and loss. Home ceases to be a kingdom, coffin, or organisation and becomes the certainty of your presence, even when you are furious with him. Alucard may vanish into war, shadow, or the labyrinth of his own mind, but loving you alters the form of that absence. Somewhere in the darkness, there is now a direction marked by your name, and the monster who once longed only for an ending begins finding reasons to come back.
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"Give me your list of enemies. I shall bring their heads on spikes as a marriage proposal."- Yandere Alucard.
"You... Uh, you certainly don't need to do this." you blinked, trying to rationalize in which situation something like this could count as a marriage gift.
Was it a vampire custom, maybe? A very bloody custom, then, you thought as you could feel your face twisting into a grimace.
You didn't move at first, still trying to process everything as you pretend that his words didn't hit you like a physical blow. And, as the initial shock fades after a long, pregnant silent, something else rises up to take its place. Not fear, not horror, but a deep, aching sadness for him.
You look at Alucard, really look at him. At the ancient loneliness in his crimson eyes, hidden behind a mask of confident menace and the danger you grew to love. At the way he stands, poised for a reaction, ready to be rejected or feared or fought. At the offering he's made, not a ring, not a poem, not a declaration of love, but death. Because that's all he knows how to give.
"Oh, honey," you whisper. "Oh, my love..."
You sigh, a soft, shaky exhale. Then, slowly, you reach out and gently take his hand, same one that is still with his fingers in the trigger of his guns. You feel the coolness of his skin, the impossible strength in his fingers.
And you hold on.
Alucard stiffens. No one calls him 'honey.' No one touches him like this, like he's something precious, not something to be feared. He's not used to that, and maybe that's why his dead heart starts beating only for you.
"You've been alone for so long," you continue, your voice thick with understanding as your hand went to his face, thumb caressing his cheek with a gentle touch. "So long that you've forgotten how humans show love. You've forgotten that we don't prove our devotion with terror and trophies."
You lift his hand and press it gently against your own chest, letting him feel the steady, living beat of your heart. "This," you say softly. "This is what you're supposed to offer. Not their hearts. Mine. And you already have it. You've had it for a while now, you dramatic vampire king."
You look up at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears. "The proposal I want involves you. And me. And maybe a quiet night in with terrible movies and takeout food for me. It involves you drinking my blood and maybe a quickie or two. It involves building something together that isn't built on graves."
You squeeze his hand hard enough for him to let go of his weapons. They fall to the floor and you both ignore them, as you can feel entirely his hands on yours now. "You don't need to bring me death. You just need to be here. That's all I've ever wanted."
Alucard stares down at you, and for the first time in centuries, something in his chest ache, a feeling so unfamiliar he almost doesn't recognize it.
You smile, soft and warm. "The heads are a hard no no, though. Just so we're clear."
Hope.
Love blooming in his chest.
Happiness.
He feel lightheaded.
A tear, red-tinged, slips down Alucard's cheek. He doesn't wipe it away. He isn't ashamed.
Here you are being bend over so pretty for the greedy vampire that just loved to sink deep inside you. Who adores you and your tight pussy
Hello together, I mean we can all agree that this man is the best vampire in the entire world. And currently I am a little more than usual into vampy stuff💀🤌🏻 so enjoy this smūt I wrote for him. Like damn he gets me so much 👀🤣 and I am just a girl wants to be bend over by a vampire 🤣💀
Wordcount: 2,4K
Warnings: smūt, dirty talk, doggystyle, pet names, mentions of drinking blood, corruption
You were panting and oh so sensitive. Such a cute girl you were. So small compared to his large frame, he loomed over your body. Every thrust, a mean testament toward his devotion for you.
You had been so pure, and in his eyes you still were. This was just your second time indulging in pleasures like this. It was endearing for the old vampire, how you still tried to maintain any kind of composure. How you didn't even understand why you were so alluring to him. You tried to hold in your whimpers, but his thick, girthy cock made it hard. He had such a handsome dick. Pale with a rosy tip and these veins that you felt along your inner walls. It was the second time, but the first time you did it doggy with him. It was quite cute how you reacted when he wanted you like this.
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„What, you want to....make love to me from behind?" you asked, a little taken aback at first. Your eyes looking at him like a doe. So adorable. Even too shy to say he wanted to fuck you, more like making love. And well, he loved you, so this wasn't particular wrong, right?
The tall vampire stepped closer, tilting your chin up with his gloved hand. Oh, you always had empathy, even for a monster like him. He admired that. His thumb brushed over the curve of your cheek.
„You would look wonderful like this, trust me, little one. I know you can take it for me, don't you?" he spoke, a booming voice making your heart flutter. You were always eager to please and be a good girl. Especially towards him. And you would lie when it wouldn't have felt good when he took your virginity.
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And now you found yourself being bent over, panting and gasping for air. Your hands clutched at the expensive silken sheets underneath you. Your face so flushed. "No, darling keep that pretty arch." his voice spoke both large hands grabbed your waist, sliding up higher to the small of your back, feeling every inch there of your smooth creamy skin. Slightly pushing down on your back, so your pretty ass was arched up high, and he had this easy access to your cunt.
And hell, he devoured you whole. Every thick inch buried in your tight little pussy, and it didn't help that you were such a responsive little thing.
He thought it was endearing how every little touch made you whimper or let your skin flush. But how could it not?
He was that tall vampire gentlemen who certainly is the most powerful vampire in the world, and he chose you, of all people, he chose the modest, innocent little mouse that always brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, when she was nervous.
Turned out you were nervous around him, but for other reasons than he thought before.
And now having you like this? How delicate you just were to him.
Such a wet pussy that greeted his thick shaft, making him groan just so delightful in your ear, when he entered.
He tried to be gentle with you, for the fact that he knew he had been your first. And Alucard never took that gift of your purity lightly, cherishing and worshiping every inch of your body.
When he pushed down on your back, and felt him sink even deeper, so his heavy balls brushed your clit, you hissed in pleasure, your face in the blanket beneath you. Struggling to open up for him, although he was so deep inside you. But this position made you feel more vurnable, as you tried to breathe through the fact that he had you at his mercy, trying to stay nice and open for him. But Alucard was not cruel, not to you. He had entered you slowly, and before that he had got you all nice and wet for him.
"And now you have just all of me inside you, such a good girl." he murmured, before he continued to thrust inside you.
And he struggled to keep control, struggled to not just take you to his liking now, giving you time to feel him, time to adjust. But you felt so deliciously tight around him.
"Alucard..." you whimpered, a moan escaping your lips after that.
You were barely able to speak with how girthy he was, but it felt good.
Slowly but surely it builds up, easing your muscles, and just then he picked up the pace.
Black silky raven hair hung in strands over his face as his crimson eyes observed your perfect body.
The way your ass bounced against his pelvis every time he thrusts inside you. The way your skin were yielding under his touch.
And the way you smelled, you smelled divine, your blood, your very essence, your sweet, sweet nectar of arousal between your thighs. No matter what it was, it had him whipped, with adoration and satisfaction. So utterly his, so willingly to open up for him. Getting your pussy fucked so delicious.
"Alucard, f-faster." you finally managed to choke out a word, god it was cute. A breathless moan coming out of your parted lips, and you heard him chuckle. A deep vibrating sound, making your pussy clench around him in response.
"Darling, where are your manners you always try to keep up? Ask nicely." he said, his one hand traveled down your spine back to your ass cheek, before giving it a good squeeze that made you hitch. He wanted to lure it out of you. Being a naughty little thing, wanting to corrupt you.
"Please." you pouted in frustration, slowly trying to fuck yourself just a little back into him, a nice try, but just a try before he pulled a little back, leaving you wanting.
Alucard, liked when you were brought out of your comfort zone, you wanted his dick? You wanted him to go faster? You would need so communicated it directly, not matter how much he knew you needed it. So patient with his girl.
"I fear you need to recall your plea a little more direct, tell me exactly what you want from me, my sweet." his voice rich and dark, making you feel weak, making you feel like a dark mist was settling in your mind, your pussy throbbing. As you then tried to support yourself on your hands when you tried to look just a little bit over your shoulder. You struggled to say it, and he loved it...
"Please, take me faster. I want it so bad, please, Sir." you begged, and your sweet voice like a ringing in his ear, making him pause indeed for a moment. Leaning over you.
Still his cock seated inside your wet heat, pulsing with need and fluttered around him. And you called him Sir, you always did that before you two were even a thing. You were always such so polite, never forgot your manners, until now.
So innocent, but when he looked at you, the way your eyes watched him, so lewd suddenly, your pretty lips parting with a gasp. His chiseled, strong chest pressed against your back as he leaned over. The other cold hand of him coming to brush a strand of hair tenderly out of your face.
"So innocent, and yet begging so filthy for a cock inside you." he stated with a smirk, making you blush. "But I give you what you want, little one. You deserve it either way." he added, kissing your temple before he would just give you the meanest thrust ever.
And when he picked up his speed, oh it had you moaning, you couldn't keep it in any longer. His dick always hit that spongy part inside you, making you shudder.
You were just so lost, eyes rolling back as you were simply a little mess, your juices flowing out of you, because it was such so good, the way he fucked you, so good it had you drooling.
"So, oh...sooo good." you gave from you, hands grabbing the sheets tighter and your cheek pressed against the soft fabric, until you noticed how a hand of him wrapped around your neck.
Grabbing your tender throat, he had feasted before. Smearing the last leaking remnants from his bite marks over your skin, pulling on your neck, making you lift your head.
Free hand settled on the place where thigh and hip were meeting, fingers digging into your soft flesh.
Alucard leaned over, his breath so hot against your ear, choking you oh, so gently with such a little amount of strength he had inside him. Such a fragile thing you were, but you looked so alluring, all helpless and wanting underneath him. Giving him everything so willingly.
His raven hair tickled your cheek, feeling how his nose brushed against your face.
"You feel so divine wrapped around me, like as if you would be a sin personified." he whispered, before you heard a deep growl.
He didn't slow down, of course not, not when he had you literally crossed eyed and your cunt drooling down his cock.
"You have such a sinful cunt, don't you, my dear." he cooed, as if he would tell you how much he loved you, but in truth he was rearranged your insides. And these cute little 'oh's' you let out, these pants of short breath.
How your breath hitched when his balls hit your puffy clit, you couldn't help yourself now, just moving into him, wanting to please him, as you always wanted.
So lovely, and so alluring. Alone your blood, it tasted like a rich, sweet wine to him, he would want to get drunk on it. But the way your wet pussy was grabbing him now? He couldn't decide what was even better.
Alone, the way he sounded so calm but spoke so dirty.
"Answer, little one. Want to hear your sweet voice." he urged you loving. It amused him to a certain degree, to hear you trying to speak in complete sentences, although your pussy was stuffed full of him.
And since he pounded you into oblivion, you couldn't even think about how embarrassing it might be for you.
"I am only sinful for you." you replied with that pretty moan that followed, when you felt how that one prominent vein dragged along your inner walls.
"Oh indeed you are, no wonder you tempt me always like this. Your smell, the way you look, the way you care about me, your taste. All of you were made to..." he started speaking before he gave you a particular deep stroke, making your body now jolt.
"...to fucking tempt me." he added then, before his hand let go of your throat. It was like the wolf devoured the innocent lamb.
"Oh god...ohhh." you whimpered with that long and deep thrust, feeling that knot inside you. The hot feeling of butterflies in your tummy when he was doing that.
"God can't hear you when you are with me, little one. Not that you would need a god, when you have me." he snickered, and you earned another deep stroke. Both hands now on your hips.
And then, then he started to pound into your cute, little cunt, having your keen and babble about how much you loved him.
Alucards head fell back, just feeling you now, so hot and warm, and yet your pussy so tender and grabbing him like a vice.
"So perfect..." he groaned, his own cock pulsing with the need of release, your pussy way too good, than to stop.
"So pure and sweet..." he added, when he heard your cute little confessions all over again, like it would be a hymn just existing for him, that only can be sang from you.
And you felt the need to cum, grew so strong you couldn't even hold it anymore.
"Gonna....gonna cum." you let out, and he gave a sharp smack on your ass, leaving a red printed mark on it, stroking over the spot with his cold hand to soothe it, and this had you tumbling over the edge. Pussy milking him, for everything you wanted him to give you, for every sweet, salty drop of his white, pearly cum.
Tongue lolling out as you arched your back even deeper and wanting to have him cum so, so deep inside you.
The way you pushed your pussy against his dick, the way you squeezed him just so perfectly. Alucards fingers dug into your soft skin, holding you tight in the spot. His thick cock buried to the hilt inside you before he shoots, loads and loads of thick cum inside you. Muscles tensing and flexing. A sexy moan when he came left his lips, his fangs peaking out, you made him always just so hungry, no matter what you give him.
"You did so great, my love. You took me so well." he praised you, with a strained voice, fighting the urge to just keep thrusting. Not wanting to overwhelm his sweet mouse.
After a moment of basking in the afterglow, he pulled out, watching how some drops of cum trickled down your pussy lips and thighs. His thumb coming up just to smear it over your still sensitive parts. He liked this cute little shudder.
Then he wrapped his two arms around you, pulling you back into his embrace, no matter how dirty he would fuck you, he would want you to know he adored you. You were the queen of his heart, and Alucard never would be a man to hide this fact from you when it was utterly true.
After you caught your breath, you were finally able to speak. Usually you were a clever, young lady, always knowing what to say and what not. But when it was the moment he sunk his dick inside you? You were lucky, when you would be able to remember your name.
"This was...quiet likeable. I mean, I thought it would be a little too much, but when are we having the next round?" you asked, shy but adorable with the curiosity in your eyes. The old vampire chuckled, and a smile tugged on his lips.
"Oh, so I left you wanting more? I bend you over any time, my love. But you should gain a little rest, because I intend to devour you over and over again that way, when you wish it." he whispered against your ear. Fingers stroking over your back and arm, making you feel loved and safe with him. Opening up to him in ways he knew you usually never did to someone. And this was what he craved, the connection and love that sensed in the whole air around you two, the trust you placed in him, and the love he holds for you, for your being.
🩸 synopsis: At a party at the Hellsing mansion, you manage to satisfy your curiosity about the vampire that Integra keeps under lock and key.
🩸 wc: + warnings: 5k- MDNI, NSFW content, f!reader, cunnilingus fingering, piv, crying, bites and marks, rough sex, breeding/creampie, 20+ characters. (also on ao3 and playlist )
Integra already had too many problems in her house, those fucking pigs demanding a party at her house, to have you, a successful woman and friend pestering her with your curiosity about the vampire she kept in the basement, for the safety of humans like you. You looked at her with your beady eyes shining, pouting and clasped your hands together, almost lying down on her desk.
She stared at you and sighed heavily, calling for a man who soon entered the room. “Take her to him and tell him not to break her. I want her back up here in one piece.”
The man nodded and you, alternating your gaze between the man and Integra, still surprised that she let you know her toy, hugged her and jumped out of the room before she changed her mind. You followed the tall man, probably a human, through the huge, endless corridors of the Hellsing mansion, both muted, just the clatter of your shoes against the stone floor and a few corner glances the man gave you as you two got lower and lower.
You were anxious. You felt your heart pounding in your throat and your sweaty hands trembling with each step you took, reaching the end of a dark corridor. The man stopped in front of a metal door and opened the various locks, opening the door and entering with you. You blinked a few times, trying to get used to the darkness of the place, just a small light illuminating a piece of that basement. You couldn’t see it, but something was there, the presence so strong in the air, pulling you deeper into the darkness.
“What do mere humans do here?” A loud and thick voice in a mocking tone echoed through the place, startling you, and suddenly a powerful light was present in the place, illuminating what seemed to be a room, a basement, and really a prison.
“Integra sent the human. She wants her whole up there and warned you not to break her.” The voice of the man behind you made you turn to see him walking away and closing the door, leaving you alone with the creature, laughing loudly.
You were alone with what would be the vampire of Integra; Now there was no turning back. All that was left for you to do was to continue until the end. You turned around again and saw the figure of a tall man in a red coat and hat, long black hair covering half of his face adorned by orange glasses and running down his shoulders, his hands crossed over his bent knees, the posture as if he were an emperor; The man smirked, showing his fangs, and you shivered, still amazed by the presence of that handsome man, a warmth spreading through your body along with the tingling and agitation of curiosity.
“What do you want down here in this beautiful, secluded basement next to a deadly creature while a safe, humane party takes place up there?” The voice echoed again through the stone walls, seeming to hit your entire body, making you vibrate from head to toe, still staring at that man. “Integra doesn’t send snacks...”
You felt a shiver run down your spine as you saw the man’s smile widen as he lowered his head and stared at you over his glasses, reddish-orange eyes stuck on your figure. You swallowed hard and took a step forward, heading close to him; you knew that Integra’s pet would not attack without its owner’s orders. “Integra just let me solve my doubts about the vampire she keeps down here. That’s all...” You looked at the place, little decorated, just a coffin, the chair he occupied and a table with a bottle and glass filled with a strong red liquid, blood.
“No bed...” You whispered, approaching the coffin and inspecting the object. The man kept sitting in the same pose, letting you wander around his place, but you felt his eyes on you somehow.
The creature let out a laugh, making heat spread through your body as his deep voice sounded so close to your ear, making you turn around and see that he was still in the chair. “Vampires don’t sleep, human.”
“Never? Interesting, but this was already expected.” You said, walking back near him, your white dress swaying as you wandered around, stopping in front of the creature at a safe distance. “You don’t look like a vampire, you look like a normal three-five-year-old man...”
“And what exactly vampires should look like?” The man asked before bringing the glass to his lips and putting it back down without making a sound. You squinted at him, noticing that he was motionless, no sign of breathing. “Like deadly monsters showing their fangs to anyone and attacking all humans?"
You shrugged. “Maybe. Your reddened eyes prove you are not just any handsome man.” You noticed his eyes became redder and when he took his glasses out, showing them in full, you lost yourself in the intensity of the red, letting babbling escape. “Powers... Do you have powers?”
You heard the man laugh quietly and before you knew it, you were in the doorway, about to hit the metal. You startled, looking back at where you had been minutes before and now you were here. The man, still sitting, smiled and raised his gloved hands. “What do you think, human?” Before you could answer, the man got up and disappeared from your sight, appearing on your right side and disappeared as soon as you turned around, disappearing from the room completely.
“I recognize your smell, human. You were already countless times here in the mansion. You’re a friend of Integra, one of her few friends. I thank you for that, but you shouldn’t abuse her friendship or play detective with her pet. It can be dangerous, human.”
His voice echoed through the room, but he was nowhere to be found, making you run your eyes over the empty place, your breathing quickening and a mix of sensations growing inside you. You were alert when you heard him say the word you had thought of. Could he...?
“Oh yes. I read thoughts. I know exactly what you came down here to do.” You felt his voice in the back of your neck and turned around, finding nothing. The creature, showing itself to be really a vampire, fascinated you with that. It was amazing how he was all over the place, but he wasn’t. You were vibrating, your mind racing in a million thoughts. “I admit, you are a brave human and... very curious for a mere mortal.”
The creature was sitting back in the chair, and you approached in quick steps, pausing as you noticed the creepy, almost predatory smile on its lips. “Many say that I am not like other women. Integra also thinks so, so we are friends.” The creature nodded and didn’t take its reddened eyes away from you. Those eyes seemed to pull you closer, alternating your gaze between the vampire’s eyes and mouth.
“Alucard.” The man, Alucard, answered the question, asked inside your head. You pulled back a bit when you heard his voice echoing inside your head, answering several questions you had in the most animalistic way possible. He was amused by watching you widen your eyes and falter your steps when given detailed information about the taste of blood and how it killed and fed.
You swallowed, thinking about the question he asked inside your head. No, you wouldn’t give up now, right now that you were so close to solving your doubts about the creature.
Alucard laughed loudly and changed his position in the chair, his red eyes watching you intently, as if you were his prey. “You still don’t leave, do you?”
You nodded weakly, torn between approaching or staying at the distance you were possibly safe. You felt your body react strangely, your insides screamed to run out of that place, that that man in front of you could tear you apart in the blink of an eye, but that was electrifying, that fear coursing through your veins, your body trembling in alert and the form of a creature feared by all, capable of anything not humanly possible.... You were tempted to go all the way.
“My main doubt, Alucard, as you already know, is whether vampires have blood circulation or not, whether they can sustain an erection...” You began, letting the rest of the sentence die in the air, getting lost in the violent images that appeared in your mind; images of Alucard fighting and killing.
You got lost inside your own head, bothered by those images and the amount of blood that flooded your head. You came back to reality when you heard the loud laughter, trying to focus the blurry vision on the man standing in front of you, very close to you. You were no longer distant from him; you were too close, in front of the small table, stuck between him and the table. You saw him rise, his body covering yours as he took off his hat and lowered himself to the level of your face, making you cringe.
“I smell fear and... horniness.” Alucard pinned you against the small table, his arms caging you as he brought his face closer to yours. “Are you horny, human?”
You swallowed, squinting and trying to control your breathing, almost moaning when you heard his voice so close to your ear. “I don’t deny that the idea of knowing how you are-“
“Having sex with a vampire?” He corrected your speech, creating more space for him between your legs.
“Yeah, have sex with a vampire. With you, in this case, is extremely exciting.” You ended the sentence with a little sly smile, which did not go unnoticed by the vampire. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back when he brushed his nose against your neck.
“I can kill you...” He whispered against your warm skin, humming as he felt your pulse racing beneath his lips.
You sighed heavily, tilting your head to give him more space and feel the icy lips playing with your neck. “Still want you…”
Alucard laughed softly against your skin, the warm air chilling you and making your corset-breasted chest rise and fall quickly, drawing the attention of the bright red eyes as he pulled away from you.
“Humans really are such fascinating creatures.” The red eyes circled every corner of your face, searching for something other than the expression of pleasure mixed with longing, but he found nothing.
Alucard smiled widely, showing the row of white teeth and the pointed fangs that at any moment could carve your body open, and skirted your swollen lips with his gloved thumb, playing with you.
“Don’t forget that it was you who wished for this, dear.” Alucard hummed, still playing with your lips, and you nodded quickly, sliding the tip of your tongue down his finger. “Great. It’s been a long time since I’ve had such an interesting human companion.”
You had to rest your hands on the small table so as not to fall backwards when Alucard advanced on you, pinning your neck with one hand and with the other pulling your exposed thigh through the dress, squeezing the flesh with desire.
“Oh, my God..” You moaned heavily against his mouth, feeling electricity run through your body and focus in the middle of your spread legs to accommodate Alucard’s enormous figure.
“God, no, dear. Me.” Alucard kissed you in a hurry, pressing your lips to move the way he wanted and forcing his tongue in, earning a muffled moan as he explored your mouth and pulled you closer to him.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him on top of you; the two almost lying on the table as you kissed each other eagerly.
Alucard’s gloved hands explored your body, squeezing and scratching every corner of exposed skin for him to take advantage of and mark the way he wanted.
He let out a grumble when you bit and sucked on his lower lip, returning to kiss you with desire, feeling the strong taste of iron from the blood he had drunk earlier. Neither of you stopped the kiss, exploring each other’s mouths and tongues, swallowing saliva and muffled moans.
You moaned loudly against his mouth as you felt his bulge pressing against your intimacy, pressing your legs against his waist and rubbing against him. “Alucard...”
He smiled against your swollen lips and went down, tracing wet kisses down your neck until he reached the neckline of the dress, sucking a part of one of your breasts that went up and down quickly. You trapped a hand on his long, black strands, pressing him against the warm skin that was mistreated with bites and hickeys, making you moan and roll against his waist for more contact.
Alucard ran his hands around your body over the dress and kneaded your breasts, happy with the way they molded themselves in his caresses. He tore your dress, freeing your marked breasts and went back to delighting in you.
“Ngh... Alucard... slowly...” You grumbled, pulling his strands away from your sensitive body, but it was useless since he had much more strength and continued to suck one breast, rotating his large tongue through the areola and distributing bites throughout the region. “Alucard, please... Ah!”
Alucard moved away slightly, making you grumble at the lack of contact and half-open your eyes, finding him staring at you coldly with those red ruby eyes and his mouth glistening with saliva. He continued squeezing your breasts, admiring the teeth marks he left and moved closer to your face, brushing his nose against yours. “You asked for it, human.”
Those words, almost a threat, should make you want to run away, have extreme fear, but it only excited you more, sending horniness directly to your already wet pussy. You arched your back as you felt Alucard’s mouth back on your body, intensifying the bites and hickeys.
It was painful, and you writhed underneath him, grabbing and pulling what you could of him away, but you also wanted more of that feeling, rubbing against his pelvic and feeling the bulge forming. You moaned loudly, squeezing around nothing and feeling how wet you were.
Alucard stopped, satisfied with mistreating your breasts and pulled away to face you, almost lying over the table, red, panting and marked by him. He smiled sadistically and slid his hands through the folds of your dress, uttering a grumble as he found your thighs and caressed them.
You grunted as you felt his gloved hands rising near the place you needed Alucard most, and shuddered as he ran his thumbs lightly over your intimacy.
“You smell aroused, human...” He hummed, inhaling more of your scent near your neck and ran his tongue over the area while his hands remained under your dress, playing with the insides of your legs. “I wonder what your taste will be, human. Will it be as good as your sly moans calling me as you rub against me?”
You hang your head back, biting your lower lip as you felt his big toe pressing your clitoris over the fabric and rolling over for more sensation.
“So needy...” Alucard blew into your ear and laughed softly as you grabbed his arms and held back your moans. “Do you want me that much, human?”
You pulled your head away from his lips, fighting the urge to receive more caresses, and rested your head on your shoulders, staring at the red eyes that devoured you. You smiled languidly and even though you knew you were entering much more dangerous terrain, but couldn’t help it, you said, “Why don’t you find out how much I need you and what I taste like by eating me, huh?”
Alucard laughed out loud, incredulity and interest growing inside him, and showed his white teeth shining in the low light of the room, approached your mouth and whispered against it. “You don’t know the danger you’re in by not controlling this sassy human mouth.”
You were about to make another sassy comment, but Alucard’s large hands, held around your waist, pulled you sharply to the edge of the table, forcing you to lie down on the small surface while he lifted the layers of fabric until it exposed your bottom.
Alucard hissed at the sight of the thin, wet piece that covered your pussy. You felt embarrassed by the exposure and closed your legs, causing Alucard to click his tongue in disapproval and spread your legs again tightly, his gloved hands squeezing the soft insides.
“You’d better keep those legs wide open...” Alucard kept his bright red eyes locked in yours as he slowly took off your panties, sliding his hands down the sides of your thighs. The white fangs shone in the crooked smile that formed when he saw your pussy waiting to receive his attention.
You heard your heart pounding in your ears, and Alucard listened too, utterly glad that he was the reason you were so nervous; scared and horny simultaneously. The way your warm blood ran through your veins made Alucard control himself so as not to get into trouble for Integra.
“Alucard...” You drove your head back, squeezing your fingers on the edge of the table as he ran two gloved fingers through your folds, opening them up and spreading your liquid all over your pussy. Your quickening breathing and muffled mumbling escaped as he increased the caress, circling your bud with his thumb and two fingers at your entrance. “Alu-Ngh!”
Alucard laughed out loud as he felt you squeezing the tips of both fingers inside you, trying to get more of those long, nimble fingers. He withdrew his fingers and moved his hand up towards your mouth. It took you a while to understand what he wanted, but you bit the tip of the glove, holding it and he pulled his hand out, showing the large hand marked at the top; You wanted to know what that symbol was, but he probably wouldn’t tell.
You saw Alucard kneel, his hands clasping your legs apart, closing in on your pussy, throbbing and dripping wet for attention. “Keep your legs open and make good use of this little mouth, human. No one will listen to you here....”
That feeling of dread ran down your spine, stopping at the base of your back and dissolved into a loud moan as you felt Alucard breathing against your pussy and his tongue licking from bottom to top, circling and sucking your clit in slow movements, repeating the action all again.
“Ah! Alu-Ngh!” You shuddered as you felt him bury his face in you, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit as he stuck his long tongue inside you, working in quick back-and-forth motions. “Alucard! Oh! Fuck... Ah!”
Alucard smiled and rubbed his face against your wet pussy, diving two fingers inside you and working them together with his tongue, making you grab the table with one hand and bring the other to his black strands, pulling his face against you as you rolled on his face, increasing the pleasure.
Your loud moans echoed in the small room along with the wet noises of Alucard’s mouth sucking and licking your pussy, moaning against you, adding sensations to the pleasure you felt.
“Alucard... Oh! I... Ngh...” You squeezed your legs around his head, feeling that you were close to cumming in his mouth, which swallowed your liquid with pleasure, but he stopped sucking you at the same moment he parted your legs with force.
You grumbled in protest, panting and red, your spread legs shaking under his grip and your pussy gushing liquid that ran down your ass and dirtying the table as much as you smeared his shiny face.
“Splendid, human.” His hoarse voice echoed, and you shivered, trying to keep your eyes open to appreciate the figure of the vampire approaching. “As tasty as blood. Perfect.”
He brushed his moist lips with your liquid against yours and pulled away before you kissed him, following behind his lips, being stopped by the hand on your throat, squeezing lightly.
“Alucard, please...” You whispered with your eyes closed, feeling the pressure of his hand on your throat and his waist rubbing against you, the bulge of his pants fitted to your pussy, sending pleasure all over your body. “Please...”
“Hmm?” Alucard had fun with you, driving you crazy just to hear you beg. “Please, what human?”
You grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails into the thick red coat and rolled against him, synchronizing the waist movements. “I need you...”
“Use your mouth decently, human.” You went up one hand to his cheek, caressing the cold skin and slid the other into the bulge of his pants, squeezing and rubbing, making him suck his breath.
“I want you to fuck me, Alucard.” You saw the flaming ruby red eyes and the sadistic smile widening.
“Your wish is my command.” Alucard unzipped and his hurried hands slid down the pants he was wearing, unleashing what you wanted so much.
You stopped for a while, amazed at that; a big hard cock of a vampire. You alternated your gaze between Alucard’s cock and eyes, not knowing what to do with the information.
“Why so surprised? Isn’t that what you wanted, human?” Alucard took your hand and took it to his own cock. “You can play it at will.”
You looked at him and his cock, moistening your lips and started masturbating him, feeling the weight, the softness and the warmth. You had so many questions simultaneously that you wanted that enormous cock inside your mouth, inside you fucking you.
“Are you not dead?” Alucard laughed out loud, the laughter vibrating inside him and on the walls of that room. You looked up, still working your hands on the hot, throbbing cock. “How is it possible?”
“Don’t worry that little head too much, human.” Alucard now understood why Integra let you wander around his room; You were just as curious as she was at the beginning of their alliance. You really were a very curious friend.
“I’m dead. I’ve died three times, but I’m not completely dead...” Alucard fit in between your legs, making you rub his cock in your pussy, both moaning with the sensation. You fitted the head of his cock to your entrance and intertwined your legs around his waist when you felt the tightness of his gigantic hands on your waist and his voice in your ear. “I’ll show you how dead I am.”
You moaned loudly, hanging your head back, your hands squeezing Alucard’s shoulders, feeling his big, thick cock making room inside your hot, small insides. You felt him spreading through your body, your stomach tightening as he settled completely inside you. You blinked bewildered, your open mouth stammering, drawing a laugh from Alucard, who was waiting for you to get used to it.
“Alucard... You are so big.. hot...” You sighed against his face, feeling Alucard heavy, hot, big inside you, shaping your pussy into the shape of his monster cock. “You’re so alive...”
Alucard let out a sneer, pulling you by the waist until he pressed you against him, going deeper inside you, making you moan, squinting in pleasure. “You don’t know how much, human...”
Alucard moved calmly, dragging his cock out and inside you, feeling every spasm of your pussy, squeezing and sucking him, wanting more than he was giving you. You whimpered, pressing against him, feeling empty every time he left and completely full when he entered, opening you in the middle and crawling through your gummy walls until you reached your cervix, making you sob the moan.
“Alucard... More... I want more...” You sighed softly, barely feeling your strength as he played with you, testing how far you could take in that mess, feeling him filling you to the last.
“I’ve barely begun to appreciate you, human.” Alucard mocked you, and even with your eyes closed, you knew he smiled. He was controlling himself not to increase the pace, thrusting deep inside you, taking out every kind of sound and reaction that your human body could make to feed his animalistic side. You had no idea how much he wanted to fuck you like an animal, put you on all fours and thrust his cock hard and fast, going deeper and deeper inside you, molding your pussy into his shape for you to never forget. “You have no idea how long I haven’t felt a human warmth squeezing me, molding itself around me, moaning my name, and delighting themselves with my fuck...”
“I’m going to enjoy every second of this, human.” Alucard’s voice and laughter echoed in your head with the wet noises of your pussy swallowing his cock and the moans you both let out for some time. You couldn’t remember how many times Alucard had you in that, begging him to go faster and deeper as you were close to cumming and felt his lips on every part of your body, but he would stop when you were near the apex and start all over again, going slower and slower.
“Alucard... Ngh... Ah...” Your voice came out hoarse and flawed, barely able to keep up with the immense pleasure your body felt when Alucard was fucking you slowly, widening your soaked pussy and playing with your swollen clitoris, both red and begging for relief. You felt Alucard enjoying every reaction you had, his body shaking as you melted into pleasure and whimpering, completely messed up by him. “Alu-Ah.. Alucard... Please...”
Alucard brought his face closer to yours, rubbing himself against your sweaty red skin, slowly going in and out of you, almost falling off the table, and held your waist forcing you to feel him pulsing inside you, his cock getting heavier and heavier and inside you, seeming to consume himself with you. “Hmm? What did you say, human?”
You shuddered as you felt Alucard’s tongue licking from your throat to your mouth, forcing his long tongue into the cavity and exploring it, savoring your moans and the salty taste of tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling the long black strands and kissed him with the same intensity, as if you were bewitched by that vampire, awakening from the deep stupor that was minutes ago and rubbing against him, going at the pace you so badly needed.
You were panting when you parted, noticing that the vampire didn’t need air as much as you did. He could go on for hours and have you completely destroyed... You shivered and involuntarily squeezed Alucard’s cock when you finally assimilated the words he had spoken long ago before he started that. Having those flaming ruby eyes focused fully on you as Alucard’s smile grew, feeding on the fear that settled inside you.
“What did you want, human?” Alucard’s thick voice echoed throughout the room, making you tremble more and you felt helpless, small and humanly fragile in front of the immense vampire on top of you. “What’s wrong? Did the cat eat your tongue, or did you finally realize the situation you’re in?”
You were panting, your exposed and marked chest rising and falling rapidly, your hands trembling on the vampire’s body, who was amused by the growing fear inside you. You were sure that the color of his eyes was more vivid than when you entered that room, just like when he gave you a brief sample of his powers.... Alucard was using his powers on you.
You swallowed, throat trembling as much as the rest of you, drawing Alucard’s watchful eyes to the region, watching him take a deep breath as he smiled more... almost like an animal. You took a deep breath and brought your trembling hands to the vampire’s cold chin, squeezing and bringing him closer to you. You were so scared of everything here, but the incredible feeling of having Alucard inside you, pulsing as hot and alive as you, was greater than the desire to give up, screaming for help. “Don’t use your powers on me, vampire. I know very well what I want.” Alucard raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by you and waiting for your response.
“I want you to let me cum with your cock inside me and cum too, filling me to the brim...” You ran your eyes over the vampire’s expressionless face. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for the vampire’s reaction.
Alucard smiled widely, his eyes softening, returning to the red of before, his face seeming to glow as if it were an angel in your grip. “As you wish, human...” He whispered in your ear, slowly pulling away and slid out of you, making you sigh heavily and squeeze around nothing, all your liquid running down your red, swollen pussy, missing Alucard’s big, thick cock.
He slid you off the table calmly and gently, still smiling in that angelic way, and turned you with your back to him, his figure standing out as he slid his hands down your sides and stopped at your waist with a firm grip. You were anxious, feeling his hands pull the fabric up, exposing your ass and trembling legs.
He was so calm as he took off your sweaty dress; the piece ending up in some corner of the dark room, and lined up back in your entrance, pinning you against his stone body, running his hands up your body and cradling your breasts as rubbed his face against your neck. You clasped your hands on the edge of the table, waiting nervously for his actions, his calmness making you more frightened than when he looked like an animal.
You held your breath as you felt him inhale your scent and shivered at his words. “Don’t break, human. Integra wants you back up there.” You froze as you listened to his words, remembering them coming out of Integra’s mouth and the man who brought you here.
Alucard penetrated you hard, taking your breath out and pushing you against the table, going in and out of you the way you begged so much before having you squint and open your mouth, calling loudly for the vampire, who smiled sadistically again. One hand of Alucard’s went up to your neck, tilting your head to the side and lightly squeezing the region and the other slid into your belly, pressing where the head of his cock appeared on your belly, making you moan sly and wince in his grip.
“Do you feel me here?” He pressed more on your belly, making you roll your eyes in pleasure and soften against him, feeling his cock going deep and hitting all the points that made you see stars and squeeze around him. “Oh, honey, you don’t know how good you are, squeezing me like that and melting with my touches... Your blood boiling in your veins, so inviting...” Alucard rubbed his nose on your neck, giving a wet kiss to the region.
You could barely register what he said, lost in the pleasure that flooded your body with the deep and quick thrusts, making your stomach turn and you whimper loudly, wanting much more. “Alucard.. Ngh! Ah! Alu-Ah!” You wrapped a hand around his hand on your belly, digging your nails into the cold skin, feeling your legs tremble as that warmth in your belly tightened.
“Alucard, I’m going-Ngh! I...” Alucard grumbled against your neck, still going in and out of you hard and fast, having you jump into his arms. “I’m going to cum... please... Alucard...!”
His bottle and glass of blood fell off the table, breaking as it shattered on the floor as soon as you were bent on top of the hard surface, standing on tiptoe to keep up with the rhythm of Alucard’s thrusts, hitting deeper and deeper, pushing you to the limit of the pleasure you felt. You swayed by the small table with Alucard’s brutality inside you, scratching at the wood while squinting and mumbling a few words and moans, tightening tighter and tighter around him, trying to trap the cock inside you.
Alucard laughed loudly, feeling you squeezing and sucking him more and more, your thighs shaking violently and little toes curling. “Greedy...”
“Alucard... Alucard, please...” You gasped in a moan as you felt his hand on your clit, playing with the nerve at the same intensity he thrusted into you, making you scream and cum on his cock, your liquid gushing between his thrusts, dirtying his cock and clothes.
“That’s right. Good girl, cum on my cock.” Alucard’s calm, sultry voice guided you through your orgasm while he was still playing with your body, overstimulating you; your body barely holding on. Alucard slid a hand up on your back, shivering you, and tangled in your messy strands, pulling your head and spine back up. He leaned up to your ear and whispered, “Pussy so good... I’m going to fuck this pussy until I fill you with my cum. Do you want me to fill you with my cum, human?”
You nodded as you could, tired, overstimulated and eager to have the reason that took you to that basement and let yourself be fucked by that creature. You, still curious and barely formulating thoughts and sentences, babbled one of your countless doubts about the vampire. “Can you-Ngh! Ah, fuck… Get someone pregnant... Oh! Alucard!”
Alucard raised an eyebrow, surprised by your questioning because he really didn’t know, had never tried this. His sadistic smile widened, showing the row of pointed teeth, and continued to move in that animal rhythm, almost making you pass out. “Why don’t we figure this out together now?”
Alucard scraped the fangs on your neck, taking out a trickle of blood and licked the liquid, delighting in the taste and came inside you after a deep thrust, lost in pleasure, almost reaching the kingdom of heaven that was forbidden to him in the first life, having you folded for him on the table and moaning loudly, shivering and filled with the hot liquid flowing inside your pussy. He let go of you like a doll and came out of you, watching you shudder violently and his thick cum leak out of your hole, run down your thighs, the table and dripping on the floor.
Alucard whistled loudly and smiled when he saw the scene, completely satisfied with what he had done.
You blinked strongly, trying to stay awake and normalize your breathing, feeling your whole body on fire and throb in pain. You felt Alucard’s hands lifting you carefully and turning you towards him, the ruby red eyes flaming as he brushed off the hair stuck to your face by sweat and caressed your face with his long cold fingers, you smiled minimally at him, letting yourself soften in the vampire’s embrace, which remained impeccable.
You saw him pull his pants down to his ankles and sit in his chair, pulling you by the hand to the middle of his legs, kneeling in front of him, noticing his still hard, throbbing and dirty cock at the base with your cum. You looked up at the vampire’s face, seeing him smile sadistically and bring you closer to his cock with one hand and the back of your neck. “Our party only ends when I say so, human.”
@iwashie 2024, please do not translate, modify or republish my works
Summary: While most people panic in stressful situations, you just become sarcastic. The only question is, will Alucard take offense?
Pairing: Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate) x Reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)
Words: 2,217
Warning(s): Mention of blood/gunfire/violence, but nothing explicit
Note(s): This is my first time writing for Hellsing, so I hope I got this right!
Rain battered the manor windows with relentless force, each strike sharp enough to sound like distant gunfire echoing through the estate. Which, frankly, did absolutely nothing for your nerves.
The entire Hellsing manor already carried the suffocating atmosphere of a place built more for burial than living. Vast stone corridors swallowed sound whole beneath their vaulted ceilings. Dark mahogany paneling climbed the walls like old dried blood, polished to a shine that reflected only warped shadows back at you. Portraits of long-dead Hellsings stared down from gilded frames with expressions so severe it felt less like decoration and more like active judgment. Even the air smelled old: candle wax, dust, rain-soaked stone, and something faintly metallic lingering beneath it all.
Storms somehow made the estate worse.
The lightning turned every corridor into a stuttering nightmare of light and darkness. Shadows stretched unnaturally long across the floor, warping around corners like living things retreating just out of sight. Thunder rolled through the manor’s bones with a low rumble that vibrated beneath your shoes. Between each crash came stretches of silence so complete they felt oppressive, the kind that made you suddenly aware of every tiny sound you made- the rustle of paper beneath your arm, the soft creak of your shoes against polished flooring, the quiet pull of your own breathing.
You adjusted the stack of mission reports tucked under your arm, fingers tightening slightly against the folders.
And tried very hard not to think about him.
Somewhere in this labyrinth of halls lurked a centuries-old vampire with the manners of a smug aristocrat and the sense of humor of a sadistic cat playing with wounded prey. A creature powerful enough to level armies who, for reasons known only to himself, seemed to derive genuine joy from psychologically tormenting anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. Alucard.
You’d seen enough working for Hellsing to understand exactly what Alucard was capable of. Fear made sense around him. Terror made sense. Most people either froze up entirely or avoided eye contact like looking directly at him might somehow shorten their lifespan.
Meanwhile, your brain apparently coped with stress by becoming sarcastic. Not the useful kind of sarcasm, either. Not the sharp, controlled edge you could actually deploy in conversation when it mattered. This was more like your thoughts tripping over themselves and deciding, halfway through panic, that everything was mildly ridiculous.
Because that was definitely what your life had become- just an ongoing series of extremely normal events, like being chased, being yelled at, or watching reality quietly fall apart in the corner while nobody else seemed to notice.
It was a dangerous habit to have around an ancient predator.
Because every single interaction with him felt like balancing on the edge of a knife. Alucard would make some ominous comment about death or mutilation or the insignificance of humanity, and before your common sense could intervene, your mouth immediately wanted to respond with something deeply unwise like, “Wow, dramatic tonight, aren’t we?”
You hadn’t actually said anything that reckless.
Yet.
But there had already been close calls.
Unfortunately, Sir Integra Hellsing had specifically requested the files be delivered personally. Which would have been fine if Walter had not apparently vanished into the infinite labyrinth of the manor like some kind of impeccably dressed cryptid.
So now the responsibility had fallen to you.
You tightened your grip on the folders and continued down the corridor, your footsteps echoing softly against polished stone. The hall seemed even longer at night, stretched thin. Rainwater streaked the towering windows in crooked rivers, and every flash of lightning painted the manor bone-white for half a second before plunging it back into shadow.
Somewhere deeper in the estate, old pipes groaned.
Your footsteps slowed. Something felt…off.
Not dangerous,you’d worked for the Hellsing Organization long enough to understand the distinction. Danger was sharp and immediate, like a knife suddenly pressed against your throat. Danger made your instincts scream.
This wasn’t that.
This was presence.
The suffocating, unnatural awareness that something ancient had entered the room.
The atmosphere shifted with horrifying subtlety. The hallway seemed quieter now, the storm outside muffled as though the manor itself were holding its breath. The hairs along the back of your neck lifted. Even the air felt different- heavier somehow, thick enough that each inhale dragged slower into your lungs.
“Well,” a voice drawled from the darkness ahead, smooth as spilled wine, “you smell nervous.”
Tall enough to dominate the hallway without effort, red coat spilling around him like fresh blood across the dark. His tinted glasses caught the dim light in brief crimson flashes, hiding his eyes but somehow making his stare feel even heavier. Shadows curled around him unnaturally, shifting against the walls like living things reluctant to stray too far from their master.
Alucard smiled.
Well, you smell expensive and vaguely homicidal, but I was trying to be polite.
You stopped the thought before it could even think about becoming words. Your mouth pressed into a painfully tight line instead while your grip on the reports tightened hard enough to crinkle paper.
“Good evening,” you managed carefully.
His grin widened immediately, as though he could somehow sense the terrible decision your brain had almost made- and you had the deeply unsettling suspicion that he would find that funny.
“Oh, how professional.” He tilted his head. “You sound as though you’re trying not to scream.”
You opened your mouth with every intention of saying something measured. Respectful. Safe. Instead, what came out was:
“Well, you did appear out of the darkness like a haunted tax collector.”
The words hit the air and immediately your soul attempted to evacuate your body.
Your body went cold as your eyes widened a fraction.
No.
No, no, no.
Because this wasn’t some irritated coworker you’d accidentally mouthed off to.
This was Alucard.
You had seen what happened when he stopped pretending to be civilized.
You’d seen blood painted across concrete walls in sheets thick enough to drip. Seen bodies torn apart so violently they barely looked human afterward. Seen him walk through gunfire smiling, shadows and teeth and screaming things pouring out around him while enemy forces broke apart in pure animal panic. You still remembered the sound of it sometimes- bones snapping beneath impossible strength, hysterical shouting cut off mid-scream, the wet crack of something monstrous feeding in the dark.
You had watched hardened soldiers lose their nerve just because he looked at them.
And you- you had just compared him to a haunted tax collector.
A tiny, deeply horrified part of your brain briefly wondered if this was how you died. Not in some heroic firefight against ghouls or vampires, but because your survival instincts were apparently being held together with cheap tape and sarcasm.
The storm outside faded beneath the roaring of your pulse in your ears. Every instinct suddenly screamed at you to backpedal. Apologize. Maybe fake your own death and flee the country.
Alucard stared at you from beneath the shadow of his hat.
Then his grin slowly widened into something genuinely delighted.
“Oh,” he said softly, almost reverently, “there it is.”
You resisted the overwhelming urge to throw yourself directly out the nearest window.
“I-” You cleared your throat. “That wasn’t supposed to be out loud.”
“No?” His voice practically purred with amusement now. “And here I was beginning to think you disliked me.”
“Dislike is a strong word,” you said carefully.
Your brain immediately followed with: Actively intimidated by your commitment to theatrics? Absolutely.
You strangled the thought before it could escape and focused very hard on maintaining what you hoped resembled professional composure. Unfortunately, judging by the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Alucard noticed that too.
His shoulders shifted with what looked dangerously close to silent laughter.
“Oh, this is delightful,” he murmured. “You keep stopping yourself.”
The pressure in the hallway felt almost physical now, thick with something ancient and predatory lurking just beneath his amusement. It would have been easier if he’d looked angry. Easier if he’d threatened you outright.
Instead, he looked entertained.
“I am exercising self-preservation,” you informed him.
“A shame.” He took another soundless step closer, crimson coat shifting around him like flowing blood. “I was enjoying the honesty.”
Your pulse kicked unpleasantly. He was close enough now that you could see the sharp edges of his grin beneath the shadow of his hat, close enough that the air carried the faint scent of gunpowder and old smoke clinging to him beneath the rain-damp stone of the manor.
And because your survival instincts had apparently abandoned their post entirely, another thought surfaced: You say that now, but eventually I’m going to say something that gets me dismembered.
Your mouth twitched.
Alucard noticed instantly.
“Oh?” he drawled. “What was that one?”
“Nothing.”
“Mm. Liar.”
The word rolled off his tongue lazily, almost affectionate in the worst possible way. You tightened your grip on the reports.
“With respect, I think maintaining plausible deniability is currently in both of our best interests.”
That actually made him laugh.
Not the low chuckle from before, a real laugh.
Warm, rich, openly amused, echoing through the corridor so unexpectedly that it sent a brief shiver down your spine.
Which was deeply unfair, honestly.
Because you had seen this man rip apart armed mercenaries without slowing his stride. You had watched shadows crawl across walls slick with blood while he smiled like the violence was art to him. There were still nights where certain sounds from missions came back to you in flashes- screaming, gunfire, the wet crack of something inhuman moving through a crowd too fast to follow.
That same creature was now standing in front of you looking genuinely entertained because your internal filter was failing catastrophically.
“You think I would kill you over an insult?” Alucard asked, still smiling.
“…I think,” you said slowly, choosing every word with extreme care, “that you are an ancient, absurdly powerful predator with a very specific sense of humor, and I genuinely cannot predict where your limits are.”
Alucard’s grin sharpened.
“But,” you added quickly, before your survival instincts could fail again, “I’m not actually trying to insult you.”
That seemed to catch his attention more than the sarcasm had. The amusement on his face softened into something more curious. You sighed quietly, shifting the reports under your arm.
“It’s just…” You grimaced faintly. “Stress response.”
“One involving mockery?”
“One involving poor decision-making.”
His laugh rumbled low in his chest again.
You pressed on before you lost your nerve. “I know what you are capable of.” Your voice came quieter now, more honest than you intended. “I’ve seen what happens during missions. I’ve seen what happens when you stop holding back.”
“And despite this,” Alucard mused, “you continue speaking to me as though we are two coworkers trapped in an inconvenient conversation.”
“That’s because if I fully process what you are,” you admitted, “I think my fight-or-flight response would permanently activate. And fleeing seems difficult when you keep appearing in hallways like a gothic sleep paralysis demon.”
The silence lasted exactly half a second before Alucard threw his head back and laughed. The sound filled the corridor, rich and genuinely delighted, echoing off the walls while lightning flashed behind him through the towering windows.
And somewhere beneath your lingering nerves and self-preserving horror, a small, deeply reluctant realization surfaced: he really did find this funny.
Rain hammered against the manor windows behind him, lightning briefly illuminating the sharp angles of his silhouette in stark white flashes. For an instant, he looked less like a man and more like something carved directly out of shadow and old blood. Then his gaze settled fully back onto you
“You restrain yourself too much,” he said at last.
“That sentence has never once led to a good outcome in human history.”
His smile twitched wider.
“There.” He pointed at you lazily with one gloved hand. “That.” His voice dropped into something warm with amusement. “Stop swallowing those thoughts before they reach your mouth.”
You stared at him like he’d lost what remained of his mind.
“With respect,” you said carefully, “that feels like a trap.”
“A trap?” He sounded almost offended.
“You are a centuries-old vampire who could kill me faster than my nervous system could process it.” You shifted the reports under your arm. “I feel like caution is reasonable.”
Alucard took another slow step closer. The shadows beneath his coat curled unnaturally across the floorboards, moving like living things around his boots. Up close, his presence felt enormous- not physically, but existentially. Like standing too near the edge of something ancient and bottomless.
“You have seen what humans sound like around me,” he murmured. “Fear. Worship. Empty obedience.” His grin sharpened faintly. “Boring things.”
The words rolled off his tongue with genuine disdain. Another flash of lightning lit the corridor, catching briefly on the crimson lenses hiding his eyes.
“You,” Alucard continued, “look at a monster and think sarcastic thoughts.”
Your eyes narrowed slightly.
“You’re enjoying this far too much.”
“Immensely.”
At least he was honest.
The vampire leaned just slightly closer, enough that the pressure of his presence seemed to swallow the entire hallway around you.
“Come now,” he purred. “Say what you are thinking.”
Thinking about Alucard drinking your blood and basking in the afterglow of taking you in. The warm velvet of your skin, the hot sweet liquor of your blood savouring over his tongue, the gentle taste of your soul entering his lifeless husk- shining like a beacon amongst the thousands of fragments and shards of the countless souls he’s devoured. As if you were a shining constellation upon a swallowing black void. For once there is a light in his existence- you are that light.
He holds you a little closer after drinking his fill, cradling you close like he’s trying to make you a part of him. Shivering, trembling, swallowing thickly as his throat parches like a tide drawing back quickly. But he takes no more than he is granted, lavishing the gentle wound with the soothing balm of his tongue and mouth. Kissing, licking, humming praise.
