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From smooth skin, from a beautiful and agile hand, from an overpowering presence whole with unending determination. From one single finger, though but a small accident that would heal and be forgotten to most, to one it was too much. Like a waterfall flowing with something that made her heart beat fast, too fast, her chest hurting from the sheer force. That thing which she so strongly wanted to get away from, even if now it was all that she could see and think about right now. How could it be that not even two spoonfuls of such a dreadful liquid could weigh so much on someone?
“Did I not give you an order, Seras? Lick it.”
But that was just the thing. She wasn’t ‘someone’ anymore. She was a thing. An animal. A creature of the dark, evil and twisted and cursed to crave the life of others. To crave blood. The blood which now flowed from the knife cut on Sir Integra’s pointer finger, and which she so gently yet forcefully offered to the vampire that tried to feign civility sitting on the dinner table. Seras’ eyes swirled in red, focusing her gaze on her visceral want.
“Y… Yes, Sir Integra…”
She could not bear it. The smell of metal that she once reviled as a signal of death and murder now brought only the most pleasurable heat to the vampire’s body. It was an order from her Master’s Master. It was ultimate, as she was now fully subordinated to the Hellsing organization. She had to do it. Seras opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out towards the other’s finger, slowly inching forward on the table, hands gripping the wood corners strongly, a blush growing more and more on the vampire’s face, the humanity left in her trying to denounce some kind of indecence, of dirtyness, of wrong in the act. She had only been trying to feed on food, normal food, so why was this happening? Why did her body reject what she once loved and craved what she once hated? She could not know, she could not act upon it, only obey the feeling that took her whole.
“And whatever you do, don’t bite.”
As soon as she tasted Integra, Integra’s blood, Integra’s finger, the smallest of moans escaped Seras’ mouth. Her vision reddened, taste buds burning and hyperventilation taking hold of her; whatever control she was trying to show was already faltering two seconds into the act. It was the best thing Seras had ever tasted in her life. No english dish or of any country could compare to the complexity, no sugar could compare to the sweetness, no description could be made to what entered her mouth at that moment. Her tongue moved independently of her own brain, draping itself across the surface of the cut finger thoroughly, soothing and stopping the irritation of the wound, strands of blood separating and trickling down across and into the vampire’s mouth, who then gulped unconsciously, filling herself with all that incredible blood which looked like so much yet didn’t even phase Integra. The pleasure was more than she knew she could ever feel. Like the most pure and chemical ecstasy that pumped her heart and mind with a silky feeling of fullness, like a piece inside that had been lacking and now had been found. Seras could feel her body relaxing, her shoulders falling, thighs joining together, jaw closing, teeth trying to meet in the middle of her mouth…
“Seras.”
Seras’ whole-hearted and whole-minded fixation instantly came to a halt as soon as a gloved finger hooked one of her upper canine teeth and other two fingers forced her whole mouth open, tongue retreating instinctively onto her mouth and pressing itself against the new, strange material. Integra was now much closer than arm’s length, only a few inches away from the chair that Seras was sitting in. Seras trembled and whimpered, now looking up to her Master’s Master’s face.
“I told you not to bite, yet your teeth were getting strangely close to my finger.” Integras sounded annoyed, angry… yet somewhat amused, like the voice the owner of a dog would use after its pet jumped in the cold pool after being warned not to. “Did you do it on purpose? Were you trying to be greedy? Not satisfied with what I’m giving you, even when you refuse to drink blood otherwise?”
Seras’ eyes widened as she groaned and vehemently shook her head negatively, or at least tried as much as she could with half a fist holding her mouth in place. She could not believe what she just did. Was she going to die now? Was Integra putting a silver bullet in her head for insubordination? Was she going to lose everything because her body moved on its own? She could not believe it… She could not believe the smile she was seeing on Integra’s face? From ear to ear like she did when someone doubted her or showed disrespect to her organization. Sly, smug, scary. Something that showed power, force, control of any situation.
“It seems to me that you need a lesson.” The woman got closer, using a foot to kick the chair that Seras was in, making it face a non-parallel angle from the table and taking out her finger from the vampire’s mouth, the wound already closed. Seras now gripped the chair’s arms as a reflex. “A lesson in table manners, you could say.”
She then took her gloved hand from the vampire’s mouth, making Seras yip and rub her cheek in pain from the forced opening. But as soon as she brought her attention back to Integra, she could not hide a gasp. Using the same knife she used to cut her pointer finger before, the Lady Hellsing had now cut her middle finger in the same style, though a much deeper cut, a new surge of blood letting itself out from inside her flesh. Seras could not think of a logical reason behind that act.
“S-Sir Integ–?!”
And she would not be able to inquire on it, seeing as Integra once again pushed a gloved finger inside her mouth, this time pressing a middle finger behind Seras’ upper teeth and using a thumb to prop open her lower teeth; at the same time, Integra used her grip on the vampire’s mouth to push Seras’ head to the chair’s back, making her face straight up with her mouth fully open, at the whole mercy of Integra. The girl’s eyes darted and watered in confused panic, feet shuffling below her as her brain could not keep up with the overload of new information, sensory and of thought. And it was about to get worse as she could see her Master’s Master putting a knee to one side of Seras’ thighs, and a knee to the other, sitting herself atop her lap. Seras could not possibly process what was happening right now in a million years.
“Let’s try again, shall we?”
And as the woman said so, she pressed her bleeding finger to the roof of the vampire’s mouth. The same sensation, hot sensation that dumbed Seras down before was now back at double the intensity. New delicious blood dropped into the girl’s mouth, some onto the tongue, some straight down to her throat because of the position, making her whole body writhe in delight from the unpredictability of the sweet, sweet drink and where it would go and be tasted from. Her mind was half blank, half red, with flashes of Integra’s face in between. Seras could feel everything at once; the blood that filled her palate and her stomach; the feel of the leather that kept her mouth so helplessly vulnerable to any intrusions; the calm and steady rise of Integra’s chest against her neck, keeping her head in place so everything that Integra offered was given directly to her; the linen of Integra’s pants pressing firmly against Seras’ thighs and sometimes even rubbing absentmindedly against them, forcing her body to stay still besides uncontrollable twitches. The poor girl’s arms were in full panic, sometimes gripping the chair’s arms almost to the point of breaking them, sometimes hovering from Integra’s hips to Integra’s chest to Integra’s hair to Integra’s arms, yet ending up just flailing pathetically and uncertainly.
Integra herself had something like a crazed expression stamped on her face, her eyes focusing on all the little details of Seras' face and body. Hot red ears, that cute desperate expression on her blurry eyes, hands that were too shy and bashful to do anything to the one atop her, the wet feel of her mouth unconsciously filled with saliva from having a great meal, and her tongue still reaching up and licking and lapping and caressing Integra's finger. Alucard couldn't give her all these things, all these sights and feelings, such an experienced vampire he was. But Seras Victoria? The cop girl? The one who didn't know anything about being a vampire? This one was a brand new slate for Integra to stamp her image onto. She would truly serve the Hellsing organization in mind and body. A true servant.
After what seemed like an eternity of forceful yet delightful pleasure and bliss, Integra’s finger had stopped dripping blood. The woman took her gloved hand from Seras’ mouth and brought the girl’s head down to look at her. Her eyes were glazed over, sweat dripping down her whole face and body, chest rising and falling unsteadily, body weak; Her neck was stiff, throat tired from the continuous swallowing motion, the glow of the moon revealing a small pool of blood formed inside her mouth, dark red liquid around teeth and gums and tongue. So pretty. So cute. The Lady Hellsing closed the distance between their faces, looking directly into the vampire’s eyes, violent red now numb red. Integra gently put her gloveless hand below Seras’ chin, and the other hand to the girl’s shoulders. She bought her face closer, her mouth closer to Seras’ ears. She closed the vampire’s mouth with a single finger.
“Swallow.”
Seras’ face twitched. With much effort and slight pain, she guided the liquid to her throat with her tongue, and then pushed down, drinking every single drop that was left in her mouth, one last jolt travelling through her body from head to toe, electric and cold and flaming. Her mouth could not keep itself closed, dropping again with a thin string of saliva connecting two teeth for a moment, her breath sounding out. As she looked to her Master’s Master, Seras could say she looked most pleased, eyelids drooping in genuine satisfaction.
“That will do.”
Integra promptly removed herself from Seras’ lap and stepped away from the melty vampire. She lit up a cigar from a pocket in her pants and started walking to the exit of the dinner room. Calmly, collectedly, patiently, like nothing ever happened, like she herself did not have sweat on her collar and a deranged smile on her face.
“I hope you liked your taste of genuine, pure virgin blood. Now, prepare your gear and stand for action. You have a mission soon.” She said as she walked, though she stopped close to the door, putting the cigar on her mouth and biting on it, looking at Seras. “Maybe I can reward you after it’s over, hm?”
Seras could not muster any words of confirmation, or even any coherent thoughts. But the one thing she could think about was that Integra Hellsing was a dangerous woman. Almost more dangerous than Alucard.