So Beautiful

so beautiful ❤️

How do you think Alucard would flirt with someone who’s caught his eye? HCs~ 🥰

You got it! I've got loads for this one!

It's one thing to be sexually attractive, and in most of these cases he won't act on that alone because his living situation isn't the best for bringing someone home for a one night stand and he's not going to invest a lot of effort just to have a fling with someone he might not even get much satisfaction out of. If things fall right, though, he will absolutely make sexual advances before expressing romantic interest.

If he's interested beyond sex, he'll continue to seek mental stimulation by pursuing banter with you. He likes intellectual conversation, and he'll weave in teasing or euphemism during conversation. If you tease back, he sees a green light.

Despite his seemingly faultless confidence, he's pretty reserved with emotional expressions. Once he knows the interest is mutual, or at least welcome, he will continue to seek your company. Opposite of most people, you can tell he is starting to develop feelings when he can sit in relative silence, making small talk. This might turn some people off, but if you seem comfortable with his company without needing deep intellectual stimulation, he'll proceed to courting.

His courting is very traditional. He's crass and obtuse up until he gets serious. He courts by giving gifts; he's particularly comfortable giving gifts to women. By Romanian tradition (and many other cultures), he never meets someone at their home or on dates without flowers, spirits, or food. He'll eventually start getting more grand with his gifts: furs, jewelry, etc. Giving him feedback on your tastes will not deter him from gift giving, but it will curate the types of gifts you receive. Keep in mind you won't receive a lot of words of affection through this stage. Be patient.

If you're still interested you'll start to get more of his time. He's a wildcard with dates; he'll take you to box seats at the opera house, he'll take you to bustling nightclubs, old fashioned pubs, he'll take you out to the woods and build you a fire under the stars. He'll show you bookstores that have been around for centuries. Ask him to take you to a firing range and he'll be delighted.

Eventually you'll start finding short notes and poems left in the pages of your books, in your pocket at the end of the night, or on your kitchen counter, all written in immaculate penmanship with illumination in the margins.

If you’ve made it this far, he’s finally physically and verbally affectionate (read as: vulnerable). He doesn’t say the four letter “L” word, but he gives hugs that can anchor your soul back to your body, he’ll touch you every time you’re within arm’s reach, even if it’s fleeting. He is a great listener, and he gives great advice even if it’s sometimes in the form of tough love.

Please take me now !!

@alucardownsmyass

Oh my goodness, if that’s what he wants, then yes, I would do it for him if it makes him happy

Alucard begs you to let him film the two of you having sex. Do you say yes or no?

Part of his convincing is “Babe! I haven’t been able to see myself in so long, and these fancy cameras don’t have silver. I want the first time I see myself to be when I’m balls deep in you. It’s when I look the best of course.”

I’m so lost of word, this story is so beyond amazing❤️

In the Rain

Chapter 2: Rain Begins

⚠️Notices:🚫Violence/physical harm 🍋mature sexual content ❌️ foul language 🔞Minors Don't Interact❗️

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Terms of twisted endearments:

•Regele sânge (Blood king)

•monstru împărat

•micuța mea de Trandafir (my little rose)

•purpură înger (scarlet light bringer)

•mică ghindă (little acorn)

•micule corb (little raven)

Miss Amy (L/n) steps off the large commercial jet to see a young-looking girl with black hair the color of raven's wings. Amy had been texted that Scota Kane would meet the young American girl to help negotiate Heathrow airport and also London College. Scota wants to make sure Miss Amy meets her future Master without incident.

Vivid green eyes meet dark brown, almost black colored eyes. "Good day, Amy!" Scota is full of excitement and energy.

The green-eyed beauty, being an artist, begins to notice the fine details of Ms. Kane. Scota's hair has long ringlets with Celts and Norse hair beads. The college assistant wears a boho style green dress, scarf, and shawl. Amy realizes that Scota looks as Elves are described in fairy tales.

Amy (L/n) now watches the buildings and streets pass by as she sits in the back of an expensive black sedan. Her nerves begin to get to her. At that moment, Ms. Kane seems to sense her nervousness and glances in the rearview mirror.

"Miss Amy, it is big and foreign. I know, but you will have everything down and feeling confident in your new journey here in England..."

A small smile slips across her soft pink lips. Blood King will be unstoppable in the challenge of kissing Amy's inviting lips. A pout will seal it, probably alone.

Scathach looks away quickly. Fae are fae, and humans are humans. Faeries are amoral in thoughts, so why is the raven fae having moments of regret? It's nothing more than two supernatural beings bargaining with a human's freedom and life...

Yet the Vampire King can be so cruel to all...

Amy reaches the college in a timely fashion and joins the orientation tour. Her eyes look at carved arches and elegant art hanging on the halls that are around the London College that she has just enrolled for. She was contacted by the British college when a (supposed) college professor came across her art on the internet. She is to attend four years and end with a degree in digital art with traditional styles. This included a place to stay and a stipend for extra needed things for her college stay. All her art supplies were to be provided in the college course.

It seems almost too good to be true.

"What do you think of your surroundings?" The youngish woman Scota Kane, that seems to be older than her physical features relayed to the eyes. Scota is an abbreviated form of Scathach and asks to make sure Amy is not feeling too anxious about her new life in London, England.

Amy smiles to the raven black haired Irish woman. " I am nervous but feel amazingly safe here on such a campus."

"Good to hear! I will send you a text so you can put me in your contacts list" the student assistance person replies.

The two hug like cousins' meeting for the first time and are full of excitement. Scota says happily," Please check your flat out and let me know if you need anything. Just leave me a text!"

"Will I see you again soon Scota?" Amy asks now, getting nervous once more.

"Of course, you will! I am bringing dinner to your studio flat!" Scota waves goodbye for now.

Amy hugs herself and then proceeds to place her card key into the door slot to her new home. A gasp rushes out of her mouth! The flat is decorated as she would have done it. A couple of art pieces are framed art hanging. One of her more risque artworks is hanging above the huge sleigh bed.

It is like someone could read her mind!

With her cheeks pink from shy embarrassment, Amy checks the small studio apartment more so that it is set up for completing her art projects. As promised, Scota brings fish n'chips with beer and sodas. She leaves Amy just before the late bedtime hour. Amy drifts off to sleep easily for such a change to her internal clock set at the U.S. time.

Outside the flat and half a campus away, Scathach lets a long-held breath out. Her back straightens at sensing Alucard's approach. Her head turns to face the exact direction Vampire King is walking from.

"Kazikli Voivode..."Scathach softly calls out. "She is settling in well tonight..."

His crimson duster blows put to flap in a sudden breeze as Shadow King stands next to the raven fae. His fingers, bare skinned for some reason, lifts her angular chin to look him in the eyes. His right hand pulls his orange aviator glasses down. Alucard knows that Scathach gets weak in the knees at the mere sight of his molten hellfire eyes. A cheeky smile spreads across his pale but seductive lips.

"So if everything goes according to plan mică ghindă," his teeth tug on her right, earlobe like a tiger thinking it's cute and playful. "You and Baskerville will be free from me soon.."

"Soon is not soon enough when it comes to you..."she chirps out like an angry bird.

"Comes to me?" He chuckles eerily. "I think we need to spend one more night writhing in passion and me pumping you full of cum..."

Scathach jerks her chin away from his fingers, "I hate you. I should have never traveled to your homeland!"

His lips ghost over her pouting ones, "But you did, and here we are in 'sunny' London..."

The odd and angry couple lock lips into a passionate kiss with the battling of tongues. Alucard motions once more for a shadowy portal to Chateau Sanguine. That hint of regret strikes Scathach again about Amy and Alucard's dark clutches.

This is about 'Bodu' the face hound...

The first two days at London College are clearly uneventful. Amy finds her classes easily and is beginning to make possible friends for the two classes so far. Though she can't shake the feeling she is being watched. Perhaps the flat has a ghost due to the age of the building? She will ask Scota when they next meet up.

It's on the third day; actually, the third night, a chilling shiver glides down her spine. Her green eyes search, looking out her flat door in vain, for the cause. Suddenly, her mind switches gears to the sound of large caliber gun fire. This strikes Amy as quite strange due to the strict gun owning laws of England. The sound doesn't scare her as she has been around guns in her hometown in America.

It's more curious if anything...

Dark shadows engulfing the night stand at the corner of Amy's flat. Alucard glides silently across the ground to observe his little future human pet. He is overjoyed that Miss Amy could sense his presence so easily. His patience pays off as Amy retires to bed but not before setting up to do some art in the morning before class starts. As she drifts off into a deep, relaxing sleep, Alucard's shadow morphs into the flat of the young woman. Her breathing has a natural calming effect on the Shadow King.

Alucard scans the bedroom to then set his red molten glowing eyes on the framed picture. His head tilts as a soft, lusty chuckle slips out. Scathach is correct on her thoughts about Amy and him. The artwork has him pressing Amy down from behind while looking to be rutting in her pussy as his large, lean body smothers her body down in the bed. Now, Alucard knows exactly how the first meeting, sexually should come to be. To him, positions are everything when you're a yandere. Who is more fitting of the term yandere than a vampire?

His fingers bear once more; his long pale digits stroke Amy's rich brown hair. He lifts them to inhale her scent and finds it to be almost addicting. Her smell is far beyond the temptation that Mina had. Scathach is the only one more intoxicating, but she was never born human in the first place, so she doesn't count.

The Unholy King leaves with regret from Amy's resting place. He now agrees with Scathach that soon is not soon enough. Yet, he is becoming less inclined to release Macha's battle raven from his presence. She was his first supernatural being to meet and had searched off and on for her in the 500+ years since his vampiric birth. Her face blood is different but still nourishing, and with her, he was able to gain quicker control of the blood lust.

He begrudgingly did owe her that one...

A cruel smile fills his facial features as a grand and wicked plan forms in his twisted mind. Long ago, he fashioned a ring of gold and silver through the black arts that was a rose with vines of thorns. When the ring is placed on the selected finger, the thorns dig into the flesh, and the ring can no longer be removed unless the hand is severed. It was to serve as a direct link, a sort of black arts tie between him and the intended target: Scathach. Somehow, she learned of its creation and fled before he could capture her. Not this time as when he passed Baskerville over as a pup, he would stealthy place the ring on her right ring finger as knights of old betrylled their lady love to them.

At lunchtime, Scotia arrives to eat with Amy. She is curious to see how the first meeting with the Vampire King went, though Amy was sleeping through it. The Irish woman sits down next to Amy with some beef wellington as her keen dark eyes spy Amy, creating an exact portrait of Shadow King's eerie eyes when the release level is lowered on him. The young American woman does indeed have an invisible thread that connects her to Alucard. Mina never had one, and he sought her out relentlessly. Amy's luck would have run out soon enough without Scota's assistance to Alucard.

"What do you think of this Scota?" Amy asks after taking a bite of the beef wellington.

"It is a quite unique vision of an eye," Scota nods her head to Amy. "Do you see it somewhere or dream of it?"

"I believe I am being watched over, so I drew what I thought the watchful eye would look like!" She laughs happily.

Scota swallows softly, "You know many would find that a nightmare watching them..."

"I know! But, the owner of this watchful eye is protective and does not mean to harm me," Amy finishes eating.

The two women part company once more with Scota making a promise she would swing by on Friday night. They could go out to a nightclub, dance, and shoot down male egos all night. That would be the moment she passed Amy off to the cruelest vampire to exist...the Vampire King.

Scota, with shadow flight, enters the Chateau Sanguine for a much needed hot bath and massage. Her senses search for Alucard, but there is no detection of him this night. With a long breath of relief, Scathach heads to her room on the last floor of the Chateau for supernatural-paranormal beings. As her fingers slowly remove her elven looking clothes, the sound of a nail scratching a pain of glass can be distinctly heard. Her body whirls around swiftly that only the Undead King can still focus on. His wet inky black hair is down in front of his face as he taps the window to be allowed in. Scathach flicks her shadows to unlock and then lifts the window open.

The First Vampire climbs in like a supernatural spider due to his long limbs and the red coat. His head rises to show a light scruff of facial hair. He grins with fangs peeking from under his top lip. "How are my girls tonight?"

"Like you ever care about me...Regele sânge " she huffs loudly and tosses her dress at him.

His clawed hand snatches the article of clothing out of the air," I do too care about you but not enough to put my wants and desires after you..."

"I am one of Macha's battle ravens, and I create war in men's hearts, but I also know the strength of love and conviction... Scathach sneers back at the monster of monsters that still roam the world. Gods forbid he ever got loose once more.

"But of course you do," he glides over to stand next to her now nude body as his clothes disappear from sight. "It is what drew you to me as a human I should think."

Scathach rolls her dark bird-like eyes at him. Her slender fingers with dark nails like crows claws motions to the large bathroom, which has steam sipping past the door. The estranged couple enter the bath at the same time so that Vlad can wrap Scathach between his arms and legs. His teeth tug on her right ear lobe, "What did micuța mea de Trandafir say today?"

"Your Trandafir has drawn your shadow eyes with extreme accuracy," the raven fae chirps angrily. "She cannot see the danger she lies in due to some kind of supernatural connection to you..."

"She must then be the reincarnation of my beautiful blonde blue-eyed Transylvanian Saxon girl with the name of Katharina Siegel." Vlad sets his chin on Macha's battle raven. "That was truly a beautiful young love to be sure..."

Scathach motions to rise from the tub when Vlad puts her into a crushing hold if she was human, "Such jealousy from a fae...I need you to do one more thing and then I will release Bodu, your MhoddyDoo go..."

You need her to drink some of your blood before you two meet, so you do not kill her in your excitement..."she bent her head and nipped his index finger to make a point of sorts.

A deep and dark rumbling fills the room loudly, "You have always been such a smart one micule corb."

His long fingers now bring into view a small glass vial of a dark, viscous liquid. The raven fae knows it's his blood in the vial. Tomorrow, she will slip the Vampire King's blood into a drink at the club so that Amy can survive his un-controlling desire to claim her. His fingers stroke her fingers to take the blood vial as his mouth hovers over her pulse point. As her hand takes the secret concoction, Vlad sinks his fangs into her next and proceeds to pull a long drink from her.

She winks from the pain for a moment, "I bet Hellsing does not know this little secret of yours..."

He removes his fangs and licks his bloody lips. "Hey, never really looked into the effects of my blood to Renfield. If they had, then all the Hellsing mercenaries would have hopped up Renfields. I cannot have such a great secret learned now."

"My beak is sealed, Regele sânge..." As Scathach settles again in his arms so he can slide himself into her body to be Cock warmed.

Footnotes:

Vlad Tepes and the Aryan woman

During the winter of 1455, the Wallachian prince Vlad Tepes, who was twenty-four at that time, was in the county of Brasov (Transylvania). There, he laid his eyes on a beautiful Aryan girl, seventeen years of age, struggling to push a sled. Captivated by her beauty, Vlad dismounted his horse and went to help her. That would be the beginning of their love affair. Her name was Katharina Siegel, a Transylvanian Saxon girl, daughter of a weaver from Brasov. Vlad was officially married to Anastasia Holszanka, yet so deep was his newfound love for the Germanic girl that he even tried to get a divorce certificate from the Pope himself.

The Moddey Dhoo /ˈmɔːðə ðoʊ/[1] (Manx Gaelic, meaning "black dog")[1][2][3] is a phantom black hound in Manx folklore that reputedly haunted Peel Castle on the west coast of the Isle of Man.[4] The Manx name Moddey Dhoo was transcribed as Mauthe Doog (/ˈmɔːðə doʊɡ/) by an influential 18th-Century English-speaking folklore source, which led to a history of misspellings of the proper name.

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