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A Little Help?
Had a horny thought last night and couldn't resist sharing it with fellow Hellsing lovers.
CW: Masturbation
You come home late one night. You set your keys and bag down on the kitchen table before turning to walk down the hall. You're about halfway there when something catches your eye in the living room. Dimly lit by a couple lamps, you see your roommate, Luke Valentine, sitting on the couch reading a book. You think nothing of it at first. He's done this many times, but then you hear something peculiar. Moans? What? You take a couple of steps forward to get a better look. He's shirtless, pants undone, and his cheeks are flushed, sweat glistening on his toned body. His golden locks stick to his face, his beautiful green eyes are half-lidded and clouded in lust, heavy breaths and loud moans escape his plump pale lips. You couldn't help but stare. He's always been so calm and soft-spoken. Hell, sometimes you forgot he even lived with you because of how quiet he was. This was definitely a sight to behold. One hand holds the erotic book, somehow flipping the pages with just his thumb. The other hand is stroking his weeping member vigorously, desperate for release. He whines, tightly closing his eyes, biting down on his lip to try and keep his sounds in, but to no avail. Wait, did he just moan your name? Multiple times? Has he done this before? You pick up the pace. You just want to get to your bedroom and pretend nothing happened. You've nearly made it past, only for him to turn his head in your direction at the last minute. You freeze in place. Blushing like mad, you open your mouth to apologize. However, being so flustered, you're unable to form a coherent sentence. Making direct eye contact, he smiles and asks, "Aren't you going to help me with this?"
Have fun filling in the blanks.
I'm going to look back on this one day, and there might be a chance I cringe to all heck, but right now, Alucard is in the angel picture frame ♥️ 🩸
Clearest photo I could find
If I get tired, I'll put a photo of my cat in there instead
Alucard/Anderson/ reader
Stuffed like a turkey
Happy thanksgiving.. . Dp, and sharing.. age gap. Anderson is like 54, and obvs Alucard is a vampire, but he’s stuck at the age of like 45, in this reader is 18+ in their early 20’s. Reader is fem.
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Alucard had your head tilted back, his white glove held your jaw, as he kissed the left side of your neck. You sat in Alexander’s lap, your hands tangled in his hair, as he kissed the right side of your neck. The smell of thanksgiving fluttered from the kitchen into the living room where you were on the couch with Anderson, and Alucard was behind you, he was tall enough to kneel down and be able to still reach you two. Alucard’s free hand rested between your thighs, one of Alexander’s was wrapped around your waist, his other in your hair. Alucard moaned against your skin, as he pressed his pants covered cock against your ass, softly grinding into you. You moaned at his actions, grinding yourself against Anderson in the process, who groaned lowly. For a moment they broke away from kissing your neck, and Anderson pulled your shirt off, tossing it across the couch, his hands instantly cupped your breasts when Alucard unsnapped your bra and he threw it.
Alucard’s gloved hands cups Alexander’s own gloved hands, which made you moan lowly, the heaviness from both of their hands felt good. Devil’s trap covered the cross, and Alucard captured Anderson’s lips, which was hot as hell by the way. You let Alucard move you to face him, pushing your ass back against Anderson, Alucard spoke rough and low. “My turn with her pretty pussy..” Alucard’s tongue dragged down your chest, over your stomach, and he pulled your legs to spread over Anderson’s thighs. Anderson groaned lowly, cursing under his breath, he reached down, and pulled your underwear off, throwing them to the side as well, his hands held your thighs open, his pretty white gloves squeezed your thighs as Alucard’s devilish tongue began to lick hungrily. The sight made the older blonde growl, the glove that reads ‘Jesus Christ is in heaven’ tangled into Alucard’s hair. Anderson spoke, his voice dropped with lust “Ah fuck.. ya look so fuckin good between her thighs..” Alucard moaned and pressed his tongue in rougher. “Ah! Fuck Alucard!” You hissed a bit as fangs caressed your clit and it made your back arch. Alucard smirked against you, and began to suck a bit, making you whimper loudly, and arch back into Anderson.
Alucard was stripping out of his red coat, taking off his hat, and glasses he set them on the coffee table behind him, before he grabbed Anderson by the throat and kissed him, pushing his tongue into the older man’s mouth, moans left Anderson and god the sight made you squirm. Alucard lifted you with ease, into his lap and sat on the couch. You began to kiss Alucard, all he was left in was his pants and gloves, he pulled your hips down against his hardness through his black pants, and Anderson kneeled behind you, after he removed his own jacket, glasses and shirt, his metal cross pressed against your spine, as he trailed his kissed down your back, and his hands gripped your ass. “Ya want us both? Ya can still turn back princess.. once I start.. I ain’t stoppin’” Anderson spoke as he reached your lower back. You shook your head and gave him approval. Anderson brought his right hand up to his lips and pulled his glove off, before he removed his left, and his hands began to massage your ass, he lubed his fingers and began to stretch, he captured your lips as he began to work you open. You were a moaning mess in their arms, and that really enticed Alucard to push his black pants down off his hips, past his ankles and Anderson grabbed them with his free hand and pulled them off, before his own free hand pushed your hips toward Alucard. Anderson spoke low. “Ass up baby..” before he shifted you in Alucard’s lap, and he got a better angle to stretch and prep you. You were whimpering and moaning, as Alucard spoke. “You are doing a wonderful job, being a pretty little girl.. gonna feel good for Alexander and I huh? You wanna be a little toy for a vampire and priest yeah? “ Alucard’s words made you bite your lip. Alucard guided your hips to his own, sliding in you with ease, when Anderson was ready and had you prepped. Anderson lined up and gently took you, once both were settled the moans that filled the air was a mix of Scottish curses from Anderson , heavy deep moans from Alucard and your own. Both of them began to move slowly, both of them caging you in place, as Alucard held your shoulders, and Anderson held your hips. They picked up speed.
Sweat began to drip down your own body, it mixed with Anderson’s and drilled down on Alucard’s cool skin, Alucard’s one hand found your hair again, and he pulled your head back, exposing your neck to the regenerator and himself. They both began to kiss at your neck again, sucking marks of their own into you as they moved in sync. “Oi fuck.. god.. forgive me fuck..” Alexander moaned, his lips pressed up to your jaw, he whispered into your ear “fuck ya are so pretty sweetheart..”. Alucard spoke to you too. “My sweet.. so.. tight.. human.. such a naughty girl”. Your body was being owned by a hot Scottish priest, and a even hotter vampire. You were quickly approaching that high, and they kept going. Anderson was the first to break, he was moaning and he spoke softly, his voice was almost strained. “Ah.. fuck I’m comin” and Alucard laughed his deep, from within his chest laugh. “Ah Anderson I didn’t expect you to cum before her…” Anderson groaned, and his hand took your jaw, his lips crashed with yours. Alucard made a low noise watching you two kiss and he made sure you were steady back against Anderson’s chest, before he brought a hand down between your thighs, and his thumb hooked to rub your clit, which made your eyes almost roll. Alucard kept a rough pace until you finally collapsed as you came breathing heavy and into Anderson’s arms, Alucard let out a few grunts before he too lost himself inside you.
After a bit of all of you breathing heavy, Alucard laid you down on the couch, and wrapped his jacket around you. He let you rest as he fixed his pants around his hips, and headed into the kitchen. Anderson pulled on his own pants, and he pulled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, his eyes met yours before he stepped out and went for a smoke. Two hot, older, ever so fucking sexy men, shirtless still. They kept your Brainfilled with hot thoughts, you were curled up in Alucard’s jacket, with Anderson’s soft black underwear on your hips, keeping you from making a mess on the couch, Anderson came back in from smoking after a bit, and you seen him walk into the kitchen. You watched with adoring eyes, as Anderson wrapped his arms around Alucard giving him a kiss as he cut the turkey. Alucard and Anderson spoke a bit quietly, before Anderson turned to face you in the living room as Alucard was setting the table, Anderson walked over. “Cmere baby girl.. let ya daddy hold ya while Alucard sets the table” Anderson spoke softly, and he lifted your sleepy body, carting you over to the table, you sat in Anderson’s lap, your head on his chest. Alucard and Anderson took turns feeding you bites of turkey, mashed potatoes and eventually some pie. What a great thanksgiving.. you were thankful for them.
OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT ANGRY! ALUCARD?? [Hellsing] (Don't worry, @leehoonii-i , Alucard from Castlevania is gonna be coming up soon.)
Angry! Alucard- who finds himself getting rather pissed off about you running your pretty little mouth as you mess with his hat.
Angry! Alucard- who has had a long day and the last thing he needs is for his little rabbit to keep annoying him in the most simple ways.
Angry! Alucard- who gives you a warning in advance, tsking at you as he hisses a simple "Enough, bunny." and shakes his head.
Angry! Alucard- who's frustration boils over into you pressed against the wall and his hands almost tearing that stupid little outfit off your form.
Angry! Alucard- who doesn't bite but gets damn close, his teeth teasing the edge of your shoulder and the lobes of your ears.
Angry! Alucard- who's hands are cold and his eyes colder, his touch making it clear who is really in charge here.
Angry! Alucard- who mutters in a teasing growl about how you'll have to tell Integra why you're not able to work, how your pathetic little mouth will have to admit that you had picked an attitude with him and he fucked you until you weren't in any condition to leave the bed.
Angry! Alucard- who finds no mercy in his bruising pace or the way he sucks on your skin.
Angry! Alucard- who promises that your clothes aren't the only things that's going to end up ruined.
Angry! Alucard- who cooes veiled threats of how he might just leave you unsatisfied and only chase his high and not yours, and how you are a lucky little bunny rabbit for the fact that he loves hearing your little moans and whines.
Angry! Alucard- who fucks you into submission and collapses on top of your trembling, exhausted form after he was satisfied.
Angry! Alucard- who finally calms down when he sees the mess he's made of you.
Alucard- who gets up and grabs a rag and some cold water to soothe your now bruised and sweat-covered skin, chuckling at the way your body recoils and you whimper at the feeling.
Alucard- who lays with you and pats your head as you shiver from overstimulation.
Here you go, @cheesecakelessloser it's finally here. No more 'in a minute'. You've been fed.
A Night for Hunting Ch.18 -Interlude III
CW: 18+, NSFW, Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, explicit sexual content, Dom Vladcard, ROMANCE, oral sex, bondage, blindfold, ballgag, shadows/tentacles, ‘speculum,’ breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, affectionate vampire king, comfort, history, self-indulgent fantasies, cervical penetration, shadow writing. A couple who's BIG HORNY for each other Words: 5089
Extreme sex re: tentacle porn. But this is still emotional smut in the same strain as the other Interludes.
This chapter can be skipped and imo you shouldn't miss too much plot-wise. Something interesting that does happen will be described in later chapters. Don’t take the contents of this chapter too seriously. It wasn’t planned well in advance like most other chapters. The Reader is ovulating and so am I, that’s all. Oh daddy Vlad.
In this fic, vampires are infertile because they are dead, including their spunk, which Vlad knows. He's just indulging in a fantasy and contemplating a life which he knows would never have been possible.
I also went through this story from the beginning and made some small edits. I swapped some words here and there that I liked more and made two changes to ensure continuity and adherence to the canon:
Alucard should only be using one gun in Ch.7 since he doesn’t have the Jackal yet
In the OVAs, there was no painting hiding the entrance to Alucard’s lair
Excerpt below the cut
”Alu-!” You stopped in your tracks upon entering the great room after the check in the bedroom yielded no vampire.
“Vlad.”
The diffuse rays from another hall retreated shortly after illuminating the lounging figure, as if shying away from the night creature of legend.
Alucard was always correct whenever he mused about the wonders of darkness’ cover.
There was beauty in the unbroken shadows. The poor visibility compelled you to adjust to the nuanced differences in the most subtle shades of black. The brooding giant nearly fused into the surroundings, consuming any specs of light, his knee-length tresses flooding around him in an inky pool deeper than the background. No metal reflected the lamps outside. Vlad was unarmed, clad in a skin-tight suit covered in straps that outlined his impressive physique.
This was not who you expected to find. Twin citrine jewels flickered softly as they regarded you. You silently observed each other for a moment. Was he sad again tonight? No, clearly he could scent your need and was waiting to see what you would do.
‘The trappings of his physical form were meaningless,’ you recalled him insisting. You took wide exaggerated steps to allow your groin to air –and for your natural aromas to diffuse better. Kneeling at his feet, you wedged between the King’s knees and fumbled with the leather straps to fish out his member. The outfit was an irritating single piece garment. Fortunately, the clothing parted as you dug in and left you salivating at the creamy flesh nestled within a sea of darkness.
Summoning up a piece of forgotten courage, you glanced up at his imposing magnificence before standing abruptly to lead him back out to the throne room. Your lover was a king tonight and respect must be imparted.
You exhaled as you arrived and got a proper look at him. The jumpsuit accentuated the outline of those sublime proportions. His chest was thick and quads swollen with brawn; you could make out the grooves where his triceps began and where the “V” to his hips ended. The smoggy darkness cloaked him like a jealous mistress unwilling to relinquish her finest work of art.
His cock hung semi-erect from a carpet of neatly trimmed pubes.
The vampire was enjoying the attention, eyes sparkling as he watched you drink him up. The corners of his lips tilted roguishly and your gaze focused on those plump pads. Something snapped.
Your mouth crashed into Dracula’s in an open-mouthed kiss as you stood on the tips of your toes and nudged him back to encourage him to sit, to allow you to fellate the King on his throne.
Piece by piece, you took your time shedding the components of your night clothes, until at last you let your panties drop and join the pile pooled at your feet with finality.
His stare bore through you.
There was a low whining sound from someplace far away, yours, as you rubbed hard against his body and collapsed to the floor to settle between his legs again. A trail of fresh bruises were left in your mouth’s wake along his thighs. Audacious, but the need to satiate the flesh was stronger than any lingering intimidation inspired by this version of your lover.
The bruises disappeared before your eyes. The circles mottling the dead man's skin were never bright red. Angry maroon faded into smooth alabaster within moments as the pounding of your heart kept pace with the speed of your lover’s healing.
Your fist tightened around him. You latched tight and sank as far as you could, casting your gaze at him again proudly through hooded eyes when you barely gagged at this depth. It was the triumph of many months of training in the bedroom. Your cheeks hollowed.
Vlad was austere and gorgeous, and though he remained silent, those narrowed vermilion irises remained fixated on your actions. At least the way he gazed at you wasn't as lecherous as Alucard.
The vampire grew for you rapidly, a reassuring indication you were doing something well. The back of his fingers stroked your cheeks as you bobbed and applied more suction while you prodded his balls.
You stayed on your knees in supplication to a demon, feeling drunk in the act of perverse prayer.
You grew docile as you suckled your pacifier, marvelling at the fleshy taste of goodness when he tugged you off the ground and bent down to bestow another passionate kiss upon your hungry lips. Your tongues intertwined and shoved at each other. Your hands dug into his suit and traced the contours of his pecs, ravenously trying to get under and onto his skin. The royal vampire rumbled as you panted to catch your breath.
“I have something to show you, my Darling. It is as we discussed,” he said.
You almost forgot your arrangements through the haze. That explained why he was dressed this provocatively.
Show me.
The warlord’s hand enveloped yours as he led with a loose grip to the bedroom, where he stopped in the middle of the cavernous chamber. Somehow, you missed the leather sling dangling from the ceiling earlier. It oscillated ever so slightly in its emptiness. Not for much longer.
The vampire King, for all his nefarious reputation, stared down at you tenderly and smoothed the back of his hand over your face. So much power and all of it was restrained for your sake. A blindfold appeared from nowhere and he fastened it around your head reverently.
“Do you remember what you agreed to? What you asked for?” He said as he cradled both sides of your face and coaxed you into tilting it up at him.
~To be Continued~
Ch. 19- Valentine's
My broskie made this art of Alucard as a gift for me 🧛♂️🥰
If you are able to, comment something nice so i can tell him how beloved his style is
Happy Mothers Day
Because I'll call Sir Integra mommy anytime of the year
I'm going to look back on this one day, and there might be a chance I cringe to all heck, but right now, Alucard is in the angel picture frame ♥️ 🩸
Clearest photo I could find
If I get tired, I'll put a photo of my cat in there instead
A Night for Hunting Ch.18 -Interlude III
CW: 18+, NSFW, Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, explicit sexual content, Dom Vladcard, ROMANCE, oral sex, bondage, blindfold, ballgag, shadows/tentacles, ‘speculum,’ breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, affectionate vampire king, comfort, history, self-indulgent fantasies, cervical penetration, shadow writing. A couple who's BIG HORNY for each other Words: 5089
Extreme sex re: tentacle porn. But this is still emotional smut in the same strain as the other Interludes.
This chapter can be skipped and imo you shouldn't miss too much plot-wise. Something interesting that does happen will be described in later chapters. Don’t take the contents of this chapter too seriously. It wasn’t planned well in advance like most other chapters. The Reader is ovulating and so am I, that’s all. Oh daddy Vlad.
In this fic, vampires are infertile because they are dead, including their spunk, which Vlad knows. He's just indulging in a fantasy and contemplating a life which he knows would never have been possible.
I also went through this story from the beginning and made some small edits. I swapped some words here and there that I liked more and made two changes to ensure continuity and adherence to the canon:
Alucard should only be using one gun in Ch.7 since he doesn’t have the Jackal yet
In the OVAs, there was no painting hiding the entrance to Alucard’s lair
Excerpt below the cut
”Alu-!” You stopped in your tracks upon entering the great room after the check in the bedroom yielded no vampire.
“Vlad.”
The diffuse rays from another hall retreated shortly after illuminating the lounging figure, as if shying away from the night creature of legend.
Alucard was always correct whenever he mused about the wonders of darkness’ cover.
There was beauty in the unbroken shadows. The poor visibility compelled you to adjust to the nuanced differences in the most subtle shades of black. The brooding giant nearly fused into the surroundings, consuming any specs of light, his knee-length tresses flooding around him in an inky pool deeper than the background. No metal reflected the lamps outside. Vlad was unarmed, clad in a skin-tight suit covered in straps that outlined his impressive physique.
This was not who you expected to find. Twin citrine jewels flickered softly as they regarded you. You silently observed each other for a moment. Was he sad again tonight? No, clearly he could scent your need and was waiting to see what you would do.
‘The trappings of his physical form were meaningless,’ you recalled him insisting. You took wide exaggerated steps to allow your groin to air –and for your natural aromas to diffuse better. Kneeling at his feet, you wedged between the King’s knees and fumbled with the leather straps to fish out his member. The outfit was an irritating single piece garment. Fortunately, the clothing parted as you dug in and left you salivating at the creamy flesh nestled within a sea of darkness.
Summoning up a piece of forgotten courage, you glanced up at his imposing magnificence before standing abruptly to lead him back out to the throne room. Your lover was a king tonight and respect must be imparted.
You exhaled as you arrived and got a proper look at him. The jumpsuit accentuated the outline of those sublime proportions. His chest was thick and quads swollen with brawn; you could make out the grooves where his triceps began and where the “V” to his hips ended. The smoggy darkness cloaked him like a jealous mistress unwilling to relinquish her finest work of art.
His cock hung semi-erect from a carpet of neatly trimmed pubes.
The vampire was enjoying the attention, eyes sparkling as he watched you drink him up. The corners of his lips tilted roguishly and your gaze focused on those plump pads. Something snapped.
Your mouth crashed into Dracula’s in an open-mouthed kiss as you stood on the tips of your toes and nudged him back to encourage him to sit, to allow you to fellate the King on his throne.
Piece by piece, you took your time shedding the components of your night clothes, until at last you let your panties drop and join the pile pooled at your feet with finality.
His stare bore through you.
There was a low whining sound from someplace far away, yours, as you rubbed hard against his body and collapsed to the floor to settle between his legs again. A trail of fresh bruises were left in your mouth’s wake along his thighs. Audacious, but the need to satiate the flesh was stronger than any lingering intimidation inspired by this version of your lover.
The bruises disappeared before your eyes. The circles mottling the dead man's skin were never bright red. Angry maroon faded into smooth alabaster within moments as the pounding of your heart kept pace with the speed of your lover’s healing.
Your fist tightened around him. You latched tight and sank as far as you could, casting your gaze at him again proudly through hooded eyes when you barely gagged at this depth. It was the triumph of many months of training in the bedroom. Your cheeks hollowed.
Vlad was austere and gorgeous, and though he remained silent, those narrowed vermilion irises remained fixated on your actions. At least the way he gazed at you wasn't as lecherous as Alucard.
The vampire grew for you rapidly, a reassuring indication you were doing something well. The back of his fingers stroked your cheeks as you bobbed and applied more suction while you prodded his balls.
You stayed on your knees in supplication to a demon, feeling drunk in the act of perverse prayer.
You grew docile as you suckled your pacifier, marvelling at the fleshy taste of goodness when he tugged you off the ground and bent down to bestow another passionate kiss upon your hungry lips. Your tongues intertwined and shoved at each other. Your hands dug into his suit and traced the contours of his pecs, ravenously trying to get under and onto his skin. The royal vampire rumbled as you panted to catch your breath.
“I have something to show you, my Darling. It is as we discussed,” he said.
You almost forgot your arrangements through the haze. That explained why he was dressed this provocatively.
Show me.
The warlord’s hand enveloped yours as he led with a loose grip to the bedroom, where he stopped in the middle of the cavernous chamber. Somehow, you missed the leather sling dangling from the ceiling earlier. It oscillated ever so slightly in its emptiness. Not for much longer.
The vampire King, for all his nefarious reputation, stared down at you tenderly and smoothed the back of his hand over your face. So much power and all of it was restrained for your sake. A blindfold appeared from nowhere and he fastened it around your head reverently.
“Do you remember what you agreed to? What you asked for?” He said as he cradled both sides of your face and coaxed you into tilting it up at him.
~To be Continued~
Ch. 19- Valentine's
Alucard and Integra noncon reader together as a bonding activity 🫣 (ft. spit kink n humiliation pls)
tw: noncon, age difference, threesome, spit, power imbalance, size difference, humiliation, human ashtray, strap-ons, gunplay, fuck or die, sir kink
All characters depicted are 18+
Integra is very particular about who she allows into the Hellsing Organization, not wanting to have any weak links in her perfect chain of command, so when a new, very young (and very underpaid) employee of hers is shown to be very incompetent at her job, Integra decides that she's found a perfect new chew toy for Alucard.
Of course Alucard us more than eager to obey his Master's orders, especially if it means he gets to let loose and really show his sadistic side. The huge vampire is easily able to snatch up the little intern and drag her to Integra's quarters, her struggles barely even registering to the immortal being as he reaches his destination and Integra patiently awaits his arrival.
The blonde woman, smoking a cigar as usual, will beckon the nervous girl over, saying that she has an important task for her. But as soon as the intern gets close enough, Integra will put her cigarette out on the girl's tongue, making the girl squeal in pain while Integra orders Alucard to undress the girl, to which the vampire ravenously complies, tearing her uniform right off her trembling body as Integra herself gets ready as well.
Once Integra puts on her strap, she'll force it in front of the frightened girl's face and order her to suck it, to get it nice and wet since its going to be inside her sooner rather than later, and she can't exactly refuse with Alucard holding her head in place in front of Integra's cock.
"Now then, I want you to use that useless mouth of yours to get this little toy here nice and wet for me. Understood? That's 'Yes Sir' to you, harlot. Remember that..."
If Integra is rough, then Alucard is savage. He is huge, even by supernatural standards, and his cock is huge as well, and he's not going to be gentle when he shoves his thick meat into her untouched pussy, and Alucard can just barely control the urge to sink his fangs into her neck and suck her dry of all her sweet blood.
As Integra fucks the girl's mouth with her strap, Alucard decides to 'help' the struggling and gagging girl out, by spitting directly into her mouth. When she rightfully shows her disgust at his actions, Alucard will just tell her to shut up, snidely saying that he was just giving her some extra lubricant.
The girl doesn't get any reprieve from either end, not when Integra is blowing smoke in her face while fucking it with her strap and Alucard is violating her womb with his huge vampiric cock and his hands digging into her skin, but there's nothing she can do under the combined forces of her mistresses' loyal dog and the head of the Hellsing Organization.
Integra doesn't bother to reign Alucard in, even when the sadistic vampire is holding his gun to the girl's head as pounds into her relentlessly, his much bigger thighs against hers as he ravages her, and he's not pulling any punches either, because his gun is fully loaded and he is not bluffing about using it.
"Stop your bitching and just take my cock, or I'll blow your brains out... do you even have any brains? Why don't we find out? On that sounds so fun!"
This isn't the first time that Integra and Alucard have taken advantage of a helpless subordinate together as a form of master-servant bonding, and it most certainly won't be the last time, but now the duo knows that they've just found their new favorite toy.