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[hiscountess]

Hm. A fair number of you have spoken of certain type "pattern" in the series of "curses" that transpired past weekend. Could you clarify in this matter? Do we know what events are prone to happen? Do we have a list of them that would help us to create contingency plans for the more dangerous in nature

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[hercount]

[The temperature drops, shadows thickening as eyes open in the darkness]

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hiscountess]

[Integra's mind was set, once the process began, after she allowed him to suck the blood from her bite, it needed to end. Or it would have a negative repercussion. She didn't enjoy the prospects to agonize for years, although she didn't either wish to forsake her living privileges such a tea or warm meal just yet.

But I shall, for them.

Seras, Bernadotte, Alucard. The only steady constants in her life that were faithful in the end. In the cauldron of war where she decide what made a monster, what was a curse and who were the men.

Her father had been mistaken all these years. Everyone had been so bleeding blind! But she could finally see by herself how theory didn't weight to the cold facts.

Besides, she had missed him dearly and spent thirty years secretly longing for his return. As accomplished as she was, Integra was never truly happy until he finally said to her: "That's fine with me."She waited for him, switching from her office into the master bedroom, her quarters, wearing a white shirt and a pair of black trousers as usual

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hercount]

[Those eyes closed and the shadows surged forward as he stepped from them, detaching, though the darkness licked along the heels of his boots before settling back into place]

My Countess.

[He is dressed only in his own black slacks and white oxford shirt. No gloves, his pale hands are bare, nails short, but opaque. Taking a knee, he sweeps in for a dramatic bow before rising, a genuine smile curling up the corner of his mouth]

And you look good enough to eat.

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hiscountess]

This is only the entrance, Alucard.

[She missed the outrageous red coat. It was part of him. What was Alucard without that snappy fashion sense? Integra clicked her tongue and stretched her left arm toward him, slowly removing the glove from it. Finger feeding would be less potentially and accidentally deadly than taking it from the throat, thigh or wrist.

She had studied her possibilities.]

You are the main course.

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hercount]

[He wore the red coat normally, but tonight was more intimate and thus he'd left it behind. Though he did wonder what she would look like clothed in it and nothing else]

Mm. Is your glove the only thing being ... taken off?

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hiscountess]

Quite. My hand is only thing necessary to be disrobe for this.

[She affirmed with a satisfactory smirk curving her lips. He made her wait and suffer for 30 years, she would take her own sweet revenge in intensifying his longing.]

If you have second thoughts, we could abort this.

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hercount]

[Groans in pleasured pain, wanting to touch more of her, to see more of her. He wants her badly, but knows he will only have pieces until she is ready to give herself to him]

No second thoughts, my Countess.

[And steps to her, pulling Integral's warm body in against his and leaning down to kiss her forehead, eyes closing as he breathes in her scent. He pulls away, but keeps one arm around her waist, the other hand sliding over her shoulder, down her arm and grasping her wrist, drawing that bare hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles, then her palm]

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hiscountess]

Proceed, then, Count. I warn you, I expect to survive the night and the days ahead to indulge myself in the privileges of my favorite tea and meals served.

[Integral clarified enjoying his ministrations on her body. She felt a fleeting anxiety of how her aged flesh must look in his senses, but that passed, he had been all right with this. While he kissed her knuckles, she was opening wide her hand, spreading her fingers in an almost erotic way for his penetration.]

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hercount]

[He was not adverse to wrinkles and found her beautiful, strong and powerful. He wanted to penetrate her with more than just fangs and it was driving her mad. Lips parted and he flicked the tip of his tongue over the webbing of her finger, then slid it down the digit before sucking the digit into his mouth, nibbling over her warm flesh*

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hiscountess]

Alucard.

[Integral frowned, secretly enjoying this foreplay, no man had ever touch her like that. She would not allow this, there was nobody else she could trust in this except for him. It was perplexing to many who already knew her feelings. Seras and Bernadotte being exceptions, they had figured out before she did.]

I don't have all night. In my weakening condition, I can barely stay awake.

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hercount]

[He groaned around her finger before taking it fully into his mouth. Fangs slid lightly over the webbing on either side, a brush, a warning, and then he bit down, breaking her flesh and tasting the hot blood that welled here. His arm tightened around her waist, grinding his hips against hers]

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hiscountess]

[For a moment, Integra was worried he would bite her finger off in the rapture of bloodlust, but the sensation of his fangs piercing her flesh. God. She abandoned reason after that. She had heard and read about how the feeling must be, but she hadn't been completely ready.

Once again, theory couldn't live up the practice.

Her eyes lolled up in pleasure, one pleasure that she didn't have anything to compare: carnal desire? or perhaps the relief of a body maddened by thirst and hunger finally finding fulfillment? She couldn't quite rationalize what was happening except for feeling herself drifting.]

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hercount]

[He didn't bite through, in fact, he was very careful to retract his fangs after the initial penetration. Instead, he sucked slowly, hard on her finger, laving his tongue at the wounds, clasping her hard to him, feeling her pleasure]

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hiscountess]

[Her finger tensed inside his mouth and she gathered her wits to force her head into staring him. Her vision was blurry, still dazed by the desire she was transpired. Her ashen cheeks were flushed and her heart rate speed up steadily.]

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hercount]

[The sluggish flow of the wounds soon tapered, much too soon for his liking, but Alucard continued to nibble at that digit, drawing his tongue in sure, smooth strokes.]

flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press

[hiscountess]

[She shivered at the prolonged ministrations with his tongue, but her gaze was already faltering. She felt her mind blanking and blackening all of a sudden, her contorted body spasming in a painful manner. She managed to whisper.]

G-Get a doctor.