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She is dutiful, devoted, and is waiting for him to arrive. Steam curls about the room in near transparent tendrils from the hot bath that's situated in the centre of the chamber - a bath that's situated within the ground to look more like a small circular pool. The dark tiles that make up its interior give the water a darkened effect to look something akin to a pit or a bottomless hole, but she is aware of its depth and knows she could stand in it and the water would reach just beneath her breasts.

Candles are lit and have been placed all throughout the space to give it a look of ambience - a romantic setting, if she thinks about it - and is captivated by their flickering flames while tall shadows play along the smooth surface of the walls and ceiling. He's bound to enter at any moment now, and Tifa is ever eager to serve him when he does.

When she hears the door open, followed by footsteps she knows to be his, her heart begins to flutter in both eagerness and happiness to see him. The door closes and locks behind him and she knows they will be alone, just the two of them, in this room together. None else shall enter here.

"My master," she coos and approaches him, the gossamer of her gown fluttering over toned legs is held by a white bodice where her breasts look ready to spill over at the slightest tug. Her long, dark hair is twisted in a loose braid and rests heavy over her shoulder; her ruby eyes shine with adoration as she takes in the appearance of Vlad as he is all she sees.

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Vlad took very little things in life lightly. Even the woman he chose to bathe him is done with such focus. Part of it is the man, and part of it simply must be so. As a leader, any amount of people could be plotting his end at this very moment.

But not Tifa. No, the light of God shines in her her. He treats her different because of it. Vlad is nothing close to cruel towards her. When he looks at her, he sees everything she is.

Like now, when he steps into the light and is greeted. His eyes lock onto her, fixated on her in much the same way as she does with him. The intensity in his eyes never wavers, and it makes for quite the look. His dark hair is loose and gives the man a wild look. His poor excuse for a bath cloth does little to hide the shape of his cock.

"Good evening, Tifa." His deep voice seems to boom so easily as he starts to step slowly into the water, thick accent carrying along the walls. His presence is absolute and near overpowering.

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There is no denying the surge of attraction she has for this man. It's as clear as day in her expression and she knows Vlad can read her just as easily. But Tifa knows she has nothing to hide from him, because there isn't anything to hide. She is devoted to him, yet knows that, a man in his position, would have enemies on all sides - even those within his own court. The toll of that knowledge must weigh heavily upon him, so she takes it upon herself to ensure that the moments he spends here are without worry and concern.

Tifa would like to believe that Vlad could trust her - perhaps more than he would with others. If by choosing her to bathe him, to be with him when he would be at his most vulnerable, is anything to go by, then perhaps he does. She would never step out of line and speak to him as though they were equals - not unless he gave her permission to do so.

"Your bath awaits you, my lord," she gestures with a gentle wave of her arm to the pool of heated and scented water. The flimsy bath cloth covering his cock does little to prevent her from seeing how well endowed he is, and it is because of this that there is a healthy flush to her cheeks and bosom.

"Will you allow me to bathe you this evening, my lord? I wish nothing more than to ease the burdens you carry around that weigh heavily upon you."

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Vlad walks in and sits, his shoulders and chest immediately available to Tifa. His back to her, he stares ahead when he speaks. "There is no other in all this land more beautiful than you. To feel even your hands upon me would be a blessing I can barely fathom." Vlad doesn't turn to look back at her, instead patiently waiting for his bath maid to start working.

His head is tilted at an incline, his thoughts occupying him somewhat. Nothing bad, mind you. Only flashes of Tifa's pale figure and the large breasts that threatened to spill out even if all she need do is catch her breath.

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She immediately goes to him, anticipating his wants and needs without him needing to say a single word. The cadence of his voice sends a rush through her as she approaches him, his full permission given to do him a service that she knows how to do well.

Tifa begins by trailing her gentle touch along his broad shoulders, her fingers running along the contours of muscles built there that lend him an alluring physique. However, there is more to him than just his honed figure, for Tifa loves him and has had fantasies play throughout her mind of a life where she could be his and only his.

"My lord," she breathes, now coming to stand before him. Even as he is seated, he is still rather tall. But this is not something that will impede her work. Without breaking his gaze, she reaches for a thick, clean cloth and bends down to grab the soap that's situated in the porcelain dish at the edge of the circular pool. As she does, the bodice of her dress dips low and offers him a plentiful view of her breasts - even a little peak of her nipples as her mounds press against the restricting resistance of the bodice.

"I am but a humble bath maid, but these moments I get to spend with you are by far my favourite of the day," she says while lathering up the cloth with the bar of soap and reaching out to brush his long dark mane of hair aside to begin washing his body.

Being close to him like so has her breathing hitch, almost a pant, as the swell of her breasts heave ever so gently with each intake and exhale of breath.

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Vlad has seen a great many things in his life. Terrible, violent things. Some of them (plenty of them) he has done himself. He has also laid with and seen his fair share of beautiful women. Yet when this lovely brunette stands before him and glorifies the man, her voice rattles throughout his bones, past the coldest parts of Vlad and into his heart.

When she reaches down, a separate heat all its own spreads throughout his body. It makes him feel like a young teenage boy all over again, being stimulated by something he's definitely seen before: breasts. Yet the way her flesh trembles, the way the pale mounds heave in his face with her every breath. It's different. Everything about her feels different.

It has for some time now.

"I admit, I often think of you while I'm away. Your touch is a welcome sensation. Your eyes windows to a soul I could stare into until my dying day, when my final breath leaves me and I join God by His side." A teasing flash of pink. Surely to not bed her before the Lord himself and bury his seed deep inside of her would be a disservice to mankind!

Despite these heated thoughts, Vlad is incredibly still.

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She is gentle as she is methodical. Despite the yearning she feels, and it is quite great, Tifa has a task to do and she wishes not to disappoint her lord. Every so often, she'll lather up the cloth again with more soap, washing his skin in controlled circular motions to release him of the toils of the day that cling to his flesh.

"You have, my lord?" His confession sends another rush of arousal through her, yet it also accompanies the feeling of pure elation. She knows Vlad to speak the truth and Tifa believes him when he says this, for there would be no motive to lie to her, even if she is just his chambermaid. "May I be so bold to say that I think of you as well? I always pray for your safe journeys and even safer returns, and when I glimpse upon you as you reenter your kingdom, I am overcome with joy," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she remains diligent in her task.

His words regarding her touch and her eyes leave her near breathless and weak in the knees, yet Tifa keeps herself upright. By now, she is near wanton and she can already feel her arousal beginning to coat her inner thighs. There is the sudden urge to divest herself of the corset, but she keeps it in place. The thought of him undressing her has her nearly moan out loud.

"That you, my lord, would think so highly of me makes me more happy than you can ever know," she says, having now come to stand behind him. She brushes his hair away from his back and allows herself to press up against the expanse of his back, her breasts flushed and pressing against his broad shoulders as she washes down his arms and sides.

"...I will confess that I have had other thoughts, my lord. Thoughts that I dare not speak out loud lest they be too...sinful."

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Vlad listens carefully to each word Tifa speaks. Each syllable stirs his spirit and gives him life. When he feels the chambermaid at his back, he slowly inhales.

When she mentions sinful thoughts, he exhales softly. "Whisper them into my ear, child. I will tell you whether or not they will lead you to Hell. Speak and maybe instead, you will find yourself in Heaven as well."

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She takes a few seconds to compose herself, taking in a soft shuddering breath before she leans into him, her breasts flushed against his back - so much so that the top of her gown slips down a little and reveals the dusky pink of her nipples.

"...I have thought of what it would be like to be with you," she begins after another pause. Before continuing, she swallows and licks her lips, and there is another urge to run her tongue along the shell of his ear, especially since she is so close to the side of his face.

"I have thought of how you would take me to your bed and have your way with me." To put emphasis on this, she pushes into him, which, in turn, makes her breasts push further out from the confines of her bodice.

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"I see." Vlad doesn't sound upset, nor does he sound all that surprised. He explains why almost immediately as a beam of light from the moon shines through an open stone window. It casts upon the pair, making Vlad's following words ring all the more true.

"I had a dream of you while I was last out. It's the reason I returned to you so suddenly. In this vision I was a beast, a monster unleashed upon your very soul. I devoured it along with your body." Vlad's head turns to the side enough to catch Tifa's own gaze. The light from the moon seems to make them glow, the intensity in them burning brighter than they ever have.

"In this dream we became one. I was you, and you were me. More than a tangle of limbs, it was akin to a joining of souls. I will take you from this bathhouse and your role as chambermaid to lay you upon a cross of roses and thorns as I fill you again and again before the eyes of God Himself." Vlad turns his body a bit more, one of his hands coming up to cup Tifa's chin. The touch is gentle, but she can feel it in very bones that if she accepts this offer, she will be ravished utterly and completely.

"You will be more than my woman. You will be my heart. My very being. I'm going to kiss you with the blessing of our Lord at my back. Run, while you can." Then his lips meet hers, fitting tightly to her own as Vlad kisses the chambermaid with a focused intensity one only hears in the darkest of fantasies.

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It feels like she is in a dream. His words wash over her like the softest of silks and gossamer, and then everything zeroes in what he tells her - what he promises her. Her voice cannot be trusted, so she just nods and leans into him, wanting everything he has to offer her and more. She will gladly take what he gives and will remain devoted to him. She will be more than his woman, he's said, and this elates Tifa to a place she seldom knew.

She does not run.

When he kisses her, Tifa tries to do so in kind, but finds it easier to simply allow Vlad to do as he wishes for it means pleasure for them both. The intensity of such a kiss is one straight out of her fantasies, the ones she keeps to herself - the ones she has of him and only him. There has only been him.

"I will take everything you give me, my lord," she says once there is space enough to talk. Her lips are tingling and red and if this means what she thinks it does, then she decides to forgo any reservations and climbs into his lap, straddling him. She is not wearing any undergarments beneath the slip of a gown and bodice that conceal her flesh from his, so he can feel her cunt and how wet it is.

He can also see that her breasts have spilled out and are on full display, pressed against his exposed chest. "I am yours. Only yours," she mewls against his mouth, seeking to drown in his kiss once more.

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Tifa will get the kiss she wants again with not even an ounce less of what she got before. When their lips part once more, Vlad shifts Tifa in his lap a bit so that he can stand and hold her in his arms. He carries the young woman newlywed style and gently lays her down onto a wide stone slab. Various incense surrounds it. He lights one and the rest somehow light along with it in a sort of domino effect.

The scent is difficult to describe, but seems to make this general area quite warm. It also gives Vlad a strange glow. More-so when he pulls away the flimsy cloth and stands before Tifa in all his glory. Now it was time for Tifa to be in hers.

"Remain still." He tells her, leaning over her. The affect of the incense combined with an actual size difference between them makes Vlad seem like a tower. He reaches out and brushes his fingers along the young woman's cheek, slowly trailing them along her jawline, down her neck. He feels her pulse there but continues the path. Strands of dark hair brush ever so gently along Tifa's stomach, his eyes roaming her figure.

They settle on her breasts, his beloved's nipples appearing achingly hard already. He touches one, fingers squeezing the tit itself while his thumb brushes over it in several teasing motions. Yet his intention is not to tease, but to explore...and that somehow feels clear. His free hand busies itself with tearing away the bodice and flimsy cloth she wore as well. Tifa's chest jiggles in such an enticing manner that Vlad cannot recall the last time a pair entranced him so.

His fingers are on the move again, trailing lower, over the flat of Tifa's stomach. They move and are replaced with his lips just above her navel. Then below.

Lower.

Lower.

There. His tongue greets her clit with a sharp motion from his tongue. His hands touch upon Tifa's legs, spreading them a little more, then sliding down and gripping under the limbs themselves as he tastes his angel again and again.

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It's like she's weightless in his arms as he picks her up, but that's hardly what she's focusing on. His kisses are sending her to heaven, the way he devours her, claims her, marks her so that she will be ruined for others. It is a gift she will cherish until her last breath, because it was he who gave it to her.

There is a vague sense of him moving throughout the room as he carries her, now bridal style, and Tifa can't help but envision herself as his wife. It's so fanciful that she nearly giggles, but holds her tongue and allows herself to relish in the closeness he has given her, to be this way with him. The stone slab is cold against her back, making her hiss gently between clenched teeth, but that soon disappears as she watches him discard the cloth that had been protecting his modesty.

She has seen him fully naked before, since she was responsible for his baths and making sure he was cleaned from head to foot every day he came here. Even then, she thought of him as a man who could sweep her off her feet and take her away from this life of servitude to be by his side. Thoughts such as these fed her fantasy, but it became apparent that Vlad was a man who concealed much of his thoughts from others lest he be betrayed. It was here, when he was with her and they were alone, that he had been more open. Perhaps more than his company, she cherished the fact that he'd trusted her so.

Needless to say, she knew her lord to be very well endowed - but this particular night made it seem different. When she gazes upon him, her loins are inflamed at the prospect he means to take her, make her his. She is thrumming with excitement at such a thought and promise.

And when he leans over her, his towering form concealing the candle light that illuminates this space, allowing the scent of the incense to take hold, he is all that she sees as he undresses her. Tifa is not hiding herself as he removes her gown or rips away her bodice - her breasts bouncing and jiggling from the force he uses. Now freed of her constraints, she can't help but arch, pushing her breasts further upward; an open invitation for him to do as he pleases.

But when he reaches out, trailing his fingertips along her skin, like a ghosting touch, she begins to mewl, keening softly at how he teases her so, yet she knows he is taking in her body like an explorer would a sacred artifact or a map. The fact that he would look and touch her with such reverence has her gasping softly, silently begging for more.

And it seems her prayers are answered. As his questing fingers, and now tongue, venture lower down her body, she looks down at him with baited breath as he spreads her legs apart and dips his head between them. The sensation of his tongue upon her clit has her cry out, back arching almost painfully. She is pliant in his grip as he spreads her even wider and there is a heady blush that covers her face and reaches to her breasts.

"M-my lord!" Tifa exclaims, unable to remain still as she undulates her hips, wanting more from him. Her hands, clenching into fists, need something to do, so she reaches up and squeezes her own breasts, fingers pinching her own nipples as she massages them just as Vlad continues to taste her.

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While Tifa busies herself with her bountiful chest, Vlad holds fast to his beloved. His fingers dig in against the young woman's soft porcelain skin. Time blurs while he's down there, for him there is only the two of them, God, and this incredible pussy that Tifa's keeps using her hips to put into his face.

Not that she's going to hear her lord complain about that. Instead he seems to encourage the motions with his own thanks to his hold on her. He guides Tifa's motions, helping to keep her from losing control by exercising his own control over her.

His eyes lift, showing him the flat, toned stomach. Further up, the fleshy mountains that she so eagerly plays with. Were he less serious, he may have smiled at the sight. Instead it only serves to arouse Vlad further.

Make him want her even more. His heart yearns, his cock silently begs. Soon.

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He's driving her insane. She'd thought he would lose himself in her, let go of the control he so holds onto, but it's quite the opposite. As Vlad reigns himself in, he makes sure that Tifa doesn't go over the edge as well. It's like he intends to let her reach that peak only on his terms.

"M-my lord...My lord, please!"

She's begging now, uncaring that she's doing so. He's driven her to this point, gyrating her hips and continuously pinching at her nipples until they become sore to the touch. The slightest graze of her fingers against her breasts has her cry out softly, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Why do you torment me so?"

The words whoosh out of her with laboured breath, yet she is kept at bay from reaching that climax she so desperately craves.

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Vlad pauses, still holding onto Tifa, but lifting his head so that he can place a kiss upon the sweet mound of her pussy. He nuzzles it gently, showing it love before looking to her once more.

"I must apologize. I could not help but give you one final chance to prove yourself." Vlad releases her and joins Tifa on the stone. He fits between her legs gracefully, slipping his arms under Tifa's knees. His tip is already pressing snug against his beloved's entrance.

"Allow me to finish you this way. Hopefully it will convince you to forgive me." His hips move forward to bury his cock inside of Tifa's eager pussy. It envelops him with a wet warmth that makes him inhale sharply. She's tight--likely a virgin if she's offering herself to him. As he moves, he makes sure to not hurt Tifa too much with the first few initial thrusts.

As time passes, however, he moves with more behind the motions, on his knees and leaning over Tifa's body as he rocks it against the smooth stone.

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When his merciless teasing stops, there is total clarity. He's given her a reprieve for just a few moments - but those moments are enough time to watch him, to be completely focused on him, as he mounts her atop the stone slab where she lays, waiting and open for her lover and lord.

His voice, the cadence of it, sends pleasurable shivers through her as her eyes flutter when she realizes he means to give her exactly what she'd been begging for. There is absolute trust in her eyes as she looks up at him, his body caging hers though she is a willing prisoner. There is no other place she'd rather be.

"My lord. Vlad...," his name leaves her in a whisper as she can feel the tip of his cock nudge at her entrance, seeking to be let in. The way he has her legs open will make it so that there is no resistance, not that she would offer any - not to him. She is his for the taking, for she has dreamt of this moment for so long Tifa can hardly believe it is actually happening.

The first initial thrust is met with some pain, she won't deny that. Her face cinches into a slight wince as he buries himself inside of her; there is a moment where the pain has become slightly more uncomfortable that she gasps out in pain but it is not cause for him to stop or leave her. She intends to see this through.

As he leans over her, completely, Tifa can't help but feel safe. It takes a few more thrusts for the discomfort and pain to cease, which is soon replaced with a pleasure she's only fantasized of. It leaves her breathless, as she moans unintelligible words, his name, or anything that leaves her which tell him she wants more.

Her arms come up to wrap beneath his shoulders, pulling him down with the strength she has, and seeking his mouth for a searing kiss.

"Vlad...," she breathes against his lips, her tongue swiping gently against his bottom lip as she kisses him again.

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The scene melts away just as their lips meet again in what will be one of many in an amazing night for the both of them. This moment becomes a blip that will lead to the creation of a figure that will transcend time. His legend will be forever, though there are many an iteration of the tale.

This is just one. A continuation. A tall, broad-shouldered man stands in the corner of a special VIP lounge. Only the rich, famous, and beautiful can make it in. Even then the choices are slim pickings and the rules quite strict. Rich people--a very boring group--shuffle about and talk with one another about nothing permanent or anything that matters.

He sees them, hears them, doesn't care.

The coat set loosely about his shoulders compliments his suit well. He sets down the cigarette he has been toying with and watches the unknowing through his round, tinted glasses.

His name is Alucard.

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She’s walked into the lounge, the plan memorized for what she needs to do. There’s a member of Heidegger’s group, from Head of Security, that frequents this place and is known for his loose lips. It seemed like a no brainer that Tifa would be the one to pull this mission off because Shinra doesn’t know her, or seen her face.

Just like she’d been told, Tifa can see him sitting at the bar, ordering another drink - at least from what she can glance at by the empty glasses that are near him. The bartender looks annoyed with him, but as long as the lounge is opened, the bar remains as so.

As she walks further in, the soft murmurs of conversation ceases. She knows the people here are looking at her - and this is precisely why she was chosen; to make this good of an impression. The rich purple dress she wears stops at the tops of her thighs; adorning around her hips is a golden belt that hugs her curves in all the right places - same as the dress; the matching coloured pumps make her legs appear impossibly long; and to the top part of the dress has a heart-shaped cut-out which reveals the swell of her breasts.

Her long, dark hair cascades down her back like an ink swell, shimmering in the ambient lighting.

The target barely looks up from his drink as she continues to stride towards him, but she finds herself slowing down, looking in the direction where she feels something pulling at her psyche. When she sees him, almost blending in the shadows, Tifa stops.

Catching his gaze, she immediately feels something stirring deep inside - something she can’t pin point. It leaves her almost breathless and thrumming with a restless, excitable energy.

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Before the heads turn in response to the presence, Alucard picks up on a shift from within himself. His gaze shifts from behind his tinted shades to the doorway Tifa soon walks through.

That face.

He sees it first, her full lips and wide, kind eyes tugging on something. He stares a whole through this woman he has never met, yet feels so familiar. As if a piece of the past just waltzed right in.

One he tried to keep buried. When he notices Tifa picking up on his staring, a person walks past Alucard and suddenly the person who had been staring is gone.

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In a moment, even though she knew she hadn't looked away, the man she'd been staring at was gone. Tifa can't explain it, but it suddenly feels like time has caught up - at least with her, like she was propelled back into the present and no one else in the lounge seems to be aware of this change...or if they ever experienced it at all.

Whatever happened, it seems that the person she'd been sent here to get information from has gone. Gil rests on the counter and the bartender's already begun taking away the glasses and washing them. She's only aware of the buzzing of her PHS when she takes it out of the clutch she'd brought with her. A text message lights up the screen.

Target on the move, we've got it covered.
Meet you back at the bar for the meeting tomorrow.

Okay, so no one's expecting her to be back tonight - which works in her favour, considering she's unable to shake this feeling of having known that man who she saw before. But where to start looking?

It's as if her question was answered when a waiter approaches her and hands her a neatly folded piece of paper.

In the back, is what the note says and the waiter leads Tifa to that area, away from those who've gathered here to spend crazy amounts of gil on drinks and cigars and food that hardly looks edible. Still, she doesn't question when she steps past the threshold into a more private area.

This space, as the door closes behind her, makes her think of the Honeybee Inn but the colour is darker. There is a bench that looks plush and soft enough to sleep on that spans the entire back wall, and a few armchairs that look like they'd belong to someone who would own a mansion or sprawling manor. To her right, there is an ebony counter that spans a good few feet with neat rows of crystal glasses and tumblers, decanters of amber and gold liquid which must contain the finest malts and bourbon money can buy.

On the ceiling, there is an elaborate, and very expensive, looking chandelier. The lights have been made out of finely spun glass and are illuminated in a low light to set the mood.

She looks down at the note and then glances around, but doesn't see anyone here.

"...Hello?"

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"You trouble me, woman." The deep voice calls out. It doesn't boom out, instead feeling as though it settles onto her, traveling down her spine. Try as she might to look around further, there is no sign of the owner of this voice being in the room.

"Something about you is familiar. As though my past has come to haunt me anew." Slender fingers settle onto Tifa's shoulders, daring to slide under the straps of her dress.

When she turns to see or even try to attack, there will be nothing there. The straps of the dress are halfway down Tifa's arms. "A familiar scent as well. What's your name, woman?"

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She has half a mind to turn back, leave and just go home when the voice calls out to her. His voice bears a familiar cadence, but she can't quite place it - like it's something from a memory of long ago, but the recollection is blurred, like trapped beneath a thick wall of ice that can't be penetrated. It's frustrating.

She feels his voice, his presence, rather than sees it - which is true, considering she can't see anyone else in the room with her. Tifa thinks this is nothing more than parlour tricks until she feels a slender hand upon her shoulder, toying with the strap of her dress - which seems more like a negligee than anything else - when she realizes the straps have already fallen off her shoulders.

She's just about done with this.

"Tifa. Tifa Lockhart," she says, a little annoyed, still frustrated, yet she remains in the hopes that he'll tell her who he is and why he seems so familiar to her.

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The strap stuff is just a test really. Were she some meek mess that collapsed at the slightest thing, he may have been disappointed. Instead it reminds him of someone he can't quite see fully. Even in his mind it's difficult.

Then she says her name. The silence that follows is stifling. The presence is clearly there, as are the pair of possible eyes. They glow a dim orange. Sooner than later, the eyes start coming closer, the figure's shoes echoing along the floor. Stepping into the light reveals that the eyes were shades, and that this is the same man that pulled her attention onto him earlier.

"Named after someone?" He asks, slowly getting closer until he stands right in front of her, towering over the shorter woman.

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It's going to take a whole lot more than straps of her dress to slip off her shoulders to scare her off. While it's not something she would find amusing, or even enjoy, under different circumstances, but with him Tifa feels like she's done this before...been this way before, with him. The fact that she can barely pieces of her memory together regarding him begin to take its toll on her.

She notices the change when she tells him her name. He reveals himself to her, stepping out from the shadows themselves! Still, Tifa holds her ground and doesn't break her stare away from him. She's come here for a purpose and intends to see this through.

His towering height does add a bit of intimidation, but she's squared off larger enemies than him. However, this does not seem like it will become a fight. Nothing of the sort.

"I guess a relative," she says, looking up at him and noticing the colour of his eyes and how piercing they are. She knows those eyes; she has to.

"And what about you? What's your name? You asked me here and haven't even introduced yourself."

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A relative.

This is going to be annoying, isn't it? Alucard let's out a sigh and looks up for a brief moment. Well, there's a chance he knows this woman somehow, best to find out what that exactly is. It won't be anything good, not with the way the name made something stir deep in his body.

A part of him that he's kept locked away for so long. "It's no name you'll recognize." The shades come off with one hand while his free one reaches out to cup Tifa's chin. Her gaze will be pulled into his own, looking deep into her, inside to the core, to where generations of memories and familiarity flows within us all.

He doesn't like what he sees. It gives him pause, only able to speak his own name. "Alucard."

The scene changes, showing what Alucard saw in his mind. His old self and the simple, honest barmaid that he came to love. They're on the bed, having left the bath chamber. Now it's the woman showing her beloved what she can do, sinking onto Vlad's cock until she's completely seated. Tifa's head lifts, her log hair thrown back, breasts giving a single, healthy bounce.

Then her beloved gives her permission to move on his cock...

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His name isn’t one she knows, his face not one she recognizes as he tips her chin up. These things mean nothing to her during these moments, yet the memories, hazy as they are, remain. They tell her it all means something; they tell her she’s known him before, in another life.

That other life comes to her the second it does for him.

The memories become clearer, sharper, now. She can see everything that had once been too blurry or clouded; she can see all that was hidden from her just moments ago. He looks different in these memories, but so does she. And yet, Tifa recognizes herself and the man who calls himself Alucard - except she’d remember him with a different name back then.

The scene changes - when it started out, she remembers them being in a large room, atop s stone slab, and now they are in what looks like a bedroom. She’s sitting astride him, straddling his waist, naked as the day she was born. What’s more is that the Tifa standing before Alucard in this private back room can feel the stretch of his cock of the Alucard in her memories inside of her. Tifa, in the now, gives an involuntary moan - soft and barely loud enough to be heard anywhere else.

Tifa reaches out to Alucard and grabs hold of the lapels of his suit, anchoring herself to him as her knees become weak.

“Haaahh…” She buries her face into his chest, the memory of her fucking this man, in his bed, playing like a rampant movie in her mind. Every thrust she can feel coursing through her body, and her inner thighs become sticky with her arousal.

[hellsing_drug]

"To think I would come across something like this." The connection is reaching from so many years ago that Alucard is stunned--for a moment, anyway.

He quickly recovers and grins, lifting Tifa's chin so he can press his lips to hers. His long tongue slips past her lips, tangling around hers and stroking it as he kisses her deeper than she'll ever be kissed.

The past sees Vlad's strong hands come up to squeeze Tifa's tits. His touch is firm, borderline rough.

Alucard is different. When he finally allows their lips to part, he drags that tongue along Tifa's jaw and down her pale, slender neck. The motion is quick, fluid, and lustful. It continues along her shoulder as Alucard swiftly slips behind Tifa to slide the straps of her dress down the rest of the way.

The lights flicker, and suddenly the dress is off, pooling about Tifa's ankles. Alucard wraps his arms around her, pulls Tifa against him so that her hips lift and his bulge fits between the young woman's round, toned cheeks.

"A thong?" He practically purrs into her ear as one hand roughly squeezes a tit. The other slips between her legs, the tips of his fingers pressing firmly against Tifa's wet pussy. They slide up and down, tricking and teasing her body that penetration will come.

It does not. "Who are you trying to impress, chamber maid?" Alucard grits his teeth at the slip, and pinches Tifa's nipple in frustration before relaxing and fondling her in a gentler fashion.

[heavenlybrawler]

It’s like all the missing pieces fall into place when he finally kisses her. She doesn’t resist, rather she encourages him to be a little tougher — a testament to her suddenly remembering and this feels like a reunion.

One moment she tangles her fingers in his midnight hair, urging him closer, and the next has him behind her, the dress she’d been wearing is now pooled around her ankles on the floor. The bulge in his pants is nestled snugly between her ass cheeks and Tifa grinds back against him, inhaling sharply as, in her mind she can see herself and Vlad fucking on his bed, his hands roughly fondling her breasts, while Alucard caresses her with the patience of a devoted lover.

Her neck and jaw are still tingling from where he’d trailed his tongue along her flesh.

“Apparently you,” she sighs as she gyrates against him, placing her hand over the one he’s got fondling her breast, and holds him there. In her memories, at this exact moment, she can feel herself being bounced on his cock, her pussy slick with arousal and making each thrust a most pleasurable one.

“Take it off me,” she says, with a low, keening whine, almost like an order. Her other hand reaches down to pull the thong aside, revealing pink, glistening pussy lips that begged to be touched.

[hellsing_drug]

"As you wish." Alucard replies, tone dark and smooth as he simply tears away the bit of fabric. Like that it's gone, and she only barely moves within his dangerous embrace. Gloved fingers trace the plump lips, earning a pleased sound from Alucard at how eager she is.

"You ache so." He says in that some low tone, teasing the sensitive pussy with the firm tracing of his fingers. "Moan for me, and maybe I'll give you further pleasure."

His thumb gives her nipple a flick for added effect.

[heavenlybrawler]

His voice sounds like it can come from the darkened corners itself and she’s unable to keep another keening moan inside of her as her head tilts back when he complies with her mewling demands.

He’s so meticulous in his ministrations that she doesn’t need to say anything, only unintelligible gibberish flowing from her lips, while her hips continue to undulate and gyrate as she seeks her pleasure from his fingers. He’s so good at this, especially in the way he encompasses her in his embrace, that Tifa feels like she’s weightless.

As the seconds pass, she finds herself turning her head to press her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his darkly scent that tickles a memory that may, or may not, have been her own. One thing she does know, other than this pleasure undoing her in the most sinful of ways, is that she trusts him…

Her moans leave her, just like he’s asked of her, and Tifa finds herself not holding back anything as she rides his hand, feeling that pressure building up with the promise of cresting over into something intense.

“Please…please, put them inside me…hnnnnng…please…”

[hellsing_drug]

Alucard chuckles darkly and slips two, slender fingers inside. "Is that better?" The question echoes in Tifa's mind as an image of Vlad easing Tifa down into his lap and onto his awaiting cock flash through her mind. Just as the fingers curl and move the young chambermaid in the past is fully seated on her beloved.

Through time itself the sensations build upon one another, Alucard eagerly fingering Tifa, rocking her firmly in his dark grasp. He doesn't hesitate to make a mess of her, straps and the dress itself--even her thong--a mess of fabric.

His fingers pinch and roll the breathtaking young woman's nipple as his fingers move with a harsh familiarity. Like he knows just how to curl them, just how to move, just how rough she wants it..meanwhile Vlad flashes in her mind once more, grinding Tifa down onto his cock before taking hold of her himself and fucking her on it. Up and down the chambermaid moves, her heavy breasts bouncing in too enticing a manner.

Her darling Vlad can't help but take a nipple with his lips, sucking hungrily even as he fucks her on him like a dark, primal animal overflowing with decadent instinct and experience.

[heavenlybrawler]

Tifa is overwhelmed with pleasure. The intensity in which he fucks his fingers into her is more than enough to see her through, but when she has these visions of someone who looks like her–exactly like her–being bounced on her lover's cock, Tifa's moans turn into keening cries as she grinds her hips into Alucard's hand.

"It's so much," she manages to gasp out, her arousal slick and wet and coating her inner thighs as she spreads her legs wider, trusting that his grip on her body is strong enough to support her when she puts her full weight into his arms. "So much!"

His fingers know exactly what to do as he crooks them in just the right way, making her head tilt back as her throat is fully exposed to him, her breasts, now fully exposed as her dress lays in a flimsy heap on the floor, heave with the effort it takes to breathe.

"Yes–" the moment she can see her lover in her dreams seal his mouth onto one nipple, Tifa can feel it as Alucard's fingers continue to pump in and out of her pussy.

"Please, inside me...I want you inside!"

[hellsing_drug]

"Need it that bad, my pet?" Alucard withdraws his fingers and bends Tifa over. His hands grab hold of her wrists to keep her held in place as those heavy breasts hang like beautiful fruit from a tree.

Round and ripe. Just like the rest of her. With a gleam in his eye, Alucard shoves his cock into Tifa and immediately pounds away at her. His clothing is a simple thing to change, and therefore even easier to remove.

So to have her as quickly as she needs is nothing. To fuck her with such power is beyond simple for him..and yet he enjoys it so. He grins like a beast--no--a monster as he claps her cheeks and buries deep, deep inside Tifa. Her breasts sway and bounce with each motion. His hold on her sees him pulling her back enough that her back arches and those big, heavy tits bounce freely.

"Huh. What a unique sight." He speaks of the full length mirror on the other side of the room. Thanks to what he is, it looks a lot like Tifa is being raised by an unseen force or being.

[heavenlybrawler]

She is unable to answer him, at least not with words, so Tifa nods as he positions himself to enter her. She feels so wanton, so open, and ready to promise anything his heart desires as long as he does not stop fucking her. His cock is buried so deep and she can feel the drag of it against that place that has her seeing stars.

With every thrust, she can feel it in the way her breasts bounce and how her ass jiggles as he rams himself into her; her nipples are erect and the slightest touch of cool air against those pebbled peaks makes her cry out, begging to be touched and squeezed.

And when he shifts so that her back arches and her breasts are pushed out even more, Tifa can look at herself in the mirror and see how sensual she looks—in addition to not being able to see Alucard behind her, despite feeling him there.

Her mind is too addled with pleasure to focus on the technicalities of this, and all she is able to do is moan out how good this feels and his name, over and over again, like a prayer.

"Please! Please, make me cum! I want it!"

She's begging, uncaring at how wanton she sounds, but she feels desperate.

[hellsing_drug]

"What will you give me in return?" Alucard asks the question as casually as a stroll through the night. For some reason, he feels like pulling something more from this beautiful young woman.

"Your life? Your soul?" His voice is a deep, dark rumble, a hint of amusement in them. His hips continue to move with ease, each thrust smooth and fluid. Yet nothing that can be compared to a human. There's something supernatural about it all.

Even with his taunting questions, the past blurs with the present, carrying over and building inside the room. "Swear them to me!"