(VD-day 💗2021/monster👹 mating)(🔖Wattys 2022 A House to Alucard anthology submission)(🍋)Kiora Casey, a battle harden mercenary, joins Hellsing Organization on a recommendation by Captain Bernadotte-himself.
Alucard shows no interest in the Irish...
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A few nights later, Alucard is traveling the halls of the manor, as he still has not been on a mission. His sensitive ears hear Kiora singing Gaelic then stop.
"Tha d 'ainm nas binne (your name is biter)..." she tells a spear. Her fingers caress the oak shaft.
Miss Casey starts to stroll once more and softly sing, "Macha, màthair an fhearainn, màthairdhomh(Macha, mother to the land, mother to me)...
She pauses at a Norse ax and shield, "Agus mar sin tha an t-ainmagad a 'buaintha do chompanach a 'cur (and your name is harvester, your companion is sower).
Again Kiora strolls softy down the hall of polished wood, singing, " Macha, màthair an fhearainn, màthairdhutsa agus dhomhsa(Macha, mother of the land, mother to you and me)...
"Ce-ai rătăcit prin sălile de Hellsing de data aceasta din noapte? (what had you wandering the halls of Hellsing this time of the night)?" Alucard asks.
Kiora turns to Alucard, "Tu, bătrâne...(you old one)."
Alucard scoffs, "Eu? Mă îndoiesccăartrebuisăfiuflatat (Me? I doubt I should be flattered)."
"V-ați mai datseama(Have you figured any more out)?", Kiora asks playfully.
"Your goddess is an ancient War Goddess that shape shifts into a raven. She can foresee the future of battles because she invites war to happen..."
Kiora pretends to yawn. "Always the war part, not how she is tied to the land, fertility, horses and kingship."
Alucard rumbles a low warning growl but Kiora tilts her and smiles. She is silently challenging the Shadow King. Suddenly two white gloved hands threw her against a wall, then pins her, feet dangling off the floor. Kiora's eyes pinprick then blow out in dilation. Her long legs hook around Alucard's waist as she tries to draw the Vampire King tight to her body. A low moan escapes from her mouth.
"What is your problem child?" he hisses.
"Your scent...five hundred years of fertile soaked fields and my mother's acorns spread across them," her voice low and heavy with a sexual tone.
Alucard now comes to the conclusion: Kiora Ó Cathasaigh, is not human. The Unholy King needs to prove it now. "So I Smell like plowed earth? I am a vampire that rests on his native soul...not very original."
