Sands of Time (Hellsing•AU)

Armed Assassins (40)

•Graphic Violence
•Gore
•Rough sex

The time was fast approaching for the meeting with the Sultan. Vlad was concerned spies were in his country...

It happened to be a Sunday when Vlad and Ylva were out riding. They had stopped to swim. The Warrior Prince was out, almost dressed and ready but Ylva had just gotten out of the water.  Two men in leather and a third man in plate and chain came over the hill  to the lake. The men saw Vlad not full armored and a tall nude woman standing near her clothes.

The assassins kicked their horses forward and charged. The Warrior Prince mounted his war horse then prepared for the battle. One of the leather clad men went for the 'Wolf-coat'. Ylva grabbed her horseman's hammer and ran around a boulder then up it. She leapt into the air, a Norse battle cry ripping from her lungs. Her body came up and over, to knock the horse down. The would be assassin was pinned under the horse. The wolf berserker bashed his head with the hammer, still holding the reins of the horse. She let the reins loose and the light war horse rose back up under her.

Ylva pulled hard on the right rein and charged the man in the plate and chain. He was the best armored and pressing Vlad, so the last assassin could take a cheap shot at his back. The woman slammed broadside into the well armoured man. The force of the charge was so strong that both horses went down. The man in plate and chain let out a choked sound, when he hit the ground. Vlad knew he had the wind knocked out of him but was being forced, to contend with the last armed man. He ran the man through the chest then pulled his sword. His horse turned, as he heard a wet and loud thud. His 'she wolf' had placed the horseman's hammer, picked side down and punched it through the helmet.

It was that moment, that Vlad decided she came before all other women.

His eyes would never wander again and never be filled with lust, for another woman. She was naked, covered in blood and still ready to do battle. Ylva sat down as the adrenaline left her system. Vlad let her rest while he gathered the horses. He checked the war horse, the heavier armour the dead man had. It was a Fresian. The horse was the perfect war prize for the berserker. He had an idea who had paid for this horse and they would be at the meeting. His Úlfhéðnar would ride this prized horse and send a message to the person behind the attack.

The Impaler King was not to be fucked with.

Ylva stood up and wiped her hammer clean. "My lord, the enemy's plate and chain is still usable. Do you wish to take it? It can be refitted...for a soldier of yours."

"Hmmm...yes," the Prince rode over and stopped the horses.

Ylva dragged the body over to him and then just hoisted it on the back of a captured horse. She went to climb on her horse.

"Tsk tsk tsk...you can't return looking like that!"  Vlad was also moving his index finger as if he was scolding her.

He was extremely aroused by the blood, violence and her lack of concern, at the recent carnage, of the fight.

"Quickly wash up and get dressed."

Ylva turned then ran for the water. She dove in and resurfaced in the small lake. Her hands went through her long hair and started to wash the blood from it. Vlad closed his eyes as he licked his lips.   His mind was conflicted: he should ride back at full speed to his keep but his newly risen lust, got the better of him.

He dismounted immediately and gave his war horse a command to stay. As he stormed for Ylva, he removed an item of clothing, with every couple steps. The leather armor was not buckled so it was easy to remove once more.

The woman had just finished washing the blood off and stepped out of the water, to be tackled by the blood prince. The two rolled across the ground as he settled on top of her. He grabbed her head and restrained it, to kiss her hard on the lips, so he could force his tongue in her mouth. Her tongue played with him until he broke his open mouthed kiss. His body lifted off her enough to grab her legs and spread them wide. His arousal was so strong that his skin 'crawled'.  He slammed his painfully throbbing shaft into Ylva harder than he had ever any other woman.

She let a small hiss out for the moment of pain and shifted to rack her nails across his ass. Vlad let loose a feral growl and pumped his cock hard and fast into her. Her hips and legs rolled back and forth with his thrusts. She sensed he was close to cumming, so she wrapped her legs around his waist, then locked them with her feet.

Her mouth went for his neck, as two elongated fangs nicked his throat. A small thin line of blood slid down and into her mouth. She sucked hard then waited for the blood to stop. Her mouth moved to have leave a blood bruise, over the small cut. It was at that instant, she felt the jerks of his body releasing his 'seed' in her.

The Prince returned to senses and realized, he took her so hard that he may have seriously hurt her. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

She merely shrugged her shoulders " Ehh, I will only walk funny for a bit, is all..."

Her statement was greeted with playful laughter from Vlad. She must go to war with him. His Úlfhéðnar had a love for blood, war and lust, same as he had. They were to 'kindred' souls.

What he didn't realize, was that he had been marked by something not human. She was a vampire of the rarest sort. She was born one,that was blessed by two neter, she was the "Golden one..."

Once Ylva looked less disheveled and ready to ride, Vlad tossed the reins to the Friesian war horse. She looked the horse over and rubbed its head.

"My Prince you have rattled people's nerves," then leaped up on the horse without stirrups.

Her feet kicked the sides of the horse and broke into a gallop quickly. She slipped her feet in the stirrups as the horse ran. The woman looked over her shoulder to see the Prince following suit.

"Yyyya...sssss!"

The horse opened up to full speed and she rose up, like a jockey, to the speed of the horse.  She didn't turn her head but heard his verbal cue to his war horse to gallop. He was in hot pursuit of her, like the first day they met but this time laughter was coming from both of them.

"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend"
~William Blake