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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: Whoo-hoo, long chapter. Much longer than I intended. You'll see why. Things will begin getting a little more intense in all those areas from here on out. Now let's get too it.)
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Chapter 11: Taking A Break
Hansel swore when it had started raining, but kept up his pursuit of the wood witch. Honestly, he didn’t know why he bothered, witches were must faster than normal humans, he’d never catch her; she was too far ahead. And the witch’s taunting laughter ahead of him only served to remind him of that.
But stubbornness wouldn’t let him give up, nor would the thought of letting a witch get away to cause more harm to others. So he kept up the chase, trusting his sister and Van Helsing to deal with the wendigo, even though he knew there was no hope of catching her.
The rain just made it harder to keep up the chase as the ground grew muddy. He didn’t let that stop him though, and only skidded to a halt when all around him the trees started moving. Not in the sense of them coming to life, rather, their positions began shifting about.
He looked around as he watched the trees slide about. His gaze went down to the ground, and he saw it shift around as the positions of the trees moved. So this was how Blair stayed hidden by causing the forest to change. There had been days when, in the morning, he had looked out at the forest from town and saw different trees and shrubbery from the previous day, but he had never seen the change actually happen.
“I swear to God, I’m going to burn this whole damn forest down,” he growled in aggravation.
Of course, he knew that wasn’t an option. He and his sister had dealt with wood witches and nature witches before, but none had ever caused him the amount of trouble Blair was; moving a forest around must take a great deal of magic, far beyond that of an ordinary wood witch. Still, they couldn’t just burn down an entire forest. Even if they could, Blair would probably use her magic to extinguish the flames.
The trees finally stopped moving though, the ground looking as if it had ever been disturbed, but the entire area had definitely changed, and Hansel swore as he realized he had no idea where to go; not to pursue the witch, not to get back to his sister and Van Helsing, and not even how to get back to town.
Maybe chasing after the witch hadn’t been such a good idea. Perhaps he should have stayed with the others and helped them fight the wendigo, but he had no doubt that they would be able to beat it, and he hadn’t wanted the witch to get away. Now he was lost in the forest of the grand high witch’s territory at night. Oh, and she was a vampire to boot.
“Nice work, Hansel,” he grumbled to himself. “You really fucked up this time.”
As he looked around, trying to find his bearings, he began to feel fatigued. This was soon accompanied by the beginning of a headache, and he swore in irritation as he took out a syringe and injected himself. A minute or two later, the beginning traces of his headache disappeared and he began to feel his energy return. Not for the first time, he cursed that witch who had forced him to eat all that enchanted candy when he was a kid.
“Guess I’ll just take out my anger on the rest of your sisters,” he mumbled irritably.
The sound of laughter suddenly echoed all around him, and he held up his shotgun. This laugh had been different from that of the taunting laughter of the wood witch he had been chasing. Was there another one around? He both hoped there was and that there wasn’t since he would always be happy to send another witch to Hell, but at the same time, he and the others already had enough on their plate.
The laughter came again, and he directed his shotgun to different shadows around him, it was impossible to pinpoint where the laughter was coming from since it seemed to be coming from every direction all at once. He was definitely being toyed with, and it pissed him off. He swore if any witch showed her ugly face that he was going to blow it off.
A tap on his shoulder had him whirling around, but there was no one behind him, nor were there any traces of anyone having been there at all. The heavy rain was making it harder to see than it already was. It would make it far too easy for someone, or something, to sneak up on him. He needed to get back to the others.
There was another tap at his shoulder, and as Hansel turned, he suddenly found himself face to face with Blair, who had seemingly appeared out of thin air. Her hand shot out faster than he could blink, wrapping around his neck and lifting him off the ground. Before he could react, she shoved him away, and he flew backwards, hitting a tree and falling to the ground.
Huffing, Blair approached him and began pacing back and forth as she looked down at him. “You hunters are proving to be even bigger nuisances than I expected. You’ve complicated things.”
Grunting, Hansel pushed himself up. “Yeah, we tend to do that. If you and your kind weren’t such evil bitches, maybe we wouldn’t have such a problem.”
Blair’s eyes narrowed as she glared at him. “You killed another sister.”
Her obvious anger over the insect witch’s death put a smile on Hansel’s face as he started to get up. “Well, you shouldn’t have sent her into town. And didn’t you brag that you’re skilled in divination? Shouldn’t you have seen that coming?”
He knew that wasn’t how divination worked. It allowed the caster to see events of the future, but it didn’t grant them true knowledge of it, nor were the events they saw set in stone. But his jab was only meant to get a rise out of her as a means of distraction so he could make a grab for the shotgun he had dropped.
Blair was too fast for him. By the time he had grabbed his shotgun and pointed it at her, she flicked her wand, and a tree root wrapped around his leg and yanked him back, lifting him into the air so he was dangling upside-down. Tree branches reached down and coiled around him, binding him tightly, preventing him from shooting at her.
The vampire-witch approached him and brought up her wand, pressing the pointed end into his cheek. “You truly have no idea how much I wish to see you dead.”
Despite the danger at hand, Hansel refused to show fear. “So why don’t you just kill me then? Or do you need Papa Satan’s permission to make a move on anything? Speaking of which, does he like you to call him ‘Daddy’ when he fucks you up the ass, you damn whore?”
Her wand fell away and her palm struck his cheek hard enough to snap his head to the side. She looked at him with disdain as she brought her ugly face close to his. “You would do well to remember your position, hunter. I very well could kill you right now. But to answer your question, it’s as I said before, I want you to witness my child’s coming before you die and know that you failed. Then I will kill you, along with your sister and your comrades, slowly.”
Hansel gave a small nod and made a face that suggested that he found what she said interesting. “Well, that answers one of my questions. What about my question about what you call the Devil when you’re playing the part of his whore? Can Old Scratch actually scratch that itch of yours, or does he leave you unsatisfied?”
Blair cocked her head to the side and brought a talon-like nail up to his throat, grazing the skin as if she was considering cutting his throat. “When the time comes, I will truly enjoy killing you. For now, be a good boy and stay out of my forest.”
She waved her hand and he was released from the tree’s branches. The root still remained wrapped around his leg and pulled him down, the muddy ground parting beneath him until he was buried up to his waist. The next moment, the ground was dragging him through the forest so fast that everything passed by in a blur.
“I’ll see you soon again enough,” Blair called after him.
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The shifting of the trees drew Van Helsing, Gretel, and Edward’s attention, and they turned towards them ready to fight whatever came out. Much to their surprise though, as the trees parted, they saw Hansel being dragged through the ground towards them.
He shot right past the three of them as the ground pulled him along, and then he was suddenly spit out into the air, as if a geyser had erupted beneath him, and he flew up towards a tree.
“Shiiiiiit!” he shouted, just before he crashed into the tree.
He fell back, hitting his head on a thick branch before dropping onto his stomach and flipping over another one, and ended up landing on his back on the ground. Fortunately, the ground had grown soft from the rain, but that hadn’t cushioned the impact with the tree, or its branches on the way down, and the others winced for him.
“Hansel!” Gretel cried, and ran towards her brother’s side.
She reached him and began checking him over. She was relieved to see that he was still breathing, though he was out cold. He didn’t have any concerning injuries from what she could see, though he did have the formation of a bump that was quickly swelling on the back and front of his head from his collision with the tree and the branches he hit during his fall. He might have some bruised ribs too from his impact, but she would need to examine him more thoroughly to determine that.
Van Helsing knelt down beside her. “He ok?”
She gave a small nod. “Alive, but out cold. That was a nasty hit to the head though. Hope he doesn’t have a concussion.” She shook her head. “Idiot, running off on your own like that; you know better.”
That brought a small smile to Van Helsing’s face. If she was criticizing her brother like this, then she must have determined that he was probably fine; she would know him best. “We can have Carl take a look at him when we get back. It’s best to get out of here for now.” He glanced at their troll friend. “Edward, do you think you can carry him?”
The troll grunted and walked over to them, dragging the body of the man who had been the wendigo behind him. Reaching down, he scooped up Hansel and threw him over his shoulder, then glanced at the two hunters for instructions of what to do next.
“Watch his head,” Van Helsing told him. “He might be concussed.”
Gretel scoffed. “Do you know how many times the two of us have been knocked on our asses? My brother’s head is as hard as steel. He’ll be fine in a few hours. Probably more pissed than anything.”
With that, she began climbing the very tree her brother had fallen out of. Van Helsing raised an eyebrow up at her as she climbed. “May I ask what you’re doing?”
“Trying to see where to go,” she replied as she quickly scaled the tree. “The forest has shifted around. I’m trying to see where town is so we can head back to it.”
Van Helsing nodded, impressed by her thinking and resourcefulness, not to mention how fast of a climber she was. “Good call.”
Gretel climbed to the top and began looking around. The tree wasn’t that high, so she couldn’t see too far, but they hadn’t gone that far into the forest, and it didn’t take her too long to see where the tree line was, and she pointed in the direction.
“It’s over there!” she called down to the others, then glanced up at the cloudy sky as it continued to rain. “Now we just need to make sure we walk in a straight line with no stars to follow.”
Van Helsing immediately wished he’d brought a compass with him, though something was telling him that it wouldn’t work properly in a witch’s territory. “I’m sure we’ll manage; it can’t be that far.”
“Right,” Gretel agreed. “Hang on, I’m coming down.”
She began descending the tree. When she was about halfway down though, her foot slipped on the wet wood and she nearly fell, but managed to catch herself and regain her balance.
“Careful,” Van Helsing called up to her. “It’s slippery when wet.”
Gretel smirked, having worked that much out for herself, and resumed her descent. “I appreciate the concern, but I’ve got it under control.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before she stepped down on another branch and it broke under her weight. She let out a cry as she fell out of the tree, and Van Helsing rushed beneath her, holding his arms out.
He caught her, dropping down to one knee as she landed in his arms. He let out a sigh of relief that she was ok as she gave him a bashful look. “Thanks for that,” she muttered.
“Not a problem,” he replied, then gave her a pointed look. “Have everything under control, huh?”
Color filled her cheeks as she gave his chest a light smack and wiggled out of his arms. “The branch breaking was hardly my fault. Now come on, let’s get out of here; I’m completely soaked.”
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They were all completely soaked through by the time they had made it back to town, but at least the rain had washed away all the mud and grim from the fight. They left a trail of water through Renfield’s house as they deposited Hansel on the bed he shared with Gretel, and Carl began examining him as Gretel tended to Edward’s wounds.
“So, what was it?” Ben asked as he looked from one hunter to the next. “Was Blair there?”
Van Helsing shook his head. “No, not Blair, another witch, one of her underlings I assume.”
Gretel scoffed as she bandaged up the scratches on Edward’s head and face. “The bitch was trying to recruit that grieving woman whose son was killed after he was turned into a vampire.”
“Right, Mrs. Hendricks,” Carl replied as he gently probed Hansel’s ribs. At the questioning looks he received from Van Helsing and Gretel, he added, “She and her husband hurried in here while you were out. They were concerned with the state of her soul. I assured them that since she resisted the temptation and did not sign her name, she was fine.”
Standing in the corner with his arms crossed, Renfield’s brow furrowed in thought. “Why would they attempt to convert her?”
“Well,” said Ben thoughtfully, “my guess would be revenge. You know, for the witch that was killed earlier, the insect one. It would hit us so much harder to lose not just a life, but the salvation of one’s soul.”
Van Helsing’s fists clenched. “Well, they were right about that.”
“And thank God she resisted,” Carl added. “People who are hurting and vulnerable can make for easy targets for corruption. They’ll do almost anything to escape the pain, or they’ll be so angry at the world that they give in to evil.”
“Well, we got to her in time,” said Gretel. “I’m just pissed that the tree bark bitch got away. We’ll have to hunt her down once we stop Blair.” She finished wrapping Edward’s arm and gave the troll a smile. “There you go, all done.”
Edward ran his fingers over the bandages on his face, then over the ones on his arm. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, big guy.” She then looked at her brother and Carl. “How’s Hansel?”
The friar was still feeling the unconscious man’s ribs. “I don’t feel anything broken or cracked, though he might have some bruising. He’s got a rather nasty bump on his head though. Two of them actually.”
“Probably from when he fell out of the tree,” Van Helsing commented.
“Or crashed into it,” Gretel added. “Probably both.”
Carl nodded. “Yes, well, I’ll have to wait until he wakes up to do some tests on him to make sure he doesn’t have a concussion, but I think he’ll be alright.”
Gretel let out a sigh of relief. Despite what she had said to Van Helsing back in the forest about her brother being fine, she had been worried about him; he had taken a pretty hard knock to the head.
“Would you mind staying with him?” she asked. “In case he wakes up with any problems.”
“Oh, certainly,” the friar replied. “Ben and I can move our work in here. Um, that being said…” he looked uncomfortable with what he wanted to say next, “would you mind horribly if I extracted some more of his blood while he’s out? For the cure I’m working on for him. I think I’m really close.’
Gretel raised an eyebrow and glanced at her brother. She didn’t think he would appreciate having his blood drawn while he was out, but since he wouldn’t even be aware of it to raise a complaint…
She gave a small shrug. “Sure, why not. Just don’t tell him that I said it was ok.”
Carl’s face lit up. “Splendid. Um, Ben, could you assist me in moving my work in here?”
The witch hunting apprentice followed him out of the room, and Renfield glanced back at Gretel. “Well then, should we get back to the Necronomicon?”
Gretel’s face scrunched up into a look of frustration and dismay, and she began rubbing her eyes and temple. “Oh, God, no. I’m sorry, but no. After fighting that wendigo thing, I can’t deal with that fucking book right now. I just can’t. I’ll get back to it tomorrow, but I just can’t right now.”
“It’s fine,” Van Helsing said in understanding. “You shouldn’t take on more than you can handle; it’s only going to have negative effects in the long run. Rest for tonight, then start fresh tomorrow. We all need to keep our wits about us.”
Gretel gave an appreciative nod, and Renfield uncrossed his arms and moved away from the wall he had been leaning against. “In that case, I think I will get some sleep. Have a good night, all of you.”
As he headed out of the room, Edward got to his feet. “I go patrol.”
Van Helsing nodded. “I’ll be out to join you shortly. I just need to–”
Edward held out his hand as Van Helsing made to move past him. “No, you stay. Raining too hard.”
An amused smile spread across the monster hunter’s face. “I appreciate the concern, but I’ve worked in the rain before.”
But Edward just shook his head. “Out in rain all night no good. Don’t want you get sick. Need for later.”
“He has a point,” Carl replied as he and Ben entered the room carrying the friar’s chemistry set. “If the Antichrist rises, we can’t have you catching a cold and not being at your best.”
Edward grunted in agreement. “You stay, I go. Will call if trouble.”
An amused smile crept up Gretel’s face. “It’s like you said, you shouldn’t take on more than you can handle.”
Van Helsing’s eyebrows rose as he had his own words thrown right back at him. He had to admit though, they had a point. He couldn’t afford to be off his game when it was the literal Antichrist they might end up having to face, and getting sick would definitely do that.
And if he was honest, he didn’t think that Blair would try anything else tonight. The fact that she had opted to try and take some kind of petty revenge told him that she wasn’t in too much of a hurry to do… whatever it was she had been attempting to do when she had sent the insect witch. For all he knew, even that had been a revenge ploy for killing off her army of undead minions she had sent into town.
But that still posed the question, why had she sent all those mummies, zombies, vampires, and a golem? Had she been trying to eliminate the town for some reason? He didn’t know, and he didn’t like not knowing.
But as had been the case ever since he got here, there was nothing he could do about it. But perhaps he could take a look at the maps Carl and been had been looking at, or the notes Renfield had taken of what Gretel had read in the Necronomicon. It was unlikely, but maybe he could spot something they had missed.
Letting out a sigh, he gave the troll a resigned look. “Alright, I’m trusting you. Be sure to notify us if anything happens.”
Edward nodded. “I roar very loud.”
With that, he stomped out of the room. As Carl and Ben continued to set things up for the friar to continue his work, Van Helsing gathered up the notes Renfield had taken before tipping his hat to Gretel in departure before leaving the room. He made a quick stop to gather up the different maps of the forest before heading into his and Carl’s designated room.
Tossing all the papers on the table, he removed his wet jacket before he began going through them, starting with the notes from the Necronomicon. Much to his disappointment, there was hardly anything. The most were on what Gretel had already told him in regards to the Antichrist’s coming, about it being signaled by a red light from the Morning Star and the darkening of the moon. The rest were just some minor interesting, though deeply disturbing, bits of information, none of which would be helpful. The most these notes provided were a few additional details to the prophecy of the Antichrist’s coming that they had already known about for a long time now, and he let out an annoyed growl at the uselessness of it all.
“I get the feeling you’re not into research that much.”
He turned to see Gretel standing in the door before looking back at the papers. “I’m a field man, not a researcher. We had other people who dealt with this stuff.”
She waltzed into the room, shutting the door behind her as she came up to him and looked at all the papers. She picked up one of the maps and looked it over before letting out a sigh.
“You know that looking at this stuff is pointless, right?” she told him in a resigned voice. “We studied them for weeks, but came up empty.” She shook her head, as if she were disappointed in herself. “I don’t know, maybe deep down we knew that these stupid maps couldn’t help us, but we continued to do so because we just felt the need to do something.”
“I can understand that,” he replied, it was why he was looking over the maps himself right now, despite knowing that with Blair’s power to rearrange the forest that they would be useless. And since, as a vampire, she could fly, as could her comrades on their broomsticks, there was no reason to create any kind of pattern of familiarity when she did rearrange the forest since none of the witches needed to navigate through them. But it was just as Gretel said, he couldn’t just sit by and do nothing while knowing what was coming.
He glanced at the witch hunter, noting that she had removed a portion of her wet clothes and now wore a simple shirt and pants. “I thought you were supposed to take the night off.”
A smile grazed her face. “I am, from that damn book.” She glanced at him. “And what about you? No rest for the weary?”
He let out a light chuckle. “Unfortunately, no. Just because I’m not out there patrolling doesn’t mean I’m off duty. Evil never rests, so neither can I.”
She nodded in understanding. “Admirable, but unrealistic. A man can only do so much before his body gives out. Don’t you think you’ve earned a night of rest too? If only for your health.”
He sighed, all traces of humor leaving as he shuffled through the papers. “Even if I did, I’m too restless to rest.”
Her hand reached out and came down on top of his, stopping its movement. “Maybe I can help with that.”
He looked at her and she stared up at him, a somewhat mischievous glint in her eye and a seductive smile on her face. Her other hand came up to settle on his shoulder as she turned her body into him, then she raised up slightly and kissed him.
It was a simple kiss, at first, and he lightly responded, but then she kissed him harder, more seductively, attempting to stir up some passion. Often after a fight, she would find herself worked up and aroused, but there weren’t usually many men around who met her standards for her to take an interest in. So when she did find one that she liked, Gretel went for it. She had already made her attraction and desire for the monster hunter known earlier. Seeing him fight had left her feeling all hot and bothered, and now that she had an opportunity, she was not going to let it go to waste.
Van Helsing returned the kiss tentatively at first, but then with more enthusiasm, until he was completely reciprocating her kisses. But then he suddenly pulled back and took a calming breath as Gretel gave him a questioning look.
“What about your brother?” he asked, then recalled what she had said about her and her brother staying out of each other’s personal affairs, so he clarified what he meant. “Don’t you want to stay with him to make sure he’s alright?”
She smiled in amusement. “My brother will be fine. Believe me, he’s been through much worse and come out intact. Besides, I trust Ben and Carl to take care of him. Now shut up and kiss me.”
She pressed her lips to his again, and this time he responded more enthusiastically. In the back of his mind, he knew they should be focusing on the mission and not letting themselves get distracted by anything, but as each of them had acknowledged, they were at a standstill. Their only hope was finding something in the Necronomicon to help them. And if Gretel was taking the night off from it to recuperate…
That still left him though. Edward was patrolling, and Van Helsing had reluctantly agreed to stay inside since it was pouring out, but still, he felt like he should be doing something more progressive, even if he wasn’t sure what. At the very least he should be at the ready in case anything happened, even if he didn’t think anything would happen tonight.
Breaking the kiss, he tried to rein in his rapidly growing arousal. “This isn’t a good idea,” he whispered against her lips.
The hand on his shoulder clenched his shirt in her grip as she stared at him with hooded eyes, breathing heavily. “Like I said, just consider this some stress relief.”
She kissed him once more, and Van Helsing felt his resolve weaken further. His mind flashed to Anna, and he felt his heart ache, as if he were somehow betraying her. But Anna was dead and gone, and had been for three years now. And he hadn’t been with a woman since. But even the vow of marriage to remain faithful to one’s spouse ended with the death of their partner. And what person wouldn’t want their loved one to find comfort and affection where they could once they were gone? And Van Helsing had been so lonely for so long.
As Gretel’s lips continued to tempt him, his resistance broke. His hands went to her lower back and he pulled her close, kissing her hard. His other hand went to her upper back, pressing her against him, and both Gretel’s arms circled around his neck. She let out a moan as she felt his hardness against her, and Van Helsing used the opportunity to probe her mouth with his tongue, silently asking for permission. She opened up to him further and the kiss deepened as they held each other close, hands beginning to explore.
All traces of Van Helsing’s resistance were gone as he got lost in Gretel’s embrace. He had forgotten how good it felt to get lost in a woman, but the witch hunter was awakening that part of him again. He’d found her attractive since the moment they’d met, and he’d felt the sexual chemistry between them, but he’d ignored it, both out of respect for Anna and because they had a job to do. But now years of pent-up feelings were finally coming out, and he was losing control of himself.
He began trailing kisses from her mouth and down the side of her face towards her neck. Her damp skin tasted like the rain, and he wanted more of it. Grasping her shirt collar, he pulled it aside, exposing more skin as he kissed and sucked, and Gretel let out a moan as she panted in his ear with her eyes closed. It wasn’t enough, he needed access to more of her. Her shirt was a button down, but he didn’t have the patience for it. Instead, he grasped it and ripped it open, sending buttons flying; she could be mad at him about it later.
But Gretel didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she let out an aroused gasp as her shirt was torn open. Her own hands then came up to quickly remove the rest of her top, leaving her upper body bare, and Van Helsing turned his attention from her neck to her breasts.
A loud gasp escaped Gretel as his mouth closed over her pebbled nipple, teasing the nub with his teeth and tongue. She thrust her chest out to him as she pushed against his head to bring him closer, licking her lips in delight. It had been far too long since she had felt such pleasure, and she was craving it with an animalistic hunger.
She closed her eyes as she tilted her head back, delighting in the attention he was giving to her breasts. The rough feel of his stubble added to the sensation as he swirled his tongue around her nipple while his fingers teased her other one. He then switched sides, his hand taking the place of his mouth, kneading and caressing her.
“Oh, God, yes!” she exclaimed. “It’s been fucking forever!”
She looked down at him as he continued to pay attention to her chest. Her hands went from holding him to her to grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull it up. Van Helsing got the message and stood up straight, stripping his shirt over his head. Gretel let out a laugh as he briefly got caught inside it in his urgency to remove it, and aided him in pulling it off.
Once the garment was cast aside, she practically threw herself into his arms, wrapping her own around him as she kissed him again. Van Helsing’s own arms circled around her, crushing her breasts against his bare chest. Gretel moaned into his mouth at the feel of skin-on-skin contact and rubbed her body against his. She raised a leg to grind herself against him through their clothes, inhaling loudly as his lips attacked her neck again.
Pulling back slightly, she ran a hand down between them as his mouth returned to her breasts. She reached his belt, unbuckling it, then slipped her hand inside, feeling him hot and hard as she gripped him. She freed his member from the confines of his pants, pumping him in her hand. Van Helsing groaned as he buried his face into her neck, and Gretel smirked at his reaction to her touch. She hadn’t looked yet, but from what she was feeling in her hand, her earlier assumption was right; there was nothing ‘little’ about him.
“God, Gretel, you’re killing me,” he groaned as she smeared his pre-cum over the head of his shaft.
She let out a light chuckle. “I don’t want to kill you, but how about we go for ‘the little death’?” She raised an eyebrow at him in amusement. “La petite mort?”
Her words somehow penetrated his clouded thoughts. “You speak French?”
“I know a few phrases,” she told him as her other hand began working to push his pants down.
Unable to take her torment anymore, he pulled out of her hold and pushed his pants down himself, yanking his shoes and socks off along with them. He then dropped to his knees and grabbed at the belt of her own pants. Her own hands moved to assist him, and together they fumbled with her belt until they managed to open it. Gretel hurriedly pushed her pants down, and Van Helsing pulled them down the rest of the way to bunch around her ankles. Gripping her leg, he began pressing wet kisses up her inner thigh, making Gretel gasp with each press of his lips, until he reached the junction of her thighs, where he found her thoroughly soaked, and not from the rain.
Gretel let out a loud moan as his mouth immediately latched onto her nether region. “Shit!”
Her hand flew to her mouth as the word escaped her in a shout. Van Helsing gave no mercy though as his mouth worked her, his nose buried in the triangle of curls between her thighs. Gretel’s other hand buried in his hair, pushing him into her. Her other hand remained over her mouth to stifle her moans as she looked down and watch the monster hunter feast on her. She wanted to wrap her leg around him to pull him even closer, but her pants were still bunched around her ankles.
Her other hand left her mouth to also tangle in the monster hunter’s long hair, gripping it in her fist and scratching at his head as she panted heavily. “Shit! Fuck! Damn it! Shit! Oh, God! Fuuuuck!”
The stream of swears continued to flow from the witch hunter’s mouth as Van Helsing worked his tongue against her. Any thought of them possibly being overheard didn’t even occur to him as he brought up a finger and pushed inside her. Gretel cried out and threw her head back, nearly ripping his hair out. He pumped his finger into her, curling it as he rubbed her slippery, wet insides, and Gretel let out a scream, one of her hands once again flying to her mouth to muffle it as she came on his finger and tongue.
Gretel’s knees buckled as she rode out her orgasm, and she held onto Van Helsing in order to remain standing as he lapped up her juices. She panted heavily, her rain-damp skin now covered in a sheen of sweat. And as she regained control of her limbs as she came down from her high, she tangled her hands in the monster hunter’s hair again, pulling him up to her.
Van Helsing stood up and they locked lips. Gretel groaned as she tasted herself on him, and when she broke the kiss, she smirked at him suggestively as she pressed her palms to his chest, guiding him to walk backwards towards the bed. She stumbled slightly, tripping over her pants around her ankles, almost falling into him, and his hands came up to steady her.
They both let out a laugh over it, and Gretel stepped in her boot to slip her foot out of it, kicking her leg free of her pants. She then gave Van Helsing a saucy grin and pushed him backwards to sit on the bed. She then bent over to pull her remaining foot free of her pants and other boot before standing up. With the two of them now completely naked, they both appreciatively took in the other’s nude form.
“See anything you like?” Gretel playfully asked.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Van Helsing told her, surprising both her and seemingly himself with his language since he very rarely cursed, especially so vulgarly.
Gretel let out a laugh. “You should see what I’m seeing.”
Her eyes ran hungrily over his body, and she smiled as they settled between his legs. Yes, there was definitely nothing ‘little’ about him. And in this moment, he was all hers.
Feeling her mouth water as she drank in the sight of him, she eagerly approached, getting to her knees in front of him. She ran her hands up his legs and over his thighs before taking hold of that hard part of him. Van Helsing groaned as she worked her hands over him, her palms feeling surprisingly soft for the rough work she did. She watched him as she ran her hands up and down his shaft while kissing her way up his legs until she reached the main part of him.
Keeping her eyes locked on his as he watched her, she ran her tongue over the tip, licking up the clear, salty bead of fluid gathered there before taking the head in her mouth. Van Helsing hissed as she sucked on the top before her eyes finally left his as she began to take the length of him in her mouth.
Van Helsing’s head rolled back as a groan escaped him. He gripped the side of the bed as Gretel sucked him, bobbing her head up and down his length. She ran her hands up his body, settling them on his abdomen as she felt his muscles. His pleasured grunts egged her on as she sucked up and down his length. She felt his hands leave the bedside to tangle in her hair, encouraging her motions, and she hummed in the back of her throat as she took him deep.
A loud groan escaped Van Helsing as he tried to resist thrusting into her mouth. He looked down and watched her head rise and fall on his length before taking him as deep as she could and holding him there. He hissed in pleasure as her throat muscles massaged him, trying to maintain control of himself. Then she finally pulled off him, taking a much-needed breath of air and looked up at him.
Pleased at how she saw that she was nearly making him lose control, she gave him one last lick before standing up. As he sat with his legs hanging over the side of the bed, she climbed into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. He pulled her against him and Gretel let out a heated laugh as their naked bodies pressed together. She kissed him as she reached between them and took hold of him. Rising up, she placed him at her entrance and sat down onto him, making them both groan as he slid inside her.
“Oh my God!” Gretel grunted, and let gravity seize her as she sank all the way down onto him. “Holy… shiiiiiiiiiit!”
She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as he filled her, her hips meeting his. Van Helsing held her close, pressing his lips to her exposed neck, and Gretel let out a pleased groan. Her arms went around him as he hugged her to him, and she began planting kisses over his. Despite his size and despite not having been with a lover for some time, she felt only pleasure as he bottomed out inside her.
She began to move on him as they exchanged kisses. Van Helsing’s hands moved to her lower back, helping to guide her movements as she rocked against him, her own hands running up and down his back. They panted and moaned into each other’s mouths as they moved together, exploring nearly forgotten pleasures. Gretel’s legs tightened around Van Helsing’s waist as she locked them around him, hugging herself to him as she rested her chin on his shoulder, breathing heavily in his ear. Van Helsing gripped her hips, almost painfully so, as he pushed and pulled her against him in time with her rocking.
The minutes ticked by as they moved together, and Gretel’s pants and moans grew louder as she felt another orgasm approaching. Pulling out of the embrace, she unfolded her legs from around him and pushed him to lie down. She began riding him vigorously as she pinned his arms to the bed, her breast rubbing against his chest with her movements. She knew he could easily escape her grip, but he kept his arms there as she thrust and ground her hips against his.
Sitting up, she rested her hands against his chest as she kept him buried deep, frantically moving her hips forward and back, up and down. Her face scrunched up as if in pain as her pants came out faster and her moans grew louder and more frequent, her orgasm so close she could almost taste it. Van Helsing let out pleasured grunts of his own as she rode him, keeping his arms on the bed beside his head, gripping the sheets.
Gretel’s cries were rising in volume as she got closer to the edge, all thoughts of possibly being overheard forgotten. Her pace slowed then as she began making harder, slower thrusts against him rather than the faster, lighter thrusts she had been doing. Van Helsing’s hands found her hips again, aiding her in keeping up the rhythm, and her movements sped up once more.
“Jesus, fuck!” Gretel shouted as she suddenly came in a rush.
She lost all control of her body as she shook all over from the intensity of her orgasm. She briefly became aware of Van Helsing picking her up as he stood and turning them around so they fell on the bed with Gretel on her back and Van Helsing on top of her, and he slid them further up onto the bed. He began thrusting into her furiously, and the ecstasy that Gretel had not yet completely come down from began quickly building up again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck, clawing at his back as he thrusted into her.
Their coupling had become animalistic, bordering on brutal. Van Helsing grunted loudly every time his hips slammed into her. It was almost as if he were trying to get something out of himself, to purge something from his being. Gretel had experienced this before with a soldier who had seen several battles that she had taken to her bed. It had been like he had been trying to fuck the war out of himself.
She was experiencing that now with Van Helsing, though this wouldn’t register to her until later, and she loved it. And with all the battles he had been through, she couldn’t blame him, nor could she complain, as it made the whole experience all the more intense. She took everything he dished out and still asked for more, her moans and cries rising in volume and frequency as she held him to her.
She wasn’t sure how long it went for, but it seemed to go on forever. All she knew was the pleasure coursing through her body as he thrusted into her. And just as she was about to reach that precipice again, Van Helsing let out a loud groan and gave one final thrust before holding himself deep inside her. Gretel felt him explode inside her, feeling his member spurting deep.
The feel of his release filling her was the final push she needed to send her over the edge, and she screamed out her strongest orgasm yet as the two held each other close in a tangle of limbs.

(A/N: Well, that happened. I had been trying to build up sexual tension between pretty much since they met, because it was leading up to this scene. I think all those lemon challenges I've been doing though affected my writing a bit, because I hadn't intended for this scene to go on for so long. Oh, but don't worry, this wasn't just randomly thrown in, it will affect the plot. Don't worry though, this isn't going to become some big romance thing, it's just some hot sex between two characters. We've still got the main story to deal with, this was juts, shall we say, a bit of a break for these two. We'll be getting back to your regularly schemed program next chapter.)
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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters