Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
A/N - ‘Mais oui’ is French and is pronounced *may we*. It means a rather emphatic “Oh yes.” Warning: I went to great lengths to avoid any plot in this chapter. I hope I succeeded.

BOOM
Maggie nearly jumps out of her skin as she’s awakened by the loud crash of thunder. The sound of pouring rain fills the room as another flash of light brightens it. A second later the rolling boom of thunder shakes the windows and Maggie’s nerves.
Because of her sensitive hearing, Maggie’s never really liked thunderstorms and if she still had control of her powers, she would be ‘pushing’ this one along its way just like all the rest. Instead she sits up in bed, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. She ignores the pain of the scrapes and bruises as she tries to think of pleasant things while the tempest rages outside the windows.
Her first thought is of Abe, and her heart nearly stops. She’s scared to death of the idea of him being out in the pond during this storm. She shudders again as another flash brightens the room for a second which is quickly followed by another boom. She’s sure that addition of fresh water won’t bother him, but lightening is attracted to large bodies of water.
“It’s alright, love, I’m right here,” a soft voice calls from the direction of the bathroom.
The sound of the deluge outside covered the sound of him leaving the tub and walking into the bedroom. While the almost completely dark room makes it nearly impossible to see him, she still looks in the direction that she last heard his voice. A second later the room is lit briefly by lightening and she catches a glimpse of a totally nude Abe walking towards the bed. Her relief is short lived as the thunder that follows makes her shiver again and she hugs her legs closer to her.
“Shh, love, it’s alright,” he whispers as he sits next to her on the bed and carefully pulls her to him. “It’s just a thunderstorm.”
She buries her face into his chest and grabs his torso in a nearly bone breaking squeeze. She clings to him like her very life depends on it as her body quakes from another crash of thunder. He lightly runs his hands up and down her back as he tries to think of something that might distract her from her fears.
He decides to go with the obvious. He starts to gently stroke the side of one of her breasts while his lips try to find anything to kiss which is just mostly the top of her head since she still has her face smashed into his pectoral muscles. It takes her a couple of minutes for her to notice what he’s doing. He knows the instant she does because the shaking stops and her body becomes very tense. She slowly pulls away and tries to look up at him in the dark.
“Are you trying to seduce me, monsieur?” she asks teasingly.
“Mais oui,” he playfully growls back just before his lips claim hers.
A small whimper escapes her throat as the hands that had been clinging to him are now petting and caressing him. His mouth leaves hers as he works his way down her chin, across her jaw until it finds her ear and neck. Meanwhile, his hands are fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples sending her well past the point of reason.
She grabs him and flips him onto his back and manages to get a startled grunt out of him. She climbs on top of his legs as her hands continue to caress him. She moves up a bit as she lies on top of him and kisses him for a few moments before she starts to work her way back down his body. She makes a brief stop at his neck and gently licks the front gills on either side of his neck causing him to shudder and groan.
She slides down a little as she continues her ministrations on his body with her lips and tongue. She doesn’t get very far before she runs into something hard. He grabs hold of his erection and holds it in place as she wiggles down on to it. Once he’s fully sheathed inside of her, she pushes herself upright. They bring their hands together and she begins to move up and down, sliding his penis in and out of her core.
They both groan in pleasure as she continues to ride him as he helps her maintain her balance. He can see rather well in the low lighting and he watches her as she throws her head back and starts to moan. His mind goes blank as he revels at the feeling of her hot wet velvet stroking his staff. She suddenly leans forward as she picks up the pace and starts to pant and sweat from the exertion.
She pushes herself further and further towards the precipice and all too soon her release comes with an arched back and a cry. She collapses onto his chest and lies there panting. After waiting for her to come back to reality, he grabs her, flips her over and pulls her to the edge of the bed as he slides off getting a squeak of surprise and a whimper of loss as he pulls out of her.
He crouches down in front of her as his lips begin to work their way south over her collar bone and down her chest to one of her breasts, tasting the salt from their latest endeavor. He draws the sweet pink bud into his mouth and starts to lick and suck on it until it completely hardens against his tongue and she’s moaning his name. His lips continue their trek down to the nether regions as she continues to groan out his name. He goes down to his knees as he places her legs over his shoulders and she’s forced to brace herself with her arms to stay off of her back.
His tongue dives into her, tasting her juices as she begins to writhe with the pleasure. He licks sucks and nips her lower lips making her squirm with the ecstasy. He soon finds her clit and proceeds to lick and suck this little delicacy sending her straight over the edge screaming his name.
When she comes down from her high, she’s barely aware of the fact that she’s now leaning on her elbows as she looks down to barely see him working his way back up her body in a brief flash of light. Several seconds later the thunder rolls by and she’s not sure if it’s because of that or the fact that he’s just taken the previously ignored nipple into his mouth that’s causing the shivers to hold races up and down her spine.
She quickly feels her arousal rekindling as he continues to lave his attention on that little bundle of nerves. Just as she sure she’s going to totally lose her mind, he lets go of her nipple and reclaims her lips. After several moments of passionate kissing, he works his way over to her neck and ear creating goose bumps as he does.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he whispers in her ear.
With a moan, she rolls over and drags herself up onto the position he’s requested as he stands up. He carefully positions himself at her entrance and then slides into her eliciting a groan from her. He grabs hold of her hips and starts to move back and forth. Her skin is so slick from sweat that he has trouble keeping a hold of her and then suddenly it’s not a problem any more.
With a startled cry, she throws her head back, grabs hands full of bedding and starts pushing back to meet his thrusts. All that is left is the noise of flesh slapping together and their grunts as they drown out the sound of the fading storm. There is nothing else but them and the feeling of their joining. All that matters is to keep moving, back and forth, in and out, faster and harder, never stopping.
He repeatedly slams himself into her, delighting in the friction created by them. She drops her head as she puts all of her concentration and effort into matching his moves. She feels it coming and she happily races towards her climax. She tries to move faster but a combination of her arms not being that strong and him having a death grip onto her hips keeps that from happening.
So she continues to grind into him as best she can. The force of her slamming back into him nearly knocks him off of his feet, but he manages to maintain his balance as he thrusts into her. Her heat soaks into him causing more blood to head for that area, and at this point, he wouldn’t be too surprised if most of his brain cells were down there too.
He can feel himself getting closer to the blessed edge of oblivion. He tightens his hold on her as he pounds into her harder and faster and her louder cries egg him on. All too soon, he can feel her body convulse as she screams out his name and a second later he finds his own release within her as the most intense exchange of memories occurs.
The front half of her body collapses with exhaustion, but the back half remains upright. After about a minute his mind clears enough from the mind blowing experience, he then goes to release her and he can’t. After a few moments he realizes that the suction cups on the palm of his hands are attached to her as he tries to pull a hand off.
“OUCH!” she protests. “Abe, what are you doing? That hurt.”
“I’m sorry, love,” he responds. “Um, I think we have a problem.”
“What problem?” she asks, less than amused.
“I’m stuck,” is his embarrassed answer.
“Excuse me?” she questions irritably. “How are you stuck?”
“Well, it seems that this last endeavor made you very sweaty, which in turn made you very slippery” he explains. “I was trying to hold onto you and I guess I unconsciously used my suction cups on your hips.”
“Which means…?” she prompts.
“I’m stuck,” he repeats.
“So?” she growls. “They’re your suction cups, just make them let go.”
“I can’t,” he replies and quickly continues before she can respond. “It seems they latched on when they were opened all the way up. I can’t get them any wider to make them let go.”
She half kneels half lies there rather uncomfortably for several moments digesting this news. Here body already aches from the abuse it received earlier and now the suction cups are starting to pinch. All of that combined with the lack of sleep and she’s on the verge of tears.
“So, what do we do now?” she asks, her voice slightly shaky.
“We have to figure out a way to get the suction cups to release without hurting you further,” he answers, feeling her misery through their contact.
“What do you suggest?” she whispers.
She’s not sure why, but it’s getting more painful the longer he hangs on.
“Your skin is no longer flushed with blood, so it’s starting to contract. That’s why it’s starting to hurt more,” he states. “Water won’t do any good to get them to loosen since that’s what they’re designed to work in.”
“Then what about oil?” she hisses in pain.
“That might work,” he replies. “Do you have any up here, or should we go down to the kitchen for it?”
“There’s some liniment oil in the bathroom,” she states.
“That should do,” he responds.
“I’m going to get off the bed now,” she warns.
He takes a step back and gently guides her down to the floor. Once her feet are firmly on the ground, she takes a moment to get her bearings. She places her hands on top of his and then starts for the bathroom.
He follows along behind, matching his steps to hers so they don’t trip each other up. Since she’s so much shorter than him, he has to walk with his back slightly bowed and his arms at a funny angle which after a few minutes gets to be pretty uncomfortable.
They finally reach the bathroom without incident and she turns on the light. She stands there for a few seconds as her eyes adjust to the sudden brightness before she heads for the sink. She opens one of cupboards under the counter, bends over at the waist and starts to shift through the various bottles. After about a minute of searching, she finds what she’s looking for.
“Work the oil into your skin around the suction cups,” he instructs into her ear.
She opens the bottle and pours some of the contents onto her hip. Then she slides her hand under his and follows his instruction really working the oil into the skin. After several minutes of massaging and applying more oil as needed, she stops and does the other side. When she’s done, they stand there and wait, but nothing happens.
“Why haven’t they let go yet?” she asks, a bit frustrated.
“The skin needs to be flushed again to get them to loosen,” he answers.
“Do I need to add more oil?” she inquires in confusion.
“No, love,” he replies. “The skin needs to be flushed with blood so that the skin goes back to the way it was when they first latched on.”
“And how do you suggest I do that?” she questions.
“Like this,” he whispers in her ear just before he starts to nibble on her neck.
She lets out a whimper as he concentrates on the body he’s attached to and remembers how good it feels to have his hardness sheathed in her hot wet softness. He thinks about how wonderful this last time felt to be sliding in and out of her and hearing her scream his name.
He’s pulled out of his reverie by the sound of her actually doing what he was thinking of just before her legs give out and he barely catches her before she hits to floor. He scoops her up into his arms, grabs the bottle of oil and carries her back to bed. By the time he’s lying her back down on the bed, she’s come back to her senses and she’s none too pleased. She sits up and stares at him with eyes filled with confusion and pain.
“What just happened?” she whispers.
“We got my hands free,” he replies, showing her the unbound appendages.
“What did you do to me?” she demands
“I made your skin flushed with blood the quickest way I knew how,” he explains as he sits next to her on the bed.
“Don’t ever do that to me again,” she growls as her eyes narrow.
“I don’t understand,” he responds, his head tilted to the side. “I thought you enjoyed orgasms.”
“I do,” she replies sadly. “But that one just felt so…empty. I’m not sure I can explain it any better than that.”
He gently strokes her face and she closes her eyes as she leans into the caress. He bends over and places a very light kiss on her lips.
“You don’t need to explain,” he whispers.
She wraps her arms around him and pulls him towards her. He returns the hug with one arm and rubs one of the sore spots on her hips with the other, changing hands and hips after a while. They stay that way for some undetermined amount of time before he gently pushes her back.
“You need to get some more sleep and I need to get back in the water,” he states.
She looks at him with sleepy half lidded eyes and nods. She crawls back under the covers, squirms around until she gets as comfortable as she can and with a sigh, closes her eyes. He watches her in silence until her breathing becomes slow and even before he returns to the bathroom. He turns off the light as he enters and spends a moment enjoying the quiet and dark. Then he slides back into the cool water affording himself a self satisfied smug smile. His distraction worked.
- 12
- 13
- 14
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

A Magical Wedding