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Beauty and the Beast Within	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 15623 -:- 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.

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They come crashing into his room with her still in his arms and the sudden noise sends the cats running for cover. Hellboy kicks the door shut with a resounding ‘CLANG’ and Liz reaches over and locks it with fumbling fingers. She barely notices being pushed against the door as his lips work their way across her jaw bone to her ear and neck. Her legs tighten their hold around his waist as his left hand makes its way up her skirt and she moans as a couple fingers slide past her wet panties and into her pussy.

“Oh god, Red,” she moans and he grins against her neck.

She moans with two weeks worth of need and pent up frustration as he works his fingers in and out of her, rubbing her clit as he does. She grinds her hips into his hand as her cries echo off of the walls and she’s sure she’s losing her mind. He suckles her neck just below the ear and moments later she’s screaming her release as his hand gets even wetter.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of her and she groans at their loss, barely able to hold onto him but at the same time wanting more. He pulls his head back so that he can suck his fingers clean and nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels her tongue licking up her own juices off of his hand. He watches in fascination as she greedily sucks and licks her cum off of his digits and he groans as his cock quite possibly reaches a new level of hardness.

He growls deep down in his throat as his right hand reaches under her skirt and rips the crotch out of her panties causing her to gasp and giggle for a moment. Then she pulls one of his fingers in her mouth and starts to suck on it in earnest, staring at him with eyes that are dark with desire. He moans with want and pain since the fastening for his pants is on the left and she currently is holding the left hand hostage.

She finally releases the digits and his pants are unfastened and down around his ankles in record time. He slides his length within her and they both groan with the incredible feelings they inspire in each other. They pause for a few moments, both trembling, afraid that it’ll end too soon.

She squeezes his cock with her internal muscles and with a whimpered moan he starts to move. He starts a slow pace at first, tormenting her and driving her crazy as the pressure builds. She rocks her hips to match his thrusts with hopes that he’ll start moving faster, but he keeps up the tortuously sedate pace until she sinks her teeth into a pectoral muscle.

He lets out a growl and starts driving his large cock into her cunt, making her throw her back against the door as she cries out in ecstasy. His grunts and the sound of hot, moist flesh slapping against each other join her voice in filling the room. All too soon, she’s screaming her completion and a few thrusts later he joins her with a roar.

He uses one arm to hold her up as he leans on the other against the door, breathing a bit heavily as he does so. She’s thankful for his arm because she’s barely able to hold onto him since the muscles in her arms and legs seem to be made out of jelly. It feels like an eternity later when he pushes himself upright and holds her closer to his body.

“I’ve missed you, Liz,” he quietly admits as he buries his face in her hair.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” she teases while she rests her head on his shoulder.

“Funny,” he playfully growls just before gently biting her on the neck. “Got to put you down now.”

“Why?” she asks a bit sleepily.

“Because my pants are around my ankles,” he points out as he adjusts a little bit and Big Red slides out of her, causing her to give a small, sad whimper. “I can’t walk when they’re down there.”

“You can hop,” she suggests, burying her face in his neck so he can’t see her grin.

“I’m not hopping across the room,” he snarls, though she knows he’s not angry.

“Who’s going to see?” she asks, trying to contain her giggles.

“Not gonna happen, Sparky,” he rumbles just before nipping her neck and shuffling backwards as best he can.

Before she can object, he sets her down on her feet and she has to lean against the door in order to stay upright. He turns to one side so he doesn’t bang his head into the door and bends over to pull his pants up. Being presented with such a tempting target is more than she can stand and she reaches out and caresses one of his butt cheeks.

He stops as her small hand gently rubs that one cheek, then the base of his tail before she moves even closer and gives some attention to the other side. He freezes in surprise at first and then moans as her other hand slips between his legs and softly fondles his sack while the first hand strokes his tail.

“Come on, babe,” he pants as he tries to remain upright. “You know even I can’t recover that fast.”

“I know, but I remember how incredibly talented your tail is,” she purrs while moving behind him and straddling said appendage. “I remember you doing some very interesting things with it back in India.”

“You mean like this,” he replies, his voice rumbling out of his chest.

As he speaks, the tip of his tail slides up the inside of one of her legs and quickly finds her moist heat. She grabs a hold of his hips while he braces himself against the door as his tail starts to twitch inside of her and she moans in response. She grinds herself onto his tail while her cries of pleasure echo off of the walls and within moments she’s screaming her release. She collapses onto his back as he chuckles and he reaches back to keep her from falling.

“I’m going to have to remember that,” he snickers while his tail slips out of her and he helps her lean against the door again.

“Like I’m going to let you forget,” she pants with a self satisfied smirk on her face.

He chuckles again at her comment as he bends over again and finally gets his pants pulled up. As soon as he straightens up, she’s reaching for him and he gladly pulls her to him. They stand there for several quiet minutes just holding each other in contentment, not caring if all Hell is breaking loose just outside their door.

“Let’s get to bed,” he suggests softly.

“That requires moving,” she points out, quite content to stay where she is.

“It most certainly does,” he replies as he gently scoops her into his arms and carries her to the truck, setting her down on the edge of the bed when they get there.

“It seems like we’re both a bit over dressed for bed,” she says as she plays with the waistband of his pants.

“Very over dressed,” he purrs in agreement.

A second later he bends over and claims her lips as he starts to pull her blouse loose of her skirt and her hands are pushing his still unfastened pants off of his hips. They stop kissing long enough for her top to be removed and then hungrily start up again. As soon as his pants are back down around his ankles, he pushes her onto her back, grabs a hold of her skirt and pulls it off of her.

Seeing her laid out like a feast for him is more than he can resist as leans over her and kisses her. She reaches up and starts to run her hands over his body as his lips start to move down her neck. A few moments later his mouth finds one of her nipples and she gasps as she arches her back towards him.

He sucks on the little bud, licking it and gently pulling on it with his teeth until he has her panting and moaning. He works his way over to the other nipple and laves the same attention on that sweet spot until she’s digging her nails into his shoulders and begging for relief. Ignoring his growing erection, he pushes her legs apart as he slowly kisses his way down her stomach, over one of her hips until her pussy is right in his face.

Without so much as a ‘by your leave’ he dives in, driving his tongue deep into her and swirls it around. She lets out a startled cry as her arms fly out and she tries to grab a hold of the sides of the truck as her legs wrap around his head and shoulders. He grabs hold of her hips as she starts to buck into his face and then he sucks on her clit, sending her screaming his name so loud that he briefly wonders if Manning heard her.

He leaves her lying there, panting, her limbs like limp noodles as he sits down and removes his boots. By the time the footwear and trousers are gone, she’s breathing normally again, but she still hasn’t moved from where he left her. She watches him with half lidded eyes as he stands up, admiring his well chiseled body and then her eyes travel down to his very aroused manhood.

Without a word, she sits up and kisses the tip of his cock, causing him to moan. She licks the head, swirling her tongue around it before taking him into her mouth and he groans as he grabs hold of the edge of the side of the truck with his right hand while his left hand grabs the back of her head. She swallows him down as far as she can and sucks on him hard causing his knees to nearly buckle.

Before she can get a rhythm going, he steps back as he grabs her and pushes her further up the bed. She opens her mouth to tease him and finds his tongue in the way as he fiercely kisses her while he forces her onto her back. His mouth quickly finds her ear and neck while he positions himself above her and his left hand caresses a breast. Within moments he has her panting and moaning again and he smoothly slides his cock into her as she groans his name.

He starts to move, trying to keep it a bit slow and make it last, but he quickly loses himself in her heat. His grunts mix with her cries and the squeaking of the shock absorbers echoing off of the walls as he pounds into her only aware of how good it feels to be in her again. Just as he’s about to lose all control, she screams his name as her inner muscles clamp down on him and he roars his completion in response.

A short eternity later, reality creeps back up on them as their breathing returns to normal and their heart rates slow to a more sedate speed. He pushes himself off of her and she gives another sad moan as he pulls out of her. He settles down next to her and she immediately snuggles up to him. They cuddle in post coital contentment, both hoping that the feelings of happiness never end.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a week,” she sleepily admits as she adjusts herself a little.

“Like I’m going to let you out of this bed for a week,” he teases.

“Well, we do have other areas of the room that you and I still need to ‘talk’ about,” she reminds him.

“True, so very true,” he chuckles as he kisses the top of her head.

They both sigh in quiet contentment and he starts to drift off when he feels her take a deep breath as if to speak.

“Are you afraid?” she quietly asks, not wanting to wake him if he’s asleep.

“Of what?” he answers, his voice rumbling out of his chest.

“Of being a parent,” she clarifies.

He’s silent for some time and she worries that maybe he finally did fall asleep until he takes a deep breath, causing his chest to rise under her head.

“I’d rather face a few hundred Sammys then change a dirty diaper,” he admits as he gently starts to stroke her hair and she smiles at the mental image of him running away from a dirty diaper. “But I can’t tell you how happy I am that I’m going to be a dad and what makes me even happier is that you’re going to be the mom. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Red,” she sighs.

He can feel her relax against him and a few moments later, he hears her soft rhythmic breathing indicating that she’s fallen asleep. He kisses the top of her head again as his tail wraps itself around the blanket that is crumpled off to the side and brings it where he can reach it. After making sure she’s carefully tucked in, he closes his eyes and contentedly slips off into dreamland, his last thoughts of how perfect life is right now.

She wakes up alone in the bed, groans and buries her face in his pillow, breathing in his scent. A rumbling sound near her ear tells her that one of the cats has moved into the bed with her and she cracks an eye open to see a black and white tuxedo cat happily kneading the blanket next to her. Holding the blanket to cover herself, she sits up and looks around, dislodging the cat in the process.

“Mornin’ beautiful, how ya feelin’?” a gruff voice asks from nearby and she turns to see that he’s sitting at his table eating his breakfast.

“Sore and hungry,” she answers as scoots out of bed, dragging the blanket with her.

“John just brought breakfast,” he tells her, his own plate of food forgotten as he watches her and his cock twitches inside the confinement of his shorts.

“What about Abe?” she asks as she comes over to the table and snatches a slice of bacon. “Did he send his list?”

“Yeah, it’s around here somewhere,” he answers he stares at her and his dick is starting to seriously stretch the limit of the shorts' material.

“We should be able to find it by the time the baby comes,” she teases as she tucks the blanket more securely around her and heads for the bathroom.

“What? No ‘good morning’ kiss?” he teases as she walks away wearing nothing but that old blanket and his shorts become even tighter.

“12:36 doesn’t qualify as morning any more,” she points out as she steps into the bathroom.

She closes the door behind her before he can respond and he lets out a groan as he reaches down and readjusts himself. He tries to go back to eating his breakfast, but memories of the previous evening make it so that he’s pretty sure Big Red is about to bust the seams of his shorts. By the time she reemerges from the bathroom, he’s almost in dire straights.

She comes back towards him and the table and he’s pretty sure at some point his larger appendages are going to shrivel up because all of his blood is in his cock. As she picks up another strip of bacon and starts eating it, he reaches out and grabs the blanket.

“Hey!” she objects loudly while he pulls her naked body onto his lap.

“Hey, yourself,” he growls sexily as he starts to nuzzle her neck.

“Is that a sausage in your shorts or are you just happy to see me?” she teases as his left hand starts to fondle her breast and she can feel the area between her legs start to heat up.

“I’m very, very happy to see you,” he purrs as he begins nibbling on her ear.

“B-b-b-b-breakfast is…is getting cold,” she tries to point out, losing herself to his attentions.

“Not hungry for food right now,” he replies, his voice husky with desire.

“Oh god,” she groans as she leans back against him.

Her legs naturally fall apart and he takes it for the invitation that it is and slides his left hand down her body. She moans his name as his fingers sink into her heat and he gently places his right hand over her belly to help steady her. He sets up a steady rhythm, playing with her clit and it takes him little more than a minute to get her to cum crying out his name. He slowly slips his digits out of her and she slowly curls up into a ball in his lap.

“What’s the matter?” he asks as she wraps her arms around her legs and he holds her close.

“Why can’t we just be together without us constantly having sex?” she softly asks after a prolonged silence.

“I thought you liked it,” he replies, his arms suddenly loosening their hold on her.

“Normally I do,” she tries to explain. “But come on, Red, I haven’t even been up ten minutes and you’re all over me.”

“Hey, is it my fault if you’re goin’ around in the buff?” he demands, hurt and quickly becoming angry.

“Yes,” she snaps as she climbs out of his lap and then retrieves the blanket off of the floor. “I didn’t drop this; you pulled it off of me!”

“So it’s a bad thing that I want you?” he snarls, his right hand curling into a fist.

“No, it’s not a bad thing,” she says while she wraps the blanket around her body again. “But we don’t have to be having sex every minute of every day.”

“We aren’t having sex every minute of every day!” he nearly yells as he stands up, towering over her.

“Don’t yell at me!” she shouts back.

“I’M NOT YELLING!” he bellows, his arms swinging wildly as he gesticulates causing her to flinch as his right hand misses her by inches.

“I’m going back to my room,” she states softly as she rushes for the door.

“Liz, wait,” he says, holding out his left hand. “I’m sorry I yelled.”

No, make her submit, Anung un Rama demands. She is ours and she must obey.

“No,” Hellboy snarls quietly.

“Excuse me?” Liz asks in anger and confusion.

She is ours and she must know her place, Anung un Rama insists.

“And where would that be?” Hellboy growls, no longer looking at Liz.

“What the Hell are you talking about?” Liz questions, stepping away from the door.

At our feet, Anung un Rama evilly purrs.

“Never!” Hellboy almost shouts as he turns and quickly walks to the far side of the room.

“Red, you’re not making any sense,” Liz says and watches in confusion as he starts to pace back and forth, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge something.

She belongs to us now, Anung un Rama reiterates. Make her get on her knees and beg to be fucked.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD!” Hellboy shouts, grabbing the sides of his head as if he can block out the sound of Anung un Rama’s voice.

“Hey, Anung un Rama!” Liz yells, finally catching on to what Hellboy’s problem is.

NO!! Anung un Rama shrieks.

Hellboy screams in pain as it feels like his head is exploding and the last thing he hears before blacking out is Liz calling his name.
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