Beauty and the Beast Within | By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 15623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hellboy stomps off up the hill and through the trees, the full moon making the snow glow as it crunches beneath his boots. He finds an old spruce tree to lean against and then lights a half finished cigar. He looks back at the encampment and blows a cloud of smoke through his nose in frustration.
They’ve been out here all this time chasing after some stupid monster or monsters and all they have to show for it is a few scrapes, bruises, some minor frost bite, a twisted ankle, a broken arm and a lot of short tempers. Most of the injuries so far have been obtained by agents not being careful while tromping through the snow. If Steele had been watching where he was going, he wouldn’t have slipped on that patch of ice and fallen, hitting his arm on a rock hidden in the snow.
But despite all the fruitless searching and wild goose chases, that’s not what’s got him in such a snit. He looks back at the encampment again and sees her all bundled up and nursing a cup of coffee. He lets out a low growl as he feels his pants become too small when Liz smiles at something one of the other agents says. She may be smiling, but there’s a sadness behind her eyes that he can see even if no one else can.
For over a month he hasn’t had more than a few seconds alone with her and it’s driving him to the point of distraction. If they don’t find these damn monsters soon, someone’s going to get seriously hurt. He takes another puff from his cigar as he remembers the morning after their magical night together.
It’s been a couple hours since John burst in on them and the smell of his breakfast is making his stomach growl. He ignores it as his belly gives another rumble. He refuses to disturb her sleep for something as trivial as food.
“Go eat,” a groggy voice tells him from his chest.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” he murmurs into her hair.
“Didn’t have to, your stomach did it for you,” she yawns.
She sits up and stretches like a cat, her wet skin shimmering in the light. He can feel mass amounts of blood heading south and without even thinking about it, he grabs her, dragging her to him for a kiss. She gives a surprised squeak before relaxing into the buss and rubbing her body against his.
A groan starting in the vicinity of his hooves reverberates through his body as his tail wraps itself around one of her legs. It pulls the legs apart and the tip finds her hot center. She gasps and throws her head back as he starts to play with her pussy.
He watches her face as a looks of pure ecstasy comes over her features. Her moans quickly turn into cries as his tail dances over that sweet bundle of nerves. She thrusts her hips into him until the pressure that’s been building up inside her bursts and she screams her release.
When she comes back to reality, he’s gently petting her hair even though she can feel his hard on poking her in the ass. She reaches up and gently caresses his face as he smiles down on her. She softly kisses his lips which he eagerly returns while his hand travels down to her chest and cups one of her breasts. Before he has a chance to start playing with the nipple, she pulls away from him.
“We should get washed up for breakfast,” she states as she reaches for the liquid soap dispenser.
He can tell by the smoldering look in her eyes that she has more than washing on her mind. She squirts some soap onto her hands and works it into a lather before she starts to rub it onto his face. He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of her soft hands as they carefully travel the contours of his face. He doesn’t even mind when she washes the stumps of his horns.
He loses himself in her touch, barely even aware as she pulls his hair out of its binding. He hums with pleasure as she washes his hair, gently scratching his scalp with her short nails. It takes him several moments to realize she’s stopped her ministrations and he can feel a frown cross his brow. He growls when he feels her slip off of his lap.
“Rinse,” she whispers in his ear.
He rolls off of the bench he was lying on and accidentally pins her to the wall of the tub with his shoulder in the process. He ducks his head under water as he repositions himself so he’s no longer squishing her. He opens his eyes while submerged and her nude form is right in front of him.
Going on pure impulse, he reaches out and grabs her. He doesn’t hear her shriek of surprise as takes hold of her legs and pulls them out from under her. She lands rather awkwardly on one of the seats and she grabs for the sides to keep her balance.
A second later she gasps in surprise as his tongue dives deep into her pussy. His long tongue explores and tastes her sweet nectar and he knows he’s doing something right as her fingers get tangled in his freshly washed hair. Her legs wrap around his head as he pulls her off of the seat starts sucking on that little nub that drives her crazy. She lets go of him with one hand, grabbing onto the side of the tub in order not to go under as she swiftly goes flying over the edge, screaming all the way.
By the time she opens her eyes, he’s reemerged and he’s got a grin on his face like the cat that ate the canary. He pushes her legs off of his shoulders and the bottom half her sinks back down. He pulls her in for a long languid kiss that lasts something shy of forever but seems to take no time at all.
When they finally part, his rock hard cock is poking her in the thigh. With great difficulty she pulls away from him just as he starts nibbling on her neck. He growls and the water behind him gets stirred up as his tail thrashes the fluid.
“I’m not done washing you,” she tells him.
He’d scowl at her if the sight of her breasts bobbing up and down in the water didn’t leave him unable to think. She stands up and he watches the water runs off of her body in rivulets making even staying upright difficult since even more of his blood is flooding into his already full cock. He can only groan as she moves around him to get to the soap dispenser, causing her to smile a wicked little smile.
“Stand up,” she gently orders him.
If it had been anybody else telling him what to do and they would have been picking themselves up off of the floor. But because it’s her, he more than willingly obeys. She turns to face him, her hands full of lather and ends up staring at huge cock that’s standing straight up against his stomach. While the water comes up to her waist, it only just reaches his balls making the viewing of his manhood very easy and the thought of that huge penis inside of her actually frightens her a bit.
“Guess I should wash the problem areas first,” she says almost breathlessly.
Very gently she takes his cock in her hands and starts to wash it, getting it all slick with the soap. He moans as he grabs hold of the sides of the tub in order to stay standing. She tightens her hold on his erection and starts to stroke the length of hardened flesh up and down, occasionally letting go with one hand to make sure his balls get a good cleaning too. He starts rocking his hips, thrusting himself into her hands and in very short order he’s roaring his release.
He collapses back into the water and into one of the seats as she stands there with soap and cum all over her hands. She smiles as she rinses her hands off and lets out a startled yelp when his tail wraps itself around her waist and drags her into his lap.
He captures her in his arms as his lips find hers once more. Her arms snake around his neck as they sit there cuddling and kissing in the afterglow of release. Some time later finds them contentedly sitting there with her curled up in his lap when his stomach growls again.
“Maybe you should go eat your breakfast,” she suggests.
“I haven’t gotten a chance to wash you yet,” he replies, his voice rumbling through his chest.
“If you do, we’ll be here until dinner time,” she laughs as she starts to climb out of the tub.
She’s stopped by a tail holding onto her ankle. When she turns to tell him to let go, she’s met by a pair of hungry lips. His kiss consumes her, driving all thoughts from her mind and heating up her nether regions again. She moans as his left hand caresses her body as the right one holds her prisoner against his chest.
“I want to make love to you,” he huskily growls in her ear.
“I’m sorry,” she sadly whispers. “I’m not ready yet.”
“What do you mean you’re ‘not ready’?” he snarls as his tail thrashes the water in frustration.
“It means just that,” she replies, getting just as upset at his bullheadedness. “I’m not ready.”
“So, what was last night?” he demands stepping back as far as he can. “A game or something? See how frustrated you can make me and then leave me high and dry?”
“I did not leave you high and dry,” she snaps, her hands on her hips. “I’m just not ready to go the next step. Ok?”
“No, it’s not ok!” he yells. “What about my needs?”
“So as long as your needs are met, what I want doesn’t matter?” she demands.
“Yeah,” he replies angrily. “I mean no. I mean…”
The anger and hurt in her eyes speak louder than any words she could ever say. She quickly climbs out of the tub grabs a towel and runs out of the bathroom.
“LIZ!” he calls after her.
His only answer is a half strangled sob as he hears the door to his room open but never close. He gives off a bellow of frustration as his right fist comes down on the tiled floor. He stands there with his fist half buried in a pile of broken tiles and concrete, his body shaking with anger and frustration. He’s not sure how long he stays like that before John comes in the open door to his quarters.
“Red?” John tentatively calls from the main room.
“What?” is the snarled response.
“Um, Dr. Manning’s called a meeting,” John answers nervously.
“What for?” Hellboy growls deep in his throat.
“We’ve got a mission,” John replies.
“Great, just what I needed,” Hellboy gripes. “Tell the overgrown blowhard I’ll be there when I get there.”
“Ok,” John replies.
A second later, Hellboy hears the door to his room close. With a snort of disgust, he shakes the rubble from his hand, opens the drain in the tub and climbs out. He dries off, dresses and puts his hair back up before grabbing his duster and heading out the door.
When he gets to the meeting room, everyone is already there, including Liz. She’s sitting next to Manning staring into her cup of coffee. She doesn’t look at him, but he can tell by her red puffy eyes that she’s been crying and the anger returns. He’s angry at her for what he feels what was her leading him on and he’s angry with himself for making her cry.
He drops heavily into the only seat left available between Abe and John, the chair protesting loudly under the sudden assault. Manning glares at Hellboy and Hellboy glares right back at the director. With a sigh of disgust, Manning stands up and starts the meeting.
“Ok, people here’s what we’ve got,” Manning starts. “Someone or thing is exchanging human babies with some sort of creature called a ‘changeling.’ They look just like the original baby, but cry constantly and are voracious eaters. Our job is to find out who took the babies and get them back. Preferably alive.”
“How many children are missing?” Liz softly asks.
“Nearly two dozen that we know about,” Manning responds.
“How do we know that these are changelings and not just some phase the children are going through?” Abe questions.
“Some of the mothers have taken the changeling to the child’s doctor,” Manning replies. “After a brief examination and some simple tests, the changelings were proven to be not human. Plus, one woman took hers out at dawn and it turned to stone.”
“Aren’t there ways to get the creature who took the baby to bring it back?” Abe asks.
“The women have tried all of the traditional methods, but nothing has worked,” Manning answers. “So now it is up to us to set things right. Are there any more questions?”
After a moment of silence, Manning nods his head and starts gathering his notes.
“In that case, I want everyone to get their gear together and pack your long johns and snow boots,” Manning tells them. “We’re going to Norway.”
So here they are over a month later and they’re now in northern Finland near the Arctic Circle. After searching through both Norway and Sweden, they’ve ended up so far north that the sun comes up for only for an hour at best a day and it never gets very far above the horizon. Everyone is miserable, cold and cranky and Hellboy is on the verge of punching something.
“Have you tried talking to her?” a quiet voice asks from nearby.
“Jeez, Abe, don’t do that,” Hellboy snaps, more aggravated with himself for not hearing Abe sneak up on him than with the merman.
“My apologies,” Abe replies as he moves closer to his large red friend. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“Every time I get near her, she’s got something else to do,” Hellboy replies testily.
“Hmm, perhaps she is still upset with you,” Abe suggests with a head tilt and a graceful wave of his hand.
“Ya think?” Hellboy sarcastically asks.
“Well, it doesn’t matter for now,” Abe states.
“Oh really?” Hellboy huffs as he takes one last drag off of his cigar. “And why’s that?”
“Because, my friend, I have found the lair of the creatures we’ve been tracking,” Abe answers.
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