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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4671 -:- 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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Abe stares in stunned surprise at the scene before him. The couch, over stuffed chairs and coffee table have been pushed off to the side of the room. A wide variety of pillows and blankets have been spread out over the floor in front of the fireplace with candles giving off the soft glow have been placed on almost every horizontal surface all over the room. On the hearth is a tray with a can of whipped topping, several bowls and the bowls are filled with a wide variety of food items. Maggie is reclining on some of the pillows near the tray, her hair spilling over the pillow and she’s only wearing a black negligee that leaves very little to the imagination.

As soon as his eyes come to rest on his wife, he can’t pull them away. She gives him a knowing, leering smile as she picks up one of the spoons that was resting in a bowl that has some sort of honey brown liquid in it. Holding up the spoon, she lets the contents dribble back down into the vessel.

“I thought I would make ice cream sundaes,” she says quietly as she passes her finger through the stream of liquid. “But I wasn’t sure what you would like on yours.”

With that, she replaces the spoon in its bowl and suggestively sucks on the finger that’s covered with the fluid. He noticeably swallows and even in the low light she can see him turn a darker shade of blue. Crooking her finger at him, she entices him to come closer.

With a bit of difficulty, he crosses the room. He stops in front of her and she comes up onto her knees with a slight flinch. She reaches out and unzips his shorts providing some relief from the pressure. Then she pulls his shorts off and as soon as they’re around his ankles, she sits back against the pillows.

He stares at her for a good minute. He knows what she has planned and it’s more than obvious that a certain part of his body isn’t in the least bit disagreeable with it. With a mental shrug, he frees his feet from the shorts, kicks them out of the way and sits down next to her.

“You do realize that we’ve made love seven times in less than thirty-six hours, do you not?” he asks as one of her hands starts to play with the buckles on his top and the first one loosens.

“Really? I haven’t been keeping count,” she responds as a second buckle opens.

“I won’t be able to finish as quickly this time,” he warns as another buckle is released.

“Good,” she purrs at him as the final buckle is undone and she peels his top off of him. He reaches for his respirator and she stops him. “Leave it. Like you said, this may take a while.”

She looks at him with eyes dark from more than the low lighting and he feels a certain appendage twitch. She runs her hands down his bare chest, stops just below his rib cage and then leans back. While pulling off his gloves, he can feel his heart starting to race and he’s surprised that she can’t hear it.

“You seem to be overdressed for the occasion,” he states as he reaches for her.

He kisses her as he gently pushes the thin straps of her negligee off of her shoulders. She lets him divest her of the silky garment as their tongues dance with each other. After the negligee is gone, he reaches for the panties that seem to be held on by nothing more than wishful thinking. She stops him, rolls onto her stomach and then reaches toward the dessert waiting for them.

“So, what type of toppings do you want on your ice cream?” she asks waving a hand over the tray. “We have chocolate, caramel and butterscotch sauces. There’s also whipped topping, candy sprinkles, chopped nuts and sliced and whole strawberries.”

“I’ve never tried butterscotch before,” he whispers in her ear as he lies down beside her.

He rubs a hand over the uneven skin on her back. She gives an odd shudder, but says nothing to him as he continues to rub the scars. She picks the spoon up out of a bowl with a golden liquid in it and repeats what she did with the previous topping.

“Here, try some,” she offers as she holds out the gooey digit to him.

He happily takes her finger into his mouth and starts to suck and lick it clean. A shiver runs up her spine as goose bumps make an appearance all over her skin. After he finally releases her finger, he rolls her onto her back. He props himself up onto an elbow and then picks up the bowl with the honey brown sauce in it.

“I’ve never tried caramel before either,” he claims.

With that, he lifts the spoon and drizzles the sauce on her chest just between her breasts. After replacing the bowl on the tray, he proceeds to lick her clean. He can hear her starting to pant and he can feel her heart pounding against her ribs with his tongue.

Several minutes later he’s fairly sure he’s gotten every molecule of caramel off of her and he reaches for the bowl with the chocolate sauce in it. She takes it from him and gently pushes him back onto the pillows.

“My turn,” she tells him.

With a smile, he gets comfortable and she waits for him to get settled. As soon as he stops moving, she slides over to him and holds the bowl over one of his feet. Ever so carefully, she pours a thin stream of sauce on him starting at his foot, going up the length of his body and stopping just shy of the respirator.

After returning the bowl to the tray, she places herself by his feet. Without taking her eyes off of his face, she slowly and carefully starts to lap the chocolate off of his skin. The unique texture of his skin holds the sauce in interesting ways and she takes great delight in licking him clean.

By the time her mouth reaches his hip, one hand is clutching at the blankets and his other hand is tangled in her hair. He hopes that she’ll take a little detour but she continues to work her way up his body ignoring his throbbing member, rubbing her own body against his as she goes. By the time she finishes cleaning the last of the chocolate off of him, he’s quite sure that when this is all over that they’re going to have to lock him in a rubber tank.

Both sets of eyelids, which he wasn’t even aware he had shut, fly open when her lips touch his. She’s half laying on him as her lips caress his. With a moan that resonates from his chest, he returns the kiss. Several minutes of passionate kissing later, she pulls away.

“Your turn,” she whispers just before she lies back onto the pillows.

A few moments later he manages to regain some control over his body. He picks up the chocolate sauce bowl with a slightly shaking hand and moves over to her. He notices her watching him and she’s biting her bottom lip. He takes note of the heaving chest as he drizzles the dark liquid onto her. Starting at the nipple he pours a spiral over her breast.

When he’s done with the chocolate, he picks up the can of whipped topping and squirts out a healthy sized pile on top of the chocolate, and then comes the sprinkles, chopped nuts and finally a perfectly ripened strawberry. He takes another look at her. Her head is back, her body is shaking with anticipation and both her hands are clutching the pillow beneath her head.

With great relish, he dives into his creation eliciting moans and cries from her. He licks, nips and sucks the perfect orb which has become a bit of a challenge since it’s now a moving target. She writhes with pleasure under his skillful mouth as she tries to grab hold of anything she can get her hands onto.

Finally, her hands come to rest on the back of his head, holding him to her. After thoroughly cleaning the toppings off of her, he gives her nipple only last lick before he pulls her hands away. Leaning back against the pillows, he looks over at the quivering mass of woman he left behind.

“Your turn,” he entices her.

Several deep steadying breaths later, she’s finally able to sit up and look at him. Picking up the bowl with the butterscotch in it, she goes to the previously ignored foot. Repeating the action from earlier, she leaves a trail of the golden sauce from his foot to his chest.

After replacing the bowl, she grabs the can and sprays a line of whipped topping on top of the butterscotch. She quickly follows it with sprinkles and nuts and then places strawberry slices along her creation, making it look like little red heart shaped stepping stones down the length of his body. Unlike before, where she was on the same side as the topping, this time she’s on the other side of his body from it causing her to have to lay across his body to get to the sweet treat waiting for her.

She deliberately rubs herself along his body causing his brain to shut down and his penis to jump around with excitement. When she gets to his hip, she takes extra care in licking up the gooey goodness there. Then she briefly pulls her mouth away and arches her back, allowing her breasts to rub over his hardened member.

His body is slightly shaking and his moans echo throughout the room as he starts to grind his hips into her warm soft flesh. She pulls away and goes back to tormenting him with her tongue, lips and teeth. By the time she gets to his foot he’s trembling and the sound of whimpering can be heart. With one final lick, she returns to her spot.

A couple of minutes later, he finally realizes she’s done and he looks over at her. She’s got a grin on her like the cat that ate the canary and then followed it with a bowl of cream. He removes his respirator with all due haste. Then he rolls over, crawls over to her and then rips off her panties before she can draw breath to protest.

She barely has time to gasp before his lips are on hers; kissing her with all the passion he’s managed to hold onto until now. A hand fondles her nipple as one of his knees tries to separate her legs. She gladly opens her legs in invitation and he gratefully accepts.

He releases her mouth as he drives his erection into her. She wraps her legs around him as he hardness plunges in and out of her causing her cries of pleasure to fill the room. Back and forth he moves pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion. Her hot moist core and the moans escaping her lips are sending him nearer to the abyss. He tries to hold on for as long as he can, but the instant he feels her walls contract around his penis he gives one final hard thrust as he pours himself into her, causing her to scream out his name.

He collapses on top of her. Several moments later, as he comes down from cloud nine, he’s able to register his surroundings once more. He can feel and hear her breathing heavily and he can feel her heart pounding against her ribs. He starts to gently place kisses in her hair until she finally starts to respond to him.

When he’s sure she’s recovered enough, he gently pulls away from her causing her to give out a small whimper. Grabbing the edge of blanket they’re laying on, he wraps it around them and settles in next to her. She happily snuggles up to him and lays her head on his shoulder with a sigh of contentment.

“The ice cream’s melted,” he finally states after several minutes of cuddle time.

“Good, now we can just drink it,” she mumbles. “I don’t think I could handle a spoon right now.”

“You were doing just fine a little while ago,” he teases.

“Brat,” she mutters as she tries to get more comfortable.

He quietly chuckles as he strokes her hair. She tries to fall asleep, but all of the sugar she’s just consumed is putting her brain into overdrive. Thoughts chase each other around her mind until they finally settle on an immediate worry.

“What will happen to the new horse if he doesn’t eat?” Abe asks.

“I don’t know,” Maggie answers sadly not it the least bit surprised he was ease dropping on her thoughts. “If he was approachable, there would be options, but he’s totally erratic. I’m afraid that he was used as a guinea pig by his former owner and it probably caused brain damage. If he doesn’t eat, we might have to put him down. If he does eat, I’m still not sure what to do with him.”

“Don’t you have an area with horses like him?” he inquires.

“There is an entire pasture of ‘Untouchables,’” she replies. “However, it would require castrating him first, and if we can’t get near him, we won’t be able to do it.”

At the word ‘castrating,’ Abe starts to squirm around uncomfortably. Maggie buries her face into his chest, trying not to laugh.

“It’s not funny,” he sulks.

“I’m sorry, love,” she snickers. “You’re so unique that it never occurred to me that you would react like almost every other male I know when I mention cast….”

She’s stopped by a hand suddenly covering her mouth. She starts to kiss and lick the appendage until it’s suddenly taken away and replaced with a mouth. Closing her eyes, she eagerly returns the buss. Several minutes later, he pulls back and a delightful shiver runs down her spine.

“You keep that up and you better start popping Viagra,” she playfully growls as she tries to get her hormones under control.

He chuckles evilly as he tosses back the blanket that was covering them. Then he scoops her up into his arms despite her protests and stands up, a feat which amazes her.

He carries her upstairs and into the master bathroom. He sets her on her feet, turns the water on in the shower and then just holds her.

“I already took a shower,” she points out.

“And then you got yourself covered in ice cream toppings,” he reminds her.

After the hot water finally arrives, she reaches in and adjusts the temperature. They step in together and she grabs the soap and cleans off the sticky residue on his skin. When she’s done, he works on her. By the time he’s done, she’s leaning against the wall, barely able to stand. He turns off the water and carries her out of the stall

The sugar high has worn off and she’s quite content to just let him take care of her as he wraps her in a large fluffy towel. He finishes drying her off, picks her up and then puts her to bed. He crawls in next to her and she cuddles up to him. He strokes her damp hair until she falls into a deep asleep.

He disentangles himself from her arms, slips out of bed and heads downstairs. Back in the family room he dresses, cleans up the mess, returns the furniture to their original positions and blows out the candles. When he’s done he heads out the door and goes on a personal mission.
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