Rough, red surface traveled slowly under the soft skin of her fingertips, an alien landscape for her to explore. She migrated forward and then front following the curves of his horns all the way to the sharp tips. He let a small groan, a mere sigh coming up from his heaving chest. She looked down into his eyes, and smiled. The whole world looked bright when he had her in his arms. He held her closer, a tiny frame against his rugged sitting form.

The leaves twirled in slow tempo, gathering together in small piles of dry life before they scattered again to the wind. A courtyard, bare, with cobblestones and statues their only witnesses. Liz turned to see him once more, a man broken in half. A man lost without her. She swallowed hard her tears and moved away not wanting for him to see her heart bleeding through the mirrors of her soul. It was a heavy load for her to carry, her love for him driving her life down a spiral of destruction. Her demons not conquered. How could she love one?

Ice covered the wilderness, white cloth smooth over the Russian countryside. A visit to the house of death and in the dungeons of evil they separated. She asked for him when that breath felt to be the last, and he came. Brave but alone, the struggle was against him. He fell and all the powers in her couldn’t stop it. The wizard brought him into this world to help open the gates of hell, and he would have used any weapon, any means to make him do it. On that altar it was his purity that got lost, dissipated into a thin mist as her soul left her body.

Her warmth etched his skin, tiny tongues of flames caressing his torso, his arms and the insides of his legs. She had asked him to let his horns grow, to be who he is; a fighter for good in the form of a demon. She wasn’t afraid or appalled. The opposite as he had found out. Her hands grasped them, fitting perfectly, holding them like handles. Without taking her eyes from his, she leaped onto his lap balancing against them. A gasp escaped his slightly opened mouth. Liz lowered her hands and placed them on the red of his chest, her palms side by side, touching him. Blood reciprocated violently in his heart, uncontrollable as the passion that engulfed him. Her lips lowered and hovered over his for what seemed an eternity. Her body snuggled closer, her legs crossing behind him. She didn’t know where this night will bring them, and he had no idea what to tell her. This had never…happened to him.

She lowered her head, and pressed her lips softly on his, slightly opening them. His hands traveled along her back, tenderly but firmly, squeezing her flesh, claiming her for his own. There was a brush-like movement, a caress, her pale white skin over his hard mouth; a brief bite. His upper lip caught tight between her teeth and a pack of dynamite exploded in his brain. He couldn’t take this any more. In the lower part of his abdomen a sensation more strong than ever before had started. His mind traveled unsolicited to times of pain in the past. Times of her existing so close to him and yet far away. And that heat, that yearning that was unable to satiate. There was no one to tell him how, and even if they did how would they know? He got up, holding her on him; a wet tongue flickered at his earlobes sending millions of nerve endings shouting for release. He asked her to stop, but it was in vain, his voice convincing no one, including himself.

The loft was big, fitting for a creature his size. He got up from the chair, pushed aside the book piles on the floor, avoiding stepping on the dumbbells that were lying randomly around as he headed for the wide bed on the upper level. Her weight minimal for his strength, a precious cargo he set down on the bed, pushing aside rogue coverings. Liz reluctantly unlatched her lips from his, freeing him from her leg lock. He raised above her, uncertain what to do next. He had an idea of how he should proceed but, just the fact of innocence, stopped him. Feeling uneasy he put his hands in his pockets. Partly, as an attempt to conceal the evidence of his need. Liz lifted her body a bit, with her elbows supporting her. Twin sparkles started dancing in her eyes.

“Come here” she said with a raspy voice loaded with arousal. He looked sideways, avoiding her stare.

“I don’t know…” he started.

Liz smiled playfully, her mind building a crescendo of pleasure to be reached.

“I’ll show you”.

His throat burned, his saliva accumulating unable to go down. She scooted to the edge of the bed, opened her legs slightly and offered him her hands to hold. He took them and she pulled him forward placing him in front of her. She looked straight up to meet his gaze.

“Trust me”.

He threw back his head and closed his eyes as he let himself to her. Thin fingers touched him just above the top of his leather pants following a trail that led from his sides to the front. The buttons put up an uneven fight and lost to her swift fingers. One by one, opened to reveal what only the doctor had seen and that was years and years ago. The granite hand stopped her advances. He was terrified, crazy for her, but frozen. How could he ever have her? She was so tiny, so fragile.

“Would I mean to hurt you?” Liz’s low voice pierced through his head. She pressed her lips against his skin close to his belly button. Her moist warm mouth trailed the circular shapes engraved on him, natural to his kind.

“It’s not you that I fear.” He let go of her hands, and lifted her chin placing one stony finger under it. “It’s me,” he paused gathering the strength to say what raced in his mind. “I am afraid…” he started as Liz looked into his soul. “I am afraid that I will cause harm to you.”

With a gentle move, she placed a finger on his mouth.

“Shhh, this…” she shook her head slightly, “this you don’t know. We are meant to be together. There must be…”

He bent over and kissed her, stopping her from finishing the sentence. Yes, there should be a way to be together. Her back touched the bed, and he crawled over her, his weight supported by his arms. She accommodated his lower body, opening her legs. He kneeled between them and stood there for a moment to take inside her beauty. A smile lit up his face, and then he buried it in her embrace. Her breathing became irregular again as his kisses unleashed fire from her core. He grasped the soft, luscious angora sweater and pulled it upwards. Liz raised herself slightly, to allow him to free her from her clothing. She wore a lace bra underneath that allowed her dark pink aureoles to show. His fingers hesitant at first started a meticulous search that lead with concentric circles to the epicenters of her breasts. He scoured and rubbed against the sensitized nipples, cautiously, with the friction between the fabric and his hands raising a raspy cacophony.

“Take it off,” Liz ordered, half amused half in trance.

“How do you..?” He started. There was no apparent latch, and before she managed to tell him, he had one hand holding it down in the middle and the other tearing it apart.

“Ha!” her eyes opened wide surprised.

Still holding the torn fabric, Hellboy asked apologetically, “I guess this is not the way you take it off?” He lowered his eyes and bashfully looked away.

His stance made her laugh. He tried to move away, thinking he had done something ridiculous.

“No, no, no! Don’t go away”, Liz suppressed the genuine humor to assure him. “It was funny that’s all.” He didn’t see her take the rest of the garment off, but he heard her doing it. She closed up on him from the back and laid her hands on his massive defined arms. Felt her breath against the back of his neck before he felt her kisses. Dewy, penetrating touches making him whole again. Her hands kneaded his muscles, feeling their strong outline. He leaned against her naked chest making them both quiver.

She played with his earlobes again, toying them with a tongue in and out his ear, biting the tips. Her nails scraped his biceps going for his shoulders, while her mouth, hungry, traced the veins of his neck. Her hands moved from his deltoids down his chest. Softly in the beginning, aggressively after, her nails grazed a course from his breastbone to his nipples teasing around them, then over them, again and again. A guttural sound escaped his throat as she pinched them slightly. He tried to regain his control, but it was impossible. He had passed the point of no return. He turned towards her and pushed her on the bed.

With fast, clumsy from his over strung muscles moves he fumbled with her pants, with no luck so he tore those too. Liz didn’t laugh this time, but held her breath when he placed his hands on the waist of her lace underwear. His eyes burned her flesh raw and she felt the cool of fire reaching up from her center. She closed her eyes as he pulled down on the plush silk over her thighs, her knees and down her legs. She had her eyes closed breathing shallow. Her skin had crawled as she waited for him in anticipation. He held his breath. What was he to do next? A whole world for him to discover and he didn’t know how to start.

As if reading his thoughts, Liz sat with her legs astride his bulk shape and grasped his pants.

“Take them off, or I will rip them off”.

He backed up as much it was necessary for him to get the leather slacks off. He looked at her. She was starring at his waist. No, lower. To the part of him that was trying to escape the confinement of his pants for the last hour or so. Majestically was pointing upwards in an angle.

Liz realized too late that he had no underwear on him. For some reason she wasn’t quite ready to see what she had saw. A fluttering in her heart led to more tingling on her skin. Tiny tongues of fire started coming out of her fingers.

“The bed,” Hellboy shouted, “we are going to burn the bed”.

He reached for her, and took her in his arms and off the bed. He looked around, trying to figure a way for them to be comfortable.

“Things on me don’t get burned”, she said kissing him, “the bed will be ok”.

He released her back on the soft fabric with his granite hand holding her under him. “Now that you have seen me, the whole of me, do you still want to do this?”

Her answer came fast, uninhibited and voiceless. Pressing herself on him, she pushed against his hardness with her arms around his waist. Her teeth marked his jugular fiercely.

“I love it when you bite”, his voice followed by kisses on the soft front of her neck, then down the delicate skin towards the smooth curves of her breasts. He took one in his mouth, licking the aureola, sucking on the nipple. His free hand grabbed the other one and started slow sensual massaging. She moaned under his touch, put her fingers between his hairs and pulled. Her arousal made him want to tease her more. His tongue twisted and played with her hard nipples, making her crazy. She tried unconsciously to free herself from his touch, to protect her mind from the ever mounting pleasure. To be released in one way. His thumbs pushed against her flesh. Hard and soft respectively, skin and rock, crashing the soft tips of her woman form. Her moans were louder now. In the back of his mind he wondered if they had already been heard from the people outside. But he didn’t care. With one nipple in the mouth he let his hands continue south towards her naked belly and legs. The scraping sensation on her velvety skin and her musky scent made him want to go fast, but he held back. He knew what he was doing to her, and he wanted to savor that. She had held him hostage so many times in the past; it was her time to pay now. He snickered with that naughty thought.

Liz was floating in a multicolored ocean, with red being the dominant hue. Her legs were shaking as his head moved further down from her abdomen. He was looking down to her core, and she blushed. He was the only male to ever see her naked. He was the only one she ever wanted. She turned her head away, to the side and tried to focus on something and then she felt it. A kiss, a French kiss that relaxed her body making her fluid like the imaginary water around her. His tongue blazed her inner self, probing and caressing the soft tissue. She felt an overwhelming need to scream, but held it back. She didn’t want anyone coming to check on him right now. Not right now. Her body relaxed and tensed at the same time as he found his target. He passed over it experimentally a few times and when he realized what exactly made her legs spasm, he focused all his attention on it.

Never in her life had she felt like this. Not when she showered, rode a horse, or touched herself. This was harsh yet exactly what she needed. He was lapping her now with long, circular movements. And then it happened. The red ocean took form, became solid and had a name. Her inner muscles clenched and a stream of wetness released her. The world closed around her in ecstasy.

Surprised, he saw her seize and shake. An alarming thought passed from his mind, but gave its place to joy when he heard her making sounds of pleasure. Her moans told him that it was something good that happened and he allowed himself to relax. Not entirely though. He had a throbbing need between his legs that wouldn’t stop. He had to let go, but how? Having seen her tiny entrance he didn’t want to dare. He grasped his member. Felt so hot. He didn’t like to touch himself there, because there was nothing he could do about it. So whenever he felt like this, he usually had a shower and smoked a cigar.

A small hand covered his. Another one went behind his back and pulled him forward.

“No …” he started saying as he let himself drop over her. She spread her legs and led him towards her.

“Yes, please,” Liz let out in a husky voice. “Please.”

The phallic shape of his manhood was unmistakable and half stone. Her hand left his and went down the length of his organ. The surface was smooth, as a mating organ should be, but it was hard, not giving at her pressure. Her eyes scanned his. Although granite he felt her touch all right. She pulled him slowly forward, the tip touching her. Instinctively he pushed forward, thrusting with his hips and slid just past the entrance. With slow, shallow moves he pushed forward inch by inch. She stabbed him with her nails as he crossed the barrier inside her, biting down on her lips till she drew blood. Unbeknownst to him, he thought the pain was from his size alone. He tried to stop but she didn’t let him. His moves became rougher, faster, as he drove deeper and deeper inside her. Her legs, wrapped around him couldn’t hold more, she felt them becoming jelly and her knees weakened. Unable to keep them closed they dropped down his legs and on the bed. Her insides were burning again, his pulsating stiff rod unleashing her wetness to become flood.

Blue streaks of fire fluid started from her legs and her arms and spread quickly engulfing them. His initially tender moves became harsher, firmer and longer, then slower, then longer again and deeper. His thundering thrusts brought him to an uncontrollable climax that filled her. The waves of his release pushed her over the limit once more, to an even wilder, rougher and unimaginable plane of pleasure.

The fire rose above them and howled.

It formed a wide column as it reached the ceiling and imploded with the strength of napalm. Everything caught fire around the loft and the pressure built pushed the iron door out of its hinges crushing on the opposite wall. Catching their breath, they turned to see what happened. There was fire everywhere and the heat was tremendous. The sprinkler system came online and started spraying down a mix of water and retardant liquid.

They parted gently and Hellboy took a cigar from under the bed and lit it from a small regressing flame on her belly.

“Do you think they are going to deduct that from our paycheck?” Liz snickered mischievously. “At least the bed is intact”, she said looking at him with the corner of her eyes. He growled at her smart ass comment and rolled on her remembering to pull the sheet over them as footsteps and alarmed voices started coming from the direction of the corridor.

“I love you, Red.”

Liz touched his face, his nose where the scar was healing fast and his lips that gave her so much delight. Hellboy closed his eyes. In the screen of his mind, they were again in the middle of the cold, desolate courtyard. Liz was walking away once more. She reached the entrance of the building, but instead of going in, she stopped and turned back at him. Walking at first, and then running. He stood up from the bench and run to meet her half way. He picked her up from the ground and spun her around. He opened his eyes.

“I love you too, Liz.”

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