Disclaimer: I do not own "Hellboy" or any characters from the"Hellboy, " comic or movies. They are all the property and creation of Mike Mignola. This was written for the Hellboy Fandom only. I am not making any money from the writing or distribution of this story.
Chapter 1
How was he going to tell his father? That thought and all the others permeated through sleep and Red's amber eyes sprang open, greeted by the surrounding darkness of his room. The anxiety and uncertainty were climbing to their peaks again, and he immediately moved to sit up and cup his hands over his face, willing some answer to it all to finally come to him, when slight movement across his broad red chest reminded him he was not alone. That realization brought relief and he sighed, tilting his head downwards to brush his chin lovingly against the small fingers that lay over the settling beat of his heart.
"HB," Larena suddenly stirred, turning her face to his and sitting up, brushing her red hair behind her ear. It was dark but he could feel her eyes searching his awkwardly. "What is it?"
Now he felt guilty, not only for waking her, but also for being so consumed with his own worries and hesitations. It wasn't his soul on the line, after all. She'd already given up or lost so much by consequence of opening her cell door one night to find him skulking up the corridor of Saint Rita's Convent, and now she was facing mythic danger, and all because of him. He owed her his strength and his protection. Well, no, he didn't [I]owe[/I] her a thing; he wanted to give her all that he was.
"Hey," he began to force a casual smile but it came easier than he expected as he stroked her face ever so gently with his granite fingers. She always had been able to bring a peace to him that he'd never known existed. "Just let me worry about it, Lar. I told you, it's all on me, you should be taking it easy."
She smiled, turned her face to kiss his stone thumb and ran her soft fingers up the abrasiveness of his right forearm. It was hard now to believe she was once so afraid of him, that upon their first meeting in the corridor of her former cloister, she'd doused him with holy water and held up a cross to him. It had only been a few weeks, but so much had happened since that night. "It shouldn't be all on you, Red. That doesn't sound very fair."
Red exhaled and rolled his yellow eyes, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Was it fair that he'd had her hidden in his room for nearly the last two weeks, not saying a word to anyone as to her presence, or his relationship with her? Was it fair that she'd forgone taking her final vows as a bride of Christ? Was it fair that demons and angels alike were now hunting her? And was it fair that for all that had been revealed to her, that the most major of changes, for both of them, perhaps the greatest threat humanity had ever faced, was still yet to come? And was it fair that he hadn't quite explained all of that last one to her? "What in life is fair?" Upon his words and demeanor Red heard Larena's concerned murmur as she leaned over him, about to speak, the tips of her fingers softly stroked over the place where an eyebrow would have been had he been what she was.
"You know what scares me the most out of everything we've been through?" Her voice was as soft as her soothing touch, but Red groaned as if scolded. "Yes, when you talk like that." Larena acknowledged sighing as her glance fell towards her belly, but then back up at his fire hued stare. "I know neither of us planned for any of this, I mean, how could we have? But I want to be happy about it, it's not all bad, I am happy that you're here and in my life and in my future. I have a piece of you forever!" She smiled, her eyes sparkling at the corner with joyous tears. "I love you, Red! But when you talk like that, it's so hard for me to not feel like you regret it all."
Red sat up with a jerk, shaking his head emphatically, the former feeling of culpability now joined by how stupid he realized he was. After all, she didn't know everything that he knew, and how could he be sorry that he'd ever met her? "Regret it?" He repeated, voice a bit louder than he'd planned. "Babe, no," he half gasped as a tornado of the right words to say whipped through his brain, but none seemed reachable as he took her by the shoulders, and then nearly smothered her in his strong embrace, kissing the top of her head. "Don't ever think that, okay? Just promise you won't ever think that again."
"Alright," Larena promised, but it was muffled against the red skin of his chest and she pushed against him a bit, tried to get him to let go so that she could look him in the eyes and promise, but Red's hold didn't budge, if anything, it got tighter, as though he couldn't hold her closely enough. A solemn smile crossed her lips, for she'd been so surprised that a being with the confidence and swagger of Red needed so often to be cuddled and snuggled. His need for this type of contact had all at once delighted her and saddened her for she wondered as to the loneliness he'd lived with for so long. She wove her arms as much around his broad chest as she could and held him as tightly as she was able, no match for his strength or warmth, but she could feel his powerful muscles relaxing one by one against her embrace. "It'll be okay, Red." She whispered, eyes closed and cheek to his large pectoral muscle as a set of strong fingers, some of flesh and some of granite began to lightly dance up her back. "It'll be okay, we'll make sure it is." Red gradually pulled away, looking down at her for a split second as though he might say something, but she wasn't surprised when he leaned closer and kissed her instead, halting all conversation.
Without even thinking about it, Red leaned into her, his big body pressing hers down against the mattress beneath him as he kissed her, seeking the best comfort there was. This consummation should never have been, it was forbidden and foretold to bring about doom, but such dark intelligence was far from Red's mind whenever they made love. They'd only been kissing one another for about a month, but it hadn't taken long for each of them to find their place in the osculation, Larena giving, him taking, both of them guiding the other to a more intimate destination; one kiss was never enough, not ever. His tongue flicked at hers before curling into a knot with it, drawing it into his own mouth as he took his weight on his elbows above her. Larena's legs clasped around his waist, her body well aware of the stiffened, long, heavy rod he ground into the bend of her thigh with a low groan, her hips bucking against his, increasing both their arousals.
Red's left hand slid down her body, over his own throbbing length and gently into the wet heat between Larena's thighs. There had been a time when he'd been certain that any physical union between them would leave her brutalized and bloodied, but her persistence and his desires had worn him down, and proven him happily wrong. She always seemed ready for him now, her body custom fitted to his uniqueness and power, and while he would never forget how much more fragile she was than his kind, he now understood that when she lay beneath him begging him for more, that she could take it.
His name escaped her in a moan as his thick fingers buried themselves in the warm, slick furrows within her slit, exploring them as he did each time he touched her, he so loved to touch her, here in this lush, softness where only he knew her. She was the first and only woman ever to reveal such mysteries to him, for centerfolds had still managed to leave much to his imagination. But not Larena, though he knew he should have never laid a hand on her, not ever. Some swore Larena was a witch, like his own mother, and he was a demon, like his father. He knew the dangers of what a union between them may bring about, but he'd been unable to help himself. He'd blame the fact that she was a woman of rare beauty and he was, after all male, but he knew it was more than that.
Ever since that first kiss he'd found himself easily able to take her at a moments notice. The briefest brush of her lithe body against his, the smell of her long red hair on the wind, the coyest of glances from her deep blue eyes above the most impish of smiles, and he was hard, ready, eager and able. He'd been more hesitant than she the first time, but no longer, there was no getting enough of her; their current circumstances proof of that.
She wriggled beneath him now, encouraging his hand upwards where he knew she was most sensitive; her fingernails already known against the flexing muscles of his back. Knowing she wanted him burned him hotter than any fire ever could, the massive red hardness jutting up from between his thighs aquiver with its tremendous need to be burrowing inside her, baptized in her elixirs and the sensations that always raced up from the tip of his staff, clear to his spine, and wrapped around his heart, joining them as one. A slight and sudden spasm gripped his heavy egg shaped balls and he shuddered as a few drops of hot, nearly clear fluid squeezed from the thrumming head of his cock onto Larena's hip, her body moving against his in reply to his need. He deepened their kiss further, his tongue plunging into and out of her mouth in some inadequate offering to his body's ravenousness. He'd had brief thoughts of bending his neck between her legs and drinking in her pleasure as he gave it to her, he loved the taste of her, loved his tongue snaking through her most delicate and secret of places, the way it made the power in him swell to have her body in so visceral a way; her taste made him growl deep in his throat and surge to devour her. But he had no concentration for that now; he wanted to fuck her.
"Red," she whispered as her breasts thrust up against his chest with her need, his fingers not moving nearly fast enough to the spot she wished they would find. The pulsating of his cock so close to her ready channel making her impatient with want. She felt herself swelling against the stroke of his fingers, so wet that the tips of Red's digits occasionally slipped teasingly within her, only to be pulled from her before her body could hug them. Oh but she longed to be snugly full of him, of his exceptional cock, all but the length of a hammer and thick enough that her fingers barely met around its girth. His organ was deeper red than the skin of his body but covered with the same scrolling pattern present on his arms and chest, something Larena had noticed provided a wondrous sensation against the walls of her sheath when he moved within her. Move within her…she couldn't wait any longer. "You don't have to be so careful," she tried to not sound as desperate as she felt, for Red was enough of a devil to tease her until she felt near insanity with how she wanted him, but her breath hitched excitedly in her throat as she spoke. "Don't be so careful," she repeated in a husky whisper, spreading her legs wider and rocking her hips side to side in rhythm to the pounding in both her and his most eager quarters.
That was all he needed to hear. His mouth fell to her neck kissing and biting lightly, so lightly given his power, until his lips and tongue found the fullness of her breasts, seeking out her nipple and sucking it hard into the warmth of his mouth as he eased himself back, taking his weight on his knees between her legs. Larena moaned in anticipation as he took his big cock in one hand, her eyes staring hungrily at both their groins as Red's back arched and drew the crown of his begging organ against her tender pink folds. She braced herself, pushed her teeth against her lower lip as she awaited the intense jolt of his most welcomed invasion of her body, longed to savor the first waves of ecstasy that would only amplify with each hard, heavy, thick inch of his cock that sank into her until his heaving balls met flush with her bottom and there was no more of him to take, but Red was suddenly reluctant.
He should have thought about it earlier tonight, but all thought had been abandoned the moment his lips had met hers; he hoped it hadn't affected anything. As unsure as he was of what grew within Larena's womb, he couldn't bring himself to cause his child any harm, he just couldn't. Red sighed a moment, collected himself from the passionate madness that fought to consume him, then leaned over her again and kissed her softly but quickly. "We've been going at it kinda hard, might not be the best thing for you and…" his left hand gently palmed her still flat stomach. "I think we better switch places this time."
Larena smiled, touched at how protective he already was over their unborn, but still she protested. "But that doesn't work as well for you," she said sweetly, her fingers climbing the thick muscle of his arm and lightly tracing the scrolling designs in his biceps. "I want you to be satisfied too." She lifted her head and began to kiss his neck, hoping to persuade him, for not only did she somehow know that the child would suffer no harm, Larena thrilled to have Red above her and longed for the feeling that she was solidly his that it gave her. He was so strong, so powerful above her, his body met and overmatched hers at every one of her soft curves to his hardened muscle, and in the end, conquered her in a type of divinity better than that which she'd sought in the cloister.
"Lar, c'mon, it's not like I don't get anything from—" Red's interpretation was cut short by a sudden explosion of pleasure radiating up his cock, Larena's hand closed firmly around it and she smiled mischievously up at him as a hissing groan rumbled through his big chest. He'd noticed the very first time she touched him there that she liked the feel of the continuously etched patterns that covered the shaft of his cock, and she made no secret of that now, her fingers finding every looping crest as her fist pumped up down his length. He thrust into her grasp involuntarily, so easily undone by Larena's ministrations, for unlike human males who were created with only one seat of immense sensitivity at the underside of the head of their members, every ridge of each filigreed line along Red's cock sparked fervent vibrations. The night had begun with him reaching his point as Larena merely followed each enhancing edge with her tongue. His whole body shook now as her fingers tickled along each erotic pathway; so much for trying to cool down long enough to think straight, he had to have her.
Red's left arm slipped beneath the small of Larena's back as he arched his, lifting her hips easily to his own, feeling the aching head of his cock glide through the moist crinolines of her slit and straight down to her suppliant opening. Another shiver over took him at the thought of what was split seconds away, he growled in hungry anticipation, then slammed his hips forward, cleanly ramming the entirety of his length deep inside her, feeling her muscular walls fight to grasp him and squeeze tightly, but ultimately being overpowered and making her shudder beneath him as he kissed her hard, swallowing the lustful scream that began to escape her lips. Oh, she was like silk, warm, wet, vivacious silk! His chest heaved against her own quickly rising and falling breasts, her stiff nipples pressing into his red skin, he pulled away from their blazing kiss to catch his breath. "You always push me," he gasped, his lips centimeters from hers, Larena unable to stop kissing him even as he spoke, her hips lifting off the mattress to meet his, begging him to move, but a smile turned up the corners of Red's mouth. Once more his left hand held her against him, he thrust himself a bit deeper, as deep as he would go, both he and Larena moaning together as their bodies further melded, and he held himself there, and wrenched himself onto his back, reversing their positions. Out of breath and near the edge as her weight impaled her deeper upon him, Red's smile became full. "But I always win."
It was difficult to draw a steady enough breath to speak with so much of her lover so suddenly deep inside her, but somehow Larena managed, though her thighs trembled against his, and if not for her hands braced against his massive chest, she'd have fallen upon him. "Do you?" she smiled down at him as she gasped. "A guy like you, you're so much more about a dominant role in everything."
Just the sound of her breathy half whisper made him feel heady, but when combined with tresses of her hair tickling against his chest and nipples and the awesome feel of her satiny sheath around his throbbing cock, Red was in no condition to argue. "Just move, Lar," his voice was low, eyes closed, both his hands coming to rest on her hips. "Move, take what I've got and fuck me."
She did, not one to tease as much as he liked to himself, finding climax above him within a few moments after grinding and swiveling her hips against his strong frame. Larena's rhythm was quick and driven, raising herself as much as she could up on her knees above him to achieve the most intense feelings of coming back down upon his cock again, tightening and contracting her stretched channel as much as she could, her body jerking at his organ as though she stroked him with her hand. She could feel Red building beneath her the whole time, cock swelling inside her until she could name each scrolling ridge etched upon it as their likeness rubbed against her slick canal, winding up yet another climax. He was close; she could feel it in both his agitated organ and read it in the strain of all his muscles and clenched teeth. The hands on her hips that guided her upon him suddenly tightened their grip as Red's back arched away from the bed, pulling her even more against him in some effort to bury himself deeper, but he was already as deep as he could be, and his hips bucked up against hers impetuously, every nerve ending taxed to its limit, cock and balls swelled enough to blow, but still, relief could not be found. Larena moved faster, thrust herself at him harder, tried to be as satisfyingly rough with him as he was with her, but she was no where near as strong as he was, no where near.
There came a growl that could only be described as 'demonic,' despite Red's true nature, and in a whirl of red skin and bed sheets, Larena found herself suddenly and forcefully thrown to her back, her legs extended up and spread around Red in a perfect "V," allowing him unspoiled access to fuck her as hard as he began to, the fearsome, other worldly growl dying in his throat as slamming into her finally began to unwind the passionate tension which trapped him. There was little she could do but grab hold of his broad shoulders and hold on as he thrust so vigorously the headboard of the king size bed knocked against the wall.
A few seconds later the bed was still, the banging sound of the headboard replaced with the panting and heavy breathing of both of them as the fiery heat of Red's release subsided within her. His spent organ slipped from within her, lying wet and soft against her thigh, her own body still shivering with the after effects of the orgasm that had clashed with his. Red tried to move off of her, but he'd still not gotten his breath and his great strength was yet to return; he collapsed above her, his forehead just beneath her breasts, Larena's arms wrapping around what she could reach of him, not willing to break any contact with his body just yet. Why fight it? Red turned his head to the side and snuggled into her, almost able to breathe normally now, but still relishing in how she held him.
"Hey," he smirked, able now to speak as Larena's strength also slowly returned. She looked down at him inquisitively and Red chuckled. "I told you I always win."
She laughed, smoothing his hair back in place. "But you don't let it go to your head, that's what I like best about you." She smirked back.
Again Red chuckled, pushing himself up with his arms and leaning forward to kiss her when a bang on the giant sealed door of his quarters interrupted, and lead to the intrusion of Myers voice. "Damn it!" Red bit out, then sighed, looked down at Larena and shook his head, gently laying a finger to her lips. "You know what time it is, John?" He yelled towards the door.
"Well," replied John in a sardonic tone. "That's actually why I'm wondering just what is going on in there!"
"It's nothing," Red immediately insisted, but realized he had to come up with something, but what? "Just…playing some basketball…with…the cats." He felt Larena's lips twitch beneath his finger and when he glanced down at her she was stifling a laugh and looking up at him as if to ask, "what?" Red stifled his own laugh and shrugged his shoulders, looking back at the door and adding, "Leave me alone, will ya?"
"HB," John sighed, obviously unimpressed with that scenario. "This is the fourth time tonight there's been some kind of…commotion in there."
"Hey," Red answered confidently. "Don't blame me, there's four quarters aren't there?" At that part of a laugh nearly escaped Larena, who quickly cupped her own hand over her mouth, and Red felt himself getting giggly just watching her fight laughter. He had to get rid of John. "Look, I'll tell you about it in the morning, it's nothing, just get some sleep." He suggested, but couldn't resist winking down at Larena and adding, "I've got it all under control." And Larena pressed her hand a little harder over her mouth as her eyes strained closed in silent laughter.
"If you say so, then." John muttered, his voice growing fainter as he moved away from the door. "Just try to keep it down to a roar in there, okay?"
"You got it, buddy!" Replied Red, then listened until he was sure Myers was gone before letting himself laugh, and Larena joining him, laughing until their lips met in that delayed kiss, sweet and affectionate, but void of the previous fire.
"So," Larena sighed as Red rolled off of her and took her against his big chest in his arms. She hesitated to ask, but at the same time, she was desperate to know. "We can't hide this forever," her hand fell over her belly. "When are we telling them what is going on in here?"
Red groaned, he didn't like thinking about this, but she was right. "I don't know," he admitted. "As soon as I figure out how to tell them." And how did he tell them? The one thing he was never supposed to do, he did. His father was going to be pissed! No, he didn't even want to think about it, he was tired. "You need your sleep, Lar. No more 'roaring' tonight, you wore me out." He smiled, hugging her to him and kissing her forehead, trying to think of anything but making this all known to everyone, and there was one thing that always worked, and it was so frequently on his mind. "But it is nice to finally be getting the most out of this bed!"