When they got back to their hotel room, Hellboy insisted on showering alone. He even shut the door behind him. Liz was understanding. She allowed him some privacy. Some time to collect his thoughts, to calm down.

When he came out of the bathroom, steam rolling out from the doorway behind him, wearing only a pair of boxers, his long, black hair clinging wetly to his neck and shoulders, Liz was lying in bed, reading a book she had brought along on the mission.

"All yours," Hellboy said, gesturing to the bathroom.

Liz walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She showered quickly. She came out wearing a black, silk negligee, paired with a long, black, silken robe. Her eyeliner had become smudged in the water and steam. Hellboy was laying on the bed, above the covers, looking up at the ceiling and touching his left horn stump, which was still jagged, with his left hand, silently wishing he had something to file it down with.

Liz came to sit next to him.

"So... what happened exactly?" He asked, taking his hand away from his horn.

"There's not much to tell, really," Liz said quietly, shrugging. "That bitch threw me and Abe out of the church with her freaky mind powers, and by the time we made it back in, you were all big n' scary. You chased us for a bit because she told you to kill us. Abe shot at you, but the bullets did fuck-all. You managed to smack him in the back of the head and knocked him out... thank God you used your left hand..."

Hellboy winced slightly, shuddering at what could have happend to Abe.

"But she must have sensed something in me," Liz went on. "She decided that I was more valuable alive and had you bring me back to the church. She had you put me on the altar, held me down with her powers and was getting ready to bite me. I tried to use my powers, but she must have blocked them somehow, so I used the fire from your... your crown... to fry her."

Liz didn't like talking about his crown, knowing what it signified. Even when they were just friends, she hated thinking about Hellboy's intended destiny. Now that she was in love with him, the thought left a metallic taste in her mouth and acid in her veins.

"How did I turn back?" Hellboy asked.

"Well, I... sort of absorbed the fire from your crown," Liz said. "It was strange. I just focused on it and the fire came to me until there was nothing left of it. Then you came back."

Hellboy let out a small groan. He suddenly felt like he needed to take another shower.

"But it's okay," Liz said, laying her head on top of his chest. "You're back now. It's fine."

"No, Liz," Hellboy said, voice rumbling in her ear through his ribs. "It's not 'fine.' Not by a long shot."

"Oh, don't be that way," Liz said, looking up at him from his chest.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked hesitantly.

"No, no," Liz said. "Even when you grabbed me, you weren't very rough at all. She hurt me when she threw me around, though."

Hellboy gave a solemn nod and closed his eyes, as if in thought. He was relieved that he hadn't hurt her, but how many more times would this happen? Would luck be on their side then? And, while Abe's injuries were very slight compared to what they could have been, that didn't change the fact that it was completely unnecessary for him to have gotten hurt in the first place.

"Hey..." Liz said quietly.

Hellboy opened his eyes and looked down at her. She pushed herself higher up on top of him and pressed her lips to his. He felt her small breasts pressing against the silk of her negligee and couldn't stop himself from getting a little excited, despite his pessimistic mood. She kissed him again, and this time, he parted his lips a little. Liz stuck the tip of her tongue through his lips experimentally, seeing how he would react.

To her slight surprise, he took the bait and brought his tongue to meet hers, tilting his head farther to the side to allow for better access. Liz's hand wandered down to his groin, feeling his rapidly engorging cock throbbing beneath his boxers.

"I want you inside me," Liz said as she took her mouth less than an inch from his.

"You know we can't," He responded back, almost breathlessly.

"I want to try," Liz said, pulling his boxers down.

Hellboy lifted his ass up so that she could pull his boxers down easier, his massive cock already at maximum hardness.

"What if we get stuck together again?" Hellboy asked.

"We'll just do what we did last time," Liz said.

She held his cock between her hands and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking and swishing her tongue around the tip. She jerked the shaft with her delicate, soft hands, maintaining eye contact all the while. Hellboy wanted to argue with her, wanted to tell her it was a bad idea, but he found himself unable to tell her to stop. He tilted his head back, a silent sigh escaping his lips.

Liz took her mouth away and, hiking her negligee up, began to position his cock against her slit, but he stopped her.

"Wait," He said. "Let me loosen you up first."

"What?" She asked.

"Sit on my face," He requested.

Liz happily obliged, a smile spreading across her lips. She crawled up beside him on the bed, hiked her negligee up around her waist, and straddled his face, spreading her pussy lips over his mouth. He eagerly began licking and sucking, bringing his hands up to cup her perfect ass that was resting on his clavicle. He pushed his tongue into her birth canal, gently pushing it in and pulling it back out. Liz moaned as he fell into a routine, licking and sucking her clit, then trailing his tongue down to her birth canal and slowly, sensually, tongue-fucking her, then trailing back to her clit to suck and lick some more.

"You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up," Liz warned.

She rolled off of his face and pointed to the edge of the bed.

"Go stand over there," She demanded.

"What?" He asked. "Why?"

"I want you to try fucking me doggystyle," She explained.

"Isn't that-" Hellboy began.

"Just do it," Liz said. "I wanna try."

Hellboy wanted to argue. Wanted to tell her that it would probably be worse than last time if he was the one in charge of the thrusting, but she seemed deadset on attempting it. And, she was right: They could just do what they did last time if they got stuck again. Hellboy stood at the foot of the bed, hooves planted firmly on the carpeted hotel floor.

Liz backed up on the bed, negligee still hiked up around her waist. It was a glorious sight to see: her ass and pussy spread wide, offering herself to him in an almost animalistic and degrading manner. It was amazing that he had enough self control to refrain from hastily taking her right then and there.

"Okay," Liz said, looking over her shoulder at him. "I'm ready. Just go slow, okay?"

"Okay," He agreed.

Hellboy grabbed his cock and aimed it so that it was level with her vagina. Liz began backing up, easing onto his cock. Hellboy moaned as she managed to stuff the head all in, the warmth and wetness exciting him beyond measure. He had to stop himself from reaching down, grabbing her shoulders and slamming her down the rest of the way.

"So far, so good," Liz said. "Now push in a little at a time."

Hellboy obeyed, pushing as gently as he could into her. To his surprise, it slid in easier than the last time.

"I think you loosening me up helped," Liz said with a laugh.

"I'll say..." Hellboy said.

Hellboy bent down over her as best he could until his mouth was at the back of her neck. He leaned to the side and began sucking on her neck, eliciting a moan from her. He felt her vagina relax around his cock almost instantly, and he was able to slide in almost 2 more inches with minimal effort. Still leaning over her with his mouth near her neck, he reached down to feel his cock.

"I'm farther in than I was last time," He said quietly. "I'm over halfway..."

Liz let out a sound - a sort of grunt.

"Are you okay?" Hellboy asked, worriedly.

"Yeah, it just... I've never felt this before. It's like you're hitting something that maybe isn't supposed to be hit."

"Want me to pull out?" He asked, already preparing to do so.

"No, no," Liz said. "Keep going. It doesn't hurt. It just... it feels different."

"Okay, but you tell me if it starts to hurt," Hellboy said sternly.

Hellboy gradually pushed until he felt like something was blocking him. He still had about 2 inches of his cock outside of Liz.

"Okay, there's something in the way," He said. "I think that's as far as we should go."

"Wait," Liz said. "It feels like something happened when you pushed on it. Do it again."

"Liz, I-"

"Don't argue. Just do it."

Hellboy reluctantly pushed forward. Liz didn't tell him to stop, nor did she show any signs of pain, so he kept thrusting gently back and forth. He felt that he was blocked until something changed. It felt as if something had begun to open up and allow him further access. Surprisingly, his cock slipped farther in. He was balls-deep inside of her now, though he could have technically pushed a little farther still, until his testicles were pushing tightly against his scrotum, but he didn't want to press his luck.

He became confused and slightly alarmed when he gave an experimental thrust.

"Liz... there's... there's a second hole in here."

"I think..." Liz said, looking over her shoulder at him. "I think that's my cervix. I think you made it dilate. It would make sense that you'd be able to reach it."

Hellboy didn't know much about anatomy, but he was a little familiar with the reproductive system. He had spent hours upon hours in his father's study as a boy, flipping through whatever book he could get his hands on as a way to stave off his boredom and not feel so isolated. Anatomy was one of the few topics he took some interest in. He remembered reading that the vagina - before he even knew what a vagina was - wasn't particularly long, but did become longer with arousal. Since he was much more endowed than any normal man, it stood to reason that he could reach much farther than he was intended.

"Thrust," Liz demanded.

It took Hellboy a minute to come back to reality, to realize he had been standing still, lost in his thoughts. He happily gave a few gentle thrusts, reveling in the way Liz arched her back and threw her head back in ecstasy with every pump he gave.

"You're so fucking big, Red," Liz practically purred, black-painted fingernails twisting the bedsheets.

"You like it?" He asked, feeling himself give in to the excitement little by little.

"I fucking love it," She moaned.

Acting on pure instinct, he reached down and looped his arms under her armpits and over her shoulders, as if his arms were the straps of a bookbag, and lifted her up, bouncing her very carefully up and down on his cock. He was numb with ecstasy at feeling both her vaginal opening and her cervix squeeze his cock simultaneously.

"Can you turn me around without taking your cock out?" She asked. "I want to fuck you the other way."

Hellboy carefully turned her until she was facing him, the sensation of her vaginal walls gripping his cock the whole way sending a chill up his spine. She wrapped her legs around his waist for support, though support was hardly needed with his thick, muscular arms wrapped around her, one tucked under her ass, the other wrapped around her back. Her mouth pressed against his.

Suddenly, Liz reached both hands up, wrapping them around the jagged horn stumps protruding from his forehead. She pulled herself up by them, then let herself slam back down on his massive, crimson cock, making Hellboy groan with pleasure.

He felt so thoroughly happy that he could have cried. He was still very much shaken up about what happened at the church, but it was almost a distant memory at the moment, despite Liz literally hanging on to the evidence of the incident that occurred only a short while ago. He couldn't bring himself to vividly think of anything negative. It might as well have happened 10 years ago as far as he was concerned.

Liz hoisted herself up by his horns until her small, round titties were near his mouth. Hellboy promplty placed a peach-colored nipple in his mouth, alternating from the left breast to the right, then back again. Her nipples perked up beautifully as his tongue teased them.

"Oh, fuck," Liz moaned, a smile spreading across her face. "I feel like I'm..."

Hellboy brought her down a little lower and buried his face into her neck, sucking and grazing his teeth over the delicate curve where her shoulder began to form.

"Slam your fucking cock into me," Liz begged. "Get as far inside me as you can. I want you to fill me with your cum!"

Hellboy did as she said, but didn't allow himself to get too carried away. If he followed her instructions to the letter, she would more than likely end up with a broken something-or-other. He pushed until he was in as far as he could possibly go, his balls pressed firmly, tightly against his thighs.

He gave a few thrusts, in and out, and Liz opened her mouth almost as if in shock. Hellboy felt her vagina contract tightly, slacken, tighten, slacken. She let out a high-pitched moan as her orgasm took hold, her entire body feeling light as air to her, like it didn't even truly exist. The sensation of the contractions so snug against his cock, coupled with her moans was all it took for Hellboy to reach his limit, and he exploded inside of her, squeezing her body slightly tighter to his body than before.

Liz could feel his orgasm filling her, coating the inside of her uterus. As his orgasm died down, he realized Liz had gone almost completely limp in his arms, legs dangling and her head resting against his chest. She was slightly damp with sweat and breathing heavily.

"You okay, kid?" He asked.

"Yeah... just..." She lifted her head up to look at him. "That was intense."

Hellboy walked back to the bed and carefully laid her on her back, legs slightly folded at the knees so that his cock wasn't pulling her upwards.

"I'm gonna pull out now," He said. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Liz said.

Very slowly, but smoothly, he took a few small steps backward until his cock was free. She laid there, looking up at him, something that looked like joy in her eyes. He laid next to her, putting his face right beside hers, a little smile coming to his face.

"What're you so happy about?" He asked teasingly.

"I can't believe we pulled that off," Liz said. "I was worried it might never happen. Was it what you thought it'd be?"

Hellboy chuckled. "God... it was great. I knew sex was supposed to be really nice, but... damn, you know? Just damn."

Liz laughed. "Such a way with words."

"Did you like it?" He asked. "With me, I mean? Was it good?"

"Yeah..." Liz said. "I never came from sex before."

"R-really?" Hellboy asked.

"You must have stretched me out just right," Liz explained. "Hit all the right spots, I guess. That was the hardest I've ever came."

Hellboy smirked, feeling rather proud of himself. Liz pulled her negligee back down. She looked at the alarm clock on the hotel nightstand.

"Damn," Liz said. "It's almost three in the morning. We gotta be at the airport in less than four hours."

"I could definitely go for some sleep right about now," Hellboy said, getting up and putting his boxers back on.

"Same," Liz agreed, turning on the lamp next to the bed.

Hellboy switched the main light to the hotel room off and eagerly crawled into bed next to Liz, wrapping his left arm around her protectively. She switched off the lamp, plunging them both into a comfortable darkness.

Liz fell asleep a while before Hellboy. He found it hard to drift off when his mind was so busy thinking about what the future held for the 2 of them. He decided that he never wanted to be away from Liz, ever again. He wanted to travel the world with her, whether it was for work or leisure. He wanted to always be experiencing new things and growing with her.

For the first time in his life, he was seriously thinking of marriage. There was no way he could let her slip away, no possible way he could live without her by his side. He had finally found his mate - someone that he clicked with in every possible way, someone that he could trust with all of his secrets, someone who understood his struggles, because she could trust him with her secrets and he understood her struggles.

Quietly, so very quietly that he could barely hear himself, he spoke into the darkness.

"I love you, Elizabeth Anne Sherman..."