#creecentmoondemon

You were blaming France for this particular mood.

And how could you not? Paris was in fact the city of love, no? So what if you were there on B.P.R.D orders to hunt god knows what. Hellboy was with you and the little village like place the two of you had been shacked up in just got the mood flowing.

When the plane had landed here you hadn’t missed the irony of the geographical position you were in. Some do folder intern had voiced it in jest, an American werewolf in Paris. Hellboy being well Hellboy, had quite wittily reminded the young man if he happened to know how that one goes, before shooting him a telling glance. That had been the end of the so called jest.

The monster sightings had been hard to track or simply to lure out, so with Alice and Liz in tow the three of you had opted for a little sight seeing under the guise of getting to know the locals and getting the 4–1-1 on this whole situation. The local shops were quaint and spoke of the little towns history but speaking from shop keeper to shop keeper had proven unyielding. One of the places you had entered had a small row of very dainty and handmade lingerie.

Well, you did have a very handsome half demon waiting for you. There was no sense in not getting something the two of you could enjoy. There was a nice lacy black number, mostly see through, extremely fragile looking, yup this would do.

Evening had fallen when you had returned with the girls, bidding them a goodbye and completely not missing the wink Alice shot you, you set up to get ready.

To say you wouldn’t ravish yourself while wearing this would be a complete and utter lie. The straps that crias crossed around your stomach, the lace underwear it connected with, the flimsy bra holding your breast. There was simply no way this would survive maybe more than three minutes, four minutes tops. You sat on the windowsill admiring how beautiful a sunset looked here, in your contemplations you heard the doorknob move and heavy foot falls.

“Hey babe, any luck wi-“ Hellboy could be rendered speechless with the right moves but a full stop? A full moment to just stand and drag his golden orbs over flesh and straps and lace?

Okay two minutes tops.

“How was your day?” You turned, making quite the show of crossing your legs, making the fabric tighten. Hellboy’s gaze followed your legs and everything he could envision doing bombarded his brain in seconds.

“Fuck my day, my night just got a million times better” He shrugged off his heavy coat and casted it aside, his steps were halted when you shook your finger at him. “Over in the bed please, sit” Oh you were calling shots? Night officially the best. He did just that, letting his heavy frame to sit on the edge of the bed, he took the moment to kick off his boots and socks. You sauntered over towards him and the full view only made him swallow. In front of him, hands on his broad shoulders, you leaned down enough to make sure your breast were close to his eye sight and whispered.

“You wanna see my version of an American werewolf in Paris?” You grinned when Hellboy licked his lips and flesh and stone landed on your hips. “I would like that” He whispered back to you, lust evident in his tone.

You only felt about a third of the way bad for whoever happened to be your neighbor.

But another chunk (a much bigger chunk) did not fucking care.

True to your predictions, your new lingerie clung to your body in broken ribbons. Your breast were out, one of the criss cross straps around your stomach had survived but hole Hellboy had torn on the underwear had them basically useless.

You weren’t helping either, nails dug onto his chest as you rode him with every intention of devouring him (poor choice of words). You felt stone and flesh grip your hips, aiding you in the rhythm of you thrusted down onto him. Hellboy grunted, each slap of skin only urging him forward to claim what was his. “Fuck baby, you look-fucking perfect” He smirked when a particular raise of his hips made your eyes roll back. His size and girth in this position always managed to make you push for him. His flesh hand landed a rather harsh pop to your rear, it made your open your eyes as your mouth hung in desire.

“I just can’t help myself when you look like that” He grunted out the words, raining down a few more smacks to your rear and delighting when the last few made you moan and hiss. Time had broken him out of his concerns of hurting you, even after finding out what you were, he still had his reservations. But you had delighted in showing him just how much you could take when it came to his strength.

Placing your palms more firmly on his chest, feeling the muscles there, you set about riding him to a bruising pace. The bed shook, headboard smacked and you really could care less about whoever your neighbor was. Your mind only wanted two things, the demon below you and his cock.

“Ah fuck!” You felt the way his stone right hand culled your rear as the other gripped an ass check for leverage, he used that to ram you down onto his stiff length over and over until you felt that he was the one controlling your movements. “That’s it baby, that’s it, bounce on it” Hellboy groaned lowly as he used you, and god did you love being used by him. You felt his tail snake across your reddened cheeks, the sensation making your toes curl as that familiar precipice approached. That sneaky tail prodded your other hole, just enough pressure that made you shook with desire. While the two of you had never discuss activities of that nature, you had quickly found out you liked feeling a little something there. It made the release even stronger.

Speaking of which.

It hit you and boy did it hit you. Off guard, off balanced and hard enough to make you stiffen above him with a lengthy longing moan. Hellboy held you, helped you ride that wave to its final shuddering splash. Feeling him keep hold of you, slamming you down onto him with enough force the bed made another protesting sound. Hellboy found his own release just like that, with a low guttural groan that had his hips raised and shooting into you. The five of each rope making your thighs spasm.

You collapsed atop of him, breathing fast and hard much as he was. The force of it had the two of you in slow motion but for now, you cared little for the after.

Right now all you wanted to do was lay above him, tail running down the back of your rear lazily.