Dashing Devil Omnibus 1: Books 1-3, page 15
Boyd ground his teeth as the reporter, Kayla—he made a point to remember her name—spoke in a worried tone. “It’s not looking good for Silver. She doesn’t seem to be able to move and they are clearly hurting her. I hope…” a streak moved through the space where the attacker had been floating.
“Holy… who is that?”
The camera blurred as it zoomed out and then panned to follow Boyd’s movements. It caught up to him as his tail slammed into the telekinetic who had been restraining Silvie. It then followed him through the arching flight where he carefully caught Silvie. He appeared rather gallant in the action, especially for someone who looked like a demon.
“It appears that a Changed man has come to Silver’s aid. He struck down two of her assailants in seconds and now appears to be… Oh!” She gasped as the tech user darted forward.
You could see Silvie looking up at him as he made disabling the Powered Criminal look easy.
“Wow… now he has disabled the third assailant. Silver and the Changed man must know each other. It appears he is moving her to safety now.” The camera zoomed in on them as Boyd crossed the street. Boyd saw the concern on his face as he looked down at Silvie in his arms.
“Yes, he took the time to find a comfortable place to set her down and then covered her with a makeshift blanket. Could this be the mystery boyfriend? Come on!” Kayla urged as Boyd propelled himself in an arch toward the fleeing criminal.
The camera stayed on him but jostled as the operator hustled forward with Kayla. Boyd didn’t realize that he’d roared as he smashed the orange energy construct, but he did—loud enough to shake the camera and blur the view for a moment.
“Whoa! He’s a loud one! I felt that in my chest,” Kayla said as they closed in on where Silvie lay on the couch, watching him.
“Silver! Are you alright?” Kayla asked, the camera shifting to her briefly before panning back to Boyd as he finished disabling the telekinetic.
“Yes, I’m okay. Hey, do you have any water?” Silver’s voice asked.
“Oh,” Kayla sounded vaguely surprised to be asked such a question. “Sure… Craig?” The camera shifted sideways a couple of steps. “Here.”
“Thank you,” Silvie responded from off-screen.
“Of course… Who is that? Oh!” A beam of red light smashed Boyd in the lower back. He watched as his pale skin blackened as the beam scorched his flesh
“Don’t worry. He’s tough enough to take a few of those. See?” Silvie said.
Boyd launched himself through the air, pouncing on the last Powered Criminal. The camera barely picked up the Black Flame in his hand, so it looked more like he was just blocking that last beam with his palm. He slammed the man's head into the ground and then straightened, scanning the scene. Afterwards, he called out to the officers on the scene, which made Kayla gasp again.
When he turned towards them, Silvie—still out of frame—said, “To answer your question, that’s my boyfriend. And like I said before, he can be a little protective.”
There was the stunned silence Boyd had witnessed as he approached. He’d sounded good when he talked—not menacing at all. Deep and rumbling, but friendly. Then there was the kiss, which also looked good once he got over the surprise. It lasted longer than he’d remembered too. Somehow the contrast between the classically beautiful young Silvie and Boyd’s less traditional but admittedly handsome appearance worked well on camera.
His grin after the kiss broke came off as a bit goofy, although Boyd was okay with that. It might soften him in the public's eye. The camera followed them until he flew over a building and then returned to Kayla who was tugging her hair back into place, likely messed up by his takeoff. Oops!
As the camera centered on her, Boyd noticed for the first time just how pretty she was. Kayla had a cute, upturned nose between a set of light brown eyes that were currently sparkling with excitement. Her dark blond hair reminded Boyd of honey and was slightly wavy, left down at a professional shoulder length.
Her lips were a bit wide for the rest of her face, but it gave her the look of someone who smiled easily and often. Her build was a little on the wider side, but she was also reasonably tall for a woman, and it looked proportionate. She might carry a few extra pounds, but did so well.
“Well, that was a surprise,” Kayla said as she turned to the camera. You could see the police moving the now-restrained criminals in the background. “It would seem that Glorith City’s protector has quite the protector of her own. We didn’t get a name for this Changed Hero, but he has to be at least A-ranked… maybe even S-ranked. He certainly displayed the skill and ability of a trained Hero. He quickly subdued three Powered Criminals who were giving Silver, an S-ranked Hero herself, a run for her money.”
Kayla paused, brows drawing together. “Why wasn’t he approved for fieldwork? I’m sure I’m not the only one who would like to know why we are being denied the protection of such a strong Hero. We’ll stay on the scene and try to talk to The Authority’s Officers, but it looks like the action is over for now. Back to you, Jill.”
Boyd thought it could have gone much worse. For one thing, nothing was said about his appearance. In reality, it barely seemed to phase the young reporter. Was she unique in that, or would others agree? Only time would tell.
“This is great, kid. I mean, not great that you disobeyed standing orders. That’s a no-no. Consider yourself officially reprimanded… a mark on your record... yada yada.”
Boyd shrugged.
“But this coverage?” Royce continued, “It’s solid. You looked good. Efficient. You were friendly with the press. No civilians got hurt. Only minor collateral damage to the street. Fantastic kid—if you're gonna disregard orders, make sure it’s like this every time.” He laughed.
“I’ll try,” Boyd grinned back with a little chagrin. “You think this will work out, then?”
He didn’t care if he got in trouble. Silvie was safe and that was worth whatever they’d do to him. His main concern was that it might set him back further, raising another wall between him and getting out into the field.
“It’ll depend on how this trends. We’ll have initial figures in sixteen to twenty-four hours. Until then? It’s up in the air. I’ll call you tomorrow. Until then, take your woman home and look after her. Silver is on forty-eight-hour medical leave. We have The Bionics covering for her,” Royce said as he stood.
“Will do.” Boyd smiled at Royce. He was one of the good ones.
Royce had been assigned to Boyd a few years after his Change set in, shortly after the events with Mind Witch. Things had worked between them because Royce understood something about Boyd that the others didn’t get. Most Heroes were driven by thoughts of fame or fortune. Hell, even Silvie had a little of that in her—she enjoyed being famous and hoped to grow her popularity.
Others liked the money that could be made and the lavish lifestyle that Heroes could lead. Not Boyd. He didn’t need either to do his job. If you could help someone, you should help someone. It was that simple—to him, at least.
“Alright kid. Now that you have been officially reprimanded for your job well done, we are all set. Talk to ya tomorrow.” Royce stood with a mild groan.
“Yeah, talk to you then,” Boyd responded with a wave as Royce walked out of the waiting room.
That left Boyd alone again, but this time he was much more comfortable. He took a moment to reflect on the events of the day. His eyes wandered around the room and eventually found a clock on the wall. Was it really only noon? He didn’t have to wait much longer before Silvie came floating into the room in a fresh, undamaged suit.
“Hello, Darling!” She darted forward and glommed onto his chest again, her arms going around his neck and her thighs clinging to his sides. They shared a kiss, but kept it short and sweet.
“I’m all set, we can go home. They gave me forty-eight hours of medical leave, just to make sure there is no lasting trauma.” Silvie gave him a wink.
It was a rule that if a Hero reported any fear as the result of an assault, they had to be assessed for trauma. Most of the time they were just put on a forty-eight-hour leave and asked again at the end of it.
“Well, I’ll just have to keep a close eye on you, won’t I?” He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her. “Maybe I should carry you home, just to be safe.”
“Mmm,” she murmured, laying her head against his shoulder. “I wouldn’t complain.”
Boyd pried her legs off from around his waist and repositioned them so that he could cradle her body in one arm again. He kept her a little higher this time, so she could keep using his shoulder as a pillow. Wrapping his wings around her, he tucked them tightly around her so that just her head was exposed.
“It’s super nice that we can do this here, now,” Silvie murmured.
“Yeah,” Boyd agreed softly as he left the waiting room and followed the signs to the elevators.
“You saved me today,” Silvie said once they got on the elevator and had a little more privacy.
“Kind of. The beams don’t seem to have done much damage. You probably could have lasted until The Bionics arrived,” Boyd responded.
“Yeah, but it hurt, and you still saved me from it,” Silvie insisted. She took the tone he recognized that meant he shouldn’t argue.
Boyd chuckled. “Okay, I saved you.”
“You did. Bad men were hurting me, and you showed up and stopped them. You even got hurt doing it.” Silvie moved her face up into the crook of his neck, nuzzling in close. “It was hot… really hot.”
“Yeah?” Boyd asked, bemused.
“Mhmm. I was a damsel in distress and my big strong Hero showed up and saved me. You even carried me off in your arms.” She breathed against his neck.
He made a low noise of confirmation. She was distracting him rather efficiently.
“I’m a very grateful damsel, and I’m going to show you just how grateful I am.”
Chapter 16
They stepped out of the elevator into the lobby for their suite. It was an entry area with a couple of chairs and some potted plants. After they were both scanned by hidden devices built into the ceiling, floor, and walls, the actual security door slid open silently. That it was silent was rather impressive, considering that the ten-by-ten door was a foot of thick, solid metal.
As Boyd stepped into the hallway that took them past the gym, meeting/tactical room, the game room, and into the kitchen he responded, “Oh, and how are you going to do that?”
“You’ll see.” She giggled and floated up out of his arms, pushing against his wing to shimmy out of his embrace. Silvie led him up to their room, grabbing his hand and half dragging him by it as she floated up the stairs. She led him to their room.
It was a big room, the main area being thirty by twenty feet. There was a sitting area off to the side with a couch and two chairs, a small table set between them. The walls were painted a neutral gray—peppery, Silvie called it. The decorations ranged from a little darker gray to white with a few metal accents and just a touch of black.
Doors to the bathroom and a large closet were in the wall opposite the sitting area. A large view screen hung on the wall by the entry door, visible from either the couch or the bed. Someone sitting in the chairs would have to turn around to see it, but they didn’t use either the view screen or the sitting area all that often. In the center of the room was their large bed, with its gray comforter over white sheets. The room had a very masculine feel to it, but Silvie had picked out the decorations, so he never brought it up.
She pulled him to the bed, spun him around, and pushed him to sit on the edge of it. She wanted to be in control right now—as she often did when it came to their sex life. Another aspect of Boyd’s Power was that he was rather intuitive when it came to what his partners needed. With Silvie, that was almost always control. He didn’t mind in the least; she always made it enjoyable.
“Mmm…” Silvie murmured as she pondered something. “Yeah, wait here!” She gave him a peck on the lips before darting through the air into the large closet.
Boyd smiled, dress up time was always fun. He wasn’t sure how long he’d have to wait to see what she picked out, but it was always worth it. When Silvie returned, she was in a light blue set of lingerie made of sheer material. It had embroidered swoops and swirls that added just a taste of mystery but hid nothing.
Music began playing softly over hidden speakers—something with a slow beat, no lyrics, and a combination of instruments that thrummed sensually. Silvie floated over in front of him and began to dance in the air. His eyes were riveted to her, taking in every magnificent slope and curve.
Silvie reveled in her power over him. She slid through the air, stretching and bending in slow, sinuous movements that matched the music. It was a performance that only a woman with no regard for gravity could perform, and it was glorious. She floated a bit closer and pulled him to his feet.
Silvie continued her dance, but now she ground and slid her body against his. Boyd got lost in it. As her soft exposed skin glided over him, his fingers explored her every curve and slope. After a time that felt like hours, Boyd realized he was being led up onto the bed and laid down on his back.
His wings flattened out under him, still folded up neatly. While it wasn’t very comfortable, Boyd wasn’t about to complain. His wings, as well as his tail, made it uncomfortable lying flat on his back. He could sit in most chairs, though, and had no problem sleeping on his side. Once he’d laid down, Silvie floated up and then settled down onto him, laying across his chest. She drew him into a kiss that was slow and passionate—the kind that lasted.
Silvie floated upwards, pulling his face into the valley of her full and perky breasts. She guided first one of Boyd’s arms and then the other one up over his head, securing them with leather straps attached to chains hooked into the corners of the headboard. They couldn’t actually restrain him, and they both knew it.
It was a symbolic expression of Silvie's need for control, which he would never break. He’d had no concerns about installing the restraints when she’d asked him to. Leaving him for a moment, she returned with her favorite leather blindfold, slipping it over his horns and down around his eyes.
Once he was restrained and blindfolded, she returned to kissing him—still slow and tender. While she did, she writhed against him, building her lust. After a time she dropped back slowly. His mouth tried to follow hers, but her slender hand came up to direct his jaw up and to the side a little. She kissed along his chin and jaw, venturing lower to kiss and lick the skin of his neck in strategic locations. Silvie continued to venture lower, stopping to linger wherever she pleased.
Boyd’s breathing deepened and accelerated, hitching from time to time when she found a spot that sent a jolt along his spine. She continued down his chest and abdomen, taking the time to follow the contour of each muscle. Her soft breath and gently teasing tongue and lips made him tense and flex for her, further feeding her need.
Lower, she continued, down to his hips. Silvie’s slender fingers grabbed the waistband of his shorts and slid them down. Once they were far enough down, she used a foot to push them to his ankles, from there he helped her and kicked them off.
She dropped lower and Boyd let out a gasp as her tender lips found the tip of his cock. It was proportional to the rest of him—which meant on the large side. But he was not so large as to be unmanageable… just close to it. Silvie gave a sweet little giggle before kissing him a little more firmly, sending shivers through his body. He knew he was in for a rough time at this point, in the best of ways.
Most of the time their sex was pretty standard. Silvie usually led, but they used more than the three basic positions. Even when the cuffs and the blindfold come out, they were both very generous and giving lovers. They were both always left more than satisfied.
Then, there were times like this—when Silvie transitioned from giving pleasure to inflicting it. She was something of a sadist with a limited interest in pain. Her lips and tongue found every sensitive spot along his shaft and crown. Her cool, slender fingers teased and toyed with his heavy jewels until they tightened involuntarily.
One hand worked its way along his shaft, adding gentle brushing of fingertips and scrapes of manicured nails to the already intense sensations. It felt like the gentler she was, the more extreme the pleasure she wreaked on him. Her soft lips wrapped around his crown and the wet heat of her mouth made him groan and his hips buck.
Boyd’s resonant, deep voice made the sound more animal than human. He heard as Silvie made a sweet, pleasing sound in response. Her lips pressed forward slowly, her tongue rolling against his sensitive glans as her head dipped down. Boyd heard another, lower pleased sound once she filled her mouth with the top half of his cock.
Silvie then worked her way back up just as slowly, then returned to kissing and licking every sensitive spot she could find. She alternated between using her lips and tongue, and the heat of her mouth for a time. Boyd had no way of knowing how long it lasted.
It felt like a long time, maybe hours, though it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. She built him up, relentlessly and inexorably pushing him towards his release. He groaned and panted involuntarily. As he closed on his climax, she took him fully between her lips once more, drawing more and more of him into the hot, wet confines of her mouth.
Boyd felt when he hit resistance, just past the halfway point of his shaft. Silvie pressed forward, taking him into her tight throat. When she swallowed, it nearly pushed him over the edge.
He was normally very grateful for her ability to do this. When she was like this, though, it was just another weapon she used to rob him of his sanity. Boyd could feel himself begin to throb as she kept pushing forward. When he felt her lips wrap around the base of him, it was too much. With a low groan and a buck of his hips, his climax began.
