Dashing Devil Omnibus 1: Books 1-3, page 30
She physically pulled away, as well, having sensed the probe. Silvie had mentioned she could feel it sometimes. Boyd felt driven to understand this, though, it felt much too important to let slip away.
He followed her, stepping in close and leaning into her. One hand went to her waist, his large fingers warping around the curve of her side and her hip. His other hand moved around to support her back, his forearm supporting her spine as his fingers tangled in her thick red hair to hold her head.
Then, he dipped her and presses his lips to hers. The goal was to overwhelm her. Having insight into her mind with the temporarily enhanced bond was cheating, but the ladies in his life weren’t exactly playing fair, so he called it even.
Boyd kissed Kitsune the way she wanted to be kissed. The way she craved—with passion, intensity, force. Their tongues wrestled more than danced together. It was raw, unfettered, primal; very different from what Silvie enjoyed. His love’s desire was just as passionate, but much more controlled.
Kitsune moaned heatedly into his mouth, and he felt her defenses drop.
Without slowing or lessening the kiss, Boyd submerged himself in her mind. It wasn’t that difficult, but it was all consuming. The rest of the world just faded away. He could feel the woman he held in his arms as she pressed against him. The thin fabric of her top and pants did little to dampen the heat or the feel of her beneath them.
Warmth seeped into him where her skin touched his bare flesh. One of her hands snaked around to the back of his neck and the other clung to his lower back. Her nails teased at his skin, not quite digging in but promising to if he played his cards right.
Boyd felt both her body and mind screaming for more. There was something else going on here, though. There was… something there. It was not quite a second mind. This was more like a separate set of instincts, drives, urges, and will. It was part of her, but held separately.
Boyd recognizes it immediately. He had seen it in himself, with Mind Witch's aid, years ago. She’d helped him to understand that it was the part of his mind that had Changed with his physical appearance. It was that part of him that would take over if he ended up going Primal.
It drove him to do things, although he couldn’t always tell when it was happening. The thoughts and ideas from it felt like his own—like letting his aura out, in the first place. The Changed part of him probably drove that decision.
He guessed that the same thing happened to Kitsune. The part of her mind that was Changed really wanted him—he could sense that now. It had been pushing at her ever since they’d met.
There was something else there, too, some other driving force behind her almost desperate need. It was more potent than what he sensed from Silvie… more intense—desperate instead of needy. Boyd’s initial thought was that her Change just made her lustier but then realized that this wasn’t the case.
Kitsune simply didn’t come down from arousal.
Boyd pushed at the idea, trying to learn more. Ardor didn’t fade for her, not without release. It just built and built until she found a release. In other words, if he stopped here—stopped now with just a kiss, as he’d intended—she would be left in this state until she excused herself and almost literally let off some steam.
Part of him wanted to do just that, to make this a power play. A much bigger part of him wanted to rip a hole in those thin little pants, sit her on the counter, and plow into her. He knew doing so would be playing into her hands, but it would be so much more satisfying.
Boyd chose option three, a much more satisfying power play. He started out just as he’d planned, gripping her by the waist and lifting her easily into the air—which caused her to squeal rather girlishly. He then carried her over to sit her down on one of his counters.
“C’mon, show me what you’ve got, big guy,” she purred up at him, her warm fingers stroking his neck and his back as he loomed over her.
Boyd pushed her legs apart with a smirk. She didn’t fight him, not that she wanted to… not that she could. He reached down and pinched the fabric of her pants between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
“Wait!” Kitsune cried as she realized what he was about to do.
Boyd easily tore a large hole in the crotch of her pants.
“Ughh!” she groaned. “I only have a few pairs of pants right now.”
“We’ll get you more,” Boyd rumbled as he knelt beside the counter.
He lifted her legs to his shoulders, resting her thick thighs on either side of his head. His amber gaze studied her for a moment. She must wax or use some other form of depilatory, because she was completely smooth. Her pink lips glistened, visibly displaying her excitement.
It was a very pretty pussy and Boyd rushed to get his first taste. He ran the tip of his tongue over those lips, eliciting a tremor from the woman. She tasted different from what he was used to, but in no way was it unpleasant. Once again, he submerged himself in her mind, feeling out her pleasure, seeking the method certain to please her.
“Fuck!” Kitsune jerked and twitched when his questing tongue found her clit.
He sensed what she needed from him. It was so very different from what Silvie desired. Kitsune wanted him to be much more aggressive, to press her as hard as he could and to melt her brain—if he could.
Part of it was a challenge. She had yet to find a man who could properly fuck her, or even one who gave her pleasure in just the right way. Boyd was suddenly filled with determination to change that, to be that man.
That challenge spoke to that part of him he would rather did not exist. Denying it was unhealthy, or so he’d been told. Instead, he was supposed to find healthy outlets for it.
ANs a very willing outlet was right in front of him.
Boyd could fuck her. He knew he could do it so well that she would forget about all those who’d come before him and compare any who came after him disparagingly. Of course, if he let himself do that, there would be no turning back. There would be none after him. He wouldn’t allow it.
She would be his. If he caved now, there was no way it would be just once in a week. He would be lucky to stop before they coupled a fourth time in the next few hours. Boyd would have to satisfy himself by blowing her mind with his tongue and lips, for now. He set about doing just that.
“Oh! Oh yes!”
The redhead cried out, her thighs gripping the sides of his head as he roughly swirled his tongue around her clit. He could feel the muscles in her thighs, wound tight in surprise, delight, and excitement. He wrapped his fingers over her firm hips, sliding his thumbs across those curves and holding her firmly in place. Then he set to work, his tongue pressing firmly into her flesh as he alternated between circling and flicking her click with his tongue.
Kitsune went wild under his attentions, her thighs gripping his head hard as she ground herself into his tongue.
“Fuck, yes! She said you’d be good, but… OH!” Kitsune gasped.
Her moans and the echoes of bliss in her velvet tones were music to his ears as they rose and fell with her ever-building pleasure. She was an instrument he would love nothing more than to master. After a few minutes of this, she went off like a rocket, curling forward over him.
Her fingers clutched the back of his head and dragged him into her. Her cry of pleasure was as husky as it was loud, and incredibly erotic. Boyd savored it and did everything in his power to make it last. Again, his connection to her made this almost too easy; he knew just how to move his tongue and how hard to press to draw her climax out.
“Oh! HOLY FUCK!” she blurted out after a moment as he pushed her into an immediate, second orgasm as soon as the first started to flag. He did it by carefully sliding one of his fingers—thankful that he’d ground down his claws to nubs this morning—into her clutching channel. Then, he curled his large finger in a gentle come hither motion against the sensitive nerve bundle on her front wall. Boyd worked it in and out of her a few times before easing up, drawing her back down, and letting her catch her breath.
“That is cheating!” she panted after about a minute of watching him between her legs.
Boyd chuckled as he looked up at her pale, splendid body, his gazed roaming over her pert breasts to see her watching him with those fully dilated, gorgeous green eyes.
“I’ll only use my Power for good. I promise.” He smirked. “Better? Need another round?”
“Umm…” Kitsune seemed to think about it for a moment.
Boyd could tell that she would be fine with this, or he wouldn’t have stopped in the first place. He certainly wasn’t about to call her on it if she decided to tell a little white lie, though. Boyd would happily take any excuse to hear her dulcet voice in the throes of ecstasy again.
“Um… maybe one more? I don’t really need it, but if you're offering...”
“I am.” Boyd nodded, trying and failing not to sound too eager.
Kitsune gave a soft laugh as a pleasing smile played across her lips. “Okay then, one more.” She paused before continuing. “Um… so… about your horns… is it okay to like, grab them?”
Boyd accidentally let a pleased sound escape his throat. It came out as a rumbling purr. “You are welcome to, but now that you’ve come down a bit…”
He stood and scooped the comparatively small woman up into a princess carry. She squealed again, giving him a questioning but not displeased look.
“Couch,” Boyd rumbled. “I would like to take my time this round.”
“Mmm. I won’t complain.” Kitsune leaned against him, running a hand over the hard muscles of his chest. “We can’t fuck, but you’ll eat me out?”
“Basically,” Boyd responded as he stepped into the living room.
“Can I take that to mean you want to fuck me?” she asked on their way around the end of the couch.
“Badly,” Boyd responded as he carefully deposited her on the couch, leaning her back so that her butt and hips were partially over the edge. “I never said I didn’t want to fuck you.”
“Just that you can’t.” Kitsune seemed to study him as he settled down in front of the couch. “I’m sorry I haven't been as understanding as I should have been—not nearly as understanding as you have been.”
Boyd smiled up at her. “Gotta love that post-orgasm clarity. Just keep being you, Kitsune. That’s who I want to get to know. Now, where was I?”
He didn’t give her a chance to reply as he leaned forward and parted her lower lips with his tongue. He ran his thick oral muscle up her slit in a slow, teasing manner. He’d been told that he had an excellent tongue for this, though he cheated when it came to that, as well.
Boyd had a very minor shape-changing Power. It only applied to three parts of his body and the changes were relatively simple. He could only change his tongue, his manhood, and the end of his tail. He could adjust their size, their texture, and their shape—to a limited degree. This time, he built her up slowly, writhing his tongue across her sensitive folds.
“Oh! Just… wow.” Kitsune took a shuddering breath as she watched him with smoldering emerald eyes.
He worked her clit a little more, feeling her out. She wouldn’t say this was personally to her taste, but she was enjoying it. She preferred the way the first round had been—rough, passionate, and full of need. Boyd got the impression that this was just because no one had ever focused purely on her pleasure, she’d never received pleasure without the end goal of penetration or giving oral herself.
Boyd decided then and there that he would just have to show her the possibilities.
He began focusing the minor effort of will that it took to change his tongue, lengthening it and thinning it down a little. He then began working it into her hot tunnel, slithering it back and forth.
“Oh! Wha…wh-what are you…OHHHHH!”
Whatever she’d been about to say was cut off but a low moan as his tongue reached deep within her. Then, he began to slowly thicken it while rolling it around, tapping into the Bond to seek out her most sensitive spots.
“Wha… wha-what is… AHHHH!” She gasped as he flicked it in a sharp pattern against each of her four walls.
Boyd knew he had to be a little careful, here. His tongue was just as enhanced as the rest of his musculature.
“Howwww?” she moaned.
Once he had adjusted his tongue to what he intuited was the ideal shape and size for this woman, he began working it in and out of her in a slow motion, rotating it back and forth in a spiral as he rocked back and forth on his hands and knees before the couch.
“Oh! Oh fuck. Oh… wha… what is… what are...” She started to babble as he picked up the pace. He started to rock his jaw up and down, setting an incrementally building pace but still taking his time.
Kitsune threw her head back and started gulping down ragged breaths.
Boyd made a final adjustment to his tongue, forming hardened nubs in carefully chosen locations to intensify the stimulus of her most sensitive spots.
“AH! OH!” she cried out, both hands shooting out to clutch his horns, pulling him firmly into her quim.
He made another pleased rumbling humming sound, encouraging her. Kitsune must have understood this, because she started to rock her hips while pulling on his horns to guide his motions. He didn’t need it, knowing exactly how and where to touch her from their Bond, but the physical aspect added to the experience for both of them.
Boyd sensed her will and began to increase the pace of his movements, writhing his tongue more dramatically. The build-up had been much slower this time, but he could feel an even greater, even more intense pleasure begin to bubble up within her.
“Oh… so close,” she whined when he paused. “Please Boyd, don’t play around anymore. I need it. Please, baby, let me cum.”
She ground herself against his face, pulling desperately at his horns.
He’d heard enough of her sweet cries and moans. Well, almost enough—the best part was yet to come. If he had played his cards right, and he knew he had, then Boyd would get to hear her scream.
Boyd stepped it up, rolling and thrusting his tongue in the motions he knew would bring her the most intense pleasure. He pumped his transformed tongue in and out of her slick and rapidly tightening tunnel.
“OH! Fuck yes! Oh, baby please!” Kitsune cried over and over before her voice ascended into a strangled scream.
Not accepting that, Boyd pressed the tender nerve bundle at the top of her sex more firmly, circling a hardened nub against it. Her strangled scream rose into an honest, unabashed wail of ecstasy. He held her there for a long moment as her entire body locked up before it shattered, breaking into shakes and spasms that rocked her toned form.
Kitsune ground against his lips and face, pulling him more firmly against her by his horns. She displayed an impressive flexibility as she raised her legs up and out to the side, completely coating his face in her slick cum. Another moment passed and her scream died down, becoming panting breaths as she slowly wound down from her peak.
Boyd began thinning his tongue back down and returned it to its original length, gently lapping at her trembling netherlips the entire time. Eventually, she released his horns and flopped back onto the couch.
“Oh, wow. That was… just, wow,” Kitsune panted as he gave her a few last gentle licks to remove the evidence of her copious juices.
Boyd then leaned back, turning and retrieving a few tissues from a box next to the couch to wipe his face.
“Mmm. I was not properly warned about your cunnilingual fluency. Was I imagining things, or did your tongue somehow get bigger and, like, change shape?”
“You weren't imagining things,” Boyd replied as he pulled himself up to sit next to her on the couch. “I have a minor shape-changing ability; I’m surprised Silvie didn’t tell you.”
Boyd wasn’t sure if she was a cuddler or not. Based on the way that she slid up against him, though, draping a leg over his and tugging at his wing until he wrapped it around her, she was most definitely a snuggler.
“She did say she was leaving some surprises to find on my own,” Kitsune murmured. “That was a fucking great surprise. Damn. That was just… that was crazy.”
“Glad you enjoyed it.” Boyd chuckled, wrapping her up snugly in his arm and his wing.
“Oh, I definitely did. Will you let me return the favor?” she asked, tracing a fingernail down his abs towards the waistband of his shorts.
“Kitsune…” he warned.
“Not sex.” Kitsune quickly slid over and straddled his lap to prevent him from getting up. She pinned him with her intense green eyes more than with her body. “If you’ll trust me, I’ll use my lips and tongue a little, but I want you to cum all over my face…” she ran her fingers down the side of her face, those manicured nails gliding over smooth skin. Then, she lowered her one hand down while raising the other hand up to run it over her modest but pert and well-shaped breasts, still enclosed in the tight top. “...and my tits.”
Boyd groaned in response, and she ground herself against his lap.
“Please baby,” she whined, “I need you to mark me. I’m ready to be yours. Cover me in your scent. If you won’t take me, at least do that.”
Boyd could sense something rising within her again, something related to her Change.
Chapter 34
Boyd let out a rumbling growl and raised his hands to do something he had been looking forward to doing since they’d first met. He couldn’t believe that had been less than a full day ago. It felt much longer.
He cupped Kitsune’s sweet ass and was thrilled to find it felt just as firm and round as it looked. Each cheek seemed custom designed to fit into his large hands as he cupped them and squeezed.
Kitsune seemed to approve, her fluffy, white-tipped red tail wrapped around his forearm and held him in place. Boyd used his firm grip on those wonderful globes to raise her up just enough to press his lips to hers. Their kiss was electric, desperate, and full of shared need.
