Dashing Devil Omnibus 2: Books 4-6, page 49
He stared into the amethyst windows to her soul as he went, aiming for the culmination he had been building toward since the massage began. Those purple pools locked on to his gaze as his fingers glided up to circle her rock-hard nipples once, and then twice, finishing first one breast and then the other with a short but sharp pinch.
“Ouch,” she gasped, then those shimmering purple eyes shot open along with her mouth. “WHAO-AHHHHH!” Her feet planted as her hips rocked up into the air, her womanhood seeking something that wasn’t there as a short but intense orgasm suddenly sprang to life within her.
Prior to the sharp and sudden burst of sensation, Mindy had felt extremely aroused but nowhere near a climax. The breathing technique had primed her for it, though, getting her heart rate and blood pressure up towards what it would be at the most heated portion of lovemaking, despite being relaxed by his ongoing massage.
Boyd kept gently stimulating her breasts, continuing the massage to soothe her as her hips slowly settled back down. The experience itself was less relaxing than a standard massage, the focused and intentioned breathing preventing that boneless puddle sensation that most sought from a massage. That said, when performed properly, the technique reduced the receiver into an even more contented puddle upon completion.
Boyd had performed admirably.
Of course, their strengthening Bond made it a lot easier. The instructions all called for building experience with partners also familiar with the practice who could give you feedback. Boyd didn’t have that, but the goal of such practice was to build one’s intuition, which the Bond smoothly replaced.
“Oh, you… little shit!” Mindy panted between deep breaths while she came down from the orgasm meant more for the relaxation that came after it than the exquisite sensation itself. ‘Where the fuck did you learn tantric massage? You never should have been allowed to learn such a thing. That’s far too much power for a man like you to have.’
Boyd smiled warmly down at her as he returned to gently rubbing her shoulders. “It was in the advanced materials made available after completing the master class. That was the first time… no… that was the first time since my testing that I used those techniques.”
Understanding came to him, and he continued. “Now I know why I never wanted to try them on Silvie. I’ve given her plenty of massages but never used this technique. He won’t share the memories, but I can tell it was part of what pushed her too far… I’ll promise now only to use my power for good.”
Mindy’s eyes struggled to focus on him, but then a slow languid smile slipped onto her darkly painted lips. Her pale cheeks were flushed, and her massive chest rose and fell with each steadying breath she took. She stretched, languidly, bringing her arms and hands up over her head.
He was about to warn her to take it slow when her soft fingers casually closed around his halfway stiff manhood. Boyd had avoided coming to full rigidity, but the sights and sounds had been too much to remain completely calm. Of course, as soon as her warm and oil-slicked fingers closed around his shaft, it became steel hard.
‘You can be a little naughty with it,’ she purred into his thoughts, and Boyd found himself stepping forward, his cock moving closer to her smirking face. Her amethyst eyes sparkled in delight as his breath caught in his throat. He took another shuffling step forward and she added, ‘Like this.’
She pressed a soft kiss against his glans, making him shiver at the warmth of her breath. Her hot, wet tongue flicked out, brushing him once, and then again before her soft lips closed over the tender spot. Her hands began to work his length as he stood perfectly still.
She was not using her power, but he was frozen by the woman, nonetheless.
“Kuh-he!” She giggled before her tongue snaked out again, this time running down the length of him. ‘You’ve grown, it might be a bit… thank you.’ She responded as his sizable manhood shifted, conforming for the woman in question—still on the large size, but less intimidating.
She proceeded to reward him by raising up to and pulling the head of his cock into her mouth, all while filling his head with dirty thoughts. He had a lovely little daydream of her laid out like that, head back while he slowly rocked between her lips and into her tender throat.
‘I think I would like to try that for our third round.’ She made the dirty image a dirty promise. ‘By then I’ll be set up in your head. You love staring at my tits. You love blow jobs. Combining the two should set you off quick.’
His dick spasmed between her lips—both at the idea of actually getting to perform the act, and the certainty that there would be a third round.
“Mmnhmm…” She hummed before continuing mentally. ‘Thought so. You’ll love it, so I’ll love it. But first…’
Their Bond told him what his lover craved, so he stepped away, pulling himself from between her gently sucking lips with a little pop. Her hand tried to follow him, fingers curled around his manhood as he stepped around the table to scoop her up.
“Kuh-he! Wait…” She giggled as he started to turn towards the lounge chair.
Mindy stretched in his arms, reaching out to grab the bottle of warmed oil. Boyd stared for a long moment as she stashed the bottle between her breasts and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Okay, whisk me away.” She grinned at him.
It was only a few steps for his long legs before he deposited her on the large piece of lounge furniture and crawled up over her. Setting the oil aside, she pulled him down into a kiss,
‘Yes, tonight is the night… at least four times. After this, it’s forever. We are forever.’
Boyd kissed her back, slow and full of love and passion, the way she liked. While he did, her hands wandered back down to his manhood, drawing him towards her waiting sex. His tip was welcomed by hot, dripping lips and Mindy gasped into the kiss at the contact.
She kept her fingers wrapped around his base as she guided him deeper and deeper until her fingers became a block. ‘Oh my, that massage of yours is a dangerous thing.’ She sighed into his mind as she guided him back out.
Boyd smirked into the kiss. He could do a lot more than that with his massage.
‘And now that you are using the Bond properly, you’ll know how much more to do,’ she purred and began pulling him back in, this time removing her hand and shifting it to his hips.
She was right; it was a balance. Of course, their Bond also told him Mindy could take a little more.
‘Laaater…’ Even the mental word was drawn out as he bottomed out within her. Mindy rocked her hips back up into him, trying to find just a little more room for him. ‘Oh, wow. For now, I just want you.’
He understood his love’s preference for the slow and sensual, which is why their lips remained locked together while their tongues slowly danced back and forth. He kept one hand planted to keep most of his weight off his love—leaning just enough on her to let her feel his solid presence. His other hand traced along her side, palming the curve of her waist.
Boyd slowly withdrew his length while Mindy languidly rolled her hips, adding stimulation to the leisurely movement. Once most of him was out, he reversed the motion to set an unhurried pace. Mindy liked to walk the scenic route on her climb up the proverbial mountain, taking her time and enjoying the trip.
After he thrust in and out of her a fourth time and she found a countermotion that both rolled and rocked her hips as he pushed and pulled, her hands left his hips. They fumbled around for the bottle of oil and made a mess as she poured some into her palm.
She began with his shoulders, arms, and neck. Her soft and warm hands spread the warm oil over his already smooth skin. Their lips parted for long enough for Mindy to take ragged breaths, but otherwise remained locked together.
‘You feel so good!’ Mindy purred as her hands moved to his chest. ‘So warm and hard, filling me up just right. Don’t stop… never stop.’
A big part of Boyd wished that he could continue doing this forever, but the rest of him said they had responsibilities. Both parties agreed that those responsibilities, while important, were a pain in the ass. Except for the responsibilities he had for his other loves.
‘They could join us,’ Mindy sent.
Boyd smirked into the kiss, pushing back into his love and reveling in the way she slowly ground against him. He could easily get lost in it and was certain he would—escaping those responsibilities—for now, at least. It was fine to get lost in joy and love for a time; they could face their responsibilities later.
‘Good,’ she sent him as her hands worked the oil into his abs and what she could reach of his hips. After oiling what she could of him, her arms wrapped back around his neck as they rocked and swayed together. Their oiled skin slid smoothly against each other, adding a slick heat to their every movement.
It was an agonizingly blissful way to make love: slow and deliberate, yet free and primal. Each released occasional moans or groans into the lasting kiss. Fifteen minutes or an hour later, Boyd couldn’t say which, they approached their climax together.
‘Yes, yes, yesss,’ Mindy murmured into his mind. ‘It’s coming. I’ll get to feel it again, the connection, the oneness, the belonging. Soon, so soon. Right now… please, right now… don’t want to wait any longer… oh, please… now, make it now… I can’t wait any longer.’
Her motions became sharper, quicker, and less controlled as the deluge of thoughts Boyd wasn’t sure she meant to send entered his head.
‘So embarrassing… they all heard, the whole base heard… hearing this, too… can’t help it… don’t care, it’s happening… YES!”
Boyd groaned, deep and bass, into the kiss. Both of their tongues froze together as the intense sensation hit them.
“mmmMPFFF!” Mindy’s cry built higher, creating a chorus of shared pleasure.
He leaned back, finally peeling his lips from hers so he could activate his Black Flame Vision and watch as his energy filled her. He did so out of a sense of pride mixed with curiosity.
Mindy’s energy motes were, inevitably, a shade of amethyst purple. Her lower and middle pools were about as bright as Tinker’s, but her head pool started off about as bright as Tinker’s became after her Enhancement. He also saw the black motes that made up his manhood set pretty much right against her lowest pool.
Boyd wasn’t sure if it was because of the exotic sight, seeing himself deep within his love, or a result of his nearly merged state, but the sight of himself in the Black Flame Vision did not have the discomforting effect it did before.
A black torrent of energy moats flowed directly into Mindy’s lowest pool with his first release, flooding the space and nearly overwhelming it. The second jet succeeded where the first had failed, the black motes flooding up her paths to the center pool. A third surge pushed those black motes into the brightest pool in her head.
Boyd peered closer, trying to understand how his Power worked.
The black motes sought out her amethyst motes, attaching to them and then being absorbed. Each now fat purple mote sprouted a second purple mote that broke off, then a third, and a fourth.
Silvie thought it looked like Boyd’s energy got Mindy’s energy pregnant.
He had entered that state of oneness with Mindy and his other lovers, and they watched together. Tinker thought it more closely resembled the division of cells, but with electrons, instead. Raev pointed out that there were a lot of dividing cells involved in the initial stages of pregnancy. Mindy simply reveled in the bliss and noted they could think about such things later.
Boyd agreed and, through luck or the subconscious use of his Power, the state ended and he was just Boyd again. He glanced down to confirm that Mindy’s pools all burned a little brighter, but the one in her head was nearly twice as bright. Her eyes remained the only notably changed portion of her anatomy, though they glowed brighter in his strange way of viewing the world.
He blinked it away so he could look into his love’s eyes properly. Her amazing eyes were filled with so much love and attachment that they once would have terrified him. Now, their fire warmed his soul as he began to slowly rock his hips back into her, eager to make it permanent.
Chapter 50
Boyd ended up sleeping in a bit the next day, waking less than an hour before his gathered loves. The reason he was relatively slow to rise, was that Mindy had kept him in the baths well into the night as they tried out the various features of this water playground and lounged around in areas designed for the purpose of relaxing between rounds of making love.
They had years to catch up on, after all.
And catch up, they did. Mindy luxuriated in each strengthening of the bond, and they both broke down and simply held each other when she was welcomed after the fourth time in half-as-many hours as a full Devoted by Boyd’s other loves.
Mindy was comfortable sharing his bed with the others, so they returned to the ‘medium-sized’ bedroom to find Silvie and Raev curled up together, contentedly sleeping under the kitsune’s tails. His raven-haired love had been exhausted, all energy completely and well spent over the course of their date and fell right asleep after being welcomed to the family, curling into Boyd’s right side. Raev had burrowed into his left side, while Silvie had clung to his chest.
She’d sleepily trailed kisses down his chest and abs, obviously intent on renewing her Bond, but had fallen asleep between his legs, with her head on his thigh. Checking his bonds with his silver and redheaded loves, Boyd found they’d more than sated themselves with each other in his absence. As he drifted off to a contented sleep, Boyd and his Gestalt found it almost funny to be surrounded by three exhausted women.
When he awoke the next morning, Mindy hadn’t moved an inch. She was still curled into his right shoulder, using his arm as a boob pillow to separate and support her breasts. Silvie and Raev had somehow changed places. Silvie had rolled out from between his legs and had the small of her back pressed into his hip, her head pillowed on the forearm he’d unconsciously reached down to hold her with. Raev was now draped over him, arm splayed across his form to hold his right shoulder with a warm thigh draped over his groin, pressing into his crotch.
Thinking about that warmth had woken his Gestalt, who had been dozing in his room as Boyd slowly came awake. Surrounded on all sides by sleeping beauties, Boyd decided to stay like that until breakfast. Most mornings he slipped out of bed, but today he simply lived in the moment.
When Raev began to stir, Boyd’s Gestalt surged forward, requesting the wheel. His foxy love’s little twitches as she stirred had stirred something within him that his Gestalt planned to act on. Boyd was of the same mind, he would have to wake his foxy love to get up anyway, after all. It was likely why his Gestalt was polite about it, and also why Boyd found it easy to fall back into the other part of him the way he had the day before.
Careful not to jostle Silvie, and unable to move his right arm, Boyd stroked the tips of Raev’s twitching ears with his free hand. When she lifted a sleepy head, Boyd saw recognition in those emerald eyes. The wicked grin he got when Boyd twitched beneath her as he held a finger to his lips told him she was more than game. Given that Mindy, in her silk chemise and thong, was the only one wearing clothes, it didn’t take much for Raev to shimmy her hips around until she could slowly sink down onto him.
Mindful of the two women still sleeping beside them, Boyd and Raev moved even more slowly than he had with Mindy the night before. Unable to thrust with his hips, Boyd changed his shape and size to imitate a thrusting motion within her sweet walls. That, as much as how Raev ground her mound against him in exquisitely slow circles, eventually brought her long, slow climb up the peak to completion.
At the last second, Raev grabbed his hand and bit down on the meaty side of his thumb to stifle her cries. The brief spike of pain amidst the pleasure tipped Boyd over the edge and they held each other as each came down from their mutual orgasm.
“Fuck… that was… just… fuck!” Raev muttered as she panted softy in Boyd’s arms after growing an additional tail, her fluffy appendages climbing to five.
Somehow Silvie hadn’t stirred at all. Boyd thought that he’d have to tease her a bit about it at breakfast. That was when he learned that, although Mindy had not moved, she was awake.
‘Of course I’m awake, you little shit. That was… well, experiencing the last few minutes of it from Raev’s perspective…’
Boyd didn’t realize it was possible to communicate a shudder telepathically, but the sensation she sent him was an experience itself.
‘If I wasn’t so sore, I’d suggest we try that one position again you enjoyed so much last night in your shower. But I’m afraid I’ll need a day or two to recover before trying that again… maybe I’ll tell Silvie about it.’
Boyd was suddenly eager for a much-needed shower.
“Kuh-he!” Mindy breathed as she pushed away from Boyd, rolling over. “Be careful not to slip this time… you almost dropped me last night,” she said as she snuggled into a pillow.
“Dropped who?” Silvie asked, blinking slowly as she looked back over her shoulder at Boyd and then at Mindy. Boyd wasn’t included in their obvious girl-talk, but he could well imagine what Mindy said to Silvie when her light-blue, silver-flecked eyes went wide and a lecherous grin split her lips.
Instead of climbing out of bed, Silvie simply pushed off the sheets and levitated straight upwards, pulling Boyd into her arms as she did so. Given he was nearly four hundred pounds and seven and a half feet of muscular Demon, this was no small feat. Looking down as they hovered near the vaulted ceiling for a moment, he watched as Raev blew them a kiss before scooting over to hug Mindy’s rich curves.
If Mindy had told Silvie what he thought she had, Boyd didn’t regret being weaker than his love as she flew them both into the bathroom.
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Coming out of the shower half an hour later drying his hair, Boyd caught sight of five fluffy tails wrapped around Mindy’s waist and legs. He wondered how long the ‘it’s just one of those things, ha-ha,’ line would hold up with the civilians and members of the Authority who weren’t in the know about what was really going on. Raev’s new tail wasn’t the only noticeable change. Silvie’s hair grew a few more inches, her metallic locks now fell to the top of her shapely thighs when she floated in the air.
