Silvie had asked him to let go, though. He just hoped she didn’t come to regret it. Carefully leaving her mental facilities unchanged, he reached down their Bond with his Mental Domination and shuts down her motor control, leaving her the ability to speak, but little other voluntary action.

  She gasped, “Ah, what did you…”

  Boyd interrupted her by bending forward and kissing her, hard, with a kiss filled with passion. While he did so, he repositioned her arms above her head and pinned them there with one hand.

  After breaking the kiss Silvie panted “I… I can’t fight back.”

  Boyd watched the Bond carefully, making sure she wasn’t frightened. There was a little fear, but close to what he’d sensed in her while watching a suspenseful movie.

  “We aren't fighting,” Boyd rumbled into her neck, nibbling on her tender skin and letting her feel his slightly enlarged canines.

  He began to thrust in and out of her more firmly. His other hand went to her hip to guide and rock her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts. “I’m taking what’s mine,” he growled. “You’ve given yourself to me, remember?”

  Silvie gasped as her slick walls clenched his length at his words. “R-right. I can’t move tho-ah-though.”

  “Mhmm,” Boyd purred. “You broke the chains, so I made it so you can’t move. Now you really are at my mercy.”

  “Wa-wait!” A flicker of real panic shot through Silvie’s mind. “My Power! Yellow! I can’t!” The panic began to grow as she tried to use her Power again and failed.

  “Shhh… shhh…” Boyd paused mid-thrust to stroke her cheek with gentle fingers. He felt out her mind, using the tethers his Mental Domination had placed, in combination with their Bond. “Try again, so I can see.”

  A moment later, the panic spiked again and Silvie whined, “It still didn’t work.”

  It did for Boyd’s purposes. He adjusted the tethers and freed up the parts of her mind that controlled her Power. He noted that they were the same points their already established Bond connected to. That was something interesting to look into… at a more opportune time.

  “It’s okay. Try one more time.”

  Just like that, Boyd found himself lifting from the bed as Silvie raised under him. She dropped back down a moment later, already feeling much calmer. Boyd made a note that she was not ready to surrender control of her Power.

  “That’s better. Sorry, Darling.”

  He kissed her slowly and gently before replying. “Nothing to be sorry for, dear. Thank you for using your stoplight colors.”

  “Oh, right.” Silvie nodded and took a steadying breath, before smirking cutely, “Green light.”

  “Good, my love,” he whispered before leaning in and growling into her ear, “If you use your Power again, though, I’ll have to take it away.”

  Silvie whined and her heart rate sped back up, a touch of real fear in her mind. Boyd took the opportunity to thrust firmly into her, spearing her to her core. He withdrew until he nearly slipped out and did so again. Her pleasure washed over the fear and transformed it into excitement.

  Pleased, Boyd brought his tail back into play. This time, a double wrap replaced his hand on her wrists, coiling tightly around them and pulling them up higher to stretch her out under him. His seven-foot-long, mostly inch-thick, limber tail was well suited for the purpose.

  His now-freed hand slipped under his lover to support the middle of her back. Combined with the hand still on her hip, which he used to grip and control her, his three appendages lifted her from the bed as he rose to his knees. His wings extend behind him and partially unfurled, providing a counterbalance that made the upright position simple to maintain.

  Silvie cried out in surprise and then moaned in pleasure as he made good use of the new position to drive into her like a piston. “Oh! Oh, fuck!” Her already bell-like voice climbed a couple of octaves as she was overwhelmed by the sensations.

  Boyd realized that he was growling as he thrust in and out while moving his lover in counterpoint. Their thighs clapped together loudly as her channel clutched at him. The wet friction was intense, and he felt his release finally approaching. Silvie’s long silver hair swished back and forth against the black silk sheets she’d put on his bed.

  The ferocity of his fucking increased as he approached his peak. He could feel Silvie nearing her precipice again as well. She was a little ahead of him, so he used his Power once more—just as she was about to tilt over into release, he held her body right on the edge.

  Silvie let out an unintelligible moan as she realized what he’d done. Shutting down her voluntary movements did not include the way her legs swung up from where they were hanging to clutch at his hips. Or the way the muscles in her long legs, tight stomach, and lean arms trembled as she teetered on the precipice of release.

  The fact that it could be an involuntary reaction only caused Boyd to swell further within her. Silvie groaned in response as she squeezed his waist with her strong thighs. She squeezed him hard enough to hurt a bit, but little could stop him, now.

  Her womanhood trembled, squeezing and clutching at his now thickened rod as it plunged in and out of her depths. It was her cries that finally did it for Boyd, though—so desperate and needy.

  “Please Boyd! Fill me up, Dar-Darling!!” The words combined with the indescribable pleasure of fucking his love this way washed through him.

  Boyd was surprised by how intense the activation of his Power was this time. It always reached into his partner at the moment of his release, but after the fourth time, it became less noticeable. The best description he had come up with, was adding a couple of cups of hot water to a boiling pot to replace what had evaporated versus filling the pot the first time.

  Instinct told him when his Power reached its tendrils into her mind to make further changes. He almost panicked but relaxed a little as the parts his Power touched were the ones he’d learned were related to her Power. It helped that Silvie was obviously in the opposite of distress, quivering in ecstasy. She screamed it out, a primal shriek of pleasure that filled his ears and drove him further into his powerful release. The pleasure made it difficult to focus or consider the implications of the changes his Power was making to his already Enhanced lover.

  That is, right up until a brief flash of silver light shone behind and then through Silvie’s blindfold. Two bars of silver energy jumped from her eyes to the ceiling above with a hiss that left smoking holes in the blindfold an instant later after the bars of light disappear.

  Boyd gasped as something very hot landed on his partially unfurled left wing. It was not quite enough to burn his resilient skin, but it was enough to sting badly. Flicking his wing out on instinct caused little beads of molten metal to splatter across the carpeted floor of his room. They created little patches of quickly quenched fire as they burned the everything-resistant fibers.

  He looked up at the ceiling to see two holes roughly six inches deep and a quarter inch wide had been drilled into the armored plating that surrounded their suite. The surrounding metal still glowed a faint orange from the thermal transfer.

  Turning back to Silvie with wide eyes, he found her looking back up at him. Her silver-flecked light blue orbs were just as wide as his own amber orbs, but they also glowed with a faint internal light.

  “Huh,” Boyd grunted as the next wave of his orgasm hit him, not having a better response. A moment later he was dragged down into their Bond, and he was Silvie while Silvie was him. It had been a long time since they’d dived this deep. It seemed to happen the first few times, but had faded into a less intense version after a while.

  Boyd couldn’t control it and wasn’t sure why it was happening. Neither was Silvie, although she suspected it was related to his having formed a Bond with Kitsune, their little vixen. He could tell, because he was her, just like he could tell she had taken possession of Kitsune in her mind the same way she did with Boyd.

  Kitsune certainly didn’t mind, she was excited by the dominant side of Silvie and had been impatiently waiting to meet her. Boyd could tell, because Kitsune was right there with them. Boyd was Silvie, Silvie was Kitsune, Kitsune was Boyd. They were each individuals, but they were also one.

  Together, they watch as energy flowed into Silvie from Boyd, cementing and empowering the changes his Power had made in her. Most of it was spent in the process of altering Silvie’s mind, however some flowed into her eyes on pathways similar to blood vessels—but which weren’t blood vessels.

  When it was done, a small amount of the strange energy was left. Boyd felt as it flowed back down the Bond, through the point of connection between him and Silviea, to rejoins a pool of similar energy in his lower abdomen. The last thing he observed was that the pool of energy inside of Boyd swelled just a little before the intense Bond broke and he was just Boyd again.

  Boyd tried to feel for the energy within himself, but only seemed to be able to sense it when in that heightened, Bonded state. Perhaps that was because he’d used Silvie’s senses to do it while he was her. She had described the way she could see the energy she manipulated in the air around her and the way it ran through solids and liquids. The energy he was sensing didn’t match her description, though.

  Silvie lay underneath him, panting. His tail had loosened from her wrists, and she reached up to gently hold his face. Boyd blinked his eyes open and found that she had lifted her now ruined blindfold from her face, her big silver-flecked aquamarine eyes glowing with internal light as she stared up at him.

  A languid smile split her full lips and she purred, “I love you.”

  Boyd smiled back, “I love you, too.”

  “Mhmm,” she purred. “And we love our Kitsune.” There was a slight inflection, making the statement almost a question, but one she knew the answer to.

  “Yes,” Boyd rumbled his agreement, “we love our Kitsune.”

  “Good. Hmm, we’ll talk about what happened later. For now, you need to call Kitsune in here and affirm that for her… we’ll do it together.” Silver stretched out, displaying every muscle in her superb form, much to Boyd’s delight.

  “Call Kitsune,” Boyd called out to the suite’s AI, unwilling either to leave the bed or to postpone his other lover's arrival any longer than necessary.

  Instead of answering the call, the door slid open and Kitsune stepped inside, her tails more fluffed than he had ever seen them and lashing the air behind her. Silver slipped out from under him and darted through the air to Kitsune, now wearing only a pair of sheer-backed baby green crotchless panties that matched the sheer green robe that hung from her shoulders.

  Boyd decided those would have to go as soon as Silvie reached Kitsune—who watched her approach silently before meeting her with a deep kiss. Silvie turned them to the side and angled the kiss to allow Boyd to witness it in all of its majesty. Silvie effortlessly took control of his fiery lover, continuing the kiss as she guided her slowly towards the bed.

  Kitsune was the taller woman, but Silvie’s disregard for gravity made it a moot point. Kitsune was the one to lean back as Silver floated a foot above the ground, leaning over her. As they came over to the bed, Silver smoothly stripped the emerald slip of sheer fabric from Kitsune’s shoulders and let it drop to the ground, abandoned.

  Boyd didn’t even realize he had moved, but found himself sitting at the foot of the bed, watching with anticipation as his lovers crossed the suddenly too-large room. They kissed each other while running their fingers over every inch of skin and every supple curve they could reach. Silvie’s movements were smooth and controlled—half of them being used to guide the much more frantic explorations of Kitsune’s hands.

  As Boyd impatiently waited, he wondered if he had been a fool this whole time. Silvie’s treatment of Kitsune made him realize how much she had been eagerly awaiting this opportunity. He sensed her excitement to touch and be touched by another woman. He’d always taken her offer of a threesome as a bribe, and never fully believed it was something she wanted—even after being made aware of her relationship with Hopewing.

  He could also tell she wanted more. Not just Hopewing, either. More, many more, and she wanted to share them all with him. Boyd chose just to enjoy the moment, and maybe… just maybe… allowed himself to be open to the idea.

  Chapter 24

  Boyd faced off against his opponent. At age eight, it was hard to tell that she was a girl, except that they let girls keep their hair a bit longer. Her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair fell in a straight sheet, a dark gray headband holding it out of her face. She peered at him, large aquamarine eyes slightly narrowed in her attempt at a ‘mean look’—something they’d been practicing in class.

  The eight-year-old girl was just downright adorable, though. It wouldn’t be threatening at all, if she wasn’t floating ten feet off the ground. One of her arms was held out to stabilize herself while the other was pointed at Boyd. She hadn’t mastered hovering yet, but she was getting there. She only wobbled a little as she prepared to shoot one of her balls of light at him.

  Those things hurt, but Boyd had gotten pretty good at dodging them. She was also wearing a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt half-a-size too big for her, with matching running shoes. Boyd was in a similar outfit, just bigger, and without the hair band. His buzzed black hair didn’t require one.

  He’d always been bigger than the other kids his age. That was part of why this was his fourth consecutive match. It was Friday, so it was knockout tournament day.

  Before lunch, they’d gathered around the fighting ring and the first two contestants were selected at random. From there, the winner faced the next randomly selected opponent. This would go on for another two hours, with the one in the ring at the end getting an extra dessert with lunch.

  Boyd was riding a victory rush. For once, he hadn’t been picked until towards the end; if he won this bout, there would probably only be time for one more. He’d knocked out two of the boys on the upper end of their age bracket and pushed a girl out of the ring who was a year older than him.

  Stacey got mad at him when he beat up the girls. Except her. She was tough enough, so he could beat her up—which was what he planned to do right now. He was in the new ready stance that he’d just learned.

  “You should just give up, Stacey,” he called out. “You know I’m going to win. I’m like two of you,” Boyd taunted his friend and opponent. It caused a wave of jeering laughter to come from the male half of the fifty or so children gathered around the ring.

  “Shut up, Boyd. I’ll beat you this time!” Stacey shot back, scowling at him. “I’ve got the new maya wave I’ve been working on.”

  Boyd just scoffed and shift his stance a little, preparing to dart away at an angle to shave some distance off between them. She was only allowed to fly twenty feet off the ground, and Boyd could jump that high. He couldn’t both jump that high and close the five-yard distance between them at the same time, though—not without leaving himself wide open to those dang silver balls of hers. A couple of those could blast him right out of the ring if she caught him mid-leap.

  That maya wave of hers was something she’d picked up from the animated view screen show they’d let them watch in Old Earth culture class. It was about a boy not much older than them who must have been a Changed because he had a monkey tail. Poor guy. He had this beam attack where he said a line and did a little dance before shooting it out of both his hands. They only saw it the one time, and Stacey only remembered part of the line and the dance, but she insisted it made her silver balls hit harder. The tests said they didn’t but that hadn’t stopped her.

  They watched each other for a long moment, neither wanting to make the first move. It was a complicated situation. Politics were at play. They shared their desserts, so neither of them stood to lose anything—except pride.

  Stacey was the fresher of the two. Boyd was doing fine, but it would be safer to send her on to face a second opponent instead of having him face a fifth opponent. That said, Boyd hadn’t lost to Stacey yet—and he didn’t plan to start doing so now. A fight during this tournament wouldn’t go on their record or anything, but they both would know. Boyd used the time to prepare his Mental Domination ability, setting a tether he would use later.

  “Fight already!” an older boy called out from the crowd, which caused Stacey to glance his way with a scowl.

  Boyd acted in her moment of distraction, dashing forward at an angle. Stacey reacted quickly, head snapping towards him and launching her first silver ball at him. She tried to lead him, so he changed course, turning left and heading straight at her for a second before she sent another ball flying at him. He rolled under this one. As he did, he grabbed all his confidence, his certainty of victory, and shoved it into Stacey’s mind using his Mental Domination.

  As he got his feet under him, Boyd leaped into the air from a crouch, putting his A-ranked strength to use. His aim was true, and he sailed into the air on an arching path that would lead him right to her. Instead of dodging and hitting him in the back, though, Stacey stood her ground—well, she floated in her air.

  The now overconfident Stacey did her silly maya wave dance and launched a slightly larger silver ball right at his face. Boyd pulled his Black Flame to his right hand and slashed through the ball before it reached him, dispersing it. It was too late for Stacey to do anything but stare in shock as he tucked his legs in preparation for what came next. Not only was Boyd bigger than the kids his age, but he was also a lot heavier.

  Well, the scientists said he was denser, but he didn’t get the difference. So, when he latched on to her shoulders with his strong hands, he pulled himself up and then stomped down on her chest with both legs. Stacey was the one who went flying, despite having Powered flight.

  She hit the ground hard, shattering the light gray slabs of concrete that made up the fighting ring's floor. A cloud of dust obscured her from him as Boyd performed a backflip, having used Stacy’s body to change his momentum, before landing in a crouch.

  He watched the dust carefully. That shouldn’t have been enough to knock Stacey out. “Ouch, ouch, ouch,” he heard her voice squeak out of the cloud of dust a moment later.

 

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