Dashing Devil Omnibus 1: Books 1-3, page 59
“No fair! I was gonna dodge, but you used that mind trick on me!”
“So?” Boyd snarked before charging toward the sound of her voice. If he could catch her off guard, he could push her out of the ring. It would make her mad, but he would be fresher for the last fight.
He made it a foot into the dust cloud when a tiny fist caught him in the solar plexus, winding him and sending him stumbling back out of the dust and almost out of bounds. He caught himself and wheezes as he regained his feet.
“So? No fair!” Stacey yelled as she flew out of the cloud right at him.
As she came, she threw another silver ball at him. Boyd was still winded and didn’t feel fast enough to dodge, so he pulled his Black Flame back to his hand and backhanded it out of the air while prepping his left hand for a jab to disrupt Stacey’s charge.
She caught him with a right cross on the shoulder, aim messed up by her less than stable flight. Boyd rolled his shoulder with the blow as he turned his left jab in a cross aimed at her ribs. It landed with a sickening crack that felt different from the other times he’d punched his friend.
More crunchy.
Instead of being sent flying out of the ring, she crumpled around his fist with a gasp and whine of pain that told him something was very wrong. It was only then that he noticed the Black Flame around his left hand.
Stacey collapsed but Boyd caught her, lowering her carefully to the ground. Her ribs on her right side had a dent in them, and her eyes were wide with fear.
“Stacey?” Boyd asked, just as afraid.
She opened her mouth to say something, but coughed weakly instead. Red speckles flew out of her mouth and stained her lips and her chin.
“Stacey?!” Boyd asked again, now truly panicking.
He’d never brought the Black Flame to his left hand before, he didn’t even know he could. Now Stacey was hurt because he’d misused his Power. That made him no better than a Powered Criminal. He’d slipped up before, but nothing ever this bad.
Fearful tears filled his eyes but did not fall as he looked up at the kids gathered to watch and their two Mentors. “Help! Hope! She’s hurt! Heal her!” He called out in a most unheroic manner, his voice nearly shrill.
He’d be embarrassed about it later. Right now, Stacey needed to be healed.
A small blond girl a year younger than him and Stacey began to rise. She was a strong healer, an S-ranked. She and Stacey were friends, but she never talked around Boyd, so he didn’t know her that well. Scanning the group of kids sitting on the floor outside the fighting ring under a protective but invisible force field, he found her and met her deep blue eyes with his own brown orbs, seeing his terror reflected in them.
One of the Mentors stepped up next to Hope as she rose and pushed her back down by the shoulder. Victory Seeker was their harshest Mentor, but also the most acclaimed. This was the guy they were going to send if Omega Ray ever showed back up.
He’d never seemed to like Boyd. But that didn’t stopped Boyd from respecting and valuing his teachings. He had saved the world dozens of times over, so all the kids respected him.
Currently, he wore the royal blue sweatpants that Mentors wore for physical activities. He was classically handsome, but getting up there in years. Gray streaked his perfect, shiny black hair. Wrinkles could be seen on the outsides of his piercing green eyes.
“The fight isn’t over, your opponent is still conscious.” He said, his boisterous voice sounding bored.
“But she’s hurt.” Boyd was shocked. The fights always ended if someone got hurt. If the injury had been avoidable, the winner was disqualified, and two random opponents were selected to continue.
“If she were a Powered Criminal, she’d still be a threat. Knock her out or wait for her to pass out before you call for medical attention,” Victory Seeker replied, still sounding bored.
“I’ll just…” Boyd wasn’t sure what he would do. Knock Stacey out? But she was hurt already. “I forfeit!” he shouted.
“Fine. She won’t receive healing, then, until she is unconscious. You have to learn your lesson.” Victory Seeker’s expression was smug, almost like he was enjoying himself.
Boyd knew that couldn’t be right though. This was Boyd’s personal Hero telling him to knock his friend out before she could be healed.
“I’ll… I’ll drag her out of bounds!” Stacey coughed again, more specks of blood splattering across her chin and Boyd’s chest as he supported her.
“Go ahead. She still won’t be healed.” Victory Seeker checked the moderately sized handheld view screen he had tucked under his arm. “Hurry this along, you’re wasting time.”
Boyd gaped at the indifference of his Mentor and Hero. Stacey was hurt! And he wanted Boyd to hurt her some more? That wasn’t heroic.
He looked down into Stacey’s face. Her agonized and terrified expression almost made him break into real, honest tears. She was starting to shiver in his arms, which Boyd recognized as a sign of her going into shock. Boyd didn’t have a choice. If he wanted her to be healed, he had to knock her out.
He carefully laid her down and then pressed his hands to her throat. Compressing both of her carotid arteries was the safest and quickest way he knew to knock her out. As he began to press against her neck, he whispered, “I’m so sorry,” over and over again.
She clutched his wrists weakly, trying to pull them away but with none of the strength she normally had. Boyd hoped the others hadn’t heard him, and that they couldn’t see the single tear that fell from his cheek. Twenty seconds later, Stacey went limp, and he pulled his hands back, still kneeling next to her.
“There, she’s knocked out! Hope! Please!” he barely manages to avoid sobbing.
“Go.” He heard Victory Seeker grunt.
Hope knelt on Stacey’s other side a moment later, pressing her hands to either side of Stacey’s crushed ribs as they glowed with gold energy. Within five seconds, Stacey’s ribs returned to their normal shape, and she took a deep, gasping breath. She didn’t open her eyes, though, so he glanced up at Hope, who kept her eyes down as she pulled her hands back and folded them over her legs.
“She will be okay,” Hope said in a near whisper and smiled weakly at him with her eyes still lowered. It was the most words she had said to him at once.
Relief flooded through Boyd.
“Thank you,” he said with a grin, wiping the sweat away from his eyes. At least he would tell everyone it was sweat.
Victory Seeker stepped up next to him, and Boyd looked up at him with a weaker smile. “I’m sorry…” Boyd started to apologize for his unheroic display when Victory Seeker’s arm blurred, the back of his open hand slamming into Boyd’s cheek with S-ranked strength behind it.
Boyd was sent flying until he bounced off the reinforced walls around the fighting ring, crumpling to the ground in a heap. His vision spun and everything was off kilter, but he’d had broken jaws often enough to recognize the pain. His mouth filled with a coppery taste, and there were a few hard bits in the flood of liquid, so he spit them out. He counted three of his teeth in the pool of blood he’d spit onto the ground in front of his face. At least they grew back.
“Next time, don’t hesitate. A wounded Powered Criminal is more dangerous than any other. Always ensure unconsciousness before calling for medical assistance,” Victory Seeker said in his firm instructor’s voice as Boyd collected himself and sat up. “The slap was for the tears. You’ll go without lunch for the hesitation.”
Boyd nodded mutely.
“Since time is up and there isn’t a contestant left in the ring because you forfeited, no one gets an extra dessert. Because you cost your peers a chance at a reward, you’ll also go without dinner. Because you mishandled your Power and seriously wounded a peer,” Victory Seeker snapped, “you’ll go without meals tomorrow, too. I hope you had a big breakfast. You won’t eat again until breakfast on Sunday. Since you won’t be having lunch anyway, you won’t receive healing and you can stay behind and clean up the blood. Everyone else is dismissed for lunch.”
Victory Seeker then turned and left with their other Mentor. The rest of the kids mingled around for a moment. Stacey was sitting up with Hope’s help. When her eyes found his he could see betrayal in them, which hurt more than the slap from the S-ranked Mentor ever could.
She looked away quickly, Hope helping her up and leaving with her. He heard one of the boys— Stephen, who was a frequent rival—jeer, “This is what happens when you let someone with a Criminal Power into the Hero program. He’s going to kill one of us someday.”
“Nah. Not Boyd. He’s cool,” another boy replied. “You’re just mad because he beat you.”
“He almost killed Stacey, and she is his best friend! What makes you think he…”
The crowd moved out of his hearing before Stephen finished his retort. Boyd hung his head in shame, fighting the tears that burned for release…
Chapter 25
Boyd woke up in bed, Silvie’s delicate fingers felt cool on his cheek as she gently stroked his face. She lay facing him, her legs pressed against his as she bent back to look into his face. Her silver hair almost glowed in the dim illumination of the room's ready lights over their door. The silver in her aquamarine eyes actually did glow, creating a mesmerizing effect.
“Another bad dream?” Silvie asked in a whisper, trying not to wake Kitsune who slept on her other side, white-tipped fox tails pressing into Silvie’s back.
Boyd’s wing was draped over them both and Kitsune was snuggled up in it, clutching the bone along the top like the lip of a blanket. The bone there was odd, bending easily in one direction but stiff in the others. It made an excellent blanket.
The day in his dream, when he had hurt Stacey so badly, had actually gotten better. Hope, now Hopewing, had explained everything to Silvie over lunch. She came up to him later and told him she knew it was an accident; she’d even poked fun at his concern for her. They were back to normal by the end of their next class. It had still been a memorable lesson for Boyd to learn about the danger of misusing his Power.
Boyd grunted and nodded in reply. Silvie hushed him, making soothing noises as she rose to pull his face into her bare chest. She’d figured out how to make the position comfortable while accounting for his horns long ago. Even back during Boyd’s testing, she’d insisted on a cuddle session lasting at least one hour after each trial coupling.
She stroked his hair while continuing to soothe him with gentle, wordless sounds. She knew he didn’t like to answer questions about his nightmares, but he had told her all his recurring dreams over the past six months. That one included.
Thankfully, she didn’t make any amateur attempts at psychoanalyzing him. Instead, she just listened and supplied comfort. It didn’t take long for him to fall back into a deep sleep under her care.
Boyd woke again with a long groan of pleasure as something very nice happened under the covers a few hours later. Wet warmth surrounded his manhood in a heavenly sensation. He blinked his eyes open and lifted his head to see what was going on. Unfortunately, a black sheet covered him starting just below his chest. The three fluffy, white-tipped tails sticking out the far end of the sheets revealed who was pleasuring him. A pair of triangles that resembled ears that twitched against the sheet was another clue.
“Good morning,” Boyd rumbled, sleepily looking around for Silvie. His disappointment at not finding her was short-lived. Kitsune swallowed him, sending shivers up his spine, before slowly pulling off.
She pulled the sheet down around her shoulders and raised her head just enough so her sweet lips sat barely an inch away from the head of his cock. He had noted it in the past, but his cock adjusted its size for whoever he was with, even in his sleep. It was just a smidge smaller than normal at the moment—likely pushing what she could comfortably take in her mouth.
Kitsune’s emerald eyes peered at him and one of her eyebrows arched. “Good morning… what?” she purred. Her breath teased Boyd’s tip, which was still damp with Kitsune’s saliva. It caused him to shudder.
“Good morning Raev… my little vixen… my love,” Boyd used both her new name and all of his current terms of endearment for Kitsune just to be safe.
During one of the breaks between bouts of very vigorous sex last night, Silvie had helped Kitsune choose her new name. Silvie had noticed that it was important to their fiery lover while the three had been one the night before. She had made it her mission to find the perfect name. The intensely deep version of the Bond hadn’t happened again, but all three of them held on to a few key facts about the others that deepened their relationships.
Boyd was involved in the decision-making process, but it was Silvie’s search of Old Earth languages that found the winner for Raev’s new personal name. The ‘A’ and the ‘E’ should have overlapped, but they’d all agreed they liked the simpler Raev better. It was easier to pronounce and to type.
Boyd’s understanding was that it meant either a fox, meaning the animal, a sly person, or was slang for ass, depending on which language it came from. Silvie explained how the last was slightly derogatory, but they would rebrand its use in honor of Kitsune’s amazing ass. Kitsune loved it instantly, and Boyd liked it better than anything else they’d tried. It fit her without being too obvious.
“Better,” Raev purred again, pressing her supple lips to the sensitive glans just below the head of his cock in a slow kiss. “Was looking for Raev, although I’ll give you ‘my little vixen’, considering...” She followed the words by flicking her tongue out and over the same glans, eliciting a groan from Boyd.
“It’s eight twenty.” Lick. “You have somewhere to be in just over two hours.” Kiss. “Let me take care of this real quick.” Suckle. “So you can start your day right.” Lick. “Oh, and Silvie is taking care of breakfast.” Sucking kiss. “She wants to talk about her new Enhancement.”
Boyd groaned as she took his cock into her mouth and suckled on it, rubbing her tongue against the glans she had been focusing on. After a moment, she came off him with a pop and a slurp. “Have to make this quick or Silvie will get mad. Fantasize for me, big guy, last night should have given you plenty to work with.”
Boyd let his head flop back as Kitsune worked him over. He reached down with one hand to gently rub and tug at her ears, something he’d learned drove her wild the night before. She wasn’t wrong about the fantasy material the night had provided, either. He let his mind wander back through the events.
Silvie had gotten things started by pulling Kitsune up onto their bed, crawling on her knees with her tails up to provide a counterbalance. Silver then guided Kitsune’s head down between her legs and told her she had a present for her to enjoy. Kitsune was more than happy to lap at Silvie’s sex, still filled with Boyd’s cum. Silvie then guided Boyd behind Kitsune but told him not to make her cum until she said so.
Boyd hadn’t been sure how he felt about the clear game of dominance happening between Silvie and Kitsune. Kitsune seemed into it, though, so he played along until it became clear that Kitsune was more than into it—she loved it.
Boyd thrust into Kitsune from behind at a measured pace while gripping the base of her two outer tails for a good fifteen minutes before he was told to make her cum. Silvie spent the time guiding Kitsune into bringing her to one orgasm and close to a second.
The three came together a few minutes later. Boyd filled Raev while she cried into Silvie’s sex. Silvie shivered and shook while carefully clutching her red-haired lover’s head with powerful thighs. From there, the two women had teamed up to put Boyd on his back where they took turns riding his tongue and his cock. That had gone on for a while—until Boyd got a little adventurous.
The last time Kitsune was riding his manhood, he’d shaped the end of his tail into a distinctly phallic shape and presented it between the women. Silvie was more familiar with the gesture and pulled it to herself, kissing and licking it like it was his dick. As it wasn’t much less sensitive, Boyd often enjoyed using it as such. She then drew Kitsune forward and began to share it between them, kissing each other around it as much as the kissed his sensitive tail.
Once it was sufficiently lubricated by his lover’s shared saliva, he pulled it away and narrowed it down just a little more. Then he guided it around and pressed it against Kitsune’s tight anus.
“Oh!” she gasped above him, “I didn’t even consider that. One-man double penetration! Do it, big guy.” So Boyd had pressed it slowly inside of her.
Saliva wasn’t an ideal lubricant, but with his control of the appendage, he was able to press into her with ease without her having to slow her pace on his manhood.
“You’ve forgotten his tongue, little vixen. Our Darling can be a one-man gangbang.” Silvie replied before Kitsune groaned in pleasure as he slowly expanded his tail inside of her, making it throb instead of thrusting it in and out to account for the lack of proper lubricant. He timed the pulses with each of her bounces, filling her ass each time she rose off his cock.
The memory of the way Raev had exploded against him the first time was enough to get him close to the edge as Raev swallowed him completely. The memory of their next position, during which Silvie took her first break, was what pushed him over it.
Kitsune had expressed curiosity about the one-man gang bang option, so Boyd had obliged her with his personal favorite of the two options he and Silvie had figured out. She preferred the other way better, where they sixty-nined while his tail ravaged her ass and his tongue shaped itself like a moderately-sized dick plunged deep inside of her pussy. His tongue wasn’t quite as sensitive as his cock or his tail, but Silvie always made up for it with her amazing oral skills.
With Kitsune, he sat her in his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, straddling his hips. Silvie fetched them better quality lube for his tail. With his cock in her sex and tail writhing into her tight asshole, he leaned down and kissed her. During the kiss, he lengthened and widened his tongue until it was vaguely phallic-shaped and began thrusting it in and out of her mouth, testing the entrance of her throat.
