Dashing Devil Omnibus 1: Books 1-3, page 60
It was always a decidedly odd sensation, but he found it pleasant—especially with a partner as enthusiastically enthralled by the experience as Kitsune had been. Her muffled moans and cries made any strangeness more than worth it. Boyd had wrapped her in both his wings and arms and used them to control her rocking pace. He used their Bond to find the right pace for both his cock and the pseudo replacements he used on her ass and mouth.
She’d loved every second of it, melting against him and moaning around his tongue. She swallowed and licked at it, trying to draw it deeper than it would go. When she came, she fell to pieces, clawing at his sides and back. The light pain she inflicted spiked his pleasure, dragging him over the edge with her.
“Hmmm.” Back in reality, Kitsune hummed in satisfaction as he came directly down her throat. She promptly swallowed each thick blast of his seed.
Boyd groaned his release, his head spinning in pleasure.
She didn’t let up until he was completely spent, lying limp on the mattress. Even then, she withdrew ever so slowly, flicking her tongue over every inch of his over-sensitive cock as she pulled away. It caused him to twitch as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through him.
Raev crawled up and sat astride his waist before she let out a velvet chuckle. “Now, now… no going back to sleep.”
Boyd was feeling incredibly relaxed and had just been thinking how wonderful five more minutes of sleep sounded, so he grumbled his discontent.
“Come on, big guy. If you don’t get up now, you’re just telling me that this isn’t a good way to wake you up. I might not be able to wake you up like this, in the future.”
Boyd’s eyes shot open, and he propped himself on his elbows. Kitsune’s expression of pleased amusement greeted him.
She leaned forward, kissing his nose. “IK thought that might work. Get up, take a shower, and get dressed. Breakfast will probably be ready by then.”
Boyd grunted his agreement, still a little sleepy, but grabbed Raev by the hips when she tried to climb off of him. He pulled her into a long, slow kiss, instead. He luxuriated in the feel of her naked skin against his chest and abdomen. Only the small triangle of a silk thong separated them.
He resisted the temptation to either pull them to the side or rip them away and turning a good morning into a great one. He could feel that Raev was almost tempted to ask him, too. It was her resistance more than his that prevented them both from tumbling back into the sheets.
Once he was satisfied with her lips, he let her go.
“Mmmm. Okay, big guy, I gotta go before you distract me too much.” Kitsune slid off of him and then out of bed with smooth movements. “See you at breakfast.” She tossed him a wink over her shoulder as she strutted out of his room wearing only a black thong. Her tails stuck straight up, presenting him with a glorious view of her perfect ass as it swayed back and forth with each stride of her long legs.
Chapter 26
Boyd sighed after Kitsune stepped through the door and it slid closed behind her. He rolled out of bed, stretching his arms, legs, wings, and tail as he made his way to his bathroom. Boyd was glad the rooms of their suite were oversized. Back in the PAC he often had to step into the hall for a good wing stretch. He felt good after his stretch and Raev’s excellent wake up call.
Really good. Great, even.
His bathroom lights turned on automatically as he stepped inside. It was big for its purpose, like all the other rooms of their suite, and done in dark gray tile with redwood and chrome accents. The sink had plenty of counter space—recently cleared of the various implements that Silvie used to store there. Most Powered, especially those at the higher ranks, had little need for cosmetics. Good health was typically included in whatever abilities they developed. Silvie didn’t have a noticeable healing factor, recovering from injuries at a nearly human rate. She always healed perfectly, though—which led to her flawless skin.
Boyd had never seen a blemish on her face, and she didn’t scar. That, combined with her excellent bone structure and above-average natural fitness meant Silvie had little to cover with powder or paint. While she didn’t require a haircut, Boyd had seen her pluck the occasional eyebrow, and her nails required some maintenance.
Most of which she used to do in front of this mirror. With Raev truly joining them, she’d insisted this was now Boyd’s room instead of their room. She’d taken her stuff to the room next door, which she’d claimed for her own.
The only thing left on the counter was Boyd’s toothbrush, toothpaste, and an industrial cordless dremel on a charging stand—all of which were tucked neatly to one side. He found he missed the clutter of Silvie’s implements.
He kept the shower brief, scrubbing down with soap under strong jets of scalding water for a few minutes and using the combination shampoo and conditioner Silvie had picked out for him. It was supposedly good for his type of hair or something. He didn’t need to shave, and his claws didn’t need to be ground down yet. If he didn’t maintain them, though, they turned razor-sharp—which was what the dremel was for.
Accidentally cutting a few kids back at the PAC had cemented his habit of filing them down regularly. He kept them sharp but not sharp enough to part flesh like a hot knife going through butter. The were closer to sharp, like a letter opener was sharp.
Once Boyd was clean, he turned the water off and activated the stall’s built-in quick-dry feature. Hidden vents opened in the walls and ceiling before blasting him with hot air. Thirty-five seconds later, he stepped out of the stall while the blowers powered down. After brushing his teeth he stepped back into his room and looked around for his suit, planning to show it off for Silvie. The pieces weren't on the floor where he’d left them and a quick search of his room and closet didn’t turn it up—not even a single piece.
Assuming Tinker had to adjust something or there being another simple explanation for it, Boyd settled on a pair of athletic shorts. Feeling a little sentimental, he chose a fire-red pair that had silver bars along the sides. He then made his way down the hall and stairs into the living room, following the hearty smells of breakfast food and the pleasant chatter about said delicacies between his lovers into the kitchen.
Boyd entered a scene out of a fantasy he never knew he had, but now seemed obvious. The massive kitchen table had a spread of every breakfast food Boyd could think of. A platter of pancakes sat next to another of waffles, with several bowls of sweet toppings between them. Another platter contained both crepes and French toast. Then there were three kinds of potatoes, four kinds of toast, three varieties of eggs, and four selections of meats—each with a platter of its own. Three pitchers of juices and one for water shared space with a carafe of coffee and what Boyd assumed to be hot chocolate.
While the smorgasbord of breakfast food set Boyd’s mouth to watering, that wasn’t what made Boyd pinch his arm to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. That would be the three women scattered around the table. Silvie and Raev stood in the open space between him and the table, excitedly chatting about what they were going to start with. Well, Raev was standing, but Silvie floated a few inches above the ground, totally at ease. Their positioning placed Tinker between them, although she was at the table behind his lovers. She was standing on one of the chairs, leaning over the table as she made herself a plate.
The women themselves were gorgeous, and he enjoyed the decadent yet domestic scene. What sold it for Boyd was their state of dress—or perhaps undress would be the more appropriate word. Silvie wore a short silk robe and panties, both a pale blue. The robe was left mostly open but belted loosely at her waist. Kitsune was still in the black thong he’d seen her, though she’d added a matching spaghetti strap crop top that clung to her chest and left nothing to the imagination. Tinker was still wearing the peach romper from the night before. With her leaning over the table like she was, the garment perfectly displayed her small but exquisitely shaped ass.
As Boyd stared, he couldn’t help but notice that standing on the chair put Tinker at just the right height for him to…
Boyd shook the thought away. He reminded himself that he was morally against forcing women to love him. He was opening up to the idea of expanding whatever their relationship could be called, but it had to be done carefully. The temptation of potentially growing his Power was strong; he just had to be stronger.
“Good morning, Darling,” Silvie’s sweet voice broke his train of thought. “I splurged a little and ordered in to celebrate the big day.”
Boyd looked at her and found her smiling warmly with her arms stretched towards him in a request for a hug. As he covered the few paces between them, he glanced towards Raev and Tinker. Raev smiled just as warmly, but with a wicked gleam in her eyes. He sensed that it came from a place of winning in the ‘morning celebration’ ritual department—though it wasn’t malicious as far as he could tell. He did think it was something to keep an eye on, though. He wasn’t sure if competitiveness like that was good for a relationship.
Tinker was looking over her shoulder at him with slightly flushed cheeks and an absurdly innocent expression on her doll-like face—especially given her somewhat skimpy attire and the pose she was in. What really twisted it from reality to fantasy was the piece of bacon she had sticking out of the side of her mouth. He’d caught her sneaking a bite.
Dragging his eyes away, Boyd suddenly questioned if he had a food-related fetish. He looked into Silvie’s beautiful eyes before she draped herself against him in a hug. Her arms looped around his neck, and as the hug ended, a slow kiss began.
“Mmm,” Silvie purred. “Her turn.” As the kiss closed, she gently turned him towards Raev and gave him a light shove. He stooped to hug his red-haired lover and shared a different kind of good morning kiss.
Once he’d stepped away from Raev, Silvie added, “Alright, fill your plate and then we can talk about what happened last night before we all get too busy.
“Boyd has a full day with Connor’s sister’s interview, the press conference, and then the private interview. Oh! And Tinker told me about your upcoming date. Good job, Darling, I’m proud of you,” Silvie chimed as she floated over to grab a plate.
Boyd didn’t need the reassurance that she approved of him taking Tinker on a date, but still found it eased his feelings.
“Good morning, Tinker,” Boyd said as he walked with Raev to grab two plates and began filling them.
Her cheeks flushed a hotter pink as she gave him a little wave. Boyd noted that her eyes were a little bleary, like she was only mostly awake. Both Raev and he focused heavily on the meat and filled two plates each, although there was some variation on what they selected. Raev took French toast, while he took pancakes. Both Silvie’s and Tinker’s plates were much lighter as they all took a seat at their respective places.
As Silvie floated by him, he noticed something different about her. Her hair had reached her mid-back since it had turned silver when she was twelve. Now, it was longer, having grown by at least six inches overnight. Instead of ending at the middle of her back, her silver locks now reached the top of her amazing ass.
“Your hair grew,” Boyd pointed out.
Silvie smiled warmly at him as she slid into her seat. “I was a little worried you wouldn’t notice. It’s not quite two extra tails, but it would seem I experienced some physical changes as well. My eyes also glow, though it might be a little bright in here to notice.”
Boyd nodded in confirmation. “I noticed that right away last night. They started to glow right after the eye beams,” he responded as Silvie cut up her scrambled eggs to load onto a piece of toast.
After taking a bite, chewing, and swallowing, Silvie continued the conversation. “We aren't sure what the physical changes mean yet, if anything. I already filled Tinker in this morning, so she was in the loop.” She paused, peering at Boyd. “Have you tested anything yet?”
Boyd shook his head as he chewed the large bite of ham he’d just taken, chagrinned. He hadn’t even thought to do so, though he probably should have. He remembered seeing a portion of his Power return to him from Silvie, enlarging his pool.
Silvie continued, “Well, I did. I have eye beams now, and am about five percent faster and stronger. The eye beams are the same energy as that which I produce from my hands, but are a lot more concentrated. I haven't tested my durability yet, but Tinker ran a test, and my eye beams are almost as intense as the late Ultra Ray’s finger-beams.”
Boyd almost choked as he swallowed the piece of ham. Raev wore a shocked expression that Boyd assumed he mirrored. Tinker, while not surprised, clearly understood the ramifications. The rank system used by The Authority only provided a general guide for a Powered’s ability and there were fluctuations in each rank. Not all S-ranked were equal, for example, but the differences were often small. Small, but significant.
“I… I’m almost certain that if Omega Ray showed up today, we would be on equal footing,” Silvie added in a quiet voice while everyone digested her first statement.
That put Silvie in the running to be the next world hero—the pinnacle that all Heroes everywhere aspired to. There currently wasn’t one Hero that everyone agreed on, but there were several candidates at or near that level of Power.
“That’s… wow. I mean, congratulations, of course, but… just wow.” Raev found her voice before Boyd did.
“Thank you.” Silvie replied, still softly. After another moment of silence she asked Raev in return/ “Do… Do you feel any stronger?”
“No. I tested my Power out this morning. Everything is the same as yesterday—no extra boost for me. Other than the massive one I got yesterday, that is,” Raev replied with her usual, calm, and velvet tone and a slow shake of her head.
She even slipped some extra inflection on the word ‘massive’, unconcerned with the possible fate-changing news Silvie had delivered.
“Okay,” Silvie said, nodding once before turning to Boyd and peering at him closely. “I’m also confident I felt something happen to you. We’ll have to test it after breakfast.”
In answer, Boyd held up his right hand and pushed his Black Flame into it. A new sensation filled his chest as he did, originating from well above where he’d observed that pool of strange energy which seemed to reside in his lower abdomen. This time he counted out oud while the ladies around the table watched.
The Black Flames flickered off of his fingers and palm for a full thirty-five seconds this time. That wasn’t the only change, though. They also looked denser and more solid than before. Previously, the shadowy fire of his Black Flame was semi-transparent—you could almost see what was behind it. Now, the effect was still present, but notably dimmer. It was like someone added another layer of tint to an already very dark window.
“Well, that looks and feels stronger. And lasted ten more seconds than yesterday, too,” Boyd stated after his Black Flame faded out. “I feel physically stronger, but would have to test it to judge by how much.”
“Interesting,” Tinker spoke for the first time, drawing Boyd’s eye.
She had a cup of coffee, one that looked large in her small hands, clutched just in front of her. She glanced up at him and then promptly away. “Oh, um. Oops, sorry, ignore me.”
He noted that her eyes were noticeably less bleary and more engaged. Boyd glanced at Silvie and Raev, hoping one of them would address this apparent lack of self-confidence from Tinker. He was met by them returning expectant gazes aimed back at him.
Boyd resisted the urge to sigh and said, “I was hoping you would tell us what was interesting. You are likely the smartest person at this table; your insights will most likely be on point. That was why Silvie filled you in.”
Tinker watched him with her big hazel eyes, wavering a little before blinking slowly. She closed her eyes, slumped her narrow shoulders, and took a deep breath before opening her eyes and squaring her shoulders. “Right. Sorry. It’s just going to take some getting used to.”
“What is?” Boyd asked, pre-cutting his pancakes while he talked.
“Oh… being valued,” Tinker replied with a feeble shrug and matching weak smile. “Silvie said I would be valued, and you keep doing so, but I’m… I’m not used to it. Silvie and Kitsune, too. Er… or should I use Raev?”
“I like it so far, so yeah,” Raev replied.
One of her fluffy fox tails ran up Tinker’s back. The vixen turned to the small woman so Boyd could only see the profile of her sultry smile and wink as she said, “But only if you like my ass—that’s part of the meaning behind it.”
Tinker stiffened under the attention, going rigid and bright red. “O-oh. Best I stick with Kitsune, th-then.”
Raev pouted. “Oh?”
“Y-yeah. S-sorry,” Tinker stuttered, looking down at her hands and trying to make herself as small as possible—which was pretty small. “I thought about it, and I don’t think I like women like that. S-sorry. I c-can leave. I know that doesn’t work.” She sounded dangerously close to tears by the time she was done speaking.
Silvie was quicker than Boyd, floating up and blurring over the table to settle behind Tinker, giving her a hug from behind. It wasn’t the kind of hug she gave Boyd, which involved as much body contact as possible, but something distinctly friendly—maybe verging on sisterly.
“It works just fine. And you don’t have to go anywhere. As long as you can both accept and receive friendship and support from Boyd’s other women, there won’t be any problems. We don’t need to be involved in that way, we just have to be a team.” Silvie paused. “No, not a team… a family.”
Boyd wasn’t sure how he felt about the comfort being supplied, but he couldn’t deny its effectiveness.
“R-really?” Tinker asked, hope in her voice.
“Yes, silly,” Silvie said brightly. “I’m aware that not all women will want to share Boyd’s bed when there are other women in it. As long as the idea of him sharing a bed with other women in general doesn’t upset you, it’s fine. Women, of course, that you’ll have to live and work closely with. Other women may not be willing to hide their displays of affection from you. If none of that bothers you, there won’t be any problems. Well, other than scheduling, perhaps.”
