Dashing devil 2 a superh.., p.13
Dashing Devil 2: A Superhero Harem Adventure, page 13
That said, Boyd hasn’t lost to Stacy yet and doesn’t plan to start now. A fight during this tournament wouldn’t go on their record or anything, but they would both know. So Boyd uses the time to prepare his Mental Domination ability, setting the tether he will use later.
“Fight already!” An older boy calls from the crowd, which causes Stacy to glance his way with a scowl. Boyd acts in her moment of distraction, dashing forward at an angle. Stacey reacts quickly, head snapping towards him and launching her first silver ball at him. She tried to lead him so he turns left, heading straight at her for a second before she sends another ball flying at him. He rolls under this one. As he does he grabs all his confidence, his certainty of victory, and shoves it into Stacey’s mind using his Mental Domination.
As he gets his feet under him Boyd leaps into the air from a crouch, putting his A-ranked strength to use. His aim is true and he sails into the air on an arching path that will lead him right to her. Instead of dodging and hitting him in the back, she stands her ground. Well, floats in her air. The now overconfident Stacey does her silly maya wave and launches a slightly larger silver ball right at his face. Boyd pulls his Black Flame to his right hand and slashes it through the ball before it reaches him, dispersing it.
It’s too late for Stacey to do anything but stare in shock as he tucks his legs in preparation for what comes next. Not only is Boyd bigger than the kids his age, but he’s also a lot heavier. Well, the scientists say he’s denser, but he doesn’t get the difference. So, when he latches on to her soldiers with his strong hands, pulls himself up, then stomps down on her chest with both legs, Stacy is the one who goes flying despite having Powered flight.
She hits the ground hard, shattering the light gray slabs of concrete that make up the fighting ring's floor. A cloud of dust obscures her as Boyd performs a backflip, having used Stacy’s body to change his momentum, and lands in a crouch. He watches the dust carefully, that shouldn’t have been enough to knock Stacey out. “Ouch ouch ouch.” He hears her voice squeak out of the cloud of dust a moment later. “No fair! I was gunna dodge but you used that mind trick on me!”
“So?” Boyd snarks before charging toward the sound of her voice. If he can catch her off guard he can push her out of the ring. It would make her mad, but he would be fresher for the last fight.
He makes it a foot into the dust when a tiny fist catches him in the solar plexus, winding him and sending him tumbling back out of the dust and almost out of bounds. He catches himself and wheezes as he regains his feet. “So, no fair!” She yells as she flies out of the cloud right at him. As she comes she throws another silver ball at him. Boyd is still winded and doesn’t feel fast enough to dodge so he pulls his Black Flame back to his hand and backhands it out of the air while prepping his left hand for a jab to disrupt Stacey’s charge.
She catches him with a right cross on the shoulder, aim messed but by her less than stable flight. Boyd rolls the shoulder with the blow as he turns his left jab in a cross aimed at her ribs. It lands with a sickening crack and feels different from the other times he’s punched his friend. More crunchy. Instead of being sent flying out of the ring, she crumples around his fist with a gasp and whine of pain that tells him something is very wrong. It is only then that he notices the Black Flame around his left hand.
Stacy collapses but Boyd catches her, lowering her to the ground carefully. Her ribs on her right side have a dent in them, and her eyes are wide with fear. “Stacey?” He asks, just as afraid. She opens her mouth to say something but coughs weakly instead, red speckles fly out of her mouth to stain her lips and chin.
“Stacy!?” Boyd asks 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 is hurt because he misused his Power. That made him no better than a Powered Criminal. He’d made mistakes before, but nothing ever so bad.
Fearful tears fill his eyes but do not fall as he looks up at the gathered kids and their two Mentors. “Help! Hope! She’s hurt! Heal her!” He calls out in a most unheroic manner, his voice nearly shrill. He’ll be embarrassed later, right now Stacey needs to be healed.
A small blond girl a year younger than him Stacey begins to rise. She’s a strong healer, an S-rank. She and Stacey are friends but she never talks around Boyd so he doesn’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 finds her and meets her deep blue eyes, finding his terror reflected in them. One of the Mentors steps next to Hope as she rises and pushes her back down by the shoulder.
Victory Seeker is 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 never seemed to like Boyd, but that never stopped Boyd from respecting and valuing his teachings. He has saved the world dozens of times so all the kids respect him.
Currently, he wears the royal blue sweatpants that Mentors wear for physical activities. He is classically handsome, but getting up there in years. Gray streaks interrupt his perfect shiny black hair. Wrinkles can be seen on the outsides of his piercing green eyes. “The fight isn’t over, your opponent is still conscious.” He says, his boisterous voice sounding board.
“But, she’s hurt.” Boyd is shocked, the fights always end if someone gets hurt. If the injury is avoidable the winner is just disqualified and two random opponents are selected.
“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 replies, still sounding bored.
“I’ll just…” Boyd isn’t sure what to do. Knock Stacy out? But she’s hurt already. “I forfeit!” He calls.
“Fine, she still won’t receive healing until she is unconscious. You have to learn your lesson.” Victory Seeker’s expression is smug, almost like he is enjoying himself. Boyd knows that can’t be right though. This was Boyd’s personal Hero telling him to knock his friend out before he will let her be healed.
“I’ll… I’ll drag her out of bounds!” Stacey coughs again, more specs of blood splattering across her chin and Boyd’s chest as he supports her.
“Go ahead. She still won’t be healed.” Victory Seeker checks the moderately sized handheld view screen he had tucked under his arm. “Hurry this along, you’re wasting time.”
Boyd gapes at the indifference of his Mentor and Hero. Stacey is hurt! He wants Boyd to hurt her more? That isn’t heroic.
He looks down into Stacey’s face. Her agonized and terrified expression almost makes him break into real, honest tears. She’s starting to shiver in his arms, Boyd recognizes the sign of her going into shock for what it is. Boyd doesn’t have a choice, if he wants her to be healed he has to knock her out.
He carefully lays her down and then presses his hands to her throat. Compressing both of her carotid arteries is the safest and quickest way he knows to knock her out. As he begins to press he whispers, hoping the others can’t hear, “I’m sorry,” over and over. She clutches his wrists weekly, trying to pull them away but with none of the strength she normally has. He also hopes the others can’t see the single tear that falls from his cheek. Twenty seconds later, she goes limp and he pulls his hands back, kneeling next to her. “There, she’s knocked out! Hope! Please!” He barely manages to avoid sobbing.
“Go.” He hears Victory Seeker grunt. Hope kneels on Stacey’s other side a moment later, pressing her hands to either side of Stacey’s crushed ribs as they glow with gold energy. Within five seconds her ribs return to their normal shape and she takes a deep, gasping breath. She doesn’t open her eyes though so he glances up at Hope, who keeps her eyes down as she pulls her hands back and folds them over her legs.
“She will be okay.” Hope says in a near whisper and smiles weakly at him with her eyes still lowered. It’s the most words she has said to him at once.
Relief floods through Boyd. “Thank you.” He says with a grin, wiping the sweat away from his eyes. At least he will tell everyone it was sweat. Victory Seeker steps up next to him, and Boyd looks up at him with a weaker smile. “I’m sorry…” Boyd starts to apologize for his unheroic display when Victory Seeker’s arm blurs, and the back of his open hand slams into his cheek with the strength of an S-rank behind it.
Boyd is sent flying until he bounces off the reinforced walls around the fighting ring, crumbling to the ground in a heap. His vision spins and everything is off kilter but he’s had broken jaws often enough to recognize the pain. His mouth fills with a coppery taste, and there are a few hard bits in the flood of liquid so he spits it out. He counts three of his teeth in the pool of blood he spits to the floor in front of his face. At least they grow 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 says in his firm instructor voice as Boyd collects himself and sits up. “The slap was for the tears. You’ll go without lunch for the hesitation.
“Since time is up and there isn’t a contestant 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, you’ll go without meals tomorrow too. 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 turns and leaves with the other Mentor. The rest of the kids mingle around for a moment. Stacey is sitting up with Hope’s help. When her eyes find his he can see betrayal in them, which hurts more than the slap from the S-ranked Mentor ever could. She looks away quickly, Hope helping her up and leaving with her. He hears one of the boys, Jason who is a frequent rival, jeer “This is what happens when you let someone with a Criminal Power in the Hero program. He’s going to kill one of us someday.”
“Nahh. Not, Boyd, he’s cool.” Another boy replies. “You’re just mad he beat you.”
“He almost just killed Stacey, who’s his best friend! What makes you think he…” The crowd moves out of his hearing before Jason finishes his retort. Boyd hangs his head in shame, fighting the tears that burn for release. Then he wakes up in bed, Silvie’s cool fingers feel tiny on his cheek as she gently strokes his face. She lays facing him, her legs pressed against his as she bends back to look into his face. Her silver hair almost glows in the dim illumination of the room's ready lights over the door. The silver in her aquamarine eyes actually do glow, creating a mesmerizing effect.
“Another bad dream?” Silvie asks in a whisper, trying not to wake Kitsune who is sleeping on her other side, white-tipped fox tails pressed into Silvie’s back. His wing is draped over them and Kitsune is snuggled up to it, clutching the bone at the top like the lip of a blanket. The bone there is odd, bending easily in one direction but stiff in the others. It makes it excellent as a blanket.
The day of his dream got a lot better. Hope, now Hopewing, explained everything to Silvie over lunch. She said she knew it was an accident and poked fun at his concern for her and they were back to normal by the end of their next class. It was still a memorable lesson for Boyd about misusing his Power.
Boyd grunts and nods in reply. Silvie hushes him, making soothing noises as she rises to pull his face into her bare chest. She figured out how to make the position comfortable while accounting for his horns long ago. Even during testing, she insisted on a cuddle session lasting at least one hour after each trail.
She strokes his hair while continuing to soothe him with gentle wordless sounds. She knows he doesn’t like to answer questions, but he has told her all his recurring dreams on his own time. This one included. Thankfully, she doesn’t make any amateur attempts at psychoanalyzing him. Instead, she just listens and supplies comfort.
It doesn’t take long for him to fall back into a deep sleep under her care.
Boyd awakens again with a long groan of pleasure as something very nice happens below his waist a few hours later. Wet warmth surrounds his manhood in a heavenly sensation. He blinks his eyes open and lifts his head enough to see what is going on. Unfortunately, a black him sheet covers him starting just below his chest, although the three fluffy white-tipped tails sticking out of the end of the sheet reveals who is pleasuring him. Her ears twitching against the sheet are another clue.
“Good morning.” He rumbles, sleepily looking around for Silvie. His disappointment at not finding her is short-lived. Kitsune swallows against him, sending shivers up his spine, before slowly pulling off.
She pulls the sheet down around her shoulders, and she raises her head just enough so her sweet lips barely an inch away from the head of his cock. He has noted it in the past, but his cock adjusts even in his sleep. It is just a smidge smaller than normal right now. Likely at the edge of what she can comfortably take in her mouth. Her emerald eyes peer at him and one of her eyebrows arches, “Good morning, what?” She purrs. Her breath teases Boyd’s tip which is damp with Kitsune’s saliva, causing him to shudder.
“Good morning Raev, my little vixen, my love.” Boyd uses both her new name and all of his current terms of endearment for Kitsune 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 were one the night before. So she made it her mission to find the perfect one. The intensely deep version of the Bond hadn’t happened again. All three of them still held on to a few key facts about the other that deepened their relationships for the first one.
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 overlap but everyone agreed on liking the simpler Raev better. It is easier to pronounce and type.
Boyd’s understanding was that it meant either fox the animal, a sly person, or was slang for ass depending on which language it came from. Silvie explained the last was slightly derogatory but they would rebrand it in honor of how nice Kitsune’s ass is. Kitsune loved it instantly, and Boyd liked it better than anything else they tried. It fit her without being too obvious.
“Better.” Raev purrs again, pressing her supple lips to the sensitive glands on the head of his cock in a slow kiss. “Was looking for Raev, although I’ll give you ‘my little vixen’ considering.” She follows the words by flicking her tongue out and over the same glands, 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 so you can start your day right.” Lick. “Oh, and Silvie is taking care of breakfast.” Sucking kiss. “She wants to talk about the new Enhancements.”
He groans as she takes his head into her mouth and suckles on it while rubbing her tongue against the glans she has been focusing on. After a moment she comes off with a pop and a slurping sound. “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 lets his head flop back as Kitsune works on him. He reaches down with one hand to gently rub and tug at her ears, something he learned drives her wild the night before. She isn’t wrong about the fantasy material the night provided either. He lets his mind wander back through the events.
Silvie had gotten things started by pulling Kitsune up on the 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 eat out. Kitsune was more than happy to lap at Silvie who was still filled with Boyd’s cum. Silvie then guided Boyd behind Kitsune but told him not to make her cum until she said.
Boyd wasn’t sure how he felt about the clear dominance game happening between Silvie and Kitsune at the time. 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 teamed up to put Boyd on his back where they took turns riding his tongue and cock. That had gone on for a while until Boyd got a little adventurous.
The last time Kitsune was riding his manhood he 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 isn’t much less sensitive so Boyd often enjoys using it as such. She then drew Kitsune forward and began to share it between them, kissing each other around it as much as 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 pressed it slowly inside of her. Saliva isn’t an ideal lubricant but with his control of the appendage, he was able to press into her with ease and without her having to slow her bouncing 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 it with each of her bounces, filling her ass each time she rose off his cock.
