Dashing devil omnibus 1.., p.32
Dashing Devil Omnibus 1: Books 1-3, page 32
“We can’t.” Boyd did his best to sound stern… and failed miserably. His voice came out as a lusty growl. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Not for a week, at least.” He still didn’t sound convincing—even to himself.
“Sure, big guy,” Kitsune purred as she rocked her hips against him, dragging a groan from his lips. “You keep telling yourself that.”
“Kitsune…” Boyd grunted in warning. His hands clamped onto her hips and stopped the motion.
Kitsune leaned into his chest, pressing her perky breasts into the firm muscles there, as she stretched up to murmur in his ear. “Mmm. I love it when you grab me like that. Going to hold me down and fuck my tight little pussy again? Don’t you have to make sure your slutty little fox is knocked up?” She moaned as she said that last bit,
The idea seemed to have just as powerful an effect on her as it did on him, because her still-soaking channel fluttered around him. “Yes, do it. Fill me up again. Make sure I’m pregnant with your kit.”
“Fuck…” Boyd groaned as his hips started moving of their own volition.
The idea of Kitsune’s belly swelling with his child coaxed the Changed part of him right back to the surface faster than anything ever had. Boyd wasn’t even aware he had this drive. He’d never really thought about having kids until this very moment, but now that he’d considered it, that part of him wanted it more than anything. At least the impregnation part, that is.
Boyd’s tail wrapped up around her waist possessively several times as he started drawing in and out of Kitsune in slow movements.
“That’s it, big guy,” Kitsune cooed, putting new emphasis on ‘big. “Give it to me again. Make me overflow with your seed until there is no doubt I’m pregnant.”
She rocked her hips against him, and he let her, no longer having the will or the inclination to try to stop this. Boyd was man enough to know when he was beaten. Kitsune wanted this. Silvie had pushed it on him, carefully choosing someone she knew he couldn’t resist.
He truly never stood a chance. That being the case, he decided at least to enjoy the ride. Though maybe he’d take things a little more slowly, this round.
Chapter 35
“No fair!”
The resentful voice startled Boyd from his post-sex stupor.
“You were supposed to wait for me!”
He jerked around, pulling himself from the tangle of sheets and limbs.
Silvie floated in the doorway to his bedroom. He’d carried Kitsune up here after their second round. After that, he lost track of both time and rounds, but apparently, they’d been at it for several hours. Silvie didn’t look all that angry—a better description of the expression on her face would be wry amusement.
“Sorry babe.” Kitsune giggled almost drunkenly, still in a blissful half-asleep state after their last round.
That had been half-an-hour ago.
“I saw an opportunity and I seized it.”
“I can see that.”
Silvie floated over and shook her head, the grin on her face matching the emotions filling their Bond that assured Boyd she wasn’t truly upset. Triumphant pleasure was the sense he got from their Bond. It mixed nicely with the languid contentment pouring off of his Bond with Kitsune.
“Happened quicker than even I expected. Good job,” Silvie congratulated Kitsune.
“Thanks.” Kitsune nuzzled back into her pillow.
Her hair was a tangled mess and both of them were coated in their combined sweat and other fluids that left matted spots in both the hair on her head and that of her three fluffy tails. Boyd was too tired to stand and now that he knew Silvie truly supported this, he let himself fall back into the bed next to Kitsune.
He didn’t feel guilty like he’d thought he would—like he probably should. They’d talked a little between sessions and he had enough insight into Kitsune not to feel any remorse about what his Power had done to her.
He knew he could love this woman back—if he didn’t already.
“Actually,” Silvie said, “I think I felt when it happened. Like we were all connected for a second. It was nice.”
“Mmm,” was Kitsune’s only response.
“Is that blood?” Silvie asked with some concern, pointing to a spot on one of the sheets that were in fact stained with blood.
Kitsune had drawn more than a little blood, between her teeth and nails. Boyd’s skin was tough, but like everything about him, it seemed to react to the will of his lovers. He could feel a few lines still healing on his back, along with several puncture wounds in his neck and shoulders from her canines.
“Uh, yeah,” Boyd confirmed. “All mine… no worries.”
“Sorry about that. It got… intense,” Kitsune murmured.
Silvie snorted. There’d been no real apology in Kitsune’s tone.
“I wasn’t complaining.” Boyd chuckled. “Already all healed up.”
“I guess you weren't kidding about being a freak.” Silvie giggled at Kitsune.
“You have no idea,” Boyd rumbled.
“Oh, I have some idea,” Silvie retorted as she floated up over the bed and rolled Kitsune over by her shoulders to pin her down before pressing her lips to the redhead’s.
Boyd couldn’t help but be transfixed by the sight. Silver hair mingled with Kitsune’s fiery locks as the women share a deep kiss, each making pleased noises into the other's mouth.
Silvie pulled away after a long, tantalizing moment and purred, “Mmmh, you taste like him.” Then she floated over and repeated the process with Boyd, her tongue parting his lips to duel with his own. Just before he reached up to pull her under him, she backed away and floated out of his reach, causing him to growl his disappointment. “And you taste like her. So hot. Really wish I could stick around, but I only have a little time to check in.”
“Fuck!” Boyd sat up suddenly which caused Kitsune to groan. “I didn’t finish making your lunch. I was… uh… distracted.”
Silvie giggled, the sound of bells exhibiting her honest mirth. “Don’t worry about it, Darling. I can grab something later. I’m not really that hungry… for food that is.” The glint in her eyes made it clear what she would rather have. “Besides, with you being moved to field duty, you won’t have time to cook every meal for us anymore.”
“I suppose that’s true.” Boyd smiled up at her, letting that fact sink in for a moment. “I should probably go take a shower. I was thinking about returning the stuff Tinker lent me this afternoon.”
“Definitely shower first.” Silvie grinned, showing off her perfect white teeth. “You two made a mess of each other, else I would have joined you for some cuddles, at least.”
Kitsune’s velvet laugh left Boyd with a warm feeling in his chest.
Silvie gasped. “Do you have three tails?” she suddenly asked, obviously only just noticing the extra appendages.
She held a hand up to her ear, then groaned. “Wait, tell me about it when there aren’t so many distractions. I have to go. We’ll talk later, and I expect ALL the details. Bye, love you both.” Silvie darted out of the room before either of the bed’s occupants could reply.
After a moment, Kitsune asked, “About the three tails thing, do you think it’s permanent?”
“If I had to guess, yeah. Sorry,” Boyd grumbled as an unwelcome worry wormed its way into his gut.
“Why? I’m hoping it’s permanent. I bet they look fucking hot.” Kitsune smirked at him. “When you grabbed the two new tails while pounding me from behind… mnnm! That was fucking awesome.”
“Well… yeah.” Boyd could only agree.
That had been crazy hot, and they did look great on her. He still wondered how they were going to explain this, though. He knew they wouldn’t be able to keep his Enhancement power quiet for long, but physical changes like this would likely draw attention to his Power sooner than expected. You couldn’t explain away physical changes like this with intensive training or chemistry with Silvie, who was still a relative unknown.
Something else occurred to him that they should probably talk about. “About the pregnancy thing...”
Kitsune sat up and stretched with a chuckle, drawing his eye to all her delicious curves and toned muscles. The image of what her presently taut stomach would look like as she swelled with his child burned in his mind.
“I can’t tell if you sound excited or terrified,” she replied.
Their bond was fully cemented now, and he could feel Kitsune the same way he felt Silvie. Currently, a sense of wry amusement flowed down her Bond to him
“A little of both,” Boyd admitted.
“Well, take it how you will, then. I currently have an implant that prevents pregnancy.”
Boyd was both disappointed and relieved to hear that. They had learned that any form of birth control—on his side—interfered with his Enhancement ability. He knew there was a blanket order that had been distributed to all medical offices in The Tower that he was not to be prescribed or given male contraceptives. They’d put it in his medical records as a severe, life-threatening allergy.
To be honest, he hadn’t thought to ask about protection before they got started. Then, by the time he did think about it, the idea was exciting, and he just went with it. Somehow, he knew that the part of him that was most excited by the idea came from his Changed side.
“Although, I might just have it taken out now that I have you around,” Kitsune added.
Lust surged within him, coming directly from that part of him Kitsune so adeptly prodded to make him lose control.
“Hmm,” she hummed as she ran her hand along her toned stomach. “I want to swell up with your child. Wouldn’t it be hot?”
The smirk she wore told him she knew exactly the effect she was having on him. She stood with slow, deliberate movements that showed off more of her gorgeous form. When she turned to face him, he could see the full effect of her additional tails.
The fluffy red fur did an excellent job of framing the pale skin of her torso like a normal woman’s hair might frame her face. They looked good. To be honest, they looked like they should always have been there. It made the incredibly sensual woman nearly irresistible.
“Yeah.” Boyd croaked as he dragged himself to his feet.
Kitsune turned and danced away as he made a grab for her. She giggled. “I’m not going to tell you when I have it taken out, either. And I’m going to beg you to breed me often.”
Boyd made another lunge at her but was surprised when she split into four Kitsunes who scattered across the room, all four of them darting away from him in a different direction.
“Aww, am I frustrating you?” one of them asked.
Knowing that she could only produce visual illusions, Boyd spun and pounced on that one. She looked surprised and danced back, but Boyd was motivated. With a second pounce he was on her—only to pass right through her as the illusion dissipated.
“Do you want to put a baby in me that badly?” another Kitsune asked.
Boyd spun towards that one and prepared to pounce when a third Kitsune added, “Well, come get me.”
He turned to that one, confused.
All three Kitsunes turned their backs to him, swaying their tails back and forth and sticking out their perfect little asses toward him with a wiggle. He stalked forward cautiously. The second Kitsune to speak moved to intercept him, but he believed it was a fake, so he kept moving toward the last one to speak.
Boyd gasped as the second Kitsune pressed herself to him. He could feel her… sort of. She felt a little fuzzy, but mostly solid and warm—though not quite right. This Kitsune ran her hand down his chest slowly, causing him to rise to attention.
“What does it feel like?” the Kitsune that was pressed against him asked with a curious glint in her eye.
“Uhh… good… but a little off. Fuzzy is the best way I can describe it. I’m guessing this isn’t the real you?” Boyd reached up to stroke her cheek. It felt odd, but not entirely unpleasant.
“Nope,” the Kitsune in his arms said before she vanished without a trace.
Looking up, Boyd realized the one he was stalking had also disappeared. Turning towards the only one who had remained silent, he found her wearing a triumphant smirk. She held up a hand and a little ball of green fire formed above it. Kitsune danced it across her fingers and then sent it floating into the air where it grew in size until it was roughly as big as a grapefruit before shrinking back down and then winking out.
“Oh, yeah, that’s nice,” the real Kitsune purred. “Auditory and tactile illusions and my Fox Fire is definitely stronger.”
“Fox Fire?” Boyd asked.
“It used to be pretty weak, only causing first-degree burns when I threw it. I could do a bit more by coating my hands with it when grappling. It’s stronger now, but I don’t know how much,” Kitsune explained.
Like Silvie and the others, it seemed she had an instinctive knowledge of her Enhanced Powers.
“I’ll figure it out later. For now, let’s go get cleaned up. I think you’ve had enough of me for now, big guy.”
Boyd grumbled but capitulated, following three swaying tails into his bathroom and the shower within. Despite her words, they did end up going another round under the stream of hot water. Eventually, they emerged from the steam and water to enjoy the domestic activities of drying off, brushing their teeth, and otherwise preening in front of the mirror.
Kitsune let him help dry and brush out her tails, something they both found deeply enjoyable, as evidenced by each of their slowly swinging tails—his and the two of hers that were not currently subjected to the ministrations of the brush and hairdryer Boyd used to fluff them out.
They separated briefly when Kitsune returned to her room to find some new clothes. Much to his chagrin, Boyd missed her terribly—even though they were only apart for five minutes, at most. It had been like that at first with Silvie, too. Even being in a different room than her left him feeling empty and alone.
Experiencing it again made him wonder if there was something to what Silvie had said about how his Power affected him, too. If it followed the same pattern, then it would become manageable with time. He still felt something like an annoying itch if Silvie was gone for too long.
After pulling on a pair of dark gray shorts, Boyd stepped out of his room, intending to go to the living room to wait but stopping in the hallway instead. Boyd couldn’t bring himself to move farther away than that and warmth filled him as soon as Kitsune stepped back out of her room.
She’d put on a pair of black leggings that clung to her athletic legs and hips, with a green cami top that left a strip of her smooth midriff exposed. Her tails fanned out behind her, and a glowing smile split her lips when she saw him. They met halfway and wrapped each other up in a hug before sharing a lingering kiss.
Boyd sensed that she’d felt just as uneasy with his absence as he had with hers. After the kiss, they stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment before Kitsune interrupted the sappy moment with a velvet chuckle.
“What’s funny?” Boyd asked, smiling at the sense of mirth coming across their Bond from her.
“Just realizing that I’ve never been in love.” She shook her head and grinned. “I always used to make fun of people for all the touchy-feely, sappy crap. Now look at me, losing myself in your eyes.”
“I did try to warn you,” Boyd grumbled. Knowing that she wasn’t upset, his own voice was filled with amusement.
“I wasn’t complaining. It’s… wonderful, actually. Like… I don’t even have the words.” She paused, lips pursing together. “I think what I like most is… the certainty?”
She tried to put her feeling into words, anyway. “I think that’s it. It’s like there’s no emotional confusion. I love you. It’s as simple as that.”
“I love you, too,” he murmured, surprised at how easy and natural it felt to say that to a woman he’d only met yesterday. It wasn’t supposed to be this easy, was it?
“Good, because after how we trashed your sheets, you’re stuck with me. No way am I giving you up, ever.” Kitsune grinned. “I’m starving now, though.”
Boyd didn’t feel like cooking right now, but he was starving, as well. Normally, that was where he used the nervous energy caused by Silvie's absence. Cooking wasn’t so much something he enjoyed, as a solid time filler and a distraction. That nervous energy was still there, but muted by Kitsune’s presence.
“For once,” he admitted, “I don’t want to cook. Want to grab something at the food court? Then we can get you some more clothes from the shopping center.”
“Sounds like a plan. Oh… bring Tinker’s stuff with you. We can return it on the way,” Kitsune reminded him.
“Good idea,” Boyd replied.
Then, he took her hand—so small and slender in his large mitt—and led her down the stairs to the elevator. On the way there, he grabbed his FDU and earpiece, as well as the bag containing Tinker’s inventions. While waiting for the elevator, he queried Tinker’s location using his FDU and was informed that she was in her residence, a few floors down. Selecting the right floor once inside the elevator, he and Kitsune rode down a few levels in companionable silence.
The elevator was fast, and the doors opened a moment later. Together, they walked down the hall until they reached the right door. Boyd pressed the call button and waited.
After a brief wait, Tinker's distracted voice came over a speaker built into the doorway. “Who is it?”
“Boyd and Kitsune. I wanted to return your gear,” Boyd responded.
“Oh, shit!” her small and high voice hissed, barely audible. “Ahhh… just a moment!” Tinker replied more loudly.
Boyd figured she would come to the door to greet them, but after a couple minutes, he began to wonder what was taking her so long.
“Huh, we must have interrupted something. Probably should have called ahead,” Boyd rumbled.
“Maybe she got distracted. Should we buzz her again?” Kitsune asked.
Chapter 36
“We could…” Boyd started to say but was interrupted by the door sliding open.
