Dashing devil 5 bold beg.., p.49
Dashing Devil 5: Bold Beginnings, page 49
She paused and studied him. “Just what went into making a man like you?” She said this last in a tone of wonder.
“Regimented discipline, along with a constant demand that he improve,” Hope answered, her musical voice playing sad notes he didn’t like at all.
She continued, “Let’s not forget a sense of responsibility, adaptability in rapidly changing circumstances, and the perseverance to never give up no matter what odds he faced. All this was driven into him from childhood into adolescence. Then, each of those things were rigorously tested through his teens. My Lord was forced to struggle and fight to prove himself every day.”
Before Laura could focus in and start asking pointed questions about their upbringing, Boyd decided it was time to get his own gratitude out there.
“Those things gave me strength, yes. But it was each of you who made me the man I am today,” the big demon clarified, “not my upbringing. If I only had that, I would be a much colder person, sullen and angry. It is each of you who made me who I am.”
“And yes, he was including you in that Laura,” Mindy added in response to his trainee’s thoughts. “You may not be part of his harem—yet—but he already considers you a part of his family.”
“Yet?” Laura asked with a pleased grin and a raised eyebrow.
“This is an awfully heavy conversation for winding down.” Boyd changed the subject. “What does everyone think Daisy will make for the feast she promised as long as I don’t die?”
Laura let out a laugh, the glint in her eyes telling him that she was graciously allowing him to get away with his obvious change of subject. “Ah, yes, I was supposed to subtly ask you ladies what you think Boyd would like because he always answers with ‘whatever you feel like making’ when asked directly and ‘meat’ when asked what he likes best, so let’s pretend that I was subtle about it.”
Silvie let out her bell-like giggles, “The poor thing. Darling stubbornly refuses to form favorites, because once you form favorites you form predictable patterns. There isn’t one good answer to her question.”
“Silvie’s right,” Mindy confirmed, then she giggled. “Kuh-he! Except for exactly one food, that is. Silvie’s cookies are his favorite cookies.”
“Which is why none of you are allowed to make him cookies—except for Raev, who I taught my recipe and she has to follow it exactly.” Silvie stated this with firm sweetness. “If you want to make him cookies, come to me and I’ll show you how. Because as soon as one of you makes him a slightly different cookie, Boyd won’t have a favorite cookie anymore.”
Boyd was fairly sure he would just have two favorite kinds of cookies, but it didn’t seem to matter much in the face of his silver-haired love’s determined expression.
Raev let out her velvet chuckle, “It’s really not that complicated in this case. He’s going to like whatever she puts in front of him. If she wants to work at something, a nice slow-cooked cut of beef will do well, if she wants simple she could just throw a couple of big steaks on for him. I’m hoping she does ribs. I love that sweet sauce she makes.”
“Oooo, do you think she will do one of her salads?” Silvie gushed, “They keep getting better and better.” Boyd sat back and enjoyed listening in on the conversation he had spurred.
It started with each of his loves—and Laura, who he didn’t love but was coming to accept that he likely would someday—talking about what they would like to eat. Then they moved on to the certainty of his victory in the upcoming duel, followed by how they would like him to win and the expressions they hoped to see on the Blonde Buffoons face throughout the fight.
It moved on to more mundane topics from there, but that last burst of energy faded in Tinker, Mindy, and Laura at about the same time. His little inventor fell asleep against him, content amongst people she felt safe with.
Mindy smiled up at him sleepily, her amethyst eyes warm and relaxed. “Okay, you three,” she said, looking to his loves sitting together opposite them, “you should go get ready for him while he helps me and Tinker to bed and says goodnight. I think fifteen minutes should work for what you have planned.”
“Mhmm, fifteen minutes should work,” Silvie grinned eagerly as she began urging the others from their seats. “Let’s go, girls. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” To display just how eager she was, she blurred away down the hall that led to the master bedroom, taking the other two with her.
“Kuh-he,” Mindy giggled, “you’re in for a good time.”
“It sure seems that way,” Boyd grinned as he slowly lifted Tinker and stood, careful not to wake her up. “Let’s get you ladies in bed and hope that they let me get at least a little sleep.”
Chapter 51
As Boyd entered the master bedroom, he was greeted by a sight that made his heart race with anticipation. His three loves were all on the large custom bed set against the only solid wall of the room. Two of the walls in the corner bedroom were floor-to-ceiling windows that granted an even better view of two of their planet’s moons, one a sandy tan and the other a pale purple, skimming over the tops of the mountains as they chased each other across the night sky.
The room was illuminated by the radiance of multiple moons, making the recessed bulbs in the ceiling superfluous. Boyd couldn't help but pause and admire the stunning women who eagerly anticipated what was to come next.
Silvie and Hope had changed out of their gowns, although it was clear they were still aiming for elegance. Silvie’s hair was still intricately styled, with its golden beads accenting the silver locks that pulled back from her forehead. Hope’s golden waves were carefully pulled back from her face through some unknown means, while both of them still wore their expertly applied makeup. What they now wore left much less to the imagination, while still maintaining a sense of sophistication.
Hope was a celestial vision in a silver silk negligée that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her negligée had a plunging neckline that showcased her full breasts and clung to her hips. Its delicate lace hem grazed the tops of her thighs, showcasing her shapely legs that seemed to stretch for miles. The fabric shimmered under the moonlight, adding a seductive glow to the golden purity she always radiated.
While his angel looked heavenly, Silvie had obviously aimed to draw out his baser desires. The golden fabric of her lingerie-inspired peignoir was sheer and clung to her sun-kissed skin, accentuating every curve and muscle of her feminine form to perfection. It was a work of art that exuded sensuality and sophistication in equal measure, leaving him breathless. Both waited for him on their knees at the edge of the bed, posing together to best display their new ensembles.
“Hey, Big Guy,” Raev purred, drawing his attention as she approached. She was still in her alluring emerald gown, its high slits showing off her sculpted mile-long legs with each step. Her fiery hair framed her smirk, shimmering under the moonlight.
She sauntered up to him with a sultry smile, her emerald eyes sparkling mischievously. Raev's presence was like a flickering flame in the dimly lit room, drawing him in like a moth. When she reached him, she raised a slender hand to trace a teasing path along his chest, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in its wake.
"Do you think you’re ready for this?" Raev's velvet voice poured like honey laced with a hint of playful arrogance.
She knew the effect she had on him, and she reveled in it. Her confidence bordered on cockiness but was tempered by her genuine love.
And she wasn’t just referring to herself. “This will be the first time you’ve had three of us at once. You’ve gotten close with Mindy being okay with me and Silvie watching you two and then switching back to us, but this will be different.”
Boyd met Raev's challenge with a smoldering gaze, his demonic features accentuating the intensity as he reached out and pulled her close. His possessive touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a hunger within that matched his own.
"I think I can handle it," Boyd replied with a smirk, his voice laced with excitement.
His gaze flickered to Silvie and Hope, who were watching the exchange with eager anticipation. The air was thick with tension, charged with the promise of what was to come. Raev leaned into him, molding herself to his form as she put her lips temptingly close to his own.
They hovered just beyond his. “Good,” she whispered, her warm breath playing over his mouth, “Because you’re going to be up late tonight.”
His kitsune then leaned up to take his mouth with a smoldering kiss.
Her hands grasped his head and neck, her long nails digging lightly into his scalp as they roamed. Lucious lips pressed firmly into his while her tongue danced beyond them. It was so passionate that it drew the breath from his lungs and numbed his mind—enough so that his crafty kitsune was able to slip away from his firm grasp before he could think straight again.
She let out a velvet chuckle as she grabbed his lapel and started walking backwards, leading him to the others. Boyd followed without complaint.
“The first step is getting you out of that tux,” Raev purred. “As sexy as it is on you, it will only get in the way. Then, I want Hope to show me how she worships your cock. After that, I’m going to show her how to get you worked up enough to tear this dress off me and take me hard. I know Silvie has something special planned, but she wants to keep it a surprise.”
“You’ll love it though, Darling,” Silvie’s sweet voice was filled with the thrill he felt building on their Bond. “Promise.”
As soon as his vixen and he reached the bed, Hope and Silvie smoothly rose on their knees and together, all three of his lovers set about getting him out of the tuxedo. Boyd stood there speechless as he watched the three women work together, their hands deft and precise as they unbuttoned and unzipped his outfit. A shiver ran down his spine as they each took turns running their hands over his body.
As his clothes fell away, exposing his hard, muscular form, the women surrounded him and explored the feel of his flesh beneath their fingertips. Their eyes and fingers never left his body. The spellbinding sight of his beautiful harem in action left him completely aroused.
“You’re perfect, my Lord,” Hope breathed, her deep azure eyes shining with both innocence and a fervent desire to serve him. She took his arm and carefully guided him around to the side of the bed. “Please sit. Let my sisters and I take care of you.”
Boyd sat on the edge of the bed and Silvie floated around to come to rest on her knees behind him. She gently pushed his wings until he opened them enough for her cool and slender fingers to squeeze his shoulders and rub his neck.
“Mindy said you were on high alert for the whole gala, and it made your muscles tense.” Silvie leaned forward to whisper into his ear, “I’ll give you a neck and shoulder rub while they take care of another stiff… muscle.” She ended her quip with a bell-like giggle.
He let out a groan when she found a spot of tension.
“Mhmm, just relax, my Lord,” Hope said with a sweet murmur as she took Raev by the shoulders and guided her to stand between his legs. “Kneel sister, so we can help my Lord relax.”
“Mmmn,” Raev purred, her tails lazily brushing the angel’s wings behind her. Then she smirked and a challenge joined the heat in her emerald eyes. “Should I call you my Lord, too—Ahh!”
She was cut off by a smack! and a gasp that blended surprise with pleasure.
“No,” Hope stated firmly after spanking the vixen, “naughty girl. That’s not what this is about.” She switched to a sweeter tone before continuing. “You said you wanted to see what it was like to serve him the way I do. That means no challenging or teasing him, only willing service. Now kneel in your pretty dress and serve.”
“Yes ma’am,” Boyd could tell Raev wanted to inject some irony into her reply, but it came out far too breathy to sound ironic. She smoothly sank to her knees and reached to take his already rigid length in her long fingers to begin stroking him while staring up into his eyes.
Hope sank to her knees behind Raev with her wings trailing across the soft carpet behind her. The angel leaned forward to press her chest into the red-head’s back so she could watch over the other woman’s shoulder.
“Slow down a little, dear. You are used to trying to get him off or working him up until he takes you. This isn’t about either of those things. Right now, you are helping him relax. Yes, that’s better… gentler, yes… just like that… run your fingers tenderly along it instead of stroking it.”
Boyd let out a second groan as Silvie found another knot and shivered at the same time as Raev’s now much gentler fingers traced over a particularly sensitive spot. Hope gave her a few more pointers on how to move her fingers and hands before moving on to the next stage in what had become the angel’s morning ritual.
If not for Mindy, he would worry about the risk of it inflating his ego.
“Now nuzzle it, enjoy the feel of it against the sensitive skin of your face…”
Hope guided the vixen, who was already getting into the angel’s methods more than she’d expected. She did as instructed, testing how he felt against every part of her gorgeous face from every angle she could manage. And from what he sensed over their Bond, she enjoyed it all.
“Good, that’s very good. Now start using your lips, just soft and slow kisses.”
Raev complied, carefully planting soft, gentle kisses along the length of Boyd's erection. It dragged a long, low groan from his lips. At the sound, he sensed a little jealousy start to build in Hope, but it diminished almost instantly when she asked, “I know I am supposed to be showing you, but would you mind if I joined in and helped?”
“Of course not,” Raev purred, her emerald eyes locking on his own.
The two women shifted around until they were shoulder to shoulder, leaning in and partially facing each other. Their silken hair brushed against his thighs and their breath intermingled over the sensitive skin of his helmet. Together, they pressed slow, sensual kisses along his length, their lips lavishing attention on him.
Boyd reached out with both hands. One found Raev’s ears to gently scratch and rub, while the other sought Hope’s halo, carefully running a finger along the smooth, hot pink ring. Both women deeply enjoyed it.
Although Hope didn’t say anything, at the same time, they both started using their wet tongues to add to his pleasure.
They moved down his length together, his legs spreading wider of their own volition. The women were thorough, their tongues and lips gracing every inch of him. When they reached his base, they slowly worked their way back up together until they shared what amounted to a passionate kiss around the head of his cock.
Each of them kept a hand gently gliding along him.
Boyd let out a groan of pleasure as he jerked and twitched in their hands, pressed between their two mouths.
“Mmnnn,” both of them let out throaty sounds of enjoyment and continued the kiss for another long moment before separating. “Even your precum tastes good, my Lord,” Hope said sweetly as she turned her innocent big blue eyes up to his.
He had to remind himself that she now saw golden eyes looking back at her.
“You know, Big Guy, it feels like you’re giving us a little treat for being good," Raev said with a playful laugh. Then she purred, "But even if it wasn't so delicious, I would still enjoy being a good girl for you. That just makes it an added bonus.” Her makeup was mostly intact as she grinned up at him.
“I’m glad you enjoy it,” Boyd managed to say, his voice hoarse from the pleasure they gave him.
“Now, from here, you take him in your mouth,” Hope instructed, her tone somehow innocent despite the explicit instructions. “Nice and slow, savor the way he feels on your lips and tongue. Notice how warm he is. Take your time and enjoy all of it—every bit. Savor that special feeling when he pushes into your throat.”
“This is amazingly hot,” Silvie breathed close to his ear. She watched what was happening over his shoulder as her fingers rubbed the base of his neck.
“Yes, yes it is,” Boyd agreed, getting lost in the moment.
Raev got lost in it, too. Not finding the same thing Hope did in each action, but enjoying it nearly as much. It only got hotter when the angel and kitsune started taking turns and Hope showed off what her increased lung capacity and efficiency allowed. Every now and then, Boyd would reach down and scratch an ear or stroke a halo, causing one or the other to purr or moan around his length, fueling their fire.
Eventually, he reached his limit and his throbbing length signaled his impending release. His angel and vixen shared it in another passionate kiss, moaning their enjoyment. By the time they were done, their makeup clearly displayed the rough treatment it had been subjected to. They continued to kiss and lick at him until he came down, extending his euphoria and keeping their demon hard as steel.
Raev slowly came out of the near trance-like state she had entered and chuckled, “Okay, yeah, that most definitely has its merits. Did you enjoy it as much as I did, Big Guy?”
“More,” Boyd rumbled, staring down into his vixen’s emerald eyes where she knelt before him, “much more. But I love my playful, challenging vixen just as much as this tender, serving kitsune, so don’t go losing her on me.”
Chapter 52
Raev grinned, pressed one more kiss to the head of his cock, then gracefully hopped up to her feet. When she looked down at him, his angel was dreamily resting her head against his thigh and his still-hard cock.
“Well, shit,” she said with another velvet chuckle. “I obviously didn’t think this through. I wanted to do that in my pretty dress because I thought it would make it dirtier. I’m supposed to get you worked up to the point where you lose control, like our first time. I even went with the Tinker-made gown so it wouldn’t be a huge waste of credits when you ripped it off of me and she can recycle the material. But then we went and got you off together, so it will be difficult to get you that level of worked up.”
