Dashing devil 5 bold beg.., p.50
Dashing Devil 5: Bold Beginnings, page 50
“What you did before was to wake up the part of me that made up my Gestalt,” Boyd gave her his devilish grin as he carefully guided Hope from between his legs. “It’s just that now that part is always awake.”
He lifted his angel to the bed beside him with his tail. “Now, if you want that side of me, all you have to do is ask,” he rumbled before reaching out to hook his fingers into the deep neckline of her beautiful green gown. It certainly looked like it was expensive, and ripped just like an expensive gown would as he tore it from her with a sharp yank.
“Oh!” Raev gasped in surprise, eyes going wide as they tracked to the emerald scraps of her dress before he tossed them aside, grabbed the sexy little thong she wore under it, and ripped that away as well.
“Oh… wait…”
She gasped as his tail shot out to loop around her waist and casually lifted her. “OH, Yes!” she cried when his hands moved up to guide her legs around his thighs as he smoothly brought her down on his still hard length. All six of her fox tails went stiff and fluffed up behind her as her ears stuck straight up in the air.
Raev didn't take long, given how worked up she’d gotten during their Tangos and then worshipping their Lord’s cock together with his angel. The deliberate and steady movements of his manhood stoked that arousal to a fever pitch. And, of course, Boyd cheated.
With his tail, he subtly shifted the slant of her hips as she came down on him each time until he hit the perfect angle. With each thrust, he delved deep into her core and ground himself onto and across her g-spot, igniting fiery sensations throughout his foxy lover’s body. Just as she thought she couldn't possibly take anymore, he ground her pelvis against him as he captured her lips and plundered her mouth with his tongue.
Raev shattered with a powerful climax that seemed to consume her whole being. “Yesssssss!” she hissed before pulling herself to him and biting down on his shoulder as she began to quiver and shake in his arms, her arms and legs clutching at him as her tails flicked back and forth spasmodically.
She didn’t release her grip—with her hands, thighs, pussy, or teeth—until she came down from her glorious high, keeping him seated deeply inside of her. “Ohhh, yeah,” she said once she was satisfied. “That’s the good stuff… exactly what I needed and was hoping for.”
She pushed back from Boyd with her hands on his chest and pouted up at him. “It’s missing something if I don’t get to play the vixen first, though. Not that I didn’t love that amazing orgasm, but I’m supposed to drive us both crazy—not just have you push all my buttons the right way and teleport me there.”
“That’s fine,” Boyd rumbled. “But be careful what you wish for… I suppose I’ll just have to save ‘teleporting you there’ for when you beg and plead for it.”
“So not fair,” Raev grumbled as she ground against his lap. “Part of the fun is revving us both up so hard that you do it before I can ask—you just have to let me tease you, first.”
“Um,” Hope said from beside him, her halo pulsing a deep pink though she still looked the very picture of innocence. “Could I also ask for you to rip my clothes off and fuck me roughly?”
Boyd let out a rumbling chuckle, “Of course my fallen angel.”
Raev smoothly slid from his lap, with Silvie helping her lie down beside him as his first Devoted stroked her hair. He sensed her excitement, although she felt like she was waiting her turn. Once his vixen was settled, his tail snaked out and coiled around his angel’s waist.
“Thank you my, Lor—Oh!”
She gasped the same as Raev had when his tail shot up the front of her gown, coming out between her breasts. It tore away her white negligée, revealing that she had forgone underwear.
“Yes, please!” she begged when he lifted her as easily as Raev.
But instead of pulling her down on him, he rose to meet her. “Float,” Boyd commanded as he leaned her torso back. Her white wings shot out instantly, fixing in place to hold her in position. “Good girl.” He lined himself up against her perfect womanhood and slid into her with a steady but firm motion.
“Oh, thank yooUUU!”
Her thanks turned into a cry of pleasure as he sank into her. Hope moaned deeply, her head lolling back with her legs clutching his waist as he pumped in and out of her, setting a rapidly building tempo. Her amazing breasts swayed up and down her chest with each thrust, drawing his hands to them like a magnet.
Boyd cupped them, playing his fingers and thumb across her diamond-hard nipples.
“Yes! Yes, my Lord!” she cried in her musical voice. Hope lifted her head so she could lock her azure eyes on his golden irises. Her own hands came up to clasp his wrists, pulling his hands more firmly against her pillowy breasts.
“Please, please fuck me harder! Please!” she begged.
Boyd obliged his angel's request, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. Each one sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, causing her wings to flutter slightly, her weight temporarily settling on his hips and waists before her wings locked out again and fixed her in place.
He sensed awe across his Bonds with both Silvie and Raev. Their eyes remained locked on Boyd’s demonic features as he mercilessly ravished his angel.
"I'm gonna cum!" Hope whined, her voice high-pitched and breathless. "Oh, yes! Yes! Harder! Make me wail!"
He started moving faster, their bodies slapping together with increasing intensity. The room filled with the rhythmic sounds of their lovemaking, punctuated by Hope's less than angelic shouts and begging. Every moan and groan spurred him on, pulling and dragging him closer to the edge.
Suddenly, Hope's wings flared out behind her, their glow intensifying as she reached the peak of her pleasure. A burst of golden energy erupted from her, wrapping around them all in a warm embrace. Hope’s thighs, hands, and inner walls clutched at him, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to maintain eye contact. He waited for her grip to loosen a little before depositing her on the bed next to Raev and Silvie who both now regarded him with a mix of awe and lust.
“Forget my previous idea,” Silvie giggled. “I want what they had, Darling. Leave the sexy gold gown on me though, I like how it feels. Cut all my Powers but my durability and really give it to me—even harder than you could with them because I can take it.”
“I don’t think I can… Oh? It seems I can,” Boyd reached down their Bond and set his tether, disrupting her control of her Power but leaving active her nigh invulnerability. He couldn’t do it with anyone but one of his loves, and he couldn’t think of another context in which it would be useful. But now he knew he could selectively control access to their powers.
As he said this, he reached out with his tail and snaked it around Silvie’s waist, lifting her to him. One hand went to her hips to control their motions, with the other reaching around to support her shoulders while his tail around her toned midriff supported most of her weight. She was arched over the bed, but only her long silver hair touched it.
“Take me, Darling,” Silvie purred up at him, “be rough with me.” Her arms rose to rest on his shoulders as he held her more upright than he had with Hope.
"You want me to be rough, my love?" he rumbled, his voice deep and seductive. "Very well." With that, he thrust into her, hilting himself in a single push and then started giving her as much as she could take.
“Yes, Darlliinnng,” she half whined.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders as firmly as her currently unpowered strength would allow. Her bright blue eyes stared up into his golden orbs, pupils narrowing in desire, before releasing another breathy plea. "Please take me, Darling—harder!"
Boyd let out a growl as he began thrusting into her, his wings flared out behind him to provide balance so he could really put his hips into it. His black and crimson wings gently stirred the air as he thrust into his love with a newfound intensity. Silvie's toned muscles flexed beneath him as he thrust into her with more force than anyone with less than A-ranked durability could take. She threw her head back and her hair thrashed the bed as she whipped it back and forth. His first Devoted let out high cries and tight, little moans.
Silvie suddenly let out a louder cry of pleasure that vibrated through the room, her voice joining the sounds of their lovemaking that thumped through the room like an Old Earth helicopter from the movies. She raised her head to stare at him, begging though his powerful thrusts, “Harder, Dar-ling. M-make me f-feel every-thing.”
Boyd let out muted roar, responding to his love's desires. He sensed her limits and knew how much more she could take. He used his Powered strength to its fullest, hammering his hips into her as he pulled her back against him, really driving home the thrusts. With each powerful crash of his hips, Silvie's body responded. Her head thrashed from side to side as her long silver hair whipped around. She let out a high whine of pleasure, almost keening as her voice climbed higher and higher, echoing off the walls of the room.
“Almost there!” Silvie's toned body arched in a bow, her gasps and keening cry filling the room as her long silver hair swished against the bed beneath her.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, YES!”
When Boyd’s first Devoted reached her climax, it was a powerful one that exploded within her like a firework of passion. The intensity of it was so great, that her body locked up. Silvie twitched and writhed in pleasure like she had been jolted by a massive electric current as she surrendered to the power of their connection.
Boyd followed her over the edge, filling his silver-haired goddess with thick ropes of his seed as his cock pulsed within her. He dragged her close and held her tight before collapsing forward with Silvie under him. He stayed buried within her as they came down from their high together.
As Boyd and Silvie lay entwined, surrounded by the scent of their passion, Raev approached with a mischievous grin.
"I'm next," she announced, reaching out to caress Silvie's face. "But first, you need to clean up a little." She bent down and pulled him out of Silvie to give their demon’s cock a lick and suckle, cleaning it of some of Silvie’s and his juices.
“I would like to go again after her,” his angel added in a hopeful tone.
Boyd chuckled, glad that he had a few hours before lights out to get enough sleep to be rested for a big day tomorrow.
Chapter 53
The day was clear, at least at this altitude. A trick of the mountains and the ocean winds caused there to be plenty of oxygen, but Valor Vista was at a decent altitude. The clouds were like an ocean of shadows. Gliding beneath the mountain-side battleground, they provided an ominous and foreboding presence. Occasional flashes from within the dark clouds paired with rumbles of thunder, further added to the ambiance.
The air was mostly still with just a nice, pleasant breeze on this side of the mountain. The higher winds broke upon the other side, slowly wearing away at the jagged deep blue and bright green stone the mountains were made up from. Boyd bet in a few million years this mountain range would become even more beautiful beaches once the high winds had broken them down. That was long term though—very long term.
He should be focusing on the here and now. He may not respect his opponent much, but the man he had pushed well past his breaking point possessed a dangerous Powerset, with which he would shortly attempt to kill the demon Changed. Boyd stared the Blonde Buffoon down as the two of them stood across from one another on a sand-filled field.
This time, there was no screaming audience of thousands, no VIP boxes, concession stands, or hype-building announcers. There were stands—of a sort—carved into the side of the deep blue stone of the mountain. Other than a few Directors and Heroes whose responsibilities didn’t require them to return to their posts the day after the gala, there were very few physical spectators.
Kayla was present with two dozen camera drones. Laura, Director Davis, Royce, and The Devoted were all present. Other than that, there was only Victory Seeker who sat resignedly at the back of the stands beside fifteen reporters who had been covering the gala and who had been selected to cover the duel.
Even the rest of Eden’s Protectors hadn’t bothered to stick around. They were already attempting to distance themselves from the now toxic-to-their-careers former captain. Boyd had been surprised to learn that the rest of the team, while assholes, were guilt-free in all the ways that mattered. He was sure they would find it difficult to transfer to another team and would eventually drop out of the Heroes—which was simply karma for their being assholes as far as he was concerned.
Only Archangel’s second, who turned out to be fucking Cobolto, remained from his former team. Boyd had confirmation that his former PAC-mate was involved in the Ascended Coalition but hadn’t been able to link him to any actionable crimes. Officially, he had been transferred to Eden’s Protectors the night before, likely for the sole purpose of acting as Archangel’s second.
Boyd wondered what drove Cobolto to do it, as he was pretty much throwing his career away for no reason. Even if Archangel pulled off a win, they would both lose in the end.
He stood in a white with blue accents Hero suit in the second’s box behind the Blonde Buffoon, leveling a confident sneer at Boyd. It made the big demon vaguely nostalgic for his not-so-good days at the PAC. Cobolto had convinced more than a few boys to challenge Boyd to a duel and had always acted as their second back in the day.
Silvie had always volunteered to be his second for duels back then and, because the rules required that he have one, he’d had no choice but to accept—though he’d been in his idiot phase and had otherwise done everything he could to distance himself from her back then. Now, he was more than happy to have the silver-haired-bombshell back him up. He would be thrilled to have her in his corner, even if she wasn’t a powerhouse who could level the mountain if she wanted to.
He shot her a big smile over his shoulder as well as sending the feeling down their Bond of his happiness to have her there. She was glorious as she flashed him her biggest happy smile, floating above her square of sand in her Hero suit with her bright silver hair and its half skirt fluttering in the gentle breeze. She seemed all the brighter standing there in the sun a few minutes before it reached its zenith.
The sun seemed more powerful at this elevation as it beat down on them, like a blazing deity gazing down on them from the heavens. Boyd had his wings spread wide and angled for a standing glide. The black upper surface caught as many of the rays as it could—or, more specifically, it caught the Power granting motes of energy they contained. He could swear he almost felt them hitting the surface and being absorbed by his dark wings. It was a moment where time slowed down, and he locked the image of Silvie as she was now away in his memories.
The moment was interrupted when Director Blackwall’s voice called out, “There is one minute until noon… combatants, prepare yourselves. We have covered the rules and will begin at exactly twelve o’clock, local time.”
Boyd pulled out the spear that Tinker had made just for the occasion from where he had driven the point into the soft sand of the battle grounds. It didn’t have a blade, instead having a long, narrow pointed tip with a blunted ball on the other end, both made with obsidian. The haft was shining steel with obsidian inlaid the length of it in a crisscrossing pattern. He looked over the minimalistic yet beautiful weapon one more time before taking a centering breath and locking his sharp eyes on his opponent. His wings retracted to about a quarter of their full extension and he pushed his Black Flame into his spear, wings, hands, feet, tail, horns, and eyes all at once.
The demon had opted to go with his original set of Tinker-made armor for the duel, sans the propulsion pack. He had not trained enough with the device to use it the way he would like to in a fight like this, so had decided to fall back on the physical abilities he had been honing for as long as he could remember. His sword was sheathed at his hip and his shield was in its slung position on his back, should he need them.
He planned to end it with just the spear.
Archangel's golden armor gleamed in the sunlight, with its intricately detailed feathery design that seemed almost to move with the wind. The pristine white suit he wore underneath it contrasted sharply with the gilded armor. The man stood out against the backdrop of green-striped, blue mountains. His six golden wings glowed as they slowly flexed behind his back, an energy sword made of the same blazing gold in each hand.
“Are you ready to die, Corruptor?” Archangel's words cut through the tense silence like a blade. “To have your evil deeds exposed to all who watch? Today your twisted nature will be revealed for what it truly is.”
Boyd smirked back at him, meeting blue eyes that looked a little off, pinpointing and shifting around too rapidly, with his darkly burning gaze. Between the effect of the gold-edged shining crown he wore and Boyd pushing him out of his delusions into the cold starkness of reality, it seemed Archangel might be breaking.
It made him dangerous in his unpredictability, though it also made it that much more likely he would make a mistake.
“What, nothing to say for yourself?” the Blonde Buffoon continued to press. His confident expression twisted into a scowl of malice. “Nothing to say about trying to sully my image? Me?! One you should bow down and worship as a god! Not that I would accept your worship, you Changed scum! You’re not even good enough to die on my blade. Just know that you have forced this situation by attempting to besmirch my good name!”
Boyd just continued to smile at the fool, knowing that he didn’t need to do anything to drive this man further over the edge. He had obviously gone well past that point already, likely losing sight of the edge sometime overnight. The big demon tensed his muscles as Blackwall began the five-second countdown, and then dove into a roll the moment he said ‘Start!’
Sand flew around Boyd, kicked up by his roll, as the pseudo angel used his flash ability to teleport behind where Boyd had been standing. He had already begun swinging all three of the wings on his right side in a sweeping motion, attacking low, mid, and high all at once. It would have caught the big demon by surprise and might have cost him a limb or his neck with a failed block had the demon not dived ten feet outside of their range.
