Chapter 2: chapter 2
Ethan (Assault), April 9th, 2011.
"The Undersiders did what?"
It was a testament to the sheer breadth of experience that PRT ENE had gone through the course of its life that its director, Emily Piggot, only asked the question incredulously and not in shock.
'But I can't say the same for others.'
Triumph, in particular, looked ashen beneath his helmet as did Aegis, the Wards ENE leader since Triumph's graduation last year.
"Aw shucks," Ethan spoke up. "Can I get Battery and I transfers to Arizona?" he asked with a grin, and his puppy kicked him on the side of his leg. He tilted his head to her, and found her glaring at him.
Director Piggot ignored him. "Let me get this straight," the chubby director said, looking like the very essence of exasperation and tiredness. "The Undersiders, a group of teenage cape thieves, decided that sneaking into Wyrm's Lair was a good thing they should do, and came out of it with loot. Wyrm was understandably pissed and chased after them, engaging them at multiple points across Docks South before driving them out of his territory."
"Yes, ma'am," Armsmaster answered rhetorical statements.
"And we didn't learn about it until today?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"So then who the fuck are the idiots who were assigned to watch Wyrm's hideout, and why are they not here?" she growled.
"Agent Michaels and Agent Camberhaust died in Wyrm's first engagement with the Undersiders."
Piggot sighed, though it sounded more like a grunt.
"Fucking idiots," she whispered. She then spoke up louder. "So Wyrm hasn't done anything since he ousted the Undersiders from his territory?" she asked.
"No," Armsmaster replied.
Ethan shivered at the thought of Wyrm rampaging across the city. After what the world saw at the Canberra Endbringer Battle, everyone knew that Wyrm was on par with the likes of the Triumvirate and the Endbringers. Some even argued that he was stronger than the Triumvirates as a whole, considering that the Simurgh removed him from the battlefield rather than fight him like it did with the Triumvirate.
'What did it say about Wyrm,' many argued. That the Simurgh refused to fight it?'
Coupled with exactly four sites of Wyrm's "Danmaku" - Japanese word meaning "bullet curtain" because it was a Japanese cape that first named it - attacks that showed exactly how powerful each of those blasts were compared to the literal thousand Wyrm used in the combat, this idea that Wyrm was stronger than the Triumvirate was credible.
Which made any fighting Wyrm might enact upon Brockton Bay that much worse.
A single of his Danmaku bullet blew up an entire suburban home to oblivion.
What could a thousand do in the center of the city?
"You know, would the dragon be happy if we caught the Undersiders and tossed them in jail? Just because he didn't push out of his territory doesn't mean that he's not angry. If someone pushes him over the edge…"
The meeting room fell silent at his remark.
"Wow, Assault said something valuable to a meeting," Miss Militia joked.
He whipped his head towards her and gawked.
"You made a joke!" he squealed.
Battery stomped on his foot.
Piggot ignored him and Battery's byplay as well as his comments.
"... If jailing the Undersiders or even taking them out of the city makes Wyrm compliant or even docile, then it is something that we will focus on," she said. "Armsmaster, please note that the Undersiders have been moved up on the priority list of capes to be arrested and moved out of state."
"Is that wise, ma'am?"
'I don't think she wants to hear that from you,' Ethan thought with a wince.
"Unless you want to fight Wyrm?"
"I do have a few projec-"
"Without causing massive collateral damage that may or may not see our city condemned?"
"... No. Not yet."
"Please repeat to me the Watchdog's analysis on Wyrm."
Armsmaster looked upset.
"Very well," he said before he pulled up something on his helmet HUD. "Wyrm, S class threat. Appraiser stated 'black,' Eleventh Hour stated '10' which is higher than Nilbog, Cadgar stated four words which is one more word than Ashbeast, and Funguy the Fungi -"
"We have a hero named Funguy the Fungi in the Protectorate?" Ethan whispered in awe. "How is this not the biggest news since Dragon!?"
"- stated continental," Armsmaster finished with a wince.
"What does the last one mean?" Aegis asked. "I've never heard of … Funguy."
"New Watchdog member," Piggot grunted out. "Supposedly, his Thinker power lets him categorize information in terms of area affected by looking at an image of the person in question. Continental was never used before Wyrm."
An uneasy silence filled the room.
"Continental?" Miss Militia asked with a frown.
"Each of the Endbringers was projected as regional."
"Before he was blasted away by the Simurgh," Piggot added. "Wyrm was recorded to have reached the length of nearly two hundred feet, and projections of his growth hadn't slowed down once since he entered the fight that day."
With that, she brought out a folder labeled with "Classified: Clearance Level Director."
"This never leaves the room, do you understand? If you break this, then you will just simply disappear," Piggot hissed out. "If you think you can't keep the secret, then step out of the office."
Aegis was the first one. He left in a hurry.
Velocity was the next and last.
Piggot sighed and opened the folder. On it was a single costumed face that too many people were familiar with.
"Chevalier?" Miss Militia uttered in confusion.
"He has a secondary power that lets him see a parahuman's trigger event or the manifestations of powers."
Everyone, including Ethan, understood just how bad that could be. Chevalier's very power went against the Unwritten Rules. Even if the man was genial to a fault, there were villains who wouldn't put their trust in heroes.
"And?" Armsmaster asked, and Ethan hadn't even realized that the man was leaning in.
"Chevalier saw Wyrm's full manifestation. And he could not see the head or the tail. This was the reason why he could not participate during the Canberra Endbringer battle after Wyrm's appearance." She paused to let that fact sink in. "There is a chance that Wyrm himself does not know of this because we have no data of anything like him showing up anywhere in the world. He may even be a fresh trigger from Canberra itself, but the point is, we can't afford to escalate; he'll win unless we nuke him."
"If nuking would have worked, wouldn't the Simurgh have tried that with her tinkertech?" Ethan couldn't help but jibe, only to shut up and really think about his own words. His light and casual attitude began to drop until he only had a blank stare as he contemplated that very question.
Would it have worked?
If Chevalier's secondary power worked as told, then it would mean that Wyrm could be really big. Like island big. Like city-big. Due to the necessities of his power, Ethan had a good grasp of physics, including measurements; he knew instinctively how much he was releasing not in numbers but in "feels," but the government couldn't have a hero who "felt" his way to battle and so they made him learn proper math and physics.
God, it was high school all over again.
… But if his rough calculation was right - and Armsmaster should have one better - then …
If Chevalier couldn't see Wyrm's full manifestation because it had grown beyond what his sight could see, then Wyrm had to stretch beyond three miles.
Three miles.
Three miles of flesh that could not be cut, could not be harmed by even Simurgh's tinkertech, and might not be the last of Wyrm's growth.
Everyone else in the room seemed to have come to the same conclusion as him.
'Oh shit.'
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Taylor, April 9th, 2011.
Wyrm's Lair
Taylor tried to calm herself down, taking slow breaths in and out, but it was futile.
Her face lit up with a blush even as she teared up in embarrassment and anger at what was to come.
Before he absconded her to his lair, Wyrm had taken her to her very house discreetly (as discreetly as a dragon could) and managed to talk with her dad privately. He did this as a human and not a dragon, so Taylor got to finally look at Wyrm's face.
He had dark brown hair verging on black, black eyes, sharp chin but normal jaws, a turned-up nose with low nose bridge, and normal lips.
He might have looked attractive, and he was more attractive than most people she'd seen, but the ever scowling face made him look scary, and considering what he intended to do with her, he was scary.
She didn't know what they talked about, and any insect that tried to listen in was either not in the house or too small. Wyrm also made the room he and dad talked in soundproof, somehow, so she couldn't listen in.
After an hour of frustrating wait, dad came out looking defeated… and told her that it was up to her.
She'd thought he would reject. He was supposed to reject him.
Dad was supposed to have said no, stood between her and the monster, and showed her that he cared!
In anger, she told him she would go with Wyrm, and left her dad's house in tears after gathering only a small backpack full of clothes.
And now she was here, sitting still in her costume on Wyrm's really soft bed inside his massive underground bedroom in the deepest part of his lair. On her way down, she'd noticed a lot of things.
But none of those mattered because Wyrm was going to fuck her soon. Literally.
She bit her lower lip in frustration. She wanted to wail and shout at the unfairness of it all. She wanted to be a hero, goddamnit!
There was a click, and Wyrm came out of his bathroom with only a towel around his waist.
She blushed and looked away. Wyrm just chuckled before he walked up to the bed. She crept away from him as he climbed on top of the bed, letting go of his towel.
Then she glimpsed at him - AT HIS FACE - and realized that Wyrm had to be around her age if only a little older than her. Maybe 18?
"Taylor Hebert," he said her name with a drawl as if he was tasting it. "Taylor," he hummed. "I like it."
She blushed hotter and felt the massive room that was cold moments before feel like an oven.
She scowled at him but didn't say anything.
Her momentary pause was enough for him to catch up to her, and he pushed her down gently as he hovered over her.
"Taylor, I want you to understand that I could have taken you violently on that street mere hours ago," Wyrm crooned, showing a bit of his shark teeth as he spoke. "I could have done a lot of things but I went out of my way to give you options and openings, so I'd like for you to work with me too."
She gritted her teeth and glared up at him. She wanted to refuse him, tell him that he would have killed her otherwise, but did she have a choice here?
A real choice? He was going to take her v-virginity, and he was flat out telling her that he had no problem violating her roughly.
She felt tears roll down from her eyes and down her cheek. She thought she would be with someone special. Not like this…!
"What do you want?"
He just grinned. "For now, just hug me."
Reluctantly, she laid down her opened her arms up towards him, and he leaned down. Her arms twitched as she forced herself to wrap her arms around his shoulders - very broad and muscular shoulders - and onto his back - hard and smooth back. Her breath hitched when she felt her admittedly very small chest touched his chest, and her blush came back with revenge, spreading everything to her body. Everything felt hot!
She whimpered as she felt his arms dig under her and wrap around her. She closed her eyes and then yelped when she felt him pull both of them up. It was only then that she realized she was now straddling him.
Taylor froze when she felt his thing pressing against the bottom of her costume, and then whimpered as she felt his finger found her costume's back zipper and began to slowly pull it down.
His other hand cupped the back of her head as he pulled back. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt herself be leaned forward-.
Brush. His lips brushed against hers.
She whimpered pathetically. God, she was pathetic.
"Just enjoy this, Taylor," he whispered to her as he began to peel her costume off of her. "Enjoy becoming a woman." He pushed her back down, pulling her costume off of her arms and then pulled them off of her. Without a care, he tossed her months worth of work aside. She would have protested if she didn't see his eyes roam over her naked - and sweaty - body. He ignored the bruise on her chest - the bruise that he made - and instead roamed his eyes slowly, as if he engrave her very image into his mind, up and down.
She shivered and quickly crossed an arm over her chest and a hand to cover herself below.
He grabbed her wrists into one of his hands and pinned them above her head. Then she watched, a little in horror and a little in what she feared was arousal, as his free hand snaked down there and-!
"Unngh!" she moaned as his fingers brushed against her clit. Her legs tried to close but his body blocked their way. Her back arched as his finger began to lightly rub against her-! She bit down on her lower lip, refusing to moan to his ministration.
Her eyes teared up as he began to rub her faster.
Then-.
She gasped his fingers entered into her fold, slipping through because of how wet she was.
God, was she this much of a whore? Getting wet from a person who was literally forcing himself on her?
She wanted to cry, damn it.
She tried to get out of this hold, but her legs were pulled aside and her wrists were pinned above her head.
His fingers pushed deeper, and he rubbed at her walls as he dragged them back out. She shuddered from how good it felt and then hiccuped and gasped as he pushed his fingers back in.
Abruptly, Wyrm picked up pace and began to piston his fingers!
"Ah ah AH AH-!" Taylor moaned, unable to stop herself. She hated herself for being so weak! "No, th-this is too much! I don't-!"
Wyrm leaned down and caught her lips with his, and her eyes flew open as she felt his tongue pushed into her open mouth. Instinctively, she bit down but against him, it did nothing. Instead, his tongue pushed her tongue, leaving sticky connections everywhere. She tasted him. Oh God, she was kissing someone! Wyrm was French-kissing her!
Her eyes began to roll up and over as her mouth and vagina was assaulted. The heat, the smell, and the sensation was beginning to overwhelm her.
'Oh God, oh God, oh G-!'
"MMMHHHHH!" she screamed into his mouth as she climaxed from his fingers. Her back arched and she pushed herself against Wyrm unknowingly before she collapsed, slowly coming down from her first sexual high.
Seemingly satisfied with what he'd done to her, Wyrm broke the kiss and moved to hover over her.
Her hazed eyes saw black spots in her vision even as her body trembled from her … c-climax.
"Now, we get to the fun part," he said as he pulled back. He grabbed and lined himself up with her, and she watched helplessly as he began to slide in.
Taylor jolted as she felt his dick push into her, and she tried to get up, but her arms shook from her very recent and first ever climax. She pushed herself up, only to fall back down as she slipped.
Wyrm took this chance to push himself deeper even as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms forever, keeping her pinned to her own body.
"AHHH!" Taylor screamed when she felt him penetrate deep into her, stretching her in places she didn't even know she had. He filled her up, and she hissed as he broke through her hymen. She tightened around him without meaning to, and he moaned throatily.
Her breath hitched when she heard that chest rumbling noise of pleasure. She didn't have time to contemplate why she felt good about eliciting that response from Wyrm of all people, because he began to pull out, leaving her with a surprisingly heady, tightening, and ecstatic feeling.
Taylor moaned, unable to stop herself, and then she whimpered when he almost removed himself out of her.
She mewled when he slammed himself back into her.
He rotated his hips, and her hips bucked along with him. She gasped and moaned as the head of his dick seemed to scrap all around her walls.
Then he stopped after pushing himself fully in her. Sitting there with his back straight and looking down at her, he looked … attractive.
Even if he was forcing himself on her.
He grinned, flashing his teeth, and she shivered.
"You're mine, now. My woman."
Then he pulled out and slammed back into her, pushing against the deepest part of her.
Taylor hiccuped and moaned as Wyrm's dick pushed deep into her again, far more than he had last time.
Wyrm wiggled his hips, and she groaned at a small explosion of sensation. "W-Wait, too much…!" she whimpered as he pumped her for what her un-womanly body was worth. Laying down as she was, his incessant thrusts bounced her up and down the bed, and she cried out like a bitch.
"Y-Yes, m-more! More!" she moaned out like a whore.
God, this was pathetic.
She hated herself.
Taylor cried as he grabbed each of her thighs and used them as leverage to better reach into her with his dick. Her back arched as she felt his dick begin to slip in and out of her almost without her able to determine how fast he was going. With her hands finally free, she grabbed the bedcover and pulled.
Her flat chest was still breasts, and they bounced up and down just a tiny bit as Wyrm mercilessly -!
Abruptly, he let go of her thighs and pulled himself on top of her. She squeaked as his chest landed on top of hers, and her legs were spread out to the side. She whimpered as his lips claimed her lips again while he caught her hands with his hands, pinning them at her neck level and to the side.
Then he began to piston.
If what he was doing before was fast, then this was breakneck thrusting.
Her eyes widened and she screamed into his mouth. Her ass felt like it was on fire from how he was pounding her with his crotch, and pleasure began to override her senses in everything. She screamed ecstatically as his dick molded her vagina to his shape with each thrust, scrapping the walls above and smoothing the walls below as the sides of her walls were simulated endlessly by his fat dick.
Her eyes rolled in her head as she finally lost herself to the pleasure.
Finally, he pounded down and stopped.
Spurt. Spurt.
She choked on his tongue even as she climaxed herself, pushed over the edge by his hot semen painting the deepest portions of her vagina, claiming her as his. Today was by no means a safe day. If she was fully aware of herself, then she would have done a lot in her power to stop it from happening, but she wasn't in her right mind; she experienced the bliss of sex without constraint with someone who was more experienced than her and wasn't afraid to make her first night on the bed "memorable."
His hands had let go of her hands some time ago and his arms now wrapped around her, keeping her in a vice grip as her back arched as his dick pushed deeper even as he continued to shoot his seeds.
Finally, it was over.
Taylor felt her body explosively relax like a marionette with her strings, but her legs were kept spread by the obstacle that was Wyrm's waist and his thighs kept her thighs up in the air. She laid there, savoring her first night even as she realized that he'd ejaculated inside of her.
He unwrapped his arms and pushed himself off of her, putting a hand on the bed by each side of her shoulder. He looked down at her, sweaty as she was, satisfied and triumphant.
She laid there, defeated and claimed yet somehow, it didn't feel as bad as it should have.
"Don't worry," he said as he caressed her cheeks. "We'll be raising any baby we make together."
Taylor couldn't take it anymore. She fell unconscious with that word at the forefront of her mind.
Baby.
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