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Just As Planned (Catalog SI, Worm Start) by Throwaway1971

Books » Private Rated: M, English, Parody & Romance, Words: 154k+, Favs: 136, Follows: 153, Published: Aug 6, 2024 Updated: Dec 3, 2024

3Chapter 2: Worm 2

A/N: This chapter usurped some of my original plans, so I altered the initial build very slightly. Specifically, I spent 5 of my leftover credits on Sticky Fingers; it's been added to the previous post. I would have just bought it in-story, but...well.

Some feedback on that scene would be appreciated, since it's my first foray into this side of writing.

I awoke to darkness, and comfort. My sleep had been both deep and dreamless, which was...a bit unusual, but I was grateful for the clear-headedness. Dreams always left me muddied in the morning.

I chose to take some time to appreciate my position – soft skin against my back, arms gently wrapped around my torso, wings caressing my body – and enjoy the way the Simurgh's feathers teased against my skin. I would have expected them to feel different; after all, the Endbringers were allegedly made of some type of crystal-lattice, but...her wings managed to somehow be soft and gentle without tickling my skin like an actual feather might.

Is that because of the Stamp and Company bullshit, or is it because of the Simurgh and Entity bullshit?

Her torso shifted slightly against my back in the way I'd come to associate with laughter, and I realized something. "You're awake – or, no, you didn't sleep to begin with. Were you..." There were many questions I had in mind. Many things I wanted to ask.

They all made room for the most pressing one, as I felt two stiff nubs rubbing against my back:

When did the Simurgh get nipples?

As I blinked in confusion, the wings around me slowly folded and peeled back from my body, exposing me to the darkened bedroom. She'd set the lights to be dim enough not to cause any eye strain, while also being bright enough to see – as expected, I guess.

No, I'm distracted. I slowly pushed myself up on my hands and turned to find the Simurgh propping herself up slightly, leaving my eyes perfectly level with her chest.

I licked my lips, once. There were, indeed, nipples. Which I was absolutely certain had not existed the day before; I'd gotten a pretty good look at her chest on...several occasions yesterday.

...They were cute. An even paler white than the skin surrounding them, making me briefly remember art of snow elves, or yuki-onna, or other fantastical races. I'd always had a thing for pale skin, but seeing it in person was...

Slowly, deliberately, she pushed her chest out. A few centimeters, nothing drastic, but with intent. I glanced up at her face, which remained completely impassive as she stared at me with those blank eyes of hers.

My eyes flicked back down. I wanted to. I really wanted to. On one hand, she seemed to be giving me tacit permission – and if these hadn't existed yesterday, why else would they exist today? On the other hand, I was considering playing with the Simurgh's breasts, a fantasy previously reserved for degenerates on PHO.

I licked my lips again, only just now realizing I'd lowered my face to be closer to her chest. "Can...can I...?"

She responded by pushing her chest up towards me again. Slowly, subtly, but deliberately.

I chose to take that as permission, and slid my hands up, pushing her breasts up slightly as I let my fingers sink into the underside. They were...soft, but firm. Firmer than they had any right to be at that size – and it wasn't as if they were big, proportionally, but the Simurgh was fifteen feet tall. Even medium-sized tits at that size dwarfed anything I had experience with.

I let myself enjoy the softness as I pushed them up and together, sliding my hands along their curve until I could take her nipples between my fingers. My eyes glanced up out of habit, checking for an expression, old reflexes making me look for feedback to adjust what I was doing even in her blank face –

– but her face wasn't completely blank. Her lips had parted slightly, and I suspected it was only the fact that she didn't breathe that prevented a small gasp. I knew that face, after all, and my mind filled in the blank with that gentle breath of surprise.

I smiled. I should have guessed. I amcheating a bit, after all.

Emboldened, I leaned in, gently rolling and teasing her nipples between my thumbs and fingers as I toyed with the flesh around them. Squeezing them, feeling the way they pushed back against my fingers, watching them as they followed the motion of my hands. Eyes watching her face, I placed a small kiss at the base of her breast, trailing more upwards towards the peak.

Her brow was furrowed, just barely, in something that might have been confusion. Her lips were still parted, but not static – her mouth opened and closed by degrees, as though she were trying to speak but wasn't able to.

It was hot as fuck. Even knowing intellectually that she didn't speak anyway, the sight of that face on the Simurgh was definitely encouraging.

So I closed my lips around her nipple. Gently, at first, sucking at it softly and flicking my tongue across it. It was larger than I was used to – again, fifteen feet tall – so I had to adjust. I lapped at it, letting my entire tongue slide across one side and then the other before returning my focus to the tip. I let my other hand continue toying with her other breast, only half-paying attention to it – one advantage of the Simurgh was that I was almost certain I didn't have to worry about hurting her.

With that thought, I nipped at her, digging my teeth softly into the flesh in my mouth. I was rewarded with a momentary widening of her eyes.

Smirking, I dragged my teeth over the nipple as I let it fall from my mouth, immediately pinching it between my fingers as I dove into her other breast. This one I nipped at, mixing bites and kisses in a circle as I slowly drew closer to the peak at the center. She watched me go, her eyes flicking back and forth across my face as I went like she couldn't decide what feature to focus on.

Knowing her, I assumed she was actually focusing on everything. Thus, I decided to distract her.

I bit down, harder, pinching her nipple between my teeth and tugging upwards, still watching her as I pinched down with my other hand –

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– and the Simurgh screamed inside my head, a cry of desperation and confusion and overwhelming...something. I lost the thread as the scream cut off, the comprehension that had been driven into my brain fading instantly as the voice stopped as abruptly as it had come.

But as I felt her lower her hips back down against the bed, and stared into her confused face as she blinked up at me once...as I took in the way her hair was splayed out behind her like a silver pool, the way her wings lay draped across and off of the bed in every direction...I knew what had happened.

I couldn't stop myself. My fingers slid down along her stomach and dipped between her legs, watching her lips part again slightly as they touched the folds that were probably not there yesterday.

She was drenched. Soaked. Her thighs were wet, and the bed most likely was as well. I brought my fingers back up to my face, looking down at the clear liquid sticking to my fingers.

I licked my lips again. Am I going to – yes. Of course I am. I slipped my fingers into my mouth.

...She tastes sweet.

I was definitely blushing as I cooked myself a simple breakfast. She hovered in the center of the kitchen, watching me again, apparently unaffected by our morning...adventure.

I glanced at her, then returned my eyes to the frying pan ahead of me. Not...completelyunaffected. She'd stopped bothering to cover her body, although she also wasn't spreading herself in midair or any other special poses. She was just...there. Naked.

As I sat down with my plate of eggs and toast, she hovered closer, her body tilting forward so that she could wrap her arms around my shoulders and rest her chin against my head. I frowned slightly, already forseeing difficulty eating while she clung to me.

But as I lifted my fork, her arms shifted with my movement and left me unimpeded. Every movement I made, in fact, she corrected for and avoided. Of course she is. Why did I expect anything else?

As I ate, I considered. Then, belatedly, I realized I should probably voice my thoughts – given what I knew of Worm, it was likely she couldn't quite read my mind...even if she could do it practically, it seemed rude to rely on that.

"I checked the Siberian – she's worth quite a lot. Enough to skip a few steps and jump ahead. Honestly, I probably don't even need Bonesaw at this point, but..." I trailed off, thinking about it. Originally, I'd planned to use Bonesaw as a starting point – she was easy to grab with the Simurgh's power, wouldn't be missed much, and could give me several low-level safety nets in case something went wrong. She wasn't exactly trustworthy, at first...but I had my own safety net for that.

The Simurgh shifted slightly against my back, and I decidedly ignored the way her breasts pressed into me with that motion.

Still. I'd intended to avoid the Siberian, both out of small concern for my safety – and Ziz's, since Manton's power was one of the ones that would ignore her durability – and because I didn't want her as a waifu. And, if I didn't want her, my only other option was to sell her to the Company...immediately removing her from play, which could cause issues down the line. Without the Siberian (and Bonesaw), would Jack have as easy a time avoiding capture or death? How would Cauldron react to the Siberian's disappearance? I vaguely remembered that they'd left her alive because of her long-term effects on hero/villain dynamics...ugh.

My long-planning wife had nudged me just as she came into view, when I already had the camera open, and it was so simple I couldn't resist. The fact that, if sold to the Company, she was worth nearly eight times what Bonesaw was...ugh. It was probably the right decision, even if I hated it. Too many potential ripple effects, it would mess with my ability to plan.

She shifted against my back again, presumably chuckling at me – or whatever her equivalent was, at any rate. I understood the message well enough. I had long term planning on my side already – one of the most ridiculous planners I'd ever seen, really. Still.

I felt a bit bad foisting off the work on her. Plus, it might be childish, but I wanted this to be my success, as well – not just the Simurgh's. She already had her success in the canon timeline – well, maybe. That was arguable, given what little I knew of what came afterward.

...Well, no sense worrying about it now. I already Stamped the Siberian, and I certainly wasn't keeping her, so it was better to just move on. So, for now – after depositing my dishes in the dishwasher – I moved on to the study, where there was a beautifully sleek Company-provided computer with fiat internet.

It was time to do research. When in the timeline am I, what's the situation in the areas I know anything about, what capes are active that I would be willing to consider.

And, of course, what's going on in the PHO forums. That was important, too, if only to stave off boredom.

Somehow, the Simurgh managed to continue clinging to my shoulders without ever becoming obtrusive. It was...kind of nice, actually.

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