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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 4: Worm 4 (Simurgh Lewd 1)

It would be nice to say I was productive with my time while I waited. I'd done a great deal of planning, prepared for my/our next moves. Considered the best way to enter the spotlight, or whether we should continue working from the shadows as a sort of anti-Cauldron.

It would be nice to say that, but it would be a lie.

Well, mostly. I had considered those things, but no decisions had been made. Partially, this was because even now I still felt as though I was lacking information – I knew when in the timeline we were, and I had a rough idea of what was happening on Bet. I still had a treasure trove of meta-knowledge and secrets that nobody had any business possessing...but I didn't know how people were reacting to what was already done.

Was I being overly cautious? Almost certainly. Even I was capable of seeing that. But...I had a source of great knowledge next to me at all times, never straying more than ten feet from my body. She wasn't talking to me, yet, and I had a decent guess as to why.

If my understanding of our next stage was correct, communicating by words would be grossly insufficient compared to what was possible. Regardless, though...I was content to wait. Because I knew that, shortly, I would unlock full access to my greatest resource.

Even if the waiting felt like torture.

Even if I was starting to suspect that the Simurgh was teasing me intentionally. Since our first "encounter," no other opportunities had been presented to me. But she did things. I'd see her flick a wing out of the corner of my eye, barely concealing her form in ways that was more tantalizing than her casual nudity. She pressed her body against mine, again and again – and while I got the feeling that wasn't entirely sexual...sometimes it clearly was. She'd happen to be moving in a way that presented her absurd body to me when I glanced in her direction...But I never got that feeling of invitation again.

I was relatively certain that the Stamp would ensure she reciprocated if I initiated, but...I almost felt like she was challenging me. And the goal was obvious: hold until the bindings completed.

So I did. I grit my teeth, I tried not to be too distracted, and I waited. Shit, I've already trusted my life and my plans to her. I'll let her plan our first time.

Thus, it was with great anticipation and absolutely no counting down that I produced my phone when the timers completed. I was immediately presented with the option to sell or keep the two subverted Slaughterhouse 9 members.

Bonesaw, I elected to keep. I didn't need her, exactly, but...I'd confess to having a soft spot for her. Plus, out of all the morally dark and/or gray tinkers I could think of, she was the most appealing – even so, though, I'd let her be where she was for a moment. I had something more important to do before I claimed her from Jacob.

The Siberian, I sold without hesitation. Her power was useful...but that was all I could say. And I wasn't about to start keeping people for their powers. That way lay madness, even if the Simurgh would be the most efficient harem manager in the universe.

As my credits arrived, I smiled and entered the store. There was only one thing I really needed right now...but it made more sense to make all my purchases at once.

A talent for science, which I hoped would function at least partially with Tinkertech. Being able to keep up with Riley's chatter, even a bit, would smooth things over with her.

A talent for magic and the spiritual, to go with my last purchase and as an investment in the future.

And finally...the Shroud. All of the Shrouds, in fact. The Company had even provided a convenient button in the store for buying all of them as a bundle, for the low price of almost all of my remaining credits. But a moment before I hit confirm...I hesitated. And backed out, choosing all but two of the Shrouds to keep.

There was one other thing I needed. If I was going to do what I planned to, my voice had to be as convincing as possible...and, fortunately, there was an option for that.

The moment I finally hit confirm, I felt it. It was...like a new limb that hadn't been there before. One that existed and didn't at the same time. Still, I flexed it – and shadows poured out from my skin, coalescing instantly into a thin fabric. I looked my default Shroud up and down – tight but not form fitting, a few trailing dark edges and cloths...I felt a lot like a Sith Lord in this outfit, actually.

Not surprising that my Shroud automatically defaulted to shadows, considering how much time I'd spent considering the utility of umbra-kinesis while planning for stories. Curious, I flicked a switch in my mind, and the shadows condensed in strategic locations, leaving dark, cracked plate armor scratched across my body...and within each crack was the shifting glow of flowing magma.

"I kind of feel like a lava lamp...but at the same time, it looks pretty cool. I feel like a Fire Atronach." I let it revert to shadow, glancing up to find the Simurgh staring at me with far more intensity than she had been a short while ago. I could almost feel the physical force of her gaze.

I took a breath. Well, here we go. "I don't know how much information you've actually gleaned from this; I don't know exactly how Company technology interacts with your precognition. But...you seem curious, so let me explain." I could just...doit. But no.

"This is the Shroud of Power. It's...wired into my self. Into what makes me – well, me. My soul, or my cognition; regardless of what you call it, it's connected directly to the patterns of thought that make me who I am." I raised a hand, fingers splayed and allowed small tendrils of shadow to dance between my fingers. It felt so natural. Thank you, Soul Talent.

"It does...several things for whoever it's connected to. But, at the moment, the most important thing is this: It can connect to others in the same way it's connected to me." I frowned, looking down at my hand and watching the shadows shift and turn. "No, that's not quite right. It can branch out and connect to others – connect them to me, through it."

I closed my eyes, considering my words carefully. "If you accept this, it will link us together. Permanently. Place part of my cognition, my self, in yours. If that's...somehow abhorrent to you, then it isn't worth it regardless of the benefits involved." I raised my head and opened my eyes, taking a breath to continue –

– and stared into blank silver eyes barely an inch away from mine. As my breath caught and I almost stepped backwards reflexively, the Simurgh's hand gently took hold of mine and raised it – still trailing shadows – to press against her cheek.

I looked at her, mouth working soundlessly, and she watched me. "There...were other things I was going to tell you." She rubbed her cheek against my hand, not unlike a cat. "...You've already decided, then."

To answer, she turned in place, releasing my hand as she floated down the hallway towards the bedroom.

As if I couldn't interpret that answer, she leaned forward as she moved, arching her back slightly to thrust her ass out towards me, placing the gap between her thighs directly where my eyes had been watching her. I stood still for a moment, breathing very deliberately.

Then I shook my head and followed. Does she fully understand what she's doing, or is she simply following a timeline that gets what she wants? Path to Being a Happy Waifu?

The way her hips swayed slightly back and forth led me to the simple decision that it didn't matter, and I followed obediently behind her to the bedroom. She spun in midair, lowering herself until she sat on the edge of the bed, legs extended and spread slightly with the tips of her toes just barely touching the floor.

With how long her legs were, I was inexplicably reminded of a plane being guided in to land. Her eyes were on me – specifically, on my right hand where wisps of shadow still flickered.

With a smile, I strode forward, reaching out and gently laying my fingers above her exposed pussy, pressing my palm to that twisting snarl of a tattoo that bound her to me. And, with a breath, I released the shadows in my palm.

They spun and weaved outward instantly, swirling around her skin in a beautiful contrast of black and white. Tiny strands of darkness racing each other to engulf her...it reminded me almost of the Venom-type symbiotes.

What surprised me was how much tactile feedback I got. I could feel the softness of her skin as my shadow skimmed across it – feel the heat and dampness of her pussy as the shadows danced across her lips. Feel the way her hips jerked slightly at the contact, now hovering above the bed rather than sitting on it.

Feel the way her back arched as the shadows twisted around her breasts, the way they were pressed and squeezed without conscious input from me. Feel the individual strands of her hair as the shadows braided through them, the way her head tilted back as she accepted her subsumation in the growing darkness.

The way she closed her eyes for the first time that I'd seen – and the way she parted her lips wide just as the tendrils converged on her mouth. I felt the heat of her mouth, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

...Well. If she was offering, then...as the tendrils continued farther, letting me feel each individual feather of her wings as they were wrapped in my shadow as well, I spun several of them together. Weaved the tendrils into something with more heft.

And I took her invitation, plunging that dark tentacle down her throat.

"-Glk."

The first audible sound she'd ever made, despite the fact that Iknew there was no reason for her to have a gag reflex at all. There shouldn't have been any air in her lungs to force out. There'd been no resistance to cause that noise.

It still lit a fire in me, and I didn't even realize the second tentacle existed until I felt the heat of her pussy as it plunged in, felt her lips (both of them) spread wide around the shroud (me) as it drove impossibly deep inside. From where my palm still lay above her mound, I felt her skin bulge out slightly as the tentacle entered her for the first time and she pressed her hips up urgently towards my hand.

I realized, belatedly, that both tentacles had entered far more deeply into her than I'd ever have considered with a human woman, but...the only impression I got was of absolute, overwhelming desire. So when I pulled them back in unison, it was only to slam them both back in just as deep as before.

The Simurgh writhed in midair as the dark tentacles ravaged her from both ends, her wings flicking behind her as they too were finally cocooned – and I held her entire body in my shroud.

...No. Not her entire body. Something was missing. So I pushed again, pressing against the last remaining hole that hadn't already been claimed.

And as her ass yielded, allowing the third tentacle inside just as easily as the other two holes had, I understood. Her body...did whatever she wanted it to do.

And she wanted to yield. To be bound.

So I took her. Alternating thrusts in each hole, such that every moment something was entering her even as something else left. Each thrust found its way deeper into her body, letting me feel more of her heat, more of her. Each fold of her pussy, each clenching of her ass, each time she swallowed around the tentacle in her throat. I pushed them deeper, farther, faster, and she twitched and squirmed and writhed in the air above the bed.

I felt...something. Like a pressure that had been building, that I hadn't noticed until that moment, and I found I knew. She was nearly there. She just needed one last push.

So I thrust from all three directions, thickening each tentacle as they drove deeper, and she sang in my head. It was completely different from the scream I'd heard before, a note that shook me to my core and left me blinking in surprise.

And left me off-balance as I was gripped in telekinesis and yanked off my feet, colliding gently with her in midair as she twisted around and threw me bodily onto my back, pressing a hand to my chest to prevent me from bouncing on the bed. The instant my head hit the pillow she planted one foot on each side of my head, leaving my eyes to trail up her long legs to where I could see her face between the valley of her thighs that hovered just above me.

She gave me a moment to make eye contact, then she slammed herself into the bed, and I realized the difference between feeling her pussy around the Shroud and feeling her pussy. She pressed down, grinding her hips into the bed around me – and never had I felt the difference between our sizes so keenly – then squeezed down around me as she raised herself into the air again.

She came down and squeezed, and she rose.

She came down and clenched, then she rose.

There existed thoughts in my head, but they weren't important compared to the way she moved. The way she squeezed. The way her folds teased around me with each motion, each thrust feeling different than the last and so different from when I'd claimed her moments before.

And like that I understood. Like she'd pulled back the curtain and let me see the notes.

She'd made her body for me. Each fold that caressed the tip of my cock as she rode me into the bed had been designed to do that. She was impossibly tight for her size because her pussy had been made in preparation for this moment.

The fingers on my chest stroked me gently, affectionately, so at odds with the furious movements that it was almost absurd.

The pressure behind my eyes was still building, and I couldn't think, couldn't process, couldn't – couldn't –

she slammed herself down again and her mouth opened, her face twisting into an expression I knew well, her hips bucking on mine as her folds squeezed and twitched and twisted around me and I – I lost it.

My eyes opened wide, but I could only see white and feel the heat of my cum as it burst forth, feel the way she squeezed each shot of it from me at the perfect moment, feel the pressure behind my eyes bursting like a bubble.

Feel the way her mind touched mine as we were bound.

See — the timelines — spiral into —

infinite —

— fractals —

— of recursion

— ending with —

the beginning —

— Ȉ̶̡ ̵̩͒c̸͓̎a̷̙̓n̷̗̆'̵̎͜ẗ̴̥́ —

...

I blinked, gulping down a breath like I'd emerged from the ocean. I tried to rise reflexively, but soft arms pulled against the motion and kept me laying on my stomach.

{Sensory overload concluded. Query: Master status?}

I blinked again, the blurry face of the Simurgh coming back into focus inches away from mine, and started to process what I was feeling. I was surrounded by...soft warmth, and from the corners of my eyes I could see her feathers.

She must have rolled us over after I...dove too deep. Rolled us over and clutched me to her chest like a child. Which, in size...

{Urgent Query: Master status?}

"I...I'm okay. I...don't think I'm equipped to see time the way you do."

{Affirmative. Hardware limitations pre-identified. Advisory: Avoid direct data consumption.}

I barked out a surprised laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea." I lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow that was bizarrely still present. In fact...considering I'd essentially overloaded my brain, I felt pretty good. Thank you, Company bullshit.

I let out a heavy breath, considering the fact that I could talk to her properly now. There were...a lot of things I'd wanted to talk about.

Laying here in her arms, immediately after cumming my brains out (almost literally), though?

"What's...your name? What should I call you?"

{Original designation: Weapon #11.}

I blinked. "Is that...what you want me to call you?"

There was a pause.

It stretched out as she stared down at me, brow furrowed slightly.

{Error: No data. Calculating...}

Her eyes flicked across my face sporadically.

{Public designation: 'Simurgh.' Alternative designation: 'Ziz.' Private designation: . . . Request private designation.}

I smiled at her, opening my mouth – then closed it. "Huh. That's...let me think about that for a minute."

{Confirmed.}

Original Balance: 88C

Siberian (T9) Sold: (Plus) 500C

Bonesaw (T6) Captured: (Plus) 40C

Balance: 628C

Purchase: Science Talent -10C

You know. You can keep up with scientific babble, operate any computer, smart device, or vehicle as if you grew up with it, and rapidly learn any scientific magic you encounter.

Purchase: Soul Talent -15C

You feel. You have prodigious talent for ki (aura, chakra, chi, hamon, punch ghosts, etc.) and magic and will rapidly learn any such mystical arts you encounter. This does not apply to scientific forms of magic.

Purchase: Shroud of Power (Fearful) -200C

These semi-sapient capes of pure elemental magic can create constructs as well as any Lantern Ring. When used to cocoon and tentacle a waifu, they infuse her with your will, adding her to an empathic and telepathic group mind centered on yourself. This group mind operates on two levels: the higher, active, level allows everyone connected to participate in a telepathic chatroom, even between different multiverses. The deeper, passive, level gives the shroud-bound a full awareness of your activity and needs, so they may even respond to orders that you haven't consciously given yet. Your ability to read shroud-bound minds is not so intuitive. This is only a group mind, not a hive mind. All shroud-bound retain their individuality within the network. Any morality shifts that shroud-bound may develop are simply the result of close mental proximity to people with vastly different backgrounds and life experiences than their own.

A newly shroud-bound waifu's clothes and makeup are absorbed into the cocoon and replaced with a new thematic style composed of solidified magic of the associated element. Existing enchanted gear or otherwise super outfits, such as Life Fibers, power armor, or magical girl uniforms, will be integrated into this elemental Cloak, as will any upgrades added after the fact. A shroud-bound waifu will always consider her Cloak her most comfortable outfit, but she may still dismiss it and wear normal outfits at any time. This power is an innate ability, granted by the Shroud, and does not require any magical talent. Additionally, shroud-bound waifus' figures will slowly shift to fit your tastes.

Shroud-bound find their capabilities significantly boosted. In addition to the effects of all purchased Talents that do not otherwise apply to your waifus, the magic itself grants noticeable buffs to waifus' innate abilities and an affinity for the associated magical element, which stacks with Soul Talent. You also get the affinity; if you have Dragon Musk and a matching element, the bonuses will stack.. Shroud-bound may learn to make their own tendrils and constructs like your own; waifus who already practice mystical arts, and the associated magical element in particular, will have an easier time. Shroud-bound cannot capture new waifus using their tendrils - you must bind them yourself. Both you and your Shroud-bound may also form wings out of your Shroud or their Cloaks, for personal flight, and can instantly teleport to the location of anyone else in the group mind, even if the teleporter's and destination's Cloaks are both dismissed. All together, these buffs add up to an effective (Plus) 3 ranks to blue-star waifus, (Plus) 2 ranks to copper-star waifus, and (Plus) 1 rank to silver-star waifus.

Shrouds come in the following varieties. Elements that normally oppose each other, such as light and darkness or nature and technology, are always complementary in this system.

Additional shrouds may be purchased after the first, for 50 credits each, and assembled together into Rainbow Shrouds capable of everything their components can do. Upgrading from a basic shroud to a Rainbow Shroud does not require you to rebind your waifus. If you have a Rainbow Shroud, your waifus' Cloaks will tend to default to the first component you purchased, unless you have another component that a waifu is already strongly associated with or is better-suited to the local environment. For example, if your Shroud has an Abyssal component, and you take your waifus underwater, they'll all shift to Waterbound until they return to dry land. Cosmetic-only versions of other Shrouds may be added to a basic Shroud for only 1 credit each; these will not provide any affinity bonuses unless the full version's cost is paid off.

Purchase: Additional Shrouds (Golden, Volcanic, Frost, Abyssal, Storm, Cyber, x6) (-50C x 6 = -300C)

Purchase: Siren's Song (-100C)

Your voice is supernaturally compelling. A whisper in the ear can give specific commands, a song can rally a crowd, and if you add musical accompaniment… This does not give you any musical skills by default, but you'll develop them very quickly with practice. If you buy this Lure and a Gear User from Symphogear, you may pay an additional 50 credits for a completed Relic of your own design.

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