Let the Games Begin 1 (Lewd Worm CYOA, Multiplayer, Commission)

Note: The chapters introducing both Darius and Kaede will be going straight to QQ, since I did not write them. This story is a commission continuing those two chapters.

“So,” Assault said with a pained grimace, holding an ice pack over his eye. Lung’s rampage had all of them on deck, and it was a miracle that Assault’s black eye was the worst injury among the Protectorate. “That happened.”

“Do we know what caused Lung to go on a berserk rampage throughout the city that lasted for three fucking days?” Director Piggot demanded, her eyes narrowed as she sat at the head of the table in the PRT meeting room.

“According to some of our informants,” Armsmaster began, reading over the notes that appeared on the interior of his visor. “On the fourth of January, at approximately six twenty PM, Lung stormed into one of the ABB’s main meeting locations, shouting orders for anyone with any sort of computer skills to track the location a video on the dark web was being uploaded from. The video featured the gang rape of a girl of asian descent, approximately either late middle or early high school age. When no one was able to determine the source of the upload within two hours, Lung left and began his rampage. Probability is high that the rape victim was related to Lung.”

“Really?” Miss Militia asked, her tone more full of snark than her usual. “Was it the fact that Lung’s rampage ended with him dragging an uncoordinated, even bigger dragon away with him? Or the fact that Lung’s spent the last four days behaving like a father who’s daughter is being subjected to a constant gang rape?”

“Has the estimation on the damages come back yet?” Battery asked, refocusing the conversation.

Director Piggot sighed, “Yes, unfortunately. Between Lung himself and the looting and rioting that happened in his wake, we’re looking at upwards of forty million in damages. The majority of it in the last twenty four hours. There’s over sixty missing persons reports, thirteen confirmed deaths, and to top it all off, there’s footage suggesting that Lung might now have either developed a projection power or his possible daughter Triggered into an even bigger dragon than him.”

“So… pucker up and kiss our asses goodbye?” Assault asked, quietly grunting as Battery elbowed him in the side.

“Not quite yet. Despite Lung’s… new recruit, Chief Director Costa-Brown has determined that the influx of new Triggers from Lung’s rampage are sufficient reinforcements,” Director Piggot said, sarcasm thick in her voice.

Because while admittedly, six new recruits was nothing to scoff at, four of them were young enough that they were to be Wards. Of those four, one could pass through solid objects, but only while they weren’t directly observed, one turned into a pile of goo and tentacles, one was tall, fat, and had a Changer form that made him taller, fatter, and gave them a single horn in the middle of his forehead, and the last one was a Tinker who’d caused half a dozen explosions in just two days!

Of the two that were old enough to become full Protectorate members, one was a Tinker with a rather strange power that seemed to be a mix of the villain Accord’s power and a self-affecting Master power, while the other was a vulpine Case 53 with a Shaker power that screwed with the balance of those around her. The latter of the two had already proven to be a bigger headache than Clockblocker was on his debut!

Pushing that aside, Piggot refocused on the issue at hand, “Focus on getting the new recruits trained and up to snuff. Lung’s rampage will leave everyone reeling for a bit, and do your best to find out about any additional Triggers that would be amenable to recruitment. We need to bolster our ranks as much as possible, and keep as many new parahumans from becoming enemies as we can. Is that understood?”

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It took a while to get Carol to calm down and explain everything (fortunately I managed to hide the wings, tail, and demon skin while she was crying and thus, not looking). We apparently hadn’t been as careful as we could have, and she was pregnant with my child. Her unprecedented visit had been intended to be her sitting me down and telling me. That hadn't happened, she went on her way the following morning, I went to do my ritual that turned me into a demon, and then things went to a completely different flavor of shit than Brockton Bay normally was.

Lung went batshit bonkers, tearing apart entire city blocks looking for something or someone (Carol didn't know for sure). There was enough chaos in the city that, once I took a moment to think about it, left me with some intriguing possibilities. I'd initially gotten in touch with Carol for legal advice and services with the eventual goal of severing every connection I had with my sperm donor. But with the chaos in the city? It would be so easy for Darius Anders to be one of the dead. To let me move in the shadows without anyone knowing what to look for.

“Darius…” Carol's voice pulled me out of my musings and I turned my gaze to her. Her words caught in her throat, and she swallowed before continuing, “There’s more… I shouldn't… the Unwritten…”

“Carol,” I said, putting my finger under her chin and lifting her head up to look at me. “Tell me.”

I felt something resonate within her, some subtle power I had over her, and she said, “One of your neighbors is a member of the Protectorate.”

I admit, that made me freeze for a moment. My mind immediately began racing, thinking over the other residents of my floor of the apartment building. In the end, there was only one tenant who was a possibility.

“Militia?” I asked, and she nodded. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I really needed to get my new capabilities figured out, and some food in me. “Get dinner started, please. I need to think about how to proceed.”

Seeing the nervousness that Carol was trying to hide, I reassured her by leaning down and catching her lips with my own in a heated, searing kiss that left her clutching at my arms and moaning into my mouth. I could feel some sliver of power slipping into her, weaving its way into her mind. I could tell, instinctively, that it would react to the cocktail of hormones that came with pregnancy, tweaking and adjusting her mind, growing stronger and more embedded within her as the pregnancy went on.

I broke the kiss, Carol's face flushed and her chest heaving as she panted. I gave her a nudge to the kitchen, my eyes naturally drawn to the way her pants hugged her ass and thighs. Pushing that aside, I couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, “I have a pregnancy based Master power. How appropriate.”

Heading to my bedroom, I grabbed a notebook, pencil, and the old tome that had the ritual I’d used before sitting down at the kitchen table. I opened the notebook to a fresh page, and immediately jotted down ‘Pregnancy Master’ and 'Shape Shifting?' in my personal code. I couldn’t hold back a snort of amusement when those thoughts crossed my mind. ‘Personal code’ sure was a fancy way of saying ‘written in Sumerian’. I started studying it as a hobby when I was ten, and now I was probably the only person who could read it as well as English outside a big fancy university.

Pushing my amusement aside, I refocused and jotted down what little I knew about my powers. I had… impressions, for want of a better word, in regards to what I could do, but the truth was that all I knew for sure I was capable of was manipulating those that I’d impregnated. The fact that Carol had gotten pregnant before I went through the ritual seemed to be irrelevant.

I tapped the end of my pen against the notebook, deep in thought, before I opened up the tome and returned to the page with the ritual. I carefully read each and every mark written down, comparing it to what I’d read before. The words all matched, so no ‘you only get to read the real thing once you’re too far in to back out’ kind of deal. Reading over the intended results of the ritual, I made a few additions to my notebook.

The ritual itself, in addition to turning me into an incubus, granted me enhanced physical capabilities (based on the descriptions, I was probably a Brute 2 or 3 if my understanding of the PRT’s rating system was accurate), an aura that subtly lowered inhibitions and made people more likely to give into their darker impulses, some measure of shape-shifting ability (which I'd already used) , and the ability to form bargains, pacts, and infernal contracts. The long and short of it being: I was not built for cape fights.

"Darius, what are you writing?" Carol asked, bringing out two bowls of rice with a chunky, gravy looking sauce over top of it..

I gave a murmured thanks as she put the bowl in front of me before I answered, "I am a cape now, and I'm trying to get an understanding of what my powers are."

"Darius, I'm so sorry," she said, taking my hand in hers and rubbing the back with her thumb. "What are your powers?"

I took a bite of the rice before I answered (the sauce tasted like gravy with ground burger in it), "Let me start by saying that I have no desire to join the PRT, Protectorate, or New Wave. I won't be joining any of the gangs, but I see no way I can join the heroes without killing someone."

She gave me a hard stare, and opened her mouth to respond, but I cut her off, "My father is Kaiser, and I'm planning on doing everything I can to tear his Empire out from under him, but what I've been planning and the nature of my powers don't mesh well with a typical 'heroic' personae."

I knew that alone wouldn't be enough to convince her, even with the way my power had tweaked her mind, so I continued,  "My powers are focused around manipulation and subterfuge. Give me time to work my magic, and in a month, maybe two, I'll have the Empire tearing itself apart. I can't do that stuck in the Wards."

It took a bit more convincing, but that Master power was already proving its worth. If things went the way I was expecting, then by the time she gave birth she would obey any order I gave her.

She eventually went home, and I began to flip through the tome to see what else was there. Something to address the Hero living next door would be nice.

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“How are you feeling, Kaede?” Daddy asked, his perfectly chiseled features twisted into worry.

I didn’t answer immediately, I was distracted by how a bead of sweat traced along the lines of his muscles (it made me want to lick it up), but I shook my head and forced myself to focus, “Much better, Daddy. Nothing hurts, but I still don’t know how to change back.”

Everything was fuzzy after Daddy broke through the wall. Nothing seemed to move right, my balance was off, I was feeling parts where there weren’t any, but most notably was the fact that I was horny. Everything I looked at was turned into something related to sex. Was this what it was like for boys at school?

“Focus,” Daddy’s voice cut through the pink haze that was beginning to cloud my vision. “Your human form is just as much you as the dragon. Focus on its benefits, your fingers, the ability to fit into buildings, all of it.”

I was trying, but it was so hard. It was so hard to think about anything but the feeling of how it had felt to have cocks splitting me open, the way they pressed so deeply into me, the salty taste of cum on my tongue… things that I couldn’t experience while a dragon the size of a double decker bus. That realization made what Daddy was trying to explain click, and I felt a strange energy swirling around me like one of Daddy’s Aleph anime imports before there was a rush of air around my ears.

I blinked, and looked down at my hands, my human hands, moments before a blanket was wrapped around me and I was lifted up into Daddy’s big, strong arms. He was warm, even through the blanket. It would be better if the blanket wasn’t there though, and Daddy was holding me against his chest, my bare skin rubbing against his, as his penis split me open and he fucked me hard against the wall. There was a tight coil in my core, just from the mental image of Daddy taking me. One that I knew would snap with the barest touch.

My eyelids were heavy, and as Daddy tucked me into a bed, I tried to think. It was hard, pushing my mind to work past the haze of lust and arousal that had settled over my brain. There was something important, something related to… to… to what?

I groaned in frustration, turning onto my side and clutching at my head. There was something important I was forgetting, but trying to stop thinking about Daddy’s penis, about anyone’s penis, filling me up was so hard it hurt. When did thinking start to hurt this much? I wasn’t this horny when I was with… with…

Tears came to my eyes and my breath hitched. I couldn’t remember, I know I had a… girl? A girlfriend, but why can’t I remember her? All I’m remembering are images of brown hair, the feel of soft skin on mine, the taste of lips on my tongue, the smell of perfume.

I couldn’t help it, I cried myself to sleep, lamenting how getting powers had broken my mind, my very memories.