Chapter 5:
– Amy –
A sudden flash of bright white light burst through Amy's vision, and for a moment, her senses were completely scrambled. She swayed dizzily, blinking rapidly until the world came back into focus around her.
When the disorientation finally faded, she looked around and realized, with a sharp pang of shock, that she was standing in her bedroom at the Dallon's home. Her own room. It felt surreal after spending days in a strange fantasy land.
Then her gaze drifted downwards, and Amy's face flushed crimson as she remembered exactly what she'd been doing just moments before. She was still completely naked, her bare skin flushed and tingling, nipples hardened into stiff peaks, and the unmistakable slick warmth between her legs...
She'd been seconds away from losing herself in pure, incredible pleasure—and now, she was standing here, achingly frustrated, alone in her goddamn room.
She balled her fists tightly, grinding her teeth. "Son of a fucking bitch!" Amy growled aloud, her voice thick with both embarrassment and disappointment.
Her angry shout immediately attracted attention. Loud footsteps came pounding down the hall, the unmistakable sound of her sister's eager pace. Before Amy had time to dive for cover, her bedroom door flew open, slamming loudly against the wall as an excited blonde blur rushed inside.
"Amy, holy shit! You're back!" Vicky cried breathlessly, eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been going crazy imagining all the cool—"
Her sister's enthusiastic voice abruptly cut off, eyes widening dramatically as she finally registered Amy's current state—standing there fully naked, clearly aroused, and obviously flustered. Vicky's mouth dropped open as her gaze flicked down over Amy's exposed curves, her face instantly turning bright scarlet.
"Oh my God!" Vicky squeaked, quickly spinning around and slapping her hands over her eyes in panic. "I'm sorry! Shit—I didn't realize! Um…I'll just…yeah!" She rushed out of the room, practically throwing the door shut behind her with a loud bang.
Amy groaned loudly, hiding her burning face in her hands. She'd never felt so embarrassed in her entire life. Her cheeks blazed hotter than they'd ever felt before, matching the wild flush spreading across her neck and chest.
"This is all your fucking fault, Silas," she muttered under her breath, humiliation swiftly giving way to irritation. "Your stupid, bullshit power ruined the best moment of my life—and now my sister's seen me naked. I swear I'm going to kick your ass when I see you again!"
Letting out a heavy sigh, Amy hurried over to her closet, quickly rifling through clothes in search of something comfortable to pull on. She grabbed a loose T-shirt and her favorite sweatpants, slipping them hastily over her still-sensitive body. Her breathing gradually slowed, but the vivid memory of Silas and Hildra's touches still made her lower lips throb insistently between her legs.
She paused for a moment, biting her lip, trying desperately to get herself under control. How the hell was she supposed to face Vicky—and worse, her mother—like this?
A second later, Amy heard Vicky excitedly shouting downstairs to their mother. "Mom, Amy's back! She just appeared out of nowhere in her room! She's okay, she's safe! I saw her—I mean, she's definitely fine, just…uh, don't rush up there yet, maybe let her get dressed first!"
Amy closed her eyes in utter mortification, picturing Vicky awkwardly dancing around the topic downstairs. God, this was going to be impossible to live down.
She took a few slow, steadying breaths, forcing herself to relax. "Fuck it," she murmured. "If I can survive a goddamn dragon attack, I can survive one embarrassing night at home."
– Silas –
A sudden flash of white light engulfed my vision, and my stomach lurched violently, making me nearly lose my balance. I swayed, struggling not to fall flat on my face, and groaned loudly, a deep frustration immediately taking hold.
"Fuck me," I muttered bitterly, recognizing in an instant that I was no longer in Whiterun—nor was I about to finally enjoy the first incredible sexual experience of my life!
Nope. Instead, I found myself standing stark naked in the middle of a cold, damp, garbage-filled alley.
We'd slain an actual dragon…
Somehow, impossibly, we'd succeeded. Although, if I was being honest, it wasn't exactly heroic or easy. It turned out that killing a dragon in real life was significantly harder than the game implied.
It had taken every single able-bodied Nord in Whiterun to join the fight—soldiers, guards, even townsfolk armed with farming tools—all frantically battling that giant, fire-breathing monster. And even then, we'd suffered casualties, despite Amy's extraordinary healing powers.
But in the end, the dragon was slain. I'd even managed to land several powerful lightning blasts that helped immobilize the beast at key moments, something that made me feel like a true badass.
Hildra, of course, had delivered the killing blow, her sword carving through the dragon's hide and deep into its chest, silencing its furious roars permanently.
Then, right as we'd all caught our breath, something extraordinary had happened. The dragon's enormous body began to disintegrate, its scales flaking away and its flesh evaporating into a shimmering golden-white aura. I'd watched in amazement as the swirling energy surged straight toward Hildra—exactly as I'd expected.
But what shocked me completely was when a powerful portion of that energy flowed straight into me as well!
I was a Dragonborn too!?
My heart had hammered wildly in my chest as the power rushed through me. In that instant, my body felt immeasurably stronger, my reflexes sharper, my vision clearer and more vivid. It was exhilarating, intoxicating even!
Around us, the gathered crowd had erupted into wild cheers, chanting the Dragonborn's praise—Hildra's praise, obviously—but mine as well!
But Hildra had no interest in celebrating with any of them. Instead, Hildra turned towards me and Amy with a look of fierce, almost primal hunger burning in her eyes. There had been no mistaking that look—especially when Hildra grabbed both Amy and me by the wrists, a playful, confident smile spreading across her face. "Come. We deserve a proper celebration! We are all going to fuck…" she'd purred in a low, husky voice that immediately made my cock stir with excitement.
"Waaaa–What!?" Amy sputtered. Amy glanced at me nervously, her cheeks flushed.
My brain had short circuited as well, but it quickly rebooted and I was all for it! A heated threesome where both Amy and I would finally lose our virginities to the fierce, beautiful Nord warrior who'd just absorbed a dragon's soul alongside me! "That sounds amazing!"
I was half expecting Amy to pull away and say "no thanks," after all, she had given that whole speech about "not being easy" earlier…
But that speech of course had been before we all risked our lives taking down a dragon that was probably as dangerous as Lung…
Instead she just sighed and grabbed both of our hands as Hildra led us back to one of Whiterun's inns. Once inside, all inhibitions vanished instantly as clothes were rapidly discarded. My mouth had gone dry at the breathtaking sight of Amy's full, beautiful curves revealed to me for the first time. Her creamy skin flushed pink, darkened nipples peaked stiffly, and the enticingly slick lips between her legs visibly glistened in the lantern-light of the room.
Hildra, too, had stripped confidently bare, her lean, athletic figure proudly on display, muscles defined beneath smooth, tanned skin. Her breasts were firm and enticing, nipples erect and inviting, and she'd given both Amy and me a slow, openly appreciative look, licking her lips teasingly.
My cock had immediately hardened to an almost painful degree, blood pulsing thickly as my eyes hungrily traced both gorgeous women's naked forms, my mind racing through all the pleasures we were about to share—
And then the goddamn prompt appeared.
[Mission Accomplished! Now returning Host and designated partner home!]
Amy had barely had time to gasp out a startled curse of her own before the flash of blinding white light overtook everything—and I'd abruptly found myself here, naked and alone in this filthy alleyway.
…I stared blankly at the graffiti-stained walls, the piles of trash, and the rusty dumpster behind me.
Yeah, definitely Brockton Bay again. Shit. My system couldn't have waited a couple freaking hours!?
"Did you seriously get mugged again, S-Guy? Why are you naked in a dark alley?"
I slowly tilted my head upwards and saw a lithe figure standing casually on the rooftop ledge, silhouetted against Brockton Bay's smoggy skyline.
Shadow Stalker— Brockton Bay's resident vigilante turned Ward—was peering down at me.
Before I could even respond, her body dissolved into a smoky black mist and reformed neatly beside me, her dark cloak fluttering softly around her shoulders. She turned, casually looking me over from head to toe, eyes narrowing slightly beneath her dark mask. Her gaze lingered shamelessly on my naked body.
She tilted her head slightly. "Nice cock," she said bluntly.
I felt heat flood my cheeks, but I forced an awkward grin, determined not to let her rile me up. "Hello to you too, Shadow Stalker," I replied dryly.
With memories of another world—another universe—I knew exactly who and what Shadow Stalker was. Sophia Hess, a bitter bully who tormented Taylor Hebert relentlessly, indirectly causing her tragic trigger event.
I knew Sophia wasn't exactly one of the good guys, not deep down.
Still, things had clearly shifted in this reality. She was older here, around my age, and even shared a couple of my classes at school. More importantly, she'd saved my life the other night, carrying me all the way to Panacea when I'd been bleeding out from that head wound.
Despite her reputation from my old world, that act had earned her a decent measure of genuine goodwill from me.
My awkward smile softened into something more sincere. "No, I didn't get mugged," I told her honestly.
She raised an eyebrow skeptically, cocking her hip in a challenging posture. "So what then? You secretly some kind of creepy exhibitionist streaker now? That how you get off?"
"What? No! That's not—I mean, fuck, no," I sputtered indignantly. But after a moment, I sighed in resignation. Fuck it. Amy and Vicky already knew who I was, which meant all of New Wave probably knew too by now. Hell, the Protectorate was probably getting a full debrief as we spoke. Keeping my cape identity secret didn't seem realistic anymore.
I took a deep breath, deciding on honesty. "It was my power, okay? My powers teleported me here like this." I carefully left out the fact that I'd been about five minutes away from losing my virginity in an incredibly hot threesome. She definitely didn't need to know that.
Shadow Stalker folded her arms skeptically. "Uh huh. Your powers made you naked?" she mocked. "Convenient."
With a slightly irritated huff, I waved my hand sharply, conjuring up my system interface. A translucent blue screen appeared in front of me, softly glowing with text and statistics visible to her as well as to me.
She jumped back instinctively, reaching for her crossbow on reflex. After a second of wary scrutiny, she relaxed slightly, realizing it wasn't dangerous.
"Told you," I smirked triumphantly, folding my arms confidently across my chest—then immediately remembering my nudity and awkwardly dropping my hands to cover myself again. "It's part of my cape powers. You know—the ones I apparently got after you saved my life the other day." I hesitated, then looked her straight in the eyes. "Seriously, thanks for that. I owe you big."
I was trying to be as disarming as possible here.
She stared at me for a moment, clearly caught off guard by my earnestness. For a second, beneath her tough exterior, I glimpsed a flicker of genuine awkwardness. She shifted uncomfortably, looking away slightly. "...You're welcome, I guess," she muttered after a moment, her bravado clearly shaken by honest gratitude.
Turning back to my system screen, my eyes widened in surprise as I noticed something new—a flashing notification alerting me to the availability of an "Inventory," as well as multiple reward notifications.
"Holy shit," I murmured in excitement, quickly clicking the inventory button. To my relief, I saw my clothes neatly stored inside. But next to them, unmistakably was an icon for Panacea's iconic white-and-red costume.
"Oh fuck..." I groaned quietly.
If Amy's hero outfit was in my inventory, then she was definitely teleported back to Brockton Bay naked as well…
Giving it back later was going to be awkward…
My eyes scanned further down my inventory list—and then I froze completely, staring in stunned disbelief!
Because beneath our clothes were more items—items I'd never possessed or even seen in Skyrim. My jaw dropped open. There, clearly labeled, were "Nightingale Armor" and a "Nightingale Blade!"
"No fucking way," I whispered breathlessly, heart hammering with excitement. I clicked eagerly on the Nightingale Armor.
Immediately snug-fitting armor crafted from midnight-black leather and sleek, flexible material appeared on my body. My face was instantly covered by a form-fitting cowl and hood, the material incredibly comfortable and surprisingly breathable.
Shadow Stalker let out a low, impressed whistle nearby, looking me over appreciatively. "Well, shit, S-Guy. That's actually pretty badass," she conceded reluctantly.
"The name's Silas," I said calmly, voice coming out smooth and slightly muffled beneath the full-face cowl. I felt powerful and confident for the first time—like a real cape. I flexed my fingers experimentally, marveling at the perfect fit and incredible ease of movement the armor provided. "I haven't come up with a cape name yet though…"
She shrugged casually. "Whatever you say, Silas." Shadow Stalker stood there for a second, giving me another long, speculative look from behind her dark mask. She tilted her head slightly. "So, Silas," she finally drawled. "You gonna come patrolling with me tonight or what?"
I blinked, genuinely surprised by the offer. From everything I remembered from the original Worm storyline, Sophia Hess didn't exactly play well with others. She usually preferred to hunt alone, picking fights with thugs and gangsters on her own terms. Inviting someone else—especially a relatively inexperienced cape like myself—to join her nightly hunt wasn't something I'd expected from her at all.
Still, it wasn't like I had anything better to do right now. And after getting literally teleported away from the hottest situation of my life, I had plenty of pent up frustration that desperately needed an outlet.
Maybe roughing up some gang members would help clear my head a bit.
"Yeah, sure," I replied easily, nodding at her. "Sounds like fun."
"Fun he says…" Shadow Stalker snorted lightly, clearly amused at my choice of words. Shadow Stalker turned towards the rooftops. "Come on, then," she said lightly, dissolving effortlessly into dark, shadowy mist. She drifted gracefully upward to the roof's edge before reforming, glancing back over her shoulder to taunt me. "Or do you need me to carry your ass again?"
I raised an eyebrow beneath my cowl. Maybe before my little Skyrim adventure and the dragon-slaying, soul-absorbing escapade, climbing buildings would have been a struggle.
But now?
Now, I was something completely different. I was a fucking Dragonborn, and the strength I'd absorbed from that dragon soul had seriously amped up my physical capabilities. My muscles felt stronger and more responsive than ever before—ready to test out their newfound power.
"No thanks," I retorted confidently, crouching slightly to prepare myself. "I think I've got it covered this time."
I could see Shadow Stalker's body shift, obviously interested to see if I'd actually manage to back up my cocky words.
Drawing in a quick breath, I pushed off the ground with explosive force. To my amazement, I surged upward effortlessly—vaulting more than ten feet into the air in a single bound. The fire escape railing blurred past, and I easily caught hold of it one-handed. Then I swung myself upward again, twisting smoothly to land gracefully on the rooftop right beside Shadow Stalker.
She let out a sharp whistle. "Damn," she muttered. "Not bad for a new trigger. Now let's go find some bad guys to rough up."
– Sophia –
…She stood quietly atop the warehouse roof, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully beneath her dark mask as she observed Silas from above. Below, in the shadowy alley, the rookie cape was busy beating the shit out of a few street-level dealers. They weren't exactly the toughest guys she'd ever seen—small-time punks who were probably more used to bullying kids and selling dime bags to junkies than fighting.
Still, it gave her a good look at what he was capable of.
Honestly, Silas didn't have a fucking clue what he was doing combat wise. His stance was sloppy as hell, and his punches were telegraphed so obviously.
But the thing was, he was an obvious Brute.
He was so damn strong and quick that it barely mattered. Silas moved with a shocking burst of speed, dodging wildly swung knives and shrugged off desperate punches like they were nothing. When one dealer actually got a lucky stab into his chest, the blade simply glanced harmlessly off that sleek black armor he wore. Bulletproof, blade-proof, and fucking sexy looking, she had to admit. It fit him like a glove, highlighting his toned physique perfectly, especially those defined abs and strong arms.
"Not bad, rookie," Sophia murmured under her breath, her lips twisting into an amused smirk as Silas caught one thug's wrist mid-swing and effortlessly slammed him into a brick wall. The thug crumpled instantly, knocked out cold. "Not good, but not bad."
She shifted her weight slightly, crossing her arms as she continued watching him work. Despite his inexperience, there was definitely potential here. Maybe with some proper training, he'd actually be a halfway decent cape. Hell, she wouldn't mind coaching him personally.
She'd always preferred to work alone, true, but something about this guy got under her skin—something dark and hungry beneath that handsome, annoyingly charming surface. Her instincts whispered to her, warning her Silas wasn't as harmless as he looked. Despite his easy-going smile and admittedly pretty face, everything about him screamed predator.
And fuck, that turned her on way more than she liked to admit.
Not to mention, he was packing some seriously impressive equipment. The vivid memory of seeing him stark naked back in that alley earlier was burned deliciously into her mind. Sophia smirked beneath her mask, licking her lips slowly at the vivid recollection of his cock. Nice and thick, definitely big enough to keep any girl satisfied—herself especially.
'Damn,' she thought idly, Emma would never let her live this down if she knew. Emma would probably tease her mercilessly, laughing her ass off at the idea of Sopia finally admitting she wanted to fuck some guy.
Sophia rolled her eyes, maybe she'd keep this particular "crush" quiet for now…
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a familiar beep from her comm earpiece. She sighed loudly, annoyed at the interruption. Who the hell was on console tonight, anyway? If it was Kid Win again, she was going to tear him a new one—
"Shadow Stalker?" Vista's irritatingly squeaky voice piped into her ear, hesitant but authoritative as always.
Fucking great. It was the little kid…
"What do you want, Vista?" Shadow Stalker snapped, instantly irritated. She didn't hate the little girl exactly, but Vista always acted like she had a ten-foot pole jammed up her ass. For a kid her age, she took everything way too seriously. "I'm kinda busy right now."
"You're deviating from your assigned patrol pattern," Vista replied primly, sounding way too responsible and mature for someone who hadn't even hit puberty yet. "You're supposed to report any deviation immediately."
Shadow Stalker groaned aloud, rubbing her temples beneath her mask. "Relax, short stuff," she drawled irritably. "I ran into a new cape and decided to show him the ropes. He's taking down a couple low-level shitheads as we speak. Nothing to get your panties twisted about."
There was a short pause as Vista processed that, her voice hesitant when she replied. "Uh, you know you're supposed to call in something like that first, right?"
Sophia ground her teeth impatiently. God, this little girl seriously needed to loosen the fuck up. "Yeah, yeah. I'll fill out a damn incident report later," she muttered dismissively. "Just chill, alright? I'm handling it."
Another brief silence, and then Vista's voice came back, this time sounding even more hesitant. "Um… I think I'm going to notify Miss Militia, just in case. She's not far from your location."
Shadow Stalker straightened sharply, her annoyance quickly morphing into outright anger. "Are you fucking kidding me, Vista?" she snapped. "You're gonna narc on me over this shit? Grow up."
Vista's voice became even smaller, clearly uncomfortable. "It's protocol, Shadow Stalker. Sorry, I have to report—"
Sophia hissed irritably through clenched teeth, cutting her off sharply. "Fine, report it to Miss fucking Militia," she snapped, acid dripping from her tone. "Tell her I'm doing exactly what Wards are supposed to fucking do—helping new capes instead of ignoring them. You done wasting my time now?"
She heard Vista sigh heavily through the comm. "Fine. Just…be careful, okay?"
Sophia snorted softly, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Whatever, kid," she retorted dismissively, cutting the connection sharply before Vista could reply again.
Fucking annoying, squeaky little tattletale. The last thing she needed was Miss Militia on her ass, nagging her about protocol bullshit again. Why did the Wards have to make everything so fucking complicated?
Now Sophia wanted to hit something too. And she thought her opportunity was coming as she saw a woman in costume flying towards them! The woman rode on a floating metal disk, hovering lazily above the buildings as she approached.
"Rune…" Sophia hissed under her breath, her voice low and full of venom. She hated the fucking Empire.
She shifted into shadow form without hesitation, slipping silently down from the rooftop to land smoothly beside Silas in the alley. He turned, noticing her tense posture immediately.
"What's wrong?" Silas asked quietly, following her gaze up towards the sky, where Rune was drifting closer.
"Empire Eighty-Eight," Sophia spat quietly. "Specifically Rune. Fucking racist Nazi bitch."
He visibly tensed, adopting a wary stance.
Good, Sophia thought approvingly. At least he knew enough to take this seriously.
Rune finally dropped lower, obviously spotting them. "Well, well," Rune sneered mockingly, crossing her arms arrogantly. "If it isn't Brockton Bay's token diversity hire. What's up, Shadow Stalker? Didn't know you were still pretending to matter."
Sophia grit her teeth angrily beneath her mask. The Empire didn't have definitive proof she was black yet, but she knew they'd suspected it for years, given how ruthlessly she'd targeted them when she'd still been a vigilante.
"Piss off, you racist cunt," Shadow Stalker snarled back venomously, her gloved fingers twitching impatiently towards her crossbows. "Before I shove a fucking bolt up your ass."
Rune laughed mockingly, rolling her eyes. "Please. Like I'd ever get hit by your shitty little toys."
The blonde's gaze slid slowly away from Sophia, now landing curiously on Silas. Rune tilted her head slightly, her arrogant expression melting into a seductive smirk. "Well hello, new guy. You're certainly not on the Ward's pathetic roster—I'd remember a guy built like you." She licked her lips suggestively, openly ogling Silas's toned, leather-clad figure. "Why waste your time hanging around someone as…inferior as Shadow Stalker? Why don't you do yourself a favor and join the winning side?"
Sophia's fists clenched tightly, rage building swiftly in her chest. She opened her mouth to spit a retort—but before she could, Silas calmly raised his hand, fingers outstretched towards Rune.
Rune barely had time to raise a single mocking eyebrow in confusion. "What the fuck are you—"
Bright, crackling lightning erupted violently from Silas's open palm with a deafening snap, striking Rune dead center. The racist cape shrieked in agony, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably as powerful arcs of electricity danced across her form. Her powers immediately faltered. She fell hard, hitting the ground with a satisfying, painful-sounding crack. Rune writhed and twitched helplessly on the pavement, a small moan of pain escaping the racist bitch's lips before she finally fell still, unconscious.
"Don't talk to her like that," Silas growled softly, slowly lowering his hand as tendrils of electricity still flickered around his fingers.
Sophia stood frozen, mouth agape beneath her mask, heart pounding wildly with exhilaration. She couldn't help herself—a loud, delighted cackle burst uncontrollably from her lips, echoing harshly through the empty alleyway.
"Holy shit! Did you just fucking electrocute her?" she asked incredulously, still laughing hysterically.
"Yeah. She deserved it," Silas said.
Sophia's laughter doubled, nearly doubling her over. Rune—the arrogant, racist bitch—had talked so much shit, then got fucking demolished by a rookie cape in two goddamn seconds!
Seeing him easily wreck one of her worst enemies had Sophia's blood pumping, and she felt herself growing wet between her legs. She clenched her thighs together slightly, savoring the rush of excitement coursing through her body.
"You never mentioned you could fucking shoot lightning," Sophia finally managed to say. "That was metal as fuck."
Silas shrugged nonchalantly, glancing down at Rune's unconscious, smoking form without remorse. "You never asked. So...what should we actually do with her now?" he asked casually. The faint amusement in his voice suggested he wasn't exactly worried—but he clearly wanted Sophia's input, probably deferring to her experience as an established Ward.
Sophia crossed her arms. A hundred vindictive thoughts raced through her head instantly—each one nastier and more humiliating than the last. She imagined stripping Rune completely naked, binding the arrogant blonde tightly to a flagpole in the middle of Empire territory, gagging her mouth shut while leaving her fully exposed and vulnerable, helplessly squirming under the mocking gaze of every gangbanger, thug, and rival cape that passed by.
The vivid, humiliating image burned deliciously in Sophia's mind, and a slow, vindictive grin spread beneath her mask.
Fuck, she'd love to see the bitch utterly humiliated—maybe snap some embarrassing pictures for PHO!
Her grin broadened. Sophia opened her mouth to eagerly voice her sadistic suggestion—but just as she was about to speak, the low, unmistakable rumble of a motorcycle engine interrupted her thoughts. Sophia cursed under her breath, feeling immediate frustration tighten her muscles. "Shit. Looks like the fun's over."
Silas followed her gaze, instantly tensing up again as he watched the motorcycle glide smoothly to a stop at the alley's entrance.
Miss Militia gracefully hopped off and waved at them. "Shadow Stalker," Miss Militia said sharply, her voice calm but distinctly firm as she surveyed the scene before her. "Vista told me you'd picked up a... guest on patrol. Mind introducing us?"
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