It was the biggest news in Brockton Bay. Kaiser sent one of his cronies to assassinate Thomas Calvert, CEO of Fortress Constructions. More than the fact that a high profile businessman was assassinated by a villain cape, it was the fact that it was a Neo-Nazi who assassinated a high profile Black and Successful businessman.

The shitstorm that brew on the internet and the media was legendary. It put all American presidential scandals put together and still came out bigger. There were outcries from all over the nation, even other villains.

Kaiser, of course, vehemontly denied this, stating that "an unknown third party" was behind the assassination.

Then someone (me) leaked that Coil was missing and all of his mercenaries had fled. With a bit of tinfoil hat conspiracy on my part for the better part of the night and next morning, people were beginning to think…

'Hey, did Kaiser just assassinate a rival cape?'

'Didn't Kaiser say that he didn't order it?'

'Yeah, but this is like what happend with that one chick.'

'Who?'

'New Wave girl, Fleur! She got slitted in her own home by an E88 gangster.'

And then…

'Is Kaiser sending assassins and then killing them later to deny accusations?'

Now, not all of it was me. I dropped a hint here and there as if I was a tinfoil conspiracy theorist, but when they were easy facts for the public to see after a while…

Well-.

BOOM

I jolted out of my seat as something big blew up in the distance, causing me to drop my (stolen) smartphone, and I ran to the windows of my abandoned apartment to see the cause.

My eyes widened in horror as I saw a giant explosion raging briefly in the Downtown area before it subsided and fire began to rage and roar.

Did Coil have timed bombs in his fucking base?! … It would be what Coil would do.

As I slid back into my room, ignoring the rumble closing in, and then ducked when the half-broken glass window broke further when the explosion's shockwave struck the building I was in.

'A lot of people just died,' a corner of my mind informed me.

[True] Infoman confirmed.

So basically, that just happened … because I killed Coil.

[True.]

Uh… oops?

The first thing I did was to drive to Taylor's house, because it was still morning, Taylor shouldn't have gone to school yet when that explosions happened-.

I quickly ran up to the house and knocked on the door.

There was a bump rush of steps and then Taylor opened the door. Her eyes widened in surprise then relief. She latched onto me and -.

Ring ring ring.

She jumped back away from me. "I-It's probably dad calling," she mumbled as she went to the house phone, which was somewhere between the kitchen and the living room. I was going to have to fix her lack of self-confidence.

Taylor picked up the ringing phone and began to talk to the person on the other side. And considering how many times she was saying "dad," it was her dad, Danny Hebert. I walked in (she did leave it open) and sat down on the couch.

After a while, the conversation ended with a overused "I love you" and "I love you, too."

… Now that I thought about it, I was going to be saying and hearing that a lot around Taylor, wasn't I?

She set the phone down and diddled over to me.

"So?" I asked her.

"Dad was checking up on me," she said, and I could hear just a tiny bit of resentment mixed in with a lot of relief. I supposed that she was happy he wasn't dead and … angry that he was paying attention so very late.

I pulled her down to the couch, forcing her to sit on my lap.

She blushed as I placed one hand on her legs and the other around her waist, grasping her right side. A lot of height was in her legs, so when she was sitting in my lap like this, she was just half a head shorter than myself while I sat.

"I'm glad you're alright, too," I said as I looked down at her angularly.

"Me too," she mumbled, looking away. Whether it was embarrassment or something else, it didn't matter; she hunched her shoulders and back with her gesture, and this made her look like the very thing her bullies at school were trying to make (if I have my information right).

I clicked my tongue, causing her to snap her face up to look at me.

"No slouching," I chided as I ran my hand from the waist to the small of her back and gliding my finger along her spine. She shivered as she straightened to my touch. "You look better like this."

"... Really?" she asked hopefully.

"I wouldn't do this if you weren't."

"Do-?"

It was a test of sorts. Just how deep and tight was the emotional bond that "Willing Chain" placed on a person?

And what did her supple lips feel like?

The fingers that glided up to her shoulder slithered around her neck and then lightly cupped her chin and tilted her towards me. Her eyes looked at me in confusion before I pulled her in and took her lips in mine.

She squeaked (cute) and looked at me with wide eyes. Her lips parted just a little in surprise even as she blushed up a storm and I pulled her deeper in by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her up.

I went a step further.

I slid the hand I'd placed on her thigh away and placed them on her stomach. She was wearing the baggy T-shirt that she was described to have wore, and it really didn't look good on her. I was going to have to burn it.

My hand snapped, moving underneath her shirt in an instant, and snaked slowly up her … toned stomach.

Oh, I liked this.

She squeaked and her eyes flew open (when had they closed?) and struggled briefly in my embrace. But after a second, she relented and just opted to wrap her arms around my neck and hold that position.

Acceptance.

Whoever said Taylor wasn't sexy? I mean sure, she didn't have the assets at the chest or the butt, but the rest of her was just too good!

I flipped her around so that it was Taylor who was now sitting on the couch and I who was not. I was slightly leaning on it but not overly so and was now hovering over Taylor. I broke the kiss and looked down at her, and she looked up at me in hopeful anticipation.

"Taylor," I said gravely.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Do you remember what I said about how this was going to go?"

"You… said you… were … going to use me," she whispered, not quite meeting my eyes. She wouldn't reject me, though. I knew this.

After all, I provided her with comfort and dependency (drove right over here to check up on her when even her dad hadn't) with a promise that I wouldn't abandon her.

Was it a hollow promise? No, so in a sense, she was getting everything she wanted from a real boyfriend, a partner, or a husband. Except I had forced this one her and kept her from spilling the beans by ensuring through a heinous mind control power.

We were both happy and she was mine. Why did the details matter?

"Yes." I decided to be extremely blunt. I leaned in, getting our foreheads to almost touch. "And I want to … use you… right now."

She shivered.

"... I … I…"

I slipped my hands underneath her clothes, one under her baggy pants and one back under her t-shirt. As small as her breasts may have been, they were still a woman's breasts, and when I slipped my fingers under and groped her, she squeaked.

I dove right back in and began to kiss her as I slowly began to remove her clothes.

She broke the kiss on her initiative. "W-Wait, not here. I-In my room-!" I shut her up by kissing her again but heeded her. I stopped stripping her, picked her up, and carried her up the stairs.

"Which room?"

"F-First right-!"

I pushed the door open with my back and then closed it with my foot. I walked over to her bed, ignoring everything else, pushed the blanket aside, and placed her down on her back.

And then I really got to stripping her.

I grabbed her pants and undid the belt, and with a single pull, tossed the baggy thing aside, revealing all of her long and firm yet slender legs in all of their glory.

"W-Wait, wa-!" she squirmed but I ignored her in favor of grabbing the edge of her t-shirt and pulling it over her head. Her hair got caught and then sprawled all around her head when the t-shirt came off.

I looked down at Taylor, who laid there with only her bra and panties, and she blushed furiously in red. Her lips quivered as she whimpered.

It only made me… harder.

I pulled my shirt off and I saw her stare at my muscles for a second. Thanks to hundreds of hours of swimming, I was a athletically fit man in his prime. I had very little fat, and what fat I did have only bulked me up along the curves and grooves of my muscles.

"Taylor," I growled.

"A-Alan," she whimpered as she tried to cover her developing breasts and crotch with her arms and hands in vain. "I-I'm scared."

I smiled, not wanting to scare her too much. "That's normal," I told her as I grabbed her left wrist and pulled her left arm off of her breasts. I grabbed her right arm and pulled her hand from her crotch.

Her boobs were covered in a plain bra and her crotch in plain panties. I would have to fix that. I wanted to enjoy and be enjoyed, and presentation was step one in any interaction.

Her boobs were small, yes, but they still had that youthful round firmness. That was good enough for me.

I let go of one of her wrist and then slipped my now free hand under her. I found the latch of the bra with only two feels and then undid it in only three tries.

I looked up at Taylor and frowned. She was looking away from me with tears in her eyes. I stopped stripping her, leaving her bras where they were and gently tilted her face back to me by the chin.

The tears trickled down the sides of her face as she stared up at me in apprehension, need, and confusion.

"Taylor," I said gently. "You're mine. I'm going to make you mine today."

Taylor looked so confused that it was so cute. She was trying to come to terms with everything… and I loved how it made her squirm.

I stopped hovering over her and undid my belt, and her eyes snapped down as they widened. Smirking, I slowed down my own strip. First, the belt came off. Next, the pants.

This left Taylor staring at me in my boxers and, more specifically, the bulge at my crotch.

I wasn't one for literal dick-measuring contests that happened at my high school locker rooms, so I didn't know where I stood in terms of size. All I knew that both my girth and length were thicker and longer respectively by some margin compared to the American average.

Finally, I pulled the boxers off… and my dick popped up.

Her already red face brightened like a tomato and then a red stop sign.

"U-Uooh… that's … gonna-. That's gonna … fit in me…?" she asked weakly.

I pulled her panties down with minimal resistance from her and I answered her as I stared right into her eyes.

"Yes."

I grabbed my dick and lined myself up. She was already wet, so all I needed to do was be slow and gentle with her.

Then I saw her trying to shunt her emotions. How else would I describe her emotions, ones I could see with body and facial language, just going away?

"Don't," I said as I cupped the side of her cheek with my free hand. "It'll feel good. I promise."

She hesitated and then nodded.

Then her tear works were on. Tears streamed down from her eyes. She was confused, scared, needy, and …

And it turned me on…!

I took a deep breath in, holding myself steady.

I slipped the tip in. Next, the head.

'God, she is so wet and warm!'

And then the first half of the shaft. It was here that I felt her hymen.

It gave it a gentle nudge, and felt it rip.

"AH!" Taylor screamed before she arched her back and began to whimper.

I slid the rest of my dick in, and waited for her. The walls of her vagina quivered all over my dick, and I just wanted to grab her waist and pound her until she was seeing stars and then I -!

Deep breath, Alan. Deep… Breath.

"Taylor?" I called.

She was still whimpering, though it was definitely dying down.

"I'm going to start moving, alright?"

She nodded.

I pulled out my dick halfway, and then slowly pushed myself back in. I groaned as the pleasure really hit me. This was fucking torture!

Taylor gasped and writhed. As tall as she was, she was still shorter and smaller than I was. This dick of mine would have been comfortable, if a bit large, for average adult woman. Taylor was neither an adult nor fully developed.

I pulled out again and then slid back in. I did this again and again. We felt her juices dribbling out of her vagina, and it was … hard to hold back. My mind was just swimming in the gutter. Images of a pregnant Taylor danced in my mind even as I kept up the painfully slow pace for her sake.

A pregnant Taylor… that was going to be my Taylor…

"I'm picking up pace," I said out loud, and she mewled as I doubled the speed. Then I began to use the full length of my dick.

She screamed in ecstasy as I began to mildly pound into her. There was no stomach bulge or any trash fetish images like that. It was just me, a six-foot four inches tall man with broad shoulders, pumping my dick into a five-foot eight inches tall (plus or minus one inch) teenage girl.

"A-Alan-!" she whimpered as her hands, which had gripped the sheets until now, shot up and wrapped around my biceps. "Alan, I-I want m-mo-"

She didn't need to complete the sentence.

I began to pump faster and harder. My crotch slapped her ass cheeks loudly enough to echo just a little inside her room, and I pulled her up with my hands and kissed her while I just pounded into her.

Taylor moaned and then shrieked, and then whimpered, and finally… Finally…

Taylor groaned as she climaxed. Her walls tightened around me like a vice grip, and after a few more strokes, I slammed down on her with my full length and came inside of her.

Her eyes went glassy and she laid there as I broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

I kept my dick inside of her, just relishing in her warm and the sticky mix of her juices.

"You're mine," I said even as I gasped lightly.

She gulped and gasped. "O-Only… yours…" she mumbled before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

I smiled in victory.

Yes, Taylor was truly mine now.

She woke up an hour later, and I fucked her silly, making her scream my name until she came thrice and I came again inside of her.

It was while she was recovering at our...'animalistic' like activities by embracing the call of Morpheus and while I was staring at the ceiling that my power pinged me.

Apparently, I had a few other facets when it cane to my powers. It was a Striker, changer, and Bio kinetic combo. If I had to describe it with very few words, than it would be a combination of Browbeat and Overhaul from My Hero Academia.

It meant that I could manipulate my body at will, I can be taller, be bigger, or skinnier, make so I was stronger and be ranked as a low level brute. I practiced for a few minutes in order to make sure that I would be able Change my apperance, I did all that in order to be able to become a ghost to the system at any given time like those shape shifters from that show from supernatural from my old life.

And it was with a smile on my face, that the first I did was to changed my features enough that even Coil's moles in Brockton Bay wouldn't be able to recognize me,. Heck, not even the PRT goons, whom were no doubt chasing me after that asshole snake burned me when I woke up in Earth Bet would be able to dod so with all their fancy tech.

I was also a few inches taller now, gave myself the body of an average NFL defensive end. Meaning now, I was built like a fucking brick shit house. It was all worth it, when I Taylor woke up to from her post nut coma, and came face to face with the new and improved me.