"Alright...give Orochi hell..." said Vahn, kneeling so that he could caress the sides of Yamato's face in her fox form.
"He doesn't stand a chance..." responded Yamato, licking Vahn's lips a few times before departing through her personal dimensional gate, resembling a crimson Torii. She briefly stopped after passing through to stare back at Vahn from over her left shoulder, but after seeing him nod, she turned and continued on her way, determined to confront her father and then liberate Wano from the villainous Orochi's tyranny.
'There she goes...' mused Vahn, already missing the loveable Oni. Three months wasn't that protracted a period, but since it had mostly been the two of them until near the end of their cohabitation, he was going to miss their fooling around, training, and cuddling.
Shifting his gaze to Grayfia, who had been observing his and Yamato's parting moments with a faint smile, Vahn reflexively extended his right hand, prompting her to step forward and into his embrace. Then, after a lengthy exchange of saliva, he separated from her lips and expressed, "I need some time to recenter myself. When Serafall and Gabriel return from their tour of the Black Tower, please find something to occupy them until dinner. I will be with my children until then..."
"Leave it to me..." answered Grayfia, narrowing her silver eyes and taking the initiative to give Vahn another deep and protracted kiss before leaving to convey his will to Venelana. In her wake, Vahn stared at where she had disappeared for several seconds before teleporting around a few times to pick up Lupheria, Lastia, and Kunou for an impromptu picnic and play date with Dizzy, accompanied by Misla, Jack-O, and Yasaka...
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'Oh, wow...' thought Vahn, his brows rising as Serafall entered the private dining hall that had been arranged for their meeting in an elegant kimono with a lavender base, a dark purple hem, billowy sleeves, and an intricate flower pattern. A blue and yellow obi adorned her waist with a six-bowed purple ribbon, and in place of her usual twin tails, she had her long, black hair fixed into a loose bun with an ornate, lavender-hued hibiscus hairpin.
Leaving Vahn visibly slack-jawed and at a loss for words, Serafall's arrival was promptly followed by a wingless Gabriel, similarly modeling a kimono but with an ivory-white base and pale golden accents. She carried a gold, cross-shaped scepter that came to a point in her right hand, and her long, slightly curly golden hair pulsed with a faint luminance, much like the halo that produced a soft hum as it rotated slowly above her head.
"Hooooo~? I take it you approve of our outfits~?" asked Serafall, grinning mischievously as she approached the small, low-lying wooden table Vahn had hurriedly risen from. Then, surprising him immensely, she grabbed his right and held it up, linking their fingers before putting considerable power into her grip as she meaningfully muttered, "I heard that you got Rias and many other women pregnant...you need to take better care of Sona..." with a smile that didn't quite reach her violet eyes.
"I understand..." answered Vahn, offering a nod and doing his best not to grimace as Serafall's vice-like grip nearly fractured the bones in his hand and knuckles.
"Good boy..." hummed Serafall, punctuating her words with a wink before releasing her hold on Vahn's hand, gently tapping his bulge with the back of her right hand, and separating from him.
"I was unaware that the two of you were close..." remarked Gabriel, her emerald eyes slightly droopy, giving them a wistful quality and a poised, near-perpetual smile adorning her face. Immediately after, she closed her eyes and bowed respectfully toward Vahn, the thin halo above her head producing a pleasant, bell-like chime as she softly appended, "Ah, pardon my rudeness. I have yet to thank Vahn-sama for his care and compassion these past few months. The entirety of Heaven owes you a debt that can never be repaid. As one of its representatives and the Seraphim chosen to oversee my kind these next fifty years, please do not hesitate to notify me if there is anything I can do for you..."
With Gabriel too far for him to extend his hand to caress her head, Vahn offered a curt nod and responded, "I will assuredly keep that in mind. But for now, please raise your head, and let's be seated. We aren't particularly pressed for time, but long conversations are best enjoyed over a delicious meal and fine wine..."
"It would be both an honor and a pleasure..." responded Gabriel, raising her head and presenting a strikingly beautiful smile that caused the room to appear noticeably brighter.
"Hey, do you mind dialing it back a bit, you feathery hag?" asked Serafall, shattering the pleasant atmosphere as she questioned, "Are you trying to chase me away by emitting holy light like a furnace? Don't make me wear you like a glove."
"Now isn't the time for your childish antics, Serafall-sama..." countered Gabriel, maintaining her smile but exuding a surprising amount of mutual hostility as she met Serafall's gaze with a narrow-eyed side-eye. As the top women in their respective factions, she and Serafall had been rivals for hundreds of years. However, as Serafall wasn't even six hundred years old, she was admittedly quite a bit older—her lifespan closer to five digits than three...
Despite their brief back and forth, Serafall and Gabriel simultaneously took their seats, leaving Vahn to stare at them with slightly raised brows before taking his own. Shortly after, several Sisters arrived in traditional Japanese Maid outfits, consisting of simple green or purple kimonos, tabi socks, and thick wooden geta. Fortunately, none of them commented on him being a super pervert or anything similar, allowing the atmosphere to settle into one suited to a lengthy and overall amiable discussion focused on the future...
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[December 4th DxD/July 27th DBT]
After a pleasant evening with Ravel, followed by an invigorating morning with Grayfia, Venelana, and Misla, Vahn, somewhat begrudgingly, met up with Azazel in an invitation-only Succubus-run lounge on the palace's first floor. He wasn't too sure when the idea of opening such an establishment was first proposed, but since operating within the palace was much safer for the Succubi in question than their original world, he relented and even visited on occasion to ensure the other guests weren't misbehaving.
Seated across from Vahn in a private booth, Azazel, his sharp, violet-hued eyes focused on the buxom and scantily clad Succubi roaming around the lounge, playfully hummed, "You've been holding out on me, Vahn. Keeping a place like this all to yourself...and here I thought we were friends..."
"Perhaps we will be, someday..." responded Vahn, closing his eyes and sipping a chilled beverage, a peculiar and surprisingly delectable mix of espresso and sweet, citrus-flavor liqueur. Many of the beverages in the dimly lit, exceptionally aromatic lounge were designed to lull customers into a state of half-consciousness, enabling the Succubi to employ their magic without servicing them directly, but as a VVIP, he was one of the lucky few the diverse array of exotic women were willing to accompany without question.
"I understand your desire to spend time with your harem, but you would benefit from having at least a handful of males you can trust..." remarked Azazel, shrugging and grinning as he appended, "Though, considering my reputation and conspiratory nature, it's understandable I'm not at the top of such a list. At the very least, I can promise not to cross you in a manner that would irreversibly burn the bridges between us..."
"It is something I've thought about on more than a handful of occasions," revealed Vahn, meeting Azazel's gaze as he contended, "But discovering such companionship and camaraderie organically is easier said than done. I've tried forming male friendships with people other than Issei and Kiba, but few can empathize with a Dragon God who seems to have everything, particularly a harem of exceptional beauties..."
"Yeah...it probably doesn't help that your intervention could resolve most problems, at least within the confines of Invirtua..." conceded Azazel. "If the average protagonist discovered that, they would probably resent you for allowing them to experience whatever suffering led to them becoming a hero or whatnot in the first place..."
"And since I'm surrounded by exceptional women who are determined to become even stronger, any teams or parties I form would almost certainly include them..." appended Vahn. "Doing otherwise would be inconsiderate toward those who have pledged themselves to me and the success of the Dragon's Pavilion..."
"Mmm...well, if nothing else, I suppose you could befriend or expand your connections through your kids?" reasoned Azazel, revealing, "When I last met with Jiraiya, I learned that Minato and Kushina were expecting. Odds are favorable that they'll be born around the same time as your first batch of brats."
"More to the point, what did you want to discuss...?" asked Vahn. "I don't mind meeting like this to chat or trade information, but I had to push aside a few things to facilitate this meeting."
"Aw...and here I was thinking we were bonding..." teased Azazel, grinning cheekily and taking a drink before his expression abruptly turned serious, followed by his revealing, "I spoke with Vali last night...if you'll allow it, he wants to bring his team into Termina to increase their strength. Ophis was something of a friend and mentor to him, so he plans to recover her, even if it means confronting the remainder of the Khaos Brigade himself."
"His presence would aid in Issei's growth..." acknowledged Vahn, his tone flat and expression thoughtful as he glanced down at the contents of his crystalline, rocks-style glass. He didn't trust Vali, but he also didn't get the impression that the silver-haired descendant of Lucifer was truly evil or malicious. If he had wanted to cause maximum chaos, he could have betrayed them much sooner during the summit, but he had instead fought on their side until the remaining enemies were eliminated before revealing his hand and making his move...
After considering things with his enhanced perception, Vahn supplied a curt nod, affirming, "I'll allow them entry. However, they won't be able to take up residence in Termina directly. Instead, I will send them to a world where they can increase their power and spread their influence between Tower cycles. There are plenty of wuxia and xianxia-themed settings that would benefit from a Heavenly Dragon shaking things up..."
"Knowing Vali, he would enjoy that greatly," hummed Azazel, rising from his seat, smiling, and adding, "Since we're pressed for time, I'll head out and transmit your decision immediately."
"Alright," responded Vahn, finishing his drink before adding, "I'm going to be busy until this evening, so if you bring them over, keep in mind that you will be responsible for them."
"I hear you loud and clear~" hummed Azazel, having already turned to leave, meeting the gaze of several curious Succubi as he departed. In his wake, a particularly buxom Succubi with long, straight, pale pink hair and elf-like ears approached Vahn to ask if he would like some company, but since he had numerous prior engagements, he politely declined but left a fairly sizeable tip before leaving...
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"Gods...I needed this..." groaned Korra, pinned beneath Vahn with closed eyes and an enamored expression as he thrust into her slowly but deeply. She was one of the women he had left behind during the Khaos Brigade's raid, so she had been experiencing symptoms akin to withdrawal after not having sex with him for more than three months.
"I'm sorry if you felt neglected..." muttered Vahn, kissing and suckling the left side of Korra's neck.
"It's not like you invited those assholes to attack you...I'm just relieved our kid won't be growing up without a father..." sighed Korra, surprising and motivating Vahn by locking her legs around his waist and drawing him deep inside her. This made it difficult for him to move, but it allowed them to better experience each other's warmth, leading to a lengthy make-out session and even slower, more deliberate lovemaking...
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