[February 24th TST/October 17th DBT]
Though he initially experienced a sense of incongruence returning to his palace after such an extended period away from it, Vahn was completely in his element after four days, his expression a relaxed, smoldering smile as he made his way down the spacious corridor connecting his bedroom to the ninth floor's communal bath.
'I guess this is going to be the norm from now on...' mused Vahn, passing between two rows of Sisters wearing matching, Maid-themed lingerie that included a sheer, black lace bra with seams that could be parted to reveal their nipples, side-tie panties with a similar seam for their pussies, aprons that only covered their crotches, and an almost customary combination of toeless, heelless stockings and garter belts. No one had ordered them to, but now that the majority of their collective had access to the upper three floors of his palace, there were as many as six hundred Sisters present on just the ninth alone, with two hundred gathering to greet him with a steep, respectful bow first thing in the morning.
After passing through the pleasantly fragrant hallway, Vahn entered his personal changing room and simply waited as five Sisters, who had been on standby, immediately approached to disrobe him. This was more than a little excessive, but Vahn maintained a smile as four of the Sisters took their time removing his clothes, allowing the fifth to prepare what looked like a vaulting horse before bending over it with her ass and already leaky pussy presented.
"Were you looking forward to this, Haruna...?" asked Vahn, his deep and playful tone causing the Sister in question, resembling a short twin-tailed version of Mikoto in her mid to late teens, to flush, nod, and respond with a faint "Nn..." before wagging her butt provocatively. The fact that Vahn could tell them apart and remember each of their names was something the Sisters appreciated greatly, and though she technically had hundreds of hours of experience having sex with him, it would be Haruna's first time receiving him directly.
"Then I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer..." hummed Vahn, lining his cock up with Haruna's incredibly familiar but ultimately foreign slit before slowly pushing his hips forward. The happy, high-pitched, and somewhat nasally moan she produced was also familiar to him, but it still tickled his heart and burned his ears. And though Haruna's tight, contracting insides felt nearly the same as any other Sister with a comparable build, he made triply sure to appreciate the subtle differences...
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Departing his personal changing room, Vahn wasn't surprised to find the formerly quiet, seldom-populated bath abuzz with activity. Excluding the Sisters, a total of forty-nine women from his harem, the Maid Battalion, or affiliated with the former groups, were relaxing in or simply seated around the bath on comfortable patio furniture. Ten ice therapy beds and electric massage chairs had been set up along the left side of the hall from Vahn's approach, and there was even an area in the corner for lifting weights and casually exercising in the buff.
Though there was a noticeable shift in tensions, no one directly called out or paused what they were doing to greet Vahn as he made his way over to a grilling station tended to by a young woman with gentle brown eyes and matching hair that framed a delicate face and cascaded from the back of her head in a long, free-flowing ponytail. Notably, she was one of the only women present who wasn't naked. Instead, she was wearing a shiny blue bikini that fastened beneath her modest but shapely breasts, white short-shorts that were conspicuously unbuttoned, and a thin pink ribbon—used to tie up her hair.
Noticing Vahn's approach, the sporty-looking brunette adopted a broad smile that couldn't completely conceal her nervousness as she greeted, "Good morning, Master Vahn. Would you like a piece of sausage? Or did you perhaps need me for...something else?"
"Good morning to you as well, Reimi..." responded Vahn, maintaining his natural smolder as he sized up the former Space Reconnaissance Force Comms Officer, contemplating his options. Reimi had joined the Pavilion as a First-Grade Maid to secure resources for her homeworld, which had recently begun exploring other worlds. She was a bona fide heroine who had fought to prevent her universe's reset at the hands of an entity called the Apostle of Creation, but as that hadn't addressed the underlying issue of her dying civilization's need for habitable, unclaimed worlds to colonize and harvest resources from, she was one of three women from her setting who joined the Pavilion for personal or diplomatic purposes.
Recalling that he had only had Reimi act in her capacity as a First-Grade Maid on a single occasion, three days after her joining, Vahn smiled and affirmed, "Well, since you were kind enough to offer..." while gesturing to his right.
"I understand..." responded Reimi, her face developing a light flush as she closed the grill and adjusted a dial to slow the passage of time within to a crawl. The thought of having sex in front of so many people had her heart beating madly within her chest, but whenever such doubts appeared, she thought about the terraformation devices and the nearly fifteen quintillion dollars worth of invaluable ship-building resources her joining the Pavilion had secured for her people.
With such thoughts in mind, alongside the memories of her first time with Vahn, Reimi closed her eyes and placed her hands against the wall next to the grilling station. She failed to realize that Vahn's gesture, specifically in the direction of the women's dressing room, was him implicitly suggesting that they relocate. Since he didn't want to disregard her resolve, however, he took a moment to admire her well-trained bottom before moving closer and carefully lowering both her shorts and her bikini bottoms.
Fortunately for Reimi, who thought she might die from the embarrassment of her voice leaking out, a group of Sisters promptly approached to set up sound-absorbing bamboo partitions around her and Vahn. Thus, while she unfailingly panted, moaned, and cried out her Master's name, the only one who got to hear her was Vahn himself...
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With seven of his nine selves with his kids and one attending to Aileen, who he was still in the process of pacifying after not allowing her to enter the Training Room, Vahn found himself seated in the spherical, blast-proof meditation chamber he had constructed to help him attune with Laev-tan.
"Haaaaa...I still can't believe you managed to awaken your second Innate through having sex..." groaned Laev-tan, her spiritual form splayed on the floor next to Vahn, visibly sulking as he sat with his eyes closed in a lotus posture with his fingers forming a circle around his navel and the physical form of her spear floating before him.
"Is that really such a bad thing...?" asked Vahn, his tone casual, devoid of shame as he contended, "It feels amazing, and it greatly benefits those I care about. Kushina has yet to resume training in earnest, but her Chakra reserves have grown to the point she's as strong as a Jinchuriki without a Tailed Beast..."
"Yeah...and despite my exasperation, I'm happy you seem to be enjoying yourself..." conceded Laev-tan, closing her eyes and exhaling an audibly exasperated sigh before appending, "But while the strength of others can be a part of your own, your priorities should be increasing your power and the strength of your Soul. That means progressing through the Corridor or facing challenges outside the purview of your authority..."
"I understand that," affirmed Vahn, opening his eyes and directing a smile at the petite, tomboyish Dragon girl, and stating, "We're currently making some minor tweaks to the Tower and Termina's structure, but once things have settled down and Tsunade has given birth, I'm planning a protracted stay in the Corridor."
"How long is protracted...?" asked Laev-tan, rising to a seated position, moving her tail from under her, and approaching Vahn on her hands and knees before plopping into his lap. In response, he caressed her flat and paradoxically metal-hard yet soft belly, answering, "I mentioned it could be as long as a year, and that's outside. Depending on how extreme the time dilation gets after the Abyssal Maw, I imagine it would be between ten and twenty years."
"Mmn...if we're going to be alone all that time, I might need to overhaul my appearance..." noted Laev-tan, surprising Vahn considerably as she began to inflate in size, going from a slender and petite tomboy with the physique of an eight to ten-year-old to a Draconic beauty in her early-to-mid-twenties, with slightly maroon-tinted hair, a considerably thicker tail to match her nearly E-Cup breasts, a particularly pliant-looking butt, and thick thighs.
Before Vahn could comment, Laev-tan moved his hand from her belly to her left breast, smiling as she expressed, "I might not wholly approve of how you're changing, but a top-quality spirit weapon adapts to its wielder. If you've embraced becoming a pervert, I will become a weapon befitting a pervert."
"Well, you certainly chose a suitable form..." noted Vahn, only hesitating briefly before giving Laev-tan's soft but resilient breast a squeeze through the elastic, form-fitting fabric of her top.
"I can also modify my voice," informed Laev-tan, her voice changing mid-sentence from the cheeky, high-pitched but low voice of a tomboy to the deep, husky tones of a mature, aloof-sounding woman. Then, to complete the look, she altered the structure of her eyes and somewhat thick brows, narrowing and thinning them to give herself a natural smolder.
Adopting a smolder of his own, Vahn remarked, "I feel that your previous appearance and way of speaking suited you well, but if this is something you've decided for yourself, I won't try to change your mind. There's just something I need to clarify..."
"Mmn...it's not impossible, but from the perspective of other people, it would look like you're doing it with air," stated Laev-tan, assuming Vahn wanted to know if they were able to have sex. Thus, her cheeks tinted a faint shade of red as his smile gained a hint of awkwardness, followed by him clarifying, "That's useful to know, but what I wanted to explain is that we won't be alone while in the Corridor. Lupheria insists on tagging along, and when we're between expeditions, I'm planning to rest and recuperate at the base camp we establish. Ten to twenty years may be a fleeting blip in the scope of eternity, but when I'm barely forty? There's no meaning to acquiring power to protect those I care for if I can't be there with them to show I do. That was Minato's mistake..."
"Right...makes sense..." conceded Laev-tan, avoiding Vahn's gaze as she was still embarrassed by the misunderstanding. Luckily, she had a great segue, rolling off of Vahn's lap and sliding her thick, craggy tail across the ground and under her left leg before lying back onto her elbows, causing her hips to be raised naturally as she argued, "But since you brought it up, we may as well try having sex..."
Tilting his head slightly to the side, Vahn briefly considered pointing out that it was Laev-tan who almost unilaterally brought up the possibility of them having sex before wisely deciding against it. Instead, he straddled her tail and pushed up her legs, prompting her to hold them herself as he motioned to tear her black panties and the sheer, glossy fabric of her dark grey bodysuit. In the end, the two layers of cloth dissolved into black and grey dust particles before he could tear them, exposing a sight that, very briefly, had Vahn reconsidering his actions.
With a resting body temperature of 1500°C, Laev-tan's nearly white-hot horns, feet, and tail weren't the hottest parts of her body. If she opened her mouth and exhaled, the back of her throat would turn white-hot, and when he spread her pussy, what awaited Vahn looked like the entrance of a crucible. Only he could feel the sweltering heat radiating from it, but as he was capable of converting his body into significantly hotter flames, he ultimately unsheathed his cock and began lubricating it with the slight but growing fluids leaking from Laev-tan's pussy—visually resembling molten metal but even more slippery than the fluids produced by his Oil-Oil Fruit powers...
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Return to Form,' 'Sense of Duty,' 'The Bond Between a Man and his Spear'...)