[March 1st TST/October 22nd DBT]
Though there were only a few hours remaining before the opening of the Tower, Vahn wasn't making preparations as he usually would. Instead, he had spent the day as if it were any other, bonding with his children, being confined to Aileen's room, checking in with those monitoring the progress of events in other worlds, and generally indulging himself.
"Seeing how carefree you're being...I guess the rumors circulating about are true..." groaned the inordinately buxom, strawberry-blonde sharing a sofa with Vahn, lying on her side as his nearly 33cm penis slid in and out of her fully acclimated pussy. She, Matsumoto Rangiku, had cropped her hair to be shoulder-length the day she joined the 14th Division, but it had since regained its length, extending to the small of her back in long, wavy locks.
"What rumors...?" asked Vahn, holding Rangiku's gaze, her naturally sultry, pale blue eyes locked onto him as she did her best to appear relaxed and conversational despite her insides ceaselessly quivering in the throes of a weak but relentless orgasm. Unfortunately for her, while Vahn had always respected her request to take things slowly when they had sex, that didn't prevent his penis from feeling divine or her pussy from yielding and taking the shape of his cock.
Exhaling from her nose, Rangiku closed her eyes and relaxed her head on the firm pillow supporting it as she answered, "It's been going around that the Tower will remain open following the start of this next cycle. But when I asked Shiba-taichou and Kuchiki-fukutaicho about it, they told me to ask you..."
"Hmmm...that explains why you invited me over like this. We usually only cross paths at parties or during division functions..." noted Vahn, causing Rangiku to open her eyes partway and stare directly ahead at the hearth in front of the sofa, seemingly contemplating her response.
Kissing the deepest parts of Rangiku's pussy, Vahn gently stimulated her uterus with his glans as he expanded, "To answer your question, yes, the Tower will remain open from now on. However, the time compression has been localized to the Dungeons, with those on higher Floors having much greater compression ratios, resetting every twenty-four hours."
"Doesn't that give those capable of reaching higher Floors an advantage over those in lower Floors...?" asked Rangiku, punctuating her question by sucking in and biting her bottom lip. She both hated and loved when Vahn teased her in such a manner, as, while it felt incredible, she could feel her cervix practically kissing his glans, eager to welcome another innervating creampie—her 1,318th according to the scandalous Thousandfold Chalice Title she had received at the one-thousand mark. It granted her a 0.01% increase to her parameters each time she received a creampie from Vahn, specifically. And while that might not sound like a lot, it was effectively an increase of 0.2~0.4% each night spent with him.
"Those capable of reaching higher Floors already have an advantage over those who can't..." countered Vahn, resuming slow, full-length thrusts as he revealed, "And according to the Administrator's analytics, the higher an Ascendee's Rank, the less time they spend, on average, trying to increase their strength further. It's because once someone reaches the pinnacle of strength in their world and has the means to attain whatever they need to sustain the lifestyle of their choosing, they have no pressing need to grow stronger."
Feeling it was just as good a time as any to finish, Vahn bottomed out in Rangiku's pussy, the swelling of his dick causing her to habitually clench as tightly as she could. As a result, while he released nearly 100ml of hot and sticky semen deep inside of her, causing her to shudder and hold her breath, his glistening dick was practically clean when he pulled it from her with an audible pop.
"Once again, you don't hesitate to cum inside me..." sighed Rangiku, her face flushed as she rose to a seated position and combed the stray hairs dangling over her face behind her right ear.
"Weren't you the one who gave me the green light?" asked Vahn, rising to his feet and standing with his hands posed on his hips, his penis naturally aimed at Rangiku's face. In response, she produced a scrunch and used it to tie back her hair, her slightly glazed blue eyes fixed on his glans as she affirmed, "I did. But that's the type of thing you should confirm each time, just to be polite..."
Instead of immediately resorting to the use of her mouth, Rangiku fixed her posture and hefted her heavy, H-cup breasts to envelop nearly four-fifths of Vahn's cock with their pillowy softness. She still had things she wanted to discuss, so while keeping her gaze lowered, she remarked, "I never did thank you for mediating to stop former-Captain Ichimaru from being executed. It can't be denied that he committed many evil acts, but even before knowing his reasons, I never believed he was an evil person. Sixteen hundred years in Muken is a long time, but a life of repentance is better than death..."
"Do you want to send him another care package...?" asked Vahn, feeling a twinge of guilt. He hadn't refused Rangiku when she expressed her desire to become a First-Class for similar reasons to Kushina. Gin had his chance with her, and since the squinty-eyed Shinigami had told her that he would rather be executed than see her waste her life accompanying him into the Muken, Vahn felt it would have been cruel to reject her advances—even if he knew she was forcing herself to be with him.
"I would..." affirmed Rangiku, exhaling from her nose and muttering, "Even witless, stone-headed idiots need to eat to avoid wasting away..." before squeezing her breasts together, leaning forward with her eyes closed, and using her tongue to guide Vahn's cock into her mouth and throat. Then, as was almost always the case after she brought up her childhood friend and lover, Rangiku became markedly more aggressive, creating a seal with her mouth and giving Vahn a vigorous vacuum blowjob while gazing up at him with upturned, spite-filled eyes...
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[March 14th DxD/November 4th DBT]
While Aileen continued to keep her personal version of him trapped in her increasingly fragrant room, at least one version of Vahn was seated in his command theater, observing seventeen displays of concurrent revolutions taking place in the world of One Piece. This included a large-scale raid on Dressrossa, commanded by a now eighteen-year-old Rebecca, who, once she had successfully freed her Kingdom, vowed that she would be joining the Pavilion as a First-Class Maid.
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Shifting his gaze to a display that depicted the Holy Land of Mary Geoise being reduced to atoms under a sustained orbital bombardment, courtesy of the Vegapunks' prototype interstellar flagship, the Stella Arkadia, Vahn couldn't help feeling that permitting the group of mad scientists access to the blueprints of a 1,300m-class starship was overkill. Their version was barely a quarter that, being 333m, but in a world dominated by sea travel, a ship capable of 20% the speed of light and exospheric targeting from as high as 6,000km was very nearly setting-breaking if not for the existence of canonical Space Pirates—currently observing the Stella Arkadia from a mining base on the moon.
"They're really going at it, aren't they...?" remarked Bonney, seated atop Vahn's left thigh and leaning against him with his hand on her ass, clad in a pair of simple cotton panties with a colorful flower pattern. Beyond that, her only other article of clothing was a tight white tee that looked like it might tear open at any moment, the result of her deliberately consuming special crops to make her bust an even 100cm.
"Do you want to lend a hand...?" asked Vahn, giving Bonney's ass a light smack for effect. She had ultimately decided against assisting with the Revolutionary Army's takeover, but since her father was taking part, she couldn't not watch things play out.
"Can't you just evacuate anyone I would have?" asked Bonney, turning to stare at Vahn with serious, upturned eyes as she proposed, "I'll suck your dick."
"I'm not going to refuse, but I would be taking advantage if I didn't reveal we had already made a deal with the Revolutionary Army to move citizens on the brink of losing their lives or sustaining serious bodily harm to a safe location..." revealed Vahn, smiling awkwardly.
"That's too bad for you...because I'm not gonna suck your dick for that old man's sake..." remarked Bonney, adopting a cheeky smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Fortunately for her, Vahn knew her well enough to understand that she wanted him to distract her, so without hesitation, he tilted his head to the side, leaned in, and kissed her. During the intimacy that followed, her attention would occasionally get drawn to the display following her father, but since Kuma was able to effortlessly tank attacks from an Admiral like Akainu before sending him flying with a swipe of his paw-padded hands and fingers, calling him a Tyrant wasn't an inaccurate descriptor...
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As he had expected her to contact him after things in her Kingdom had settled down, Vahn was surprised when he received a priority message from Rebecca at nearly three in the morning. Lucky for her, he only kept six bodies active in case he needed to react to an emergency, so shortly after her message—informing him of her revolution's success and asking to meet him—he created a Flower-Flower Clone and teleported outside of her room on the palace's fourth floor.
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With his arrival occurring mere moments after he received her message and agreed to head over, Vahn was moderately surprised when, before he could retract his right hand from Rebecca's door, it swung open to reveal the shapely, pink-haired Princess blushing to her ears in sexy, pale green lingerie that matched the style commonly worn by the executive members of his harem. The biggest difference was that, instead of a bra, Rebecca's breasts were accentuated and her waist constrained by a frilly corset with crisscrossing strings at the front.
Following a brief pause where they simply stared at each other, Rebecca folded her hands over her lap, closed her eyes, and offered a deep, nearly sixty-degree bow as she expressed, "As pledged, I will be in Vahn-sama's care and the service of the Dragon's Pavilion from now on. I promise to do everything within my ability to become useful to the Pavilion, but until that day, it will be my pleasure to be of service to you as a First-Class Maid, no matter what that entails."
Raising her head, smiling, and placing her folded hands on her abdomen, Rebecca made her resolution clear by asserting, "That includes assisting with the propagation of your esteemed and noble lineage. My own might be inconsequential in comparison, but I will give my all to ensure that any children you deign to bless me with will grow happy, healthy, and strong."
"Never again devalue yourself in such a manner..." stated Vahn, his tone low and serious as he stepped forward to slip his hands around Rebecca, grabbing her well-trained ass and causing her to tense like a deer caught in headlights as he pulled her closer, his bulge pressing snugly against her crotch as he added, "Everyone has the same value at the most basic level of their existence—the soul. Some of us may be blessed with powers that others find difficult to imagine, but there is no level of existence that can't be attained with hard work and access to the necessary resources. Never forget that..."
"Understoo—I mean, yes, Master..." responded Rebecca, swallowing hard as her eyes flicked between Vahn's eyes and lips. The latter had truthfully been considering talking her out of becoming a First-Class Maid, but after lecturing her and seeing the hunger in her glistening, red-brown eyes, the thought disappeared like sea foam within Vahn's mind. As it did, he slowly tilted his head and adopted his usual smolder, observing Rebecca as if he were the one waiting for her to act.
Demonstrating why she had a + modifier next to her C-Rank Intelligence, Rebecca immediately picked up on what Vahn was doing, prompting her to tilt her head in the opposite direction before standing on the tips of her toes to be the one to kiss him. Her heart felt as if it was going to beat out of her chest, but as one of Vahn's self-titled most faithful devotees, being in a position to initiate a kiss with the God who had rescued her from a life of despair and humiliation, gifting her hope and the opportunity to change her destiny, was a dream come true...
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