[April 4th DxD/November 25th DBT]
Though he had other things going on concurrently, Vahn found himself investing more of his time and attention in matters occurring in the world of Bleach. To that end, he once again found himself in the 14th Division's barracks on the first floor, specifically in a warm, slightly humid, incense-heavy room lined with a large futon and populated by many pillows and, at that moment, six beauties—including a tall, buxom Shinigami with short ashen hair, brown eyes, and a notably full and round ass doing her best to give him a blowjob.
While casually stirring up the ashen-haired woman, Kotetsu Isane, with the fingers of his left hand, Vahn responded to Rangiku's question about why they didn't just give up on the nobles of the Seireitei and start over elsewhere, possibly even Termina, affirming, "That's definitely an option, but the right thing to do is rarely the easiest. And while it might not be my battle to fight, and the people of the Rukongai fundamentally unrelated to me, I feel compelled to support policies that improve their quality of living while backing those willing to fight for them."
"You're so cool..." muttered a petite woman with short, dark-blonde hair, grey eyes with a purple hue, and a lithe figure comparable to Rukia's, but with a ten-centimeter advantage in height. She, Kotetsu Kiyone, was the younger sister of Isane—on loan to the 14th Division from Jushiro's 13th. And in response to Vahn's words, she couldn't help but hug his chest and shoulders tightly from her position behind him, her modest but pleasantly soft breasts pressing against him as she peppered the back and right side of his head with kisses.
"It's something to consider, though..." remarked the only woman present who wasn't wearing her Shihakusho loosely or modeling sexy lingerie, the bespectacled, raven-haired Ise Nanao. As usual, she kept her long black hair pinned back, the combination of her sharp violet eyes and flat bangs framing the right side of her face giving her a serious air about her as she sat in a flawless seiza, reasoning, "If the Pavilion were to allow those who support the Soul Society's reforms to relocate and take up residence here in Termina, it would bring an end to the in-fighting immediately. We would need to address the imbalance created, but if you're able to convince the candidates you've nominated to take up residence in the Soul Society, the disparity shouldn't be unmitigable."
"There's no way you're going to be able to convince my uncle to accept such a nomination, especially with Ichigo and his other two brats to look after," chimed Kukaku, smoking a long pipe and leaning lazily onto a red-and-gold cushioned kyōsoku armrest in nothing but dark purple, firework-pattern thong and foot wraps.
"That's not entirely true..." countered Vahn, prompting Kukaku to raise her right brow questioningly until he revealed, "The last we spoke with Isshin, he said he was willing to join the Central 46 in exchange for guaranteeing his daughters' safety and finacing whatever path they decide to walk, but he wants to wait until they've matured and at least entered High School to revel the truth of their ancestry."
"Isn't that like four years from now...?" asked Kukaku, pointing out, "While it's not unheard of for certain seats on the Central 46 to remain empty for decades at a time, you only have six total, and I can't imagine the Wizard, Hollow, and Quincy representatives you're trying to recruit will represent a unified front. And the reason that monstrous old monk ceded six seats to the Pavilion is because that's the number required to so much as propose a policy change. To get it through overview, you need eighteen, and to get it codified into law, you need thirty-five."
"Yeah, we've already figured out this is part of Ichibe's plan to gain power over me by forcing me to go to him and the 0th Division to circumvent the Central 46's unavoidable stonewalling..." droned Vahn, taking a moment to raise his gaze to meet Isane's as she flushedly stood up and looked down at him in sexy, grey lace panties and a bra. At 187.4cm, she was markedly taller than any other woman present, and as Vahn habitually pulled down to remove her panties, her carefully groomed grey pubes and visibly leaky pussy came into view.
With her panties removed, Isane, flushing to her ears, offered a bashful, "Excuse me..." before placing her hands on Vahn's shoulders and carefully stepping over his crossed legs. Kiyone looked on jealously behind her, but since she knew her turn would come, she didn't complain as her markedly taller and more voluptuous big sister carefully seated herself atop Vahn's lap, welcoming his inordinately long and thick cock into her pussy with a suppressed, highly sensual, closed-eyed groan.
Resting his chin on Isane's left shoulder and fondling her round and pliant butt with his hands, Vahn continued, stating, "As I was saying, this is most likely an extension of Ichibe's efforts to name me, but since that power is ultimately an Authority tied to your setting, it simply isn't going to work no matter how he schemes against me. His best bet would be to become an Ascendee and clear the 50th Floor, but since he believes that label would give me power over him, he'll never do so."
"That man...would it not be better to remove and install someone else in his place...?" asked Rukia, sporting black lace underwear, stockings, and a garter belt as she stared relaxedly but with flushed cheeks at where Vahn and Isane were connected, her insides tensing and fluids leaking from her pussy in anticipation.
"Mmn...it's not impossible..." affirmed Vahn, taking a moment to plant a lingering kiss on Isane's left shoulder to show that he appreciated how enthusiastically she was grinding against him. Then, returning his chin to the buxom woman's shoulder, he added, "But while I'm personally not the biggest fan of the man, anyone who's survived and ruled over a world for more than a million years deserves at least a modicum of deference. And since the Soul King permitted himself to be betrayed out of consideration for his descendants' autonomy, we ultimately lack a sufficient pretense to depose him..."
"Haaaa...shouldn't it be enough that he's a callous asshole who only cares about maintaining his position at the top...?" asked Rangiku, slumping onto a large, plush, cylindrically-shaped pillow in her loosely worn Shihakusho, the prominent contours of her body, particularly her breasts and the curve of her hips and ass, impossible to ignore.
"Who would you install in his place...?" asked Vahn, genuinely curious, as at least forty percent of the reason he had gathered the group of women was to hear their opinions and whether they had any solutions in mind to address their world's issues. The remaining sixty percent was making sure they got their daily dose of his semen, deep within their pussies.
"How about Urahara Kisuke...?" proposed Kukaku, taking a drag from her pipe and exhaling a long stream of smoke before contending, "That man's definitely an odd one, but he created something like the Hogyoku, and his first thought wasn't to use its power to basically grant him any wish but to seal it away so that it couldn't be misused."
"While I can't deny that Urahara-san is capable, I can't help but feel that his nature isn't far from Ichibe-dono's..." muttered Rukia, the slight crease of her brows reminding Kukaku of Urahara's past indiscretions against her.
Garnering everyone but Isane's attention, as she was fully focused on the feeling of pleasure permeating her pussy and getting Vahn to reward her efforts with a creampie, Nanao asked, "Would it not be possible to restore Reiō-sama and simply allow him to represent himself?"
"Mmn...there's no reason I can think of for why it shouldn't be possible..." affirmed Vahn, tightening his hold on Isane's body and causing her to cry out, shudder, and cling tightly to him as he filled her womb to the point of inflating it slightly as he contended, "But the Soul King's confinement was something he foresaw and permitted. There's a good chance that, even if I were to restore him, he would allow Ichibe to keep his position. He could also abdicate his throne and transfer his authority to his son, and that's an outcome only Yhwach would be happy with..."
"Thank...you..." groaned Isane, continuing to cling to Vahn as she sighed hotly into his left ear.
"Alright, you've had your turn...!" exclaimed Kiyone, causing Isane to cry out cutly in surprise as she was abruptly pulled off of Vahn by the pits of her arms. The abrupt separation caused a sad look to adorn her face, but since she knew she couldn't monopolize Vahn for the entirety of his visit, she didn't protest and instead blushed timidly, her arms forcing her 115cm breasts together as she closed her thighs and covered her leaking crotch with her hands.
Unfortunately for Kiyone, while Vahn was fully prepared to fuck her, he didn't approve of her actions. Thus, before allowing her to mount him, he had her get on her hands and knees beside him, tucked her under his left arm, and spent a few minutes casually smacking and caressing her small but perky bottom as he continued his conversation and allowed Isane to clean him with her mouth and throat...
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"Hmmn...I agree with what you're trying to accomplish, but you may be attempting to do too much, too quickly..." contended Misla, lending Vahn her lap pillow and cleaning his ears as he told her about his meeting with the 14th Division and the solutions they had proposed.
"Yeah...I understand that it's better to take things slowly. It just frustrates me to see such blatant injustices perpetuated for no reason..." responded Vahn, exhaling from his nose before turning over and unabashedly burying his face in Misla's lower abdomen.
"I understand..." muttered Misla, affectionately caressing Vahn's face and combing her fingers through his fringe with a distinctly motherly smile as she softly affirmed, "Your insight allows you to recognize problems others might overlook, and you have the means to address nearly every injustice you encounter. But as you understand the potential ramifications of doing so, you feel stifled...trapped between your deeply-ingrained desire to help and your understanding that doing so with abandon could place everyone you care about in danger..."
"Mmn..." affirmed Vahn, burying his face further into the fabric of Misla's dress and drinking in her warm, womanly scent. He hadn't done the same exposure training with her as he had with Grayfia, but that didn't stop him from finding comfort and growing increasingly aroused as her scent filled his nose and permeated his head.
Perking Vahn's ear, Misla's tone lowered, gaining a sensual undertone to it as she remarked, "That's why you're letting Millicas and his friends create an organization independent of the Pavilion. Your sense of duty binds you, so you're allowing Millicas to do as you wish you could. You've done much the same with Sairaorg. You could contend that you only supported him to justify our relationship, but while I once thought the same, being with you over the past few years has taught me a great deal about myself and how you view the world..."
Caressing Vahn's cheekbone with her thumb, Misla's eyes narrowed, her tone becoming husky as she hummed, "You yearn for freedom and want others, especially children, to be able to attain it as well. But you also find comfort in structure...you don't want to be told what to do, but you feel at ease knowing there are people whose insights and opinions you can defer to when you have doubts..."
"Some more than others..." muttered Vahn, slipping his right hand under Misla's butt to give it an affirming squeeze as he angled his face toward her increasingly fragrant crotch, pumping out heat and pheromone-heavy moisture like a humidifier. In his past life, he hated being psychoanalyzed and resented the many therapists that had been assigned to him over the years. When Misla did it, however, it made him feel content knowing there was at least one additional person who truly understood him...
"Now, shall we do it on my hands and knees this time~?" hummed Misla, prompting Vahn to deliberate for less than half a second before rising to a seated position. As he did, Misla turned away from him and transitioned to her hands and knees, allowing him to hike up her pale green, ankle-length dress to reveal her pale purple, flower-patterned lace panties, complete with a seam that allowed him to part the fabric to expose her exceedingly steamy pussy, eagerly anticipating his cock...
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