[April 9th DxD/November 30th DBT]
"I've definitely been receiving more attention, but the only people who know for certain that I've given birth are people I trust," responded Miu, reacting to Vahn asking her about her school life while perched atop his left thigh, nursing their four-month-old angel of a daughter, Kiyomi. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed infant was almost unreasonably photogenic, so it was clear at a glance that she would grow to be an exceptional beauty, just like her mother.
"And how are Kenichi and Yuuka doing? If she's been eating the crops we've been providing, she should at least be able to do ten push-ups..." hummed Vahn, habitually caressing Miu's left ass cheek and outer thigh.
Exhaling faintly from her nose, Miu revealed, "Kenichi-kun finally resumed his training, but he's not as motivated as he was before. As for Izumi-san, she and the others were originally shocked to learn about the Pavilion and the existence of other worlds, but now she's training with Master Akisame and no longer needs glasses thanks to the Blue Moon Carrots."
"Mmn...so Kenichi is still in a rut..." hummed Vahn, cupping Miu's ass and giving it a possessive squeeze as he asked, "Can you think of anything I could do to help get him out of it?"
Shaking her head, Miu's brows creased slightly as she asserted, "He's not a child anymore. He has access to resources and opportunities that most people can't even dream of acquiring. If he can't pull himself together and continues relying on Izumi-san's affirmations to boost his self-esteem, he really will only have himself to blame when she becomes disillusioned and realizes her increasing fitness and attractiveness give her limitless options to choose from."
'Scary...' thought Vahn, his smile cramping slightly as he couldn't help but feel bad for Kenichi. He had never said or done anything to badmouth the chestnut-haired young man, but with nearly four years to gain perspective on her and Kenichi's past relationship, Miu was beginning to view him as a mother might their once promising child wasting their potential and slowly becoming a shut-in.
"Let's change topics..." suggested Miu, catching Vahn a little off guard as she met his gaze with narrowed eyes and a playful smile, revealing, "Ever since I brought home and introduced Kiyomi to her, Shigure-san seems to have taken a keen interest in children. And when I asked if she would like to join your harem, she had to think for a while but ultimately confirmed it. So, what do you think?"
"I think I'm about to have a beautiful, raven-haired swordswoman in a mating press..." hummed Vahn, causing Miu to narrow her blue eyes and giggle before shifting Kiyomi to her left shoulder for a post-feeding burp. The beautiful baby girl ended up spitting up a bit, but that was because she had a very healthy appetite. Fortunately for her, Miu had more than enough breast milk to keep her happy, healthy, and full...
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While another version of himself was becoming intimately acquainted with the taciturn, extraordinarily plump and supple Shigure, Vahn appeared in a spacious, dimly lit, 100x100x20m room with reflective black tiles lining its floor, bone-white stone walls that appeared a deep bluish-grey in the low lighting, and somewhat bizarre, avant-garde furniture—carved exclusively from white, reishi-infused stone.
"We meet again, Dragon God of Infinite Possibilities..." said a man with slicked-back brown hair, Aizen, seated atop a high-backed, nearly four-meter-tall, seven-meter-wide stone sofa with armrests that could have served as stone cots. More notably, seated to his left with her feet pulled up and leaning against him with her left hand resting on his thigh and his cupping her butt was the golden-haired, aquamarine-eyed Harribel, who, after Aizen embraced his role as King of Hueco Mundo, naturally became his Queen as the most powerful female Espada.
Though it bothered him to see Harribel at Aizen's side, particularly in a scant, black, fur-collar dress better befitting the matron of a brothel than a Queen, Vahn adopted a practiced smile and noted, "You appear to be a lot more relaxed since I last saw you. It must have been a relief for you to learn that the Soul King wasn't the pinnacle you believed him to be."
"A great deal..." affirmed Aizen, nodding and blinking slowly as a group of scantily clad female Arrancar approached from behind Vahn with a stone throne, placing it down almost soundlessly before bowing their heads and retreating backward with them still lowered.
Waiting for Vahn to sit down, Aizen adopted a relaxed, naturally sly smile as he remarked, "I find your desire to seat an Arrancar on the Central 46 both novel and amusing. However, what you hope to accomplish by doing so eludes me. Someone in your lofty position should understand that the only way to bring meaningful change to a stagnant society is through the use of force. You could try to sway people using concessions and bribery, but that would only increase their demands in the future..."
"Up until the point they cross a line they shouldn't..." appended Vahn, producing himself a cup of tea, his words causing Aizen's right brow to rise at their implication.
"I see...you're allowing them to prepare their graves...and by introducing races they historically resent into positions that contend with their power and authority, their prejudices will invariably come forward, accelerating their downfall..." hummed Aizen, this time causing Vahn's brow to rise, as the man's outward musings were the same as Ravel's predictions.
"That wasn't my intent when I originally came up with the idea," clarified Vahn, conceding, "But it is how we expect things to develop. More to the point, your cooperation now will strengthen your position in the future. If you show that you are willing to make concessions to uphold the balance between the Three Realms, anyone who harasses your representative can be accused of actively compromising it—contradicting the very reason for their being in a position of power and authority."
"I see that the Pavilion is no stranger to political maneuvering..." hummed Aizen, a thoughtful gleam flashing across his brown eyes as he noted that Vahn had used the plural we when referring to how the Pavilion expected things to develop. Combined with his clarification that it wasn't his original intent to compel the Soul Society toward a moral impasse, the implication was that there were people in positions to influence Vahn's decisions and possibly override him.
Shaking his head, Vahn argued, "We simply do what we can within the systems created by others. It might be easier to destroy them outright, but since that would accrue a significant karmic burden and mandate a commensurate amount of personnel and resources, it's less risky to do things this way."
"Then, as I discussed with your representative, I will agree to lend one of my Espada to your cause in exchange for Ascendee status and equivalent access to the Pavilion's resources," stated Aizen, his sly smile broadening as he contended, "If we are meant to cooperate with the Soul Society and build trust between our people, it stands to reason that we should receive the same benefits they've been offered..."
Catching Aizen a little off guard, Vahn confirmed, "We'll need to hammer out the specifics, but as long as your people adhere to the same rules as everyone else who has access to the Pavilion and the Tower, we have no reason to refuse their or even your entry. We're ultimately a neutral party, so as long as you don't transgress against us, we will not overtly hold you to account for things you've done in the past. The moment you do—let me demonstrate..."
Snapping the fingers of his left hand, Vahn had Sis transport him, Aizen, Harribel, and the furniture they were seated atop to a moon-like planet similar to the one he had formerly consigned Shalba to. Around them was a nebulous darkness, devoid of a single star or constellation.
Feeling his perception suddenly become constrained to his body, Aizen frowned, looked down, and probatively touched his chest with his right hand as he remarked, "My spiritual pressure...it's been sealed..." in a calm but notably deeper tone.
"This is what we've taken to calling the Plane of Rehabilitation..." revealed Vahn, explaining, "Those who are sent here experience the flow of time at a rate of 360:1. And, as you've noticed, their powers are sealed upon their arrival. To have them unsealed and eventually leave this place, you would need to undergo a lengthy rehabilitation and demonstrate actual remorse by restoring life to this world. Doing so would earn you some pretty hefty rewards, but if you refused and decided that you would rather perish than be rehabilitated, there is a special well located somewhere on the planet's surface that you could throw yourself into, consequently erasing you from existence..."
"Suggesting that the only way to die within this realm is if you invest days, months, or even years scouring the planet's surface..." surmised Aizen, his mask of unshakable confidence replaced by calm severity. He had known that Vahn had dominion over Space, Time, and ostensibly even Fate itself, but being instantaneously teleported and having his abilities sealed with a snap was as sobering as it was silently infuriating.
"Giving the person plenty of time to calm down, reconsider their decision, and resolve to become a better person..." affirmed Vahn, matching Aizen's severity with his own. Initially, Shalba's imprisonment had bothered him a great deal, but with input from his harem, he and Sis had worked together to turn it into an opportunity for redemption.
'I should check on him sometime...' thought Vahn, outwardly snapping his fingers a second time to return himself, Aizen, and Harribel to where many Arrancar were desperately searching for them. The golden-haired Espada quickly took control of the situation to settle them down, and now that he had a better grasp of his position in the negotiations, Aizen sat up straight and continued his and Vahn's discussion with greater formality...
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With things going well on Aizen's and every other front, Vahn, sporting a narrow-eyed, smoldering smile, couldn't resist musing aloud, "Today has been especially awesome..."
Epitomizing this sentiment, Miu released Vahn's nearly 33cm cock from her mouth and throat before climbing on top of him with her marvelously round and toned ass raised, grinning seductively as she responded, "The night is still young..." in a sultry tone.
"Indeed..." hummed Vahn, taking a moment to guide his glans to Miu's entrance before leaving the rest to her as he leaned backward onto his elbows from where he was seated on the edge of her bed. He enjoyed kissing while having sex, but since it wasn't just him and Miu present, he couldn't ignore the mature, raven-haired, incredibly buxom swordwoman with distinct, zigzagging eyebrows crawling over to him on all fours.
"I want to go again after Miu..." muttered the woman, Shigure, positioning her face invertedly in front of Vahn's and gazing impassionately at him with her sharp, naturally narrowed, and currently shimmering purple eyes. A few moments prior, she had been splayed out insensibly behind him like a frog atop a dissection table—semen oozing from her previously virginal pussy and pooling at her ass. Now, Shigure was half-tempted to push Miu off him with her foot so Vahn could continue teaching her about pleasures she had only read about previously...
"Of course..." responded Vahn, sporting his usual smolder as he tilted his head slightly and waited. At first, Shigure just kept staring at him, but her instincts eventually took over, compelling her to sit up, position herself on top of his left forearm, and lean over him to exchange saliva and entangle their tongues, her heavy and pillowy breasts deforming against his bicep and blanketing the right side of his chest.
Fortunately for Shigure, Miu was primarily there to support her, so after aggressively shaking her hips for a few seconds longer, she reluctantly but dutifully made way for the buxom swordswoman to immediately take her place without separating from Vahn's lips. The latter felt that this was deserving of a reward, so as Shigure demonstrated her remarkable talent for both sex and learning, Vahn promptly created another copy of himself to bend Miu over the bed and do her forcefully from behind—a position he soon had both women in after Shigure noticed and immediately wanted to try it herself...
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