[December 6th DxD/July 29th DBT]
With a year passing since Termina separated from the outside world, the Pavilion elected to mark the event with a transdimensional cultural festival set to continue until the beginning of the new year. As usual, this included bouts in a massive arena that made the one they used in the training room look small in comparison, but there were also Shokugeki where the Chefs had to battle massive beasts to use as ingredients, aerial Bukujutsu races, a science fair to showcase technologies from across Invirtua, and the first annual Mister and Misses Invirtua competitions.
Seated within his command theater with Tsunade on his lap, completely naked except for her favorite green haori and high-heeled sandals, Vahn absentmindedly pinched and played with the faintly blushing Kunoichi's neatly groomed and moist pubic hairs as they observed the Rating Game taking place between the Shinigami-focused Eastern and Wizard-focused Western Branches of the Soul Society. The Directors of the latter were no slouches, but with Unohana serving as the acting King of her team and an empowered Kenpachi laughing madly as he chased his opponents around, the Eastern Branch had a clear advantage.
"So, when do you want to get pregnant again...?" asked Vahn, causing the helpless smile on Tsunade's face to morph into a wry smile as she stared at him and responded, "Don't you dare..." in a low tone.
"That's a shame..." hummed Vahn, caressing Tsunade's lower abdomen as he teased, "You're a ten out of ten as you are, but I can't help but find you even sexier with a pregnant belly..."
"Yeah, well, as cute as they are after they're born, you're not the one who has to carry the damned things..." complained Tsunade, weakly punching Vahn in the chest with her right fist. She loved their two boys, Hashira and the four-month-old Naoto, but being pregnant for nearly nineteen months in a twenty-two-month period was too much...
"Come on...just ten, maybe twenty more..." hummed Vahn, drawing his face closer to Tsunade's and nuzzling her cheek as she avoided him with a prominent flush suffusing her cheeks. She wanted to lash out and tell him to be reasonable, but being desired in such a sincere, direct manner made her feel twenty years younger and caused her insides to tense and quiver with anticipation.
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Hearing the pressurized door to his command theater open, Vahn spun the circular chair he and Tsunade were seated on to find Sona entering in dark purple, nearly black lingerie that gave her a secretarial vibe with her red-rimmed glasses and a crystalline tablet in hand.
"Sona? To what do I owe the pleasure~?" asked Vahn, adopting a natural smolder as Tsunade, somewhat embarrassed, closed her haori and got up from his lap. She didn't mind being seen naked, but being caught with her face flushed and thighs glistening by a woman half her age was awkward, to say the least.
Though a whiff of melancholy passed over his face at Tsunade suddenly separating from him, Vahn retained his smolder as he rose to his feet and languidly approached to greet Sona directly. The latter had expected this, so instead of answering Vahn's question immediately, she waited for him to kiss her before stating, "I thought to message you, but decided to visit since I was in the palace. As for why I've come, I wanted to ask for your opinion regarding the recently proposed Pavilion Apprenticeship Program. Could I borrow one of your clones?"
"Of course," responded Vahn, nodding affirmingly as pale golden flower petals separated from his body en masse to produce an identical copy of himself. He could have also created a Shadow Clone, but seeing how she was dressed, he presumed he and Sona would be doing more than simply talking.
"Excellent~" hummed Sona, standing on her toes to kiss the original Vahn before slipping into the embrace of the new one for an even deeper kiss. Then, as he simultaneously carried Sona out of the room in a bridal carry, Vahn turned to Tsunade, standing awkwardly off to the side with her haori closed.
Amused by the mature woman's uncharacteristically bashful behavior, a toothy grin developed across Vahn's face as he asked, "Now, where were we? I believe I was about to knock you up...?"
"I'm serious, Vahn..." droned Tsunade, her expression flattening as she opened her haori to reveal her marvelous breasts, tight waist, wide hips, and remarkably plump thighs as she approached him, her hands slipping into the gap in his yukata as she petitioned, "At least give me a few years to train and raise our sons. If things go well, we can consider having more kids in ten, twenty, or a hundred years. I mean, we're going to be together forever. No need to rush things..."
"You're right..." affirmed Vahn, his expression smoldering and tone deep as he squeezed Tsunade's round and pliant ass, his smile gaining a hint of cheekiness as he appended, "I suppose I'll have to settle for fucking you like I'm trying to knock you up without actually doing so..."
"You truly are irredeemable..." sighed Tsunade, but her flushed cheeks and smile made it clear she wasn't opposed to the idea. Rather, as the only thing preventing her fluids from dripping to the floor was her pliant and thick thighs, she was starting to feel impatient.
"And a beautiful woman like you deserves at least ten creampies a day..." countered Vahn, the tip of his cock nearly reaching the convergence point of Tsunade's breasts as she opened his yukata and freed it—attributable to the 32cm difference in their heights. Tsunade wasn't particularly short at 163.3cm, but his median height of 195cm placed him comfortably above her, with the length of his cock spanning the distance between her lower abdomen and the near mid-point of her breasts.
"I swear, this thing gets bigger each time I see it..." sighed Tsunade, her flush deepening as she grasped Vahn's cock with both hands and began wriggling her fingers. Its size was no longer intimidating to her, but even after four years of near-daily sex, averaging seven creampies a day, she still couldn't fathom how she was able to accommodate something that, at a glance, should pierce straight to her intestines...
"It's to keep pace with your ever-growing beauty and charm..." hummed Vahn, pulling back to slip his cock between Tsunade's warm, thick, and secretion-slick thighs. Unlike many of the women in his harem, she didn't have a thigh gap. However, that only made sliding his cock between them, with her hot and sticky vulva parting around it to slather it with her juices, even more pleasant.
"Just shut up and kiss me, fool..." muttered Tsunade, standing on the tips of her toes and wrapping her arms around Vahn's neck and shoulders as he hefted her by her ass and continued lubricating his cock with her fluids while they made out. Her inner brows creased slightly when he produced a second set of hands to part and raise her legs, but since her switch had been flipped even before Sona's intrusion, she just tightened her hold on him and issued a throaty, relieved groan as he sheathed his cock with her pussy like slipping on a well-worn glove. She wasn't loose by any metric, but she was so accustomed to accepting Vahn's cock that she completely relaxed until he was deep inside of her. From there, she tensed so tightly that a solid steel pipe would have deformed within her, taking on a vague S-shape with a distinctive pattern that matched the contours and creases of her press-like pussy...
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"Man, it's hard to believe only a year has passed since we left our world..." sighed Issei, staring down at the contents of his glass mug, bubbling with a rich golden liquid. From his perspective, closer to ten years had passed, much of which had been spent undergoing grueling training and acquiring the knowledge he needed to be the Emperor of a galaxy. As such, he now looked like a young, muscular, and exceedingly overworked man with dark bags under his eyes, but the build of an Adonis—partially on display with his fur-lined, many-belted, open-front crimson trenchcoat.
"Really? For me, time has flown by~" hummed Kiba, the only change in his appearance being his hairstyle, now sporting spiky, windswept hair with a close-fade, courtesy of his girlfriend.
"I mean, it's flown by for me as well," contended Issei, explaining, "That's kind of my point. It feels like a lot of time has passed, yet it also feels like only a few weeks have gone by. Now, I'm a father to three girls and a son. And that's nothing compared to the number of kids Vahn and those living here in Termina have had..."
"It's been a very productive year for us..." hummed Vahn, sporting a faint smolder as, even at he, Kiba, and Issei caught up, he was making love to four separate women and had three kids on the way.
"I still can't believe you managed to convince Kushina and Tsunade to join your harem. And then there's Hancock..." remarked Issei, making no effort to conceal his enviousness as he eyed Vahn with a half-lidded glower and asked, "Aren't we essentially brothers? I want some otherworldly heroines to join my harem as well..."
"What are you talking about...?" asked Vahn, raising his right brow with a hint of incredulity as he remarked, "Nearly half of your seventeen-strong harem is from other realities. I even personally introduced you to eight of them..."
"Yeah, and, don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore Millie and the monster girls you introduced me to," affirmed Issei, his expression gaining a hint of severity as he added, "But, as much as I love and adore them, they aren't heroines. Heck, if you want to keep all the main ones to yourself, I'd even settle for second-string Heroines or pseudo-villains like Erza Knighwalker from Fairy Tail, Passionlip from the Fate Series, or Champion Cynthia from Pokémon..."
"Mmn...we did connect with the world of Pokémon a few months back..." divulged Vahn, preempting Issei's excited response by revealing, "But we haven't informed any of its inhabitants about the existence of Invirtua, the Tower, or the Pavilion. You could enter it as a Trainer, but your stats would be restricted, and you'd need at least a year to catch and train a team that would qualify you to face Cynthia."
"You can't just, I don't know, drop me down like a meteor in front of her as she's on her way home?" asked Issei, contending, "I doubt she'd ignore a person who plummeted from the sky, and if I reveal that I'm from another world and show my wings as proof, don't you think she'd take me home to recuperate and talk?"
"It's refreshing to see that, no matter how much time passes, some things never change..." hummed Kiba, sporting a faintly amused smile as he took a closed-eyed sip of his sake.
"Hmmn...it's not impossible..." conceded Vahn, meeting Issei's excited gaze with slightly narrowed eyes as he reminded, "But you should know I'm not fond of manipulation and deception. I'm willing to help arrange the encounter, but you'd need to be honest with her about your identity and intentions. If you are, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised with how things turn out..."
Recalling one of his cursory glimpses into the realistic, markedly more adult world of Pokémon, where he found a lingerie-clad Cynthia walking her Lucario around her mansion on a leash—bound and ball-gagged in a butler outfit—the smile on Vahn's face gained a hint of wryness. He had originally thought the world would be an excellent place for his children to play, grow, and form whole lifelong bonds. Instead, almost assuredly due to the changes Issei had requested he make at Invirtua's inception, it was a world where, if a parent weren't vigilant, their child could be ambushed and swallowed whole by an Ekans hiding in tall grass, their throats melted after carelessly licking a Vanillite's ice-cream-like swirl, or be abducted by the balloon-like Drifloon, never to be seen again. And that was just the tip of the proverbial iceberg...
Unaware that his dream of making Cynthia his woman would most likely begin with him being her newest pet, Issei excitedly agreed with Vahn's conditions. Fortunately, as many of his women and Gid could attest, he had a high tolerance for pain and embarrassment, giving him tremendous potential as a masochist—even if he opposed the label with every fiber of his being...
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(A/N: Vahn and Issei are both lucky men o3o...)