(A/N: Sorry for the reduced releases. I've been busy with two commissioned stories. The first is called BOOBA(Blessed Otherworld Odyssey: Boundless Ascension), and is up to 43 chapters. The second is called Work and Reward, which is an original story with a premise I believe has great potential. Both are available for free, so if you'd like to see what I've been up to, I would appreciate your feedback at patreon.com/eins_left_foot. I hope to see you there!)
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"So, what did you want to talk about...?" asked Vahn, caressing Merlin's arm as she snuggled against him, borrowing his chest as a firm and warm pillow.
"It concerns the ripple effect that has occurred in my world..." answered Merlin, keeping the tension in her body relaxed, her eyes closed, and her tone husky as she explained, "We were able to get ahead of many major developments thanks to the foresight provided by our anime, manga, and related media. But with no new information to base our decisions on, the Seven Deadly Sins are gradually being pulled apart. Of course, it doesn't help that I spend much of my time here..."
"Is there anything you want or need me to do...?" asked Vahn, prompting Merlin to languidly sit up and straddle him with a narrow-eyed, naturally alluring smile. Then, in a relaxed, exceedingly husky tone, she revealed, "I want you to help me prepare a faction or force of my own that will be able to handle whatever threats may appear..."
"I can't imagine that you, of all people, would struggle to recruit...or rear powerful allies..." argued Vahn, pausing briefly to inhale audibly through his nose as Merlin sat flush against him, her yellow eyes gleaming in the low light of her room as she explained, "I want to produce offspring that fuse your power and potential with that of the Seven Deadly Sins. We can use my ovums, but I don't have the patience to carry and give birth seven to ten times in succession..."
"Mmn...it's not impossible..." conceded Vahn, giving Merlin's left ass cheek a casual but crisp-sounding smack to encourage her to tense her insides and intensify her movements as he added, "But I'm not fond of the idea of siring children for the purpose of having them battle or replace an existing faction. And as inconvenient as sequential pregnancies might be, I believe it's for the best that you carry them to term. If they later learned that they were born in test tubes, it would adversely affect their sense of being and your ability to form a meaningful connection with them..."
"I thought you might say that..." sighed Merlin, closing her eyes, biting her bottom lip, and steadily increasing her pace while considering her options. She could, of course, produce successors to her fellow Seven Deadly Sins without Vahn's, but she had no way of guaranteeing they would be able to reach the same level as their predecessors, much less surpass them. And, given Vahn's protectiveness towards children, whether artificially created or otherwise, he wouldn't particularly appreciate it if she discarded those who failed to meet her expectations or prove themselves useful...
"You're overthinking things," said Vahn, catching Merlin by surprise as he smiled and contended, "You don't need to produce every next generation Sin personally. That might give you greater control, but as someone who once vehemently resisted coming under the control of others, you should understand better than most how such thinking can backfire. In the end, you just need someone who can rally the next generation or contribute to the preservation of your world alongside their peers."
"Perhaps...but nine months is a long time..." asserted Merlin, tracing her left index finger along her abdomen, causing a complex magical crest to spread across it like a glowing, violet-hued corset with a distinctive heart-shaped pattern where her uterus was located.
Before Vahn could ask, Merlin, her face and body increasingly flushed, glistening with sweat, took it upon herself to explain, "I anticipated that you would insist that I carry any children I had to term, so I prepared this in advance. It's a special magical crest that accelerates the development of a fetus by ten times. That decreases the usual incubation from forty to four weeks, and with my lab's time compression, you could return as soon as three days from now to meet our child..."
"Or I could stay with you the entire four weeks..." countered Vahn, running his hands up Merlin's smooth, luminous sides as he confided, "I'm not too fond of the idea of accelerating a pregnancy. But as long as I'm present to ensure there are no complications, I'm not unwilling to make an exception this one time..."
"Then it looks like we're stuck with one another these next four weeks..." hummed Merlin, meeting Vahn's gaze with glistening eyes before tensing her insides like she was trying to wring him dry. At the same time, Vahn's hair shifted from nearly black to white with a warm pink luminescence, his aquamarine eyes turning red, and his pupils turning white as he pulled the alluring Mage flush against him and guaranteed she was pregnant with his child. Then, for the better part of four weeks, she got to learn what it was like to be doted upon by him twenty-four-seven...
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[April 19th DxD/December 10th DBT]
With a new daughter added to his growing number of children, Morgana, Vahn found himself in a particularly pleasant mood as he made his way to a private gathering of the former 501st Joint Fighter Wing, hosted by Mio. She had, as a courtesy, invited him to celebrate the birthday of one of her good friends and colleagues, Erica Hartmann. And since he had bodies to spare, Vahn saw no reason to refuse.
After reaching a pair of ornate wooden doors with elegant, rod-like black and gold handles, Vahn had his body scanned by a magical eye that could see through most illusions and transformations. Then, following a familiar tugging feeling in his stomach, he found himself teleported to a cool, red-carpeted room with lavish, red-cushioned, gold-backed furniture. A long, white-clothed banquet table lined the left side of the room, adorned with a wide variety of self-serve foods. And up a handful of steps, leading to a wide, U-shaped area with black tiling and a pool filled with luminous blue water, were several girls modeling bikinis. Many were on the younger side, but Vahn managed a faint smile as one, a petite girl with tanned skin, cat-like features, and glossy black pig tails, shouted, "Ah! He's here~!" before swiftly flying over and tackling him.
"It's good to see you as well, Francesca..." hummed Vahn, unabashedly supporting the petite girl's bottom with his left hand and hugging her as she clung to him like a koala and rubbed her forehead and cheeks against his chest. She looked much too young to be modeling a blue-and-white-striped string bikini, but as it was part of her official military uniform as a Strike Witch, he kept the thought to himself.
"Hey, hey, let me ride on your shoulders~!" entreated Francesca, her aquamarine eyes glistening with expectation.
"Go ahead..." responded Vahn, his expression a mask of neutrality as the petite Platoon Commander climbed up and over his head, her belly sliding across his face and his nose briefly catching the band of her bikini before she flipped herself right side up and perched herself on his shoulders in a manner remarkably similar to Faputa.
"Vahn-dono, welcome," greeted Mio, the only person present wearing the upper half of her predominantly white, gold-epaulette dress uniform, now bearing the rank insignia of a Lieutenant General. Before her, the highest rank any Witch had received was Colonel. But after personally leading the counteroffensive against her world's enemy, the Neuroi, and transitioning into politics with the backing of the Dragon's Pavilion, Sakamoto Mio was well on her way to becoming Prime Minister of the Empire of Fuso, second only to the Empress herself in influence.
"Thanks for the invitation..." responded Vahn, naturally slipping his hands around Mio to cup her perky bottom as she stepped into his embrace and stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him. This was the main reason for her sudden increase in political power and influence. As one of his lovers and the de facto representative of her world, there was nothing her would-be competition could do to depose or hinder her without risking offending a power far greater than the Neuroi.
"Mou...it's not fair that the General gets to kiss you whenever she feels like it..." complained Francesca, a sentiment that was shared by nearly all of the younger Witches present. Unfortunately for them, while Vahn was willing to give them greater concessions considering their world's culture, there were lines he refused to cross. Lucky for Erica, the birthday girl, she was turning eighteen. Thus, after exchanging kisses with the more mature Witches, he gave the petite, blue-eyed blonde a kiss that caused her dog-like ears and tail to pop out of their own accord...
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While his other selves were celebrating with the 501st, attending to his harem, and monitoring the situation in various worlds, another Vahn was leaning against the fence lining the Prima Termina Racecourse. Ever since Rias's surprise ten days prior, there was always at least one of him at the track, either watching races or observing practices.
"Yah-ho! Opening spotted~!" chimed a chipper, slightly husky voice that Vahn immediately recognized. As a result, he was unsurprised and didn't flinch as he stood up and turned toward the voice, only for a pair of white, high-heeled boots lined with golden horseshoes to impact him squarely in the center of his face.
"I see you're as spirited as usual, Golshi..." remarked Vahn, smiling wryly as he offered his hand to the beautiful white-haired Uma that had fallen to the ground after failing to drop kick him. Even for an Uma, she had an incredible physique, barely contained by a sleeveless, red, gold-trimmed bodice and tight white pants that made her resemble a Majorette leading a marching band but far more alluring.
"Boo, boo...you're supposed to fall over when I kick you..." complained Golshi, full name Gold Ship. She readily accepted Vahn's hand and his help rising, but her white brows remained creased as she glared at him with her angular and very distinctive rosewood eyes.
"I'm sure you'll get me, eventually..." hummed Vahn, his smile softening as he casually brushed off Golshi's body before pulling the buxom and toned woman into his embrace for a kiss. Their interaction drew the sharp gazes of several other Umas, but since he knew she would complain and be in a dour mood for her upcoming race if he didn't kiss her and cop a feel, Vahn gave Golshi a deep and impassioned kiss as she locked her arms and legs around him to prevent his escape.
"You really like causing trouble, don't you...?" asked Vahn, setting Golshi down on the edge of her bed after teleporting them to her room to avoid distracting the other Umas.
"Life is more interesting when you don't conform to the expectations of others..." argued Golshi, leaning back onto her elbows and rhythmically tensing the muscles in her thick, toned, and increasingly powerful thighs impatiently. If there was one thing she liked more than causing trouble, it was breeding. And though she wasn't yet ready to have a baby, scarcely a day went by that she didn't seek Vahn out to pump her full of his hot and thick semen.
"Fair enough..." conceded Vahn, offering a curt nod before waiting for Golshi to release her leg lock and position herself eagerly on all fours. Sliding down her tight white pants revealed her voluminous ass and the string of a black lace thong, causing his brows to perk slightly as, more often than not, she went commando. He had gently chided her for doing so several times, so while he doubted it would stick, Vahn couldn't help but smile as he carefully lowered the dainty piece of cloth to expose the steamy, visibly glistening lips beneath.
"Hurry up already~" groaned Golshi, her husky tone tinged with sensuality as she impatiently wagged her ass from side to side. Vahn shook his head at this and exhaled faintly from his nose, but instead of changing his mind or advising her to be patient, he promptly unsheathed his dick and lined it up with the incredibly tight entrance of her pussy. Umas had muscles that they could develop and proactively tense to deny access to their hot and extremely vacuous pussies, but the moment his glans made contact with Golshi's, Vahn found his hips drawn forward as she playfully drew him into her depths and habitually clamped down on him like a vice...
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