[December 6th DxD/July 29th DBT]
After retiring to Venelana's room rather than his own, Vahn made up for previously sending her away by placing her in a mating press and making slow, methodical love to her for six straight hours. By the end, she was so out of it that she simply stared at him with a weary smile for nearly half an hour as he wiped her down and gave her a sponge bath.
"That was a new experience...where did you pick up such a technique...?" asked Venelana, breaking her long silence after Vahn set aside the bucket and towel he used to bathe her.
"Korra," revealed Vahn, bending over Venelana's body and kissing her lips before grinning as he teased, "But I was unaware of its effectiveness over extended periods. You've taught me something new..."
"Just be careful who you use it on..." muttered Venelana, closing her eyes and basking in the memory as she noted, "It feels like I have a rotor in my womb..."
"I'll be careful..." affirmed Vahn, rising to a seated position before bending over and planting a lingering kiss just below Venelana's navel. He found it a little disconcerting that her stomach was remarkably flat when she was estimated to be around twelve weeks pregnant, but he had been assured by her and other experienced mothers that this was normal, as most signs of pregnancy didn't begin until the second trimester.
"Shall I clean your ears for you...?" asked Venelana, sporting a distinctly motherly smile as she shifted back slightly and rose to a seated position with her back against the headboard of her bed. She was initially naked, but in anticipation of their usual pillow talk or cuddling, she pre-prepared a set of off-white, black-trimmed lace lingerie, a negligee, and stockings in her secondary equipment slots.
Rarely one to shy away from or refuse a lap pillow, Vahn rested his head atop Venelana's plump and fragrant thighs before closing his eyes with a contented smile. He never had any wax in his ears to clean, but he greatly enjoyed having the interior of his ear carefully scraped with a golden loop pick before Venelana softly inquired, "Have you finished considering what you want to do to become stronger...?"
"My intuition tells me the answer lies in the Corridor..." answered Vahn, his voice faint but naturally deep as he appended, "But I would also like to try and find a proper mentor to reinforce my fundamentals..."
'Finding a rival or a handful of male friends I can compete with would also be nice...' thought Vahn, keeping it to himself. He knew Venelana wouldn't laugh at or make fun of him, but there were some things men just couldn't say aloud...
"Did the training you conducted with Sairaorg until recently not bear the desired fruit...?" asked Venelana, genuinely curious. She received updates on Vahn's progress from Misla, who, in turn, heard about the results of his training through her son, but she had never asked Vahn how he felt about his growth, not wanting him to feel pressured.
"I consider Sairaorg a friend and a trusted ally, but due to my relationship with his mother, I can't help feeling there's a wall separating us that can't be overcome without some kind of catalyst..." explained Vahn, exhaling an exasperated sigh from his nose.
"Mmn...I see..." muttered Venelana, her words gentle and soothing as she gently ran the fingers of her right hand through Vahn's hair. Based on his words, she could extrapolate that Vahn was searching for a father figure who could teach him what he needed to be a good father or someone he could grow alongside rather than learn from. Unfortunately, it was obvious to her, Grayfia, Misla, and Yasaka that Vahn harbored a subconscious bias toward other males, particularly those older than him and those who held positions of power or authority...
"Why not become a mentor to others...?" asked Venelana, pointing out, "Even before you met my daughter, you had already started developing practical combat skills in the Corridor. Fundamentals are important, but there aren't many who can teach you how to make effective use of your unique and ever-evolving abilities. You should consider that developing your own style through trial and error and then passing that knowledge on to others might suit you more than apprenticing under someone else..."
'That's not a bad idea...' thought Vahn, raising his left hand to caress Venelana's left knee and remarkably smooth shin as he considered her words. All styles had to originate somewhere, and since winning fights at his level generally came down to who could unleash the biggest or fastest attack, there weren't many situations where form and technique mattered outside of blocking or parrying. After all, footwork had few uses when you spent most battles in the air and could instantly change direction...
'So what I need most is combat experience...' concluded Vahn, recalling a message Orihime had sent not long ago despite Yoruichi advising her they needed to be able to solve their world's problems themselves. The plot of Bleach had developed to the point that Rukia had been forced to return to Soul Society, so, rightly fearing that a group of four to five High Schoolers couldn't take on the most powerful military force in her world, Orihime had asked if he could intervene to rescue her friend.
Imagining himself facing enemies like Kenpachi, the Captain Commander of the Gotei 13, or even Aizen, Vahn became introspective. He didn't want to interfere with the growth of the main character, Kurosaki Ichigo, but as he recalled the plot of Bleach, he couldn't help thinking the orange-haired High Schooler would be vastly happier if the weight of the world and even existence itself weren't forced upon him constantly...
'But Yoruichi doubtlessly wants to keep my existence from the Gotei 13...' Vahn noted, not wanting to cause problems for the buxom, dark-skinned cat woman. Orihime retained the right to request his intervention, but as the two of them weren't physically intimate, Vahn felt obligated to respect the intentions of his very buxom kitten...
"Time for your other ear..." muttered Venelana, breaking Vahn free of his introspection while simultaneously caressing his face. He flipped over in response, increasing the potency of Venelana's womanly aroma, so while he continued to deliberate during her ear-cleaning, Vahn eventually had the flaxen-haired Devil get on all fours to reward her for her counsel and giving him a sense of direction without outright telling him what he should do...
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Emerging from an ornate door bearing the motif of a black cat, Yoruichi, sporting a mischievous expression and attired in her usual backless black bodysuit, commented, "This is the first time you've called me here like this directly. I'm guessing it has something to do with the situation back in my world and a certain orange-haired girl with massive tits?"
"You guessed correctly," affirmed Vahn, patting his left thigh from where he sat atop a comfy crimson and gold sofa. In response, Yoruichi readily straddled him, but instead of sitting still, she aggressively ground against him, her eyes narrowed and voice a purr as she asked, "So, what did you want to discuss? You must have reached some kind of conclusion to call me here like this..."
"Mmn...to be honest, once I started thinking about you, I couldn't get you out of my mind..." revealed Vahn, gliding his hands along the exterior of Yoruichi's legs to grasp her paradoxically soft, toned, and voluminous ass as he added, "I missed you..." in a sincere, smoldering tone.
"Oh..." muttered Yoruichi, the faintest of blushes tinting her cheeks as she wasn't accustomed to such sincerity. It also made her uncomfortable, so before Vahn could say anything else disconcerting, she narrowed her cat-like eyes, cupped and squished his cheeks, and remarked, "Spare me the sap...you know I'm not fond of flowery words..."
"Right...you're a woman of action..." affirmed Vahn, raising Yoruichi's ass before they simultaneously removed their equipment. As he lowered her, a hot, shuddering sight emanated from her throat, causing the tension to briefly leave her body before she bit her bottom lip and began rolling her hips from front to back, remarking, "That's better..." in a heated tone.
"Mmn..." responded Vahn, drawing the beautiful, dark-skinned woman close and embracing her tightly before biting down on her left shoulder, prompting her to do the same but much harder. From there, they spent the better part of six hours laying waste to the room they were in as, more than most of his women, Yoruichi treated sex like a competition, requiring him to conquer her anew each time they reunited...
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"You about ready to talk...?" asked Yoruichi, laying listlessly atop Vahn with dark purple cat ears and a tail protruding from above her ass crack, periodically curling and tapping her leg. Ordinarily, her breasts compelled her to lie on her side or back, but thanks to the sports-bra-like top Vahn had provided her, she could lie flat against him and listen to his powerful heartbeat.
Nodding slowly, Vahn revealed, "As you surmised, Orihime contacted me the other day, asking if I could help rescue the Shinigami called Rukia. It happens to be that I'm currently looking for powerful opponents to hone my skills against, and based on what I know of your world..."
With Vahn's words abruptly trailing into silence, Yoruichi raised her head from his chest to gaze at him, her right brow rising curiously as she asked, "What happened? Is someone messaging you...?"
Furrowing his brows slightly and adopting an uncharacteristically serious expression, Vahn caught Yoruichi off guard by asserting, "You're someone I care about deeply, Yoruichi. Even if it ultimately drives a wedge between us, I want to be honest with you..."
"Okay...?" responded Yoruichi, confusion written across her face and a hint of thinly veiled suspicion in her yellow, cat-like eyes. She could only guess what Vahn was getting it, but it had to be something major for him to suggest it could drive a wedge between them. As such, she was more than a little confused when he, maintaining his serious expression, asked, "Are you familiar with anime and manga...?"
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"This isn't a joke, is it...?" asked Yoruichi, her expression unamused as she sat next to Vahn, resisting the urge to separate from him as she stared at the images on the screen he had produced, depicting events in her world through the medium of an anime called Bleach. She truthfully wasn't too surprised when he revealed himself to be the entity that gave form to her world and countless others, but the revelation that, before that, her world was a work of fiction left her feeling a peculiar sense of loss she couldn't put into words...
"It's not..." affirmed Vahn, his voice faint as he appended, "But, regardless of how it got started, it doesn't change that your world and everyone who inhabits it is real. And from the moment it was given form, you've been the master of your own fate, shaping it through your actions. That's one of the reasons I created the Tower of Ascension...to empower you and others to write your own stories..."
"Right..." muttered Yoruichi, her gaze fixed on the display before her as various thoughts fought for purchase in her mind. She ordinarily made an effort to avoid thinking too deeply about things, so after several seconds of deep consideration, she decided to let Kisuke be the one to think about how Vahn's revelations changed things. As for her...
Catching Vahn off guard, Yoruichi abruptly straddled him, her yellow eyes narrowed and tone flat as she asserted, "I'll be taking this anime with me when I return. I trust that won't be a problem?"
"I wouldn't have revealed the truth if I didn't believe you had the right to use it..." affirmed Vahn, nodding. For several seconds thereafter, Yoruichi stared at him as if she were searching for something in his eyes, causing a growing sense of unease to build within him before she said, "You're lucky you have a godly dick..." before leaning forward and giving his left carotid a slow, deliberate lick with her presently rough tongue...
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