'Well, this is a development...' mused Vahn, sporting a faint smile as he returned from his meeting with Vali's newly minted Party to find Kuroka modeling an exceedingly short-skirted Maid outfit that left her ass fully exposed in a frilly black lace thong.
"Looks like I'll be working here as a First-Grade Maid from today forward. I look forward to serving Goshujin-sama diligently, nya~" chimed Kuroka, striking a cutesy, one-legged cat pose with her body turned sideways, her back slightly arched, her split tails forming a heart shape, and her hands bent at the wrists like paws.
Shifting his gaze to Koneko, wearing a frilly white kimono top with a dark blue and yellow obi and a frilly blue skirt that left her plump and fair legs fully exposed, Vahn asked, "Are you okay with this...?" in a soft, controlled tone.
"Mmn..." responded Koneko, offering a curt nod before glancing at Kuroka and adding, "I haven't forgiven her...but fifty years is a long time. I want to believe we can become sisters again..."
Though Koneko might not have, Vahn noticed pain flash across Kuroka's amber-yellow eyes before she turned to him, grinned lasciviously, and placed her hands on her lower abdomen, her fingers and thumbs forming a heart over her uterus as she sensually purred, "More to the point...my little kitten is starving...won't Goshujin-sama provide it some of his heavy cream, nya~?"
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"N-Nyaa~!?"
Not expecting Koneko to abruptly smack her exposed bottom, Kuroka looked at her younger sister with an aggrieved expression as the former reminded her, "You're a Maid who hasn't done any work yet...when you have earned a reward, Vahn will provide it..." with narrowed eyes and a flat tone.
"But isn't it the duty of a First-Grade Maid to serve the Master of the Palace...?" questioned Kuroka, rubbing her butt with her left hand and tilting her head to the side, confused.
"There are a lot of First-Grade Maids within the palace," stated Koneko, expanding, "If everyone crowded around him, Vahn would never have a moment to himself. Come, I will show you around and find something for you to do until he calls for you..."
"Booo...this is tyranny..." groaned Kuroka, glancing briefly at Vahn before following after her sister. At the same time, Koneko sent him a message informing him that she would handle her sister, so while he followed them with his eyes, he didn't call out to or try to stop them.
'Koneko matures more and more each day...' noted Vahn, the smile on his face broadening. A part of him had been looking forward to spending time with both sisters, but with Kuroka presumably intending to spend the next fifty years working within the palace, he was certain an opportunity would present itself. For now, it was probably best to let Koneko vent and assert herself...
"Now, who to spend my evening with..." muttered Vahn, taking a seat on a nearby sofa and opening his system interface to review his messages and see what everyone was up to. The system clock denoted the time as 9:08 PM, but as Devils were inherently more active at night, most of the central members of his harem were still wide awake, if not hard at work.
'Speaking of sisters...' thought Vahn, his aquamarine eyes briefly flashing as he opened a display that showed Tatsumaki and Fubuki together in the bath. Unfortunately, Tatsumaki had made it very clear she didn't want him trying to entice her into a threesome. Still, it was a refreshing sight to see the two of them bonding over low-alcoholic drinks.
"Oh, wow..." muttered Vahn, opening a display that depicted Akeno in a topless BDSM outfit, spinning a similarly leather-clad Lalatina on a wheel. He had given the former permission to train and the latter to be trained by her, but it was still a jarring sight—at least at first. The longer he watched, the harder it was to look away...
Since he wasn't in the mood for anything extreme, Vahn eventually shifted his attention to Asia, finding her with Xenovia and, somewhat surprisingly, Gabriel. He wasn't sure what had led to the interaction, but the trio was in the process of trying on different outfits, ostensibly as part of a sleepover as they were gathered in Asia's room, populated by a plethora of cute and oversized stuffed animals.
Not wanting to interrupt the trio's bonding, Vahn closed the display and cycled through a dozen others before pausing when he found a flushed Sona having her breasts groped by Serafall as the two sisters took a bath with the female members of the former's Peerage. Unfortunately, Tsubasa was among them, so while it wasn't likely they would turn him away, Vahn didn't feel comfortable intruding upon a bath where the woman of another man was present.
'Looks like Grayfia is going to receive a lot of love tonight...' mused Vahn, the thought causing his heart to flutter and accelerate. Venelana was in the Underworld, and Misla was already fast asleep in the room shared by Lupheria and Lastia. He could bide his time until Rias or another member of his harem was free, but it had been a while since he and Grayfia shared his bed overnight, just the two of them.
"Did Goshujin-sama call for me~?" asked Grayfia, appearing from a pale golden Magic Circle bearing Vahn's crest. Due to their inordinately strong bond, she could sense when he was thinking about her, especially when he was having libidinous thoughts. Thus, after hurriedly changing into one of her more titillating Maid outfits, she immediately teleported over.
"I believe I owe you more than a few rewards..." hummed Vahn, narrowing his eyes and smiling as he patted his left thigh. In response, Grayfia made a show of sliding off her incredibly scant panties before placing them on his head and straddling him, leading to a protracted makeout session and a paradoxically long but fleeting night of impassioned lovemaking...
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[December 5th DxD/July 28th DBT]
With Venelana arriving early that morning, Vahn informed Aileen he would be later than usual before making his way over to where the flaxen-haired Devil awaited with four transcendental beauties.
"My...you've become even more handsome in our time apart..." remarked one of the women, the shapeliest within the group with breasts in excess of a hundred centimeters, a tight waist, wide hips, and plump thighs. Her loosely braided ankle-length hair was a pale, shimmering blue at the base that became progressively darker near the ends, and she had three pairs of pale blue horns framing her head like a crown, a plump, scale-covered tail protruding from above her voluminous butt, and sharp, dark-blue eyes with golden, slit-like pupils.
"Tiamat...I have been looking forward to our reunion..." expressed Vahn, his tone sincere and his eyes glistening with anticipation as he surprised the Dragon Queen by stepping forward and drawing her into his embrace as she drew near him. She initially planned to stop before and stare up at him, but when he promptly hefted her up by her butt and kissed her, she didn't resist. Instead, her tail swished excitedly behind her as she closed her eyes and telepathically remarked, 'You've become bold...as a Dragon should be...' while actively engaging with his tongue.
'We'll continue this and more later...' stated Vahn, setting Tiamat down and licking his glistening lips while holding her upturned, somewhat predatory gaze. Fortunately, she respected his decision and, following a playful lick to the underside of his chin with her inordinately long and pointed tongue, separated from him with graceful, fluid movements.
After briefly following the buxom Dragoness's movements with his gaze, Vahn turned his attention to the patiently waiting Venelana, an apologetic smile adorning his face as he extended his left hand to her, prompting her to step forward and nestle into his embrace.
"Welcome home..." muttered Vahn, punctuating his words by giving the flaxen-haired Devil a deep, methodical kiss. She should have been the first person he greeted, but the order got messed up since Tiamat had made a beeline for him the moment he arrived at the lavishly decorated drawing room.
"Is this the customary greeting in the Intertwining Dragon's Palace...?" asked one of the three remaining women, a bespectacled, crimson-eyed beauty with long, straight blonde hair that arced neatly at the hairline to frame a beautiful, intelligent-looking face. Her figure, garbed in dark blue, military-esque apparel, wasn't nearly as pronounced as Tiamat's, but she was an incredible beauty in her own right and, significantly, one of Rias's oldest friends alongside Sona. Her cross-armed posture made her appear standoffish, but the faint reddening of her cheeks and the two protrusions visible through her top made it evident she was harboring expectations of her own.
Having just separated from Venelana, Vahn met the crimson-eyed Devil's gaze, smiled, and hummed, "Seekvaira...it's been too long. Rias and Sona will be over the moon when they hear you've elected to spend these next fifty years in our care..."
With Venelana separating from him and joining Tiamat at his side, Vahn extended his left hand to Seekvaira with a faint smile. She had technically come to them to produce an heir for the Ducal House of Agares, so while they weren't particularly close just yet, Vahn saw no reason to treat her as a stranger.
Though she exhaled from her nose in a faintly huffy manner, Seekvaira didn't hesitate to step forward, uncrossing her arms to reciprocate Vahn's embrace and stepping on the tips of her toes to receive his lips. Her body tensed when he grabbed and squeezed her butt, making it easier for them to entangle their tongues, but only briefly. She had privately been looking forward to the exchange since Rias invited her to join Vahn's harem nearly nine months prior, and thanks to her Devil heritage, she instinctively knew what to do.
"Should we interpret this to mean we have likewise been accepted into your fold...?" asked a simultaneously beautiful and heroic-looking woman with masterfully carved features, sharp blue eyes, a shapely and athletic body, and nearly ankle-length, pale blue hair affixed in a long, loose braid. Both she and the remaining woman present were modeling pantsuits, but hers was black with a glossy, bright blue tie, while her companion's was a matte purple with a brocade undershirt.
"Chief Valkyrie Brynhildr...the fables failed to capture the essence of your beauty. And Adjutant Rossweisse...it's good to see you again..." answered Vahn, adopting a smoldering smile as he gave Seekvaira's left ass cheek a playful squeeze. She had yet to separate from him and join Venelana and Tiamat, but after his subtle reminder, her daze faded, and she quickly fell in line.
"I...I swear to serve the Dragon's Pavilion to the best of my inadequate ability...!" responded Rossweisse, her aquamarine eyes swimming about confusedly and her face flushed crimson as she offered a steep bow. Like Brynhildr, she also had inordinately long, albeit silver, pink-tinted hair, but instead of binding it in some manner, she allowed it to flow freely in wavy strands.
Rolling her eyes, Brynhildr added, "Contrasting her words, Rossweisse is one of the most talented Valkyries to appear in the past thirteen hundred years. The offspring you produce are bound to be exceptional warriors or talented Mages."
Hearing Brynhildr mention children, the flush tinting Rossweisse's face bled into her ears, accompanied by illusory steam rising from her head. The truth was that she had been fantasizing about joining Vahn's harem ever since his daring comments at the underworld conference, but since the days she had been single matched the number that had passed since her birth, she was unspeakably nervous.
'What if he doesn't accept me...?' Rossweisse asked herself, her bowed body tensing as Vahn stepped forward and stopped right in front of her. What she didn't know was that Vahn had been looking forward to getting to know her since he first laid eyes on her, standing stoically behind Odin.
"Raise your head..." muttered Vahn, prompting Rossweisse to swallow hard before rising to her full height of 173cm. Then, with slow, practiced movements, he slid his hands around the voluptuous beauty's body and caressed her remarkably toned ass cheeks with a smoldering, confident smile. Rossweisse initially trembled at the unfamiliar contact, but instead of shying away or forcing them apart, she closed her eyes and tentatively raised her chin, earning herself a chaste but protracted kiss...
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