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With barely ten seconds passing since he knocked, Vahn was greeted by the sight of Kushina hurriedly opening her door in scant pink lingerie that could scarcely hold back her milk-heavy breasts, a thong that had more in common with a string than a functional pair of panties, and pink, open-toe stockings.
Before he could greet her, Vahn unceremoniously found himself pulled into Kushina's room by the collar of his yukata. A quick kick of her foot slammed the door behind them. Then, with a notably pouty expression, she jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist like a trap as she asserted, "You're late..." in a sulky tone.
"Then I suppose we should get to it..." hummed Vahn, holding Kushina's ass with his left hand and using his right to slide aside her almost paper-thin panties. Unequipping his yukata freed his cock, allowing it to smack against her butt before she raised it slightly and began kissing him. From there, they were off to the races, kicking off a long cohabitation that was set to continue until she gave birth...
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"Such detailed information...this will make things much easier moving forward..." hummed Venelana, her violet eyes glistening calculatingly as she sat straddling Vahn in reverse cowgirl atop his bed, skillfully shaking and rolling her hips. Before her was a streamlined version of his Harem Management interface, made accessible to her after she was appointed as one of its Managers.
"I want you to appoint Rias as your Co-Manager..." stated Vahn, taking a moment to cease eating out Grayfia out to speak. Immediately after, he had her lower her weight back onto his face, his cock swelling to nearly twice its usual thickness as Grayfia's nostalgic flavor and aroma pervaded his senses after what felt like a lifetime.
"Mmn...of course..." responded Venelana, the muscles in her jaw briefly tensing before her body naturally adapted to Vahn's increased length and girth. It annoyed her somewhat that the reaction was provoked by Grayfia simply sitting on his face, but she didn't stew over it. Instead, she ground and twisted her hips, deliberately stimulating his glans with her insides as she added, "As for Medaka, I'll have her assist me as a regional planner. A total of 38,553 people have requested permission to remain in the training room until its closure, not including those dispatched by the Soul Society. With her background as the Head of the Kurokami Group, she should have experience with districting and processing permits."
"I have absolute confidence in you both..." stated Vahn, raising Grayfia's ass and pussy from his face before immediately lowering her the moment he was finished speaking. A slight frown marred Venelana's face at being implicitly lumped together with Medaka, but she took it in stride, tensing the inside of her pussy and causing her inner walls to ripple and produce a powerful suction as she segued, "On the topic of the Soul Society, I've spoked with Dr. Shaka about accept the appointment as President of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute. As Dr. Vegapunk's aspect of Good, I believe he will be able to keep the institution on the moral path moving forward."
Giving Grayfia's right ass cheek two light smacks, Vahn waited for her to dismount him before rising to a seated position, resting his chest against Venelana's back, planting a kiss on her left shoulder, and massaging her breasts as he affirmed, "As expected of my first wife and right hand...you never cease to amaze me, Venelana..."
With Grayfia promptly positioning herself behind him, aided by her belly band, Vahn consequently found himself nestled between the two women he held most dear. In response to his praise, Venelana willfully tightened her insides to their limit and turned her face to him, facilitating him kissing her as her pussy did its best to milk him without needing to move. As she did, Vahn subtly activated his Stalwart Adonis, causing both Devils to feel their bodies heat up as he prepared to demonstrate to them how much he had grown as a result of his and Medaka's tryst...
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"I'm grateful, but I honestly wasn't expecting you to visit again so soon..." admitted Masane, feeling out of place in her own room as she slipped out of her form-fitting jeans, revealing her voluminous ass, barely contained in a pair of simple white panties. It would have been easier to unequip what she was wearing and don her white bikini directly, but she secretly hoped that by watching her change, Vahn might be triggered to pounce.
"I've experienced some things over the past few days that have incited a shift in my perspective..." revealed Vahn, surprising Masane immensely as he approached her from behind, slipped his hands under the two layers of thin shirts she was wearing, and slid them up her body. At the same time, by sheer virtue of how round and pillowy her ass was, his bulge naturally nestled between her cheeks.
"I see..." muttered Masane, swallowing hard as she raised her hands to allow Vahn to slide off her long-sleeved overshirt and the thin camisole she was wearing underneath it. Due to their size, weight, and impressive elasticity, her breasts bounced noticeably as the fabric slipped past them. Vahn couldn't help noticing that her bra was pale yellow, contrasting with her white panties, but he knew not all woman concerned themselves with matching their undergarments.
"Is this what I think it is...?" asked Masane, her breathing already labored as her chestnut-brown hair turned a vibrant shade of bloody crimson and grew considerably longer. Even the Witchblade on her right wrist seemed to understand Vahn was behaving differently than usual, guiding her body to transform gradually rather than all at once.
"I know the past few days haven't been easy for you..." revealed Vahn, slipping his hands under Masane's breasts, allowing them to bounce free before placing the garment in his Inventory. Then, sliding his hands down her body, her caressed her upper abdomen with his left hand and gently massaged her lower with the fingers of his right, stating, "You could have accepted the offers of those men to find relief, but you held out so as not to betray me. For that, you deserve a reward..."
"I've wanted you inside me for so long..." muttered Masane, exhaling a cloud of steamy condensation. Ordinarily, her black, blade-formed armor would cover her breasts and pussy, but in that particular moment, they remained totally exposed, the latter leaking like a broken faucet, coating the interior of Masane's inordinately thick and pliant-looking thighs with intoxicatingly fragrant, pheromone-heavy fluids.
"From today onward, you can consider me Rihoko's father..." stated Vahn, guiding Masane to bend over. Curiously, blades protruded from the armor covering her sides to act as a kind of support as he spread her thick and pillowy cheeks with his left hand and lined his glans up with her pulsating entrance. As he pushed forward, he distinctly felt multiple blades pressing against his shaft. And when he reached her depths, he could feel a series of blades akin to a blender awaiting him, threatening to reduce his cock to a meaty slurry.
"Finally..." sighed Masane, her heavy exhale causing a thread of drool to leak from the tip of her tongue and down to the floor. The crimson eye of her Witchblade glimmered forebodingly for several seconds, but as Vahn began to move, his hips striking against Masane's muscular but soft ass to produce an audible clap, the blades within her pussy slowly receded, only retracting fully when she petitioned him to fuck her harder and he readily complied...
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[Three Weeks Later]
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Though it was difficult to immerse himself completely in his work with at least two versions of himself in operation at any given moment, Vahn had diligently returned to his forge after the festival's conclusion. Things had changed rather drastically since then, with a mid-sized town popping up down the hill, but his involvement with the biome's development had been minimal as he was primarily focused on biding his time until Korra and Rias gave birth. The two were due any day now, with Venelana expecting soon after, so his anticipation was increasing by the day.
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Striking the tip of the blade he was shaping with a little too much force, Vahn hastily activated his Domain to catch the fragment before it could shoot off like a piece of shrapnel.
"Sheesh. What's your problem? Am I distracting you...?" asked Bonney, sitting nearby on a fire-resistant sofa in a form-fitting, black leather bikini top and bottoms. She was currently on her break, so she had discarded the waist apron and pants that came with it, allowing her to lazily scratch her stomach as she lay on her side with her head propped up by her left hand.
"Not in particular," responded Vahn, using metal tongs to carry the broken piece of metal over to the crucible so it could be melted down later. Once he was done, he decided to take a break himself, exhaling faintly from his nose before making his way over to the sofa, prompting Bonney to pull up her feet to make room instead of sitting up properly.
"How goes your Bukujutsu training...?" asked Vahn, plopping down onto the sofa and habitually massaging Bonney's feet as she just as naturally placed them on his lap. The way she was positioned wasn't very ladylike, but he had learned she was much easier to handle if he didn't attempt to correct her.
"Same old, same old...that Dizzy chick is a monster..." grumbled Bonney, looking slightly annoyed as she recalled Dizzy grabbing her left ankle and flinging her a mountain with enough force to splinter its peak. She was at fault for antagonizing the buxom bluenette, but Vahn didn't need to know that.
Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Vahn briefly looked over to see Rihoko entering the workshop, her large brown eyes glistening and a radiant smile adorning her face as she carried over a three-tiered stack of bento boxes, exclaiming, "Papa! I've brought you lunch! Mama and I made it together!"
"Oh? I'm looking forward to it..." hummed Vahn, briefly glancing in the direction of Bonney and nodding approvingly as she promptly removed her feet from his lap and donned a pair of blue jean cutoffs that left part of her butt exposed. He would have preferred if she had worn something that covered more, but short-shorts were better than nothing.
Meeting Bonney's ill-tempered gaze as she made her way around to the front of the sofa, Rihoko smiled radiantly and remarked, "Big sister looks super cool today, just like always~."
Rolling her eyes, Bonney resisted the temptation to call Rihoko a silver-tongued little shit and sat up, sitting properly as she asked, "So, what did you bring me today?"
"You're going to love it~!" chimed Rihoko, passing off the bento boxes to Vahn before producing a plate of cherry-tipped sponge cake that looked like it weighed as much as her. Thanks to a special diet of stat-enhancing crops and crystals, however, she didn't even appear strained holding the nearly 20kg slice of cake.
"An acceptable offering," affirmed Bonney, nodding approvingly and doing her best to appear calm and mature as she accepted the slice of cake and produced a serving table to set it on. She wasn't the biggest fan of Rihoko due to the seven-year-old's calculating nature, but she tolerated her like a proper adult.
Unbeknownst to Bonney, Rihoko viewed her in a similar light, choosing to tolerate he presence rather than calling her out for her boorish, unladylike behavior. She had become aware of Bonney's circumstances after asking Misla, Venelana, and Rias why he tolerated her, so while she sincerely felt that the pink-haired Pirate was in need of disciplining, Rihoko accepted it wasn't her place to mete it out. Instead, she focusing on ensuring her mom was always near the forefront of Vahn's mind by visiting and interacting with him daily...
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