"Hmmm...this is a sight Grougaloragran has not seen for many millennia..." remarked Grougaloragran, appearing on the beach from a cloud of rolling mist, his cataract-ridden eyes focused on the scene of Yugo and Adamai flying around and sparring in the sky.
"Grougaloragran...I was hoping you would appear..." expressed Vahn, or, more accurately, the version of himself he had left behind on the beach while his counterpart retired to the capsule mansion with Amalia and Eva.
"I take it this is your doing...?" asked Grougaloragran, approaching the picnic table Vahn was seated at and phasing through the bench across from him to take a seat.
"It is," confirmed Vahn, nodding. Then, producing a bottle of glistening red liquid with a thin neck and highly ornate design, he added, "And this is a gift for you—an Elixir of Restoration. It may not return you to your prime, but it will purge the fog from your eyes and treat that wound you're hiding under your sleeve."
"Hmmnn..."
Though he wasn't predisposed to trust strangers, Grougaloragran only hesitated as long as it took him to inspect the Elixir before removing its cap and downing its contents. As he did, tremendous heat and a tingling sensation permeated his body, particularly focused around his eyes, his heart, and his left arm, which had been injured in a confrontation against Nox many years prior.
"Grougaloragran was unaware of the existence of such a miraculous and effective Elixir..." remarked Grougaloragran, staring down at his upturned hands with his renewed vision and flexing them open and closed. As Vahn had suggested, the medicine hadn't completely restored him. However, he had undoubtedly regained some of his strength—at least a few centuries' worth.
"There are far more potent medicines, but that's besides the point..." said Vahn, sporting a relaxed smile as he gestured to the sky with his chin and expressed, "I've become aware of your people's—the Eliatrope's plight via Yugo and his brother Adamai. I can't solve your problems for you, but I can support their growth and help you reclaim your waning strength. I ask for nothing in return, but if your people are able to support Amalia and Eva as they endeavor to elevate this world, I would greatly appreciate it..."
"Then we have an accord..." responded Grougaloragran, offering a slow, sagely nod. He still didn't trust Vahn completely, but with the power the latter possessed, he didn't need to rely on subterfuge or manipulation to bend people to his will.
"Then, please accept these as a token of good faith," said Vahn, waving his right hand over the table to produce a shallow crate filled with thirty additional Elixirs of Restoration. He was honestly a little surprised when Atlas presented them to him as proof of her progress in ascertaining the secrets of his blood. However, as their effect was ultimately even weaker than Phoenix Tears, the petite giantess still had a long way to go...
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While his counterpart was explaining to Grougaloragran what he had planned for Yugo's and Adamai's training, another Vahn was leisurely designing the Training Room they'd be using. More accurately, he was waltzing through the barren template of a Training Room, allowing Eva and, more so, Amalia to offer their suggestions regarding its layout and the facilities that should be available.
"We should have a massive tree in the center! Like, even bigger than the tree serving as my father's palace...!" exclaimed Amalia, waving her hands in a wide arc as if she were outlining said tree to encompass the horizon.
"Something like this...?" asked Vahn, typing a command into a holographic console. The moment he executed it, a truly colossal tree templated from the World Tree, Yggdrasil, began rising from the ground approximately ten kilometers away. Its natural growth should have taken millennia, but since it was ultimately a digitalized representation of the real thing, it took mere seconds for the tree's height to pass the clouds and its canopy to spread so wide that it covered the area they were standing in.
While Eva was at a complete loss for words, her eyes as round as saucers, Amalia recovered quickly, her brown eyes glistening as she jumped up like a Cheerleader, shouting, "This is amazing! It's even more spectacular than I imagined! And its canopy glistens like stars...!"
"I'm a little confused, though..." muttered Eva, glancing at Vahn with a mix of admiration and trepidation as she questioned, "Didn't you mention that everything in this place was like a realistic illusion? If that's true, where is all this Wakfu coming from? It's way more concentrated than our world..."
Preempting Vahn's response, Amalia grabbed his left arm and adhered to him a happy, flushed, and slightly smug expression as she asked, "Weren't you paying attention earlier? Vahn may not have created our world, but his power allowed it and all others to take form. Creating Wakfu out of thin air is probably as easy as breathing to him."
"It's a touch more complicated than that, but she's not wrong..." affirmed Vahn, chuckling. The truth of the matter was that he was relocating Wakfu from secluded pockets of the Krosmoz to the Training Room. There was a functionally infinite amount available due to the Krosmoz being only a few tens of thousands of years old, and as there was very little life outside the World of the Twelve, there was nothing to miss it.
"Vahn! I want to see the canopy up close! You can fly me up there, can't you...!?" asked Amalia, her brown eyes glistening as she stuck as close as possible to Vahn, her shapely breasts deforming against his arm and side.
"Of course I can," responded Vahn, nodding affirmingly before extending his right hand toward Eva. Her reaction was a bit slow since she was still awed by what she had just witnessed, but after glancing down at his hand for a good second and a half, she regained her smile and promptly moved closer to him, allowing Vahn to firmly cup her by her butt as he ferried her and Amalia to the canopy nearly three kilometers overhead...
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With his day gradually drawing toward a close, the various Vahns were preparing for bed, including the version of him that had been living in the predominantly kunoichi-occupied commune. Ever since his and Kushina's return eighteen days prior, a version of him had been living in a Japanese-style manor, where most of the kunoichi either lived or worked while their children played and trained in a massive courtyard.
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As he had promised, one of Vahn's focuses over the past two and a half weeks had been liberating Mikoto from the control and influence of the Uchiha Clan. To that end, he had the mature, raven-haired beauty lying atop him, her eyes rolled back slightly, and her tongue eagerly entangling with his as he hammered her quivering womb from below with long, swift thrusts that scarcely gave her hips a chance to drop.
"Here it comes..." warned Vahn, causing a throaty groan to emanate from Mikoto's throat as he pulled her fleshy but toned ass flush against him, his glans pressing snugly against the entrance of her bruised but continually regenerating cervix as he pumped her already inflated womb with a fresh batch of semen.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnnngh~!!!"
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen..." hummed Kushina, positioning herself behind Mikoto with one of Vahn's proliferated cocks, causing her to look like what was known as a futanari.
"K-Kushina, wait...just wait a moment. I need to—mmnnnghhh~"
Before Mikoto could finish pleading, Kushina slid Vahn's proliferated cock into her ass, her expression wide-eyed and flushed as she wasted no time smacking her hips against her former rival's shapely bottom.
"Have you reached your limit...?" asked Vahn, his expression softening and his tone gentle as he searched Mikoto's slovenly, tear-stained expression and unfocused, obsidian-black eyes. It was her idea to inundate her with so much pleasure that it overwrote her past sexual experiences, but if she was at her breaking point, he didn't want to push her over it.
In response to Vahn's words, Mikoto stared at him for a moment before turning her head and leaning forward to give him an impassioned, closed-eyed kiss. She felt like her anus and pussy were on the verge of splitting with two massive cocks inside of her, but she was determined to elevate her status to match Kushina's and Tsunade's in Vahn's heart. And the first step toward achieving that goal was obtaining the coveted Title born from receiving his seed a thousand times...
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[August 5th DxD/March 29nd DBT]
With six and a half days passing since Yugo, Adamai, Grougaloragran, and Percedal entered the Training Room, Vahn was enjoying some quality time with Amalia and Eva on Oma Island's sandy beach. Ruel had set sail a few days prior in search of pirates and smugglers to sink, rob, or both, so with no one there to judge or observe them, Amalia and Eva were competing to see who could ride him the longest without losing strength and submitting to pleasure.
"What's the matter, Evangelyne...are you having trouble...?" asked Amalia, performing deep, bouncing squats atop Vahn with her arms raised and her hands behind her head, messing her moss green hair. Despite being half a head shorter than Eva, her inordinately thick, bottom-heavy, sex-sculpted body had no difficulties accommodating his nearly thirty-centimeter cock. A whiff of her fleshy pink insides became visible every time she bounced, the result of her pussy clinging to him so tightly it threatened to prolapse, but had a much easier time than Eva—almost like her body was carefully constructed for sex.
"Our competition is about who can last longer...not who can bounce the most times or the quickest..." panted Eva, her sparsely freckled face and comparably fair body coated with a glossy layer of sweat as, rather than bouncing like Amalia, she ground her hips slowly but purposefully against Vahn's while staring intently into his eyes.
"Really? Sounds like the excuse of someone fated to lose~" hummed Amalia, similarly meeting Vahn's gaze as she began to dip and roll her hips, causing her stomach to undulate like a belly dancer. She wasn't quite addicted, but she absolutely loved having sex. Not only did it feel incredible, but it was infinitely better than any diet or exercise she had tried before. She was in the best shape of her life, and since she became a little stronger each time Vahn's semen filled her with undiluted ecstasy, she could ride him for days on end if he permitted it.
'If the Sadida were able to reproduce normally, they'd have overrun the world with this kind of talent and disposition...' mused Vahn, unable to prevent an appreciative smolder from adorning his face. He knew from Amalia that new Sadida sprouted from special seeds produced by their mothers and germinated by their fathers. They quite literally gestated in the ground like Cabbage Patch Kids, so if soil conditions weren't optimal or the weather wasn't cooperative, vast fields of prospective Sadida could wilt and be reduced to the soulless husks that required immediate burning to avoid turning into monsters.
"I...I give up..." sighed Eva, her voice husky, sweat dripping from her nose, and her thighs trembling uncontrollably as the persistent orgasm she had been enduring for nearly ten minutes intensified to the point she could no longer play it cool. She knew she would lose from the moment Amalia first posed the challenge, but she had been curious to see how long she could endure. Evidently, that number was twenty-seven minutes and thirty-nine seconds, which she felt was quite high.
Seeing Eva collapsed into Vahn's waiting arms, Amalia loudly harumphed and playfully remarked, "What a lightweight~" before more than doubling the speed at which she was riding his cock. She had also been orgasming almost constantly, but as that pleasure was insignificant in comparison to when Vahn released his semen deep inside of her, she was confident she could endure another four to five hours, at the very least...
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