"How is it...?" Vahn asked, seated atop a throne-like chair with multiple scantily clad Sisters preening at him, cleaning under his nails, tending to his feet, and one lucky lady seated atop his lap. He hadn't asked them to. They just did it of their own accord.
"There was definitely a response, but it didn't originate from an extra-planar source or influence. It appears that the Gods of this setting are manifestations of a populace or nation's collective beliefs—similar to a planet-wide diffusion field. There should therefore be minimal resistance to the Pavilion's and the Imperium Draconis Arbites' spread," answered a buxom Sister modeling a white lab coat and square, red-rimmed glasses. Transporting Grayfia and others to the setting of OL-2138 had revealed it to the Pavilion's monitoring system. And since there was a chance that his actions in the Roble Holy Kingdom might prompt divine intervention, Vahn had one of the Pavilion's observation teams monitoring the situation from start to finish.
"That means we'll need someone to serve as a focal point for the people's faith..." Vahn muttered, closing his eyes. He hadn't relinquished the bulk of his power and authority to turn around and instantly become the overseer of a new world. So if the Pavilion were to move forward with its solution, it would need someone suitable to become the setting's God...
Though the obvious answer was Sinbad, Vahn knew the man wouldn't accept such a commission. Sinbad was essentially the Chief God of his setting and leader of one of the more active Aspirant groups in the Tower. He had consented to serving as Justice Princeps, making him the de facto highest authority in the Imperium Draconis Arbites, but would only appear during Tribunals to remain completely objective...
'There's always Ainz...' Vahn considered. The man was already a nascent God due to the strongly held beliefs of Nazarick's former NPCs. But since those same individuals trended more toward evil than good or neutral, the form he took as a God might be problematic...
(*Then again, he's the only natural candidate—given that he's native to the setting*) Sis appended, completing Vahn's thought. This, in turn, gave rise to a new train of thought.
'We can have candidates compete for the position...' Vahn realized, his eyelids parting and his gaze fixing thoughtfully on what his counterpart in OL-2138 was doing...
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schlpslp schlick*
Though she had never done such a thing before, at least not on a person, Calca did her very best to suck Vahn's dick while stimulating her clit with her fingers. She had summoned him to her room shortly after the Tribunal's conclusion. And when he arrived, he found her waiting atop her bed in sexy, pure white lace.
'It feels wrong to interrupt her...' Vahn thought to himself, holding Calca's upturned gaze with a relaxed smolder. He knew she was trying to appeal to him to secure her position as Sacred Queen of the Roble Holy Kingdom. But beneath the politics of her actions, the desire she had suppressed for much of her life surged forth with reckless abandon...
"Haaaa...haaaa...please let me know...if my service is satisfactory..." Calca panted, stroking Vahn's cock and experimentally sucking his glans to give her jaw and throat a rest. She had practiced the act in the days leading up to her return to her country, but Vahn's cock was considerably thicker and longer than she had imagined—reminding her of illustrations she had seen of Minotaurs ravishing their human captives...
"Do I look dissatisfied...?" Vahn asked, his expression softening and his tone deep as he caressed Calca's head, causing her pussy to tense and quiver with anticipation. Calca's skills admittedly left a lot to be desired, but he would never disparage someone's earnest efforts.
"Then please...allow me to dedicate even more of my humble self to your greatness..." Calca exhaled hotly, running her hands along Vahn's chiseled abs and pushing him backward as she rose. Seeing him staring at her with narrowed eyes while on his back was more titillating than even her wildest fantasies, and as she crawled onto him—her pussy pinning his cock to his abdomen—her body burned like someone had set her very soul ablaze.
"You doing okay...?" Vahn asked, craning his right brow as Calca, staring at him in a trance, began to bleed from her right nostril.
"...!?"
Holding her nose and tilting her head back, Calca stammered, "P-Please forgive me! I will see to this and return to you as quickly as possible...!" in a panic.
"Let me see it..." Vahn muttered, rising to a seated position before Calca could dismount him. Her eyes widened to their limits, but as he held her in place, she eventually lowered her hand and whispered, "I did not mean to ruin the atmosphere..."
"A needless concern..." Vahn hummed, surprising Calca immensely as he licked the blood leaking from her nose. Then, before she could freak out, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her.
"...!?"
Though she wanted to beseech Vahn to, at the very least, allow her to wash and rinse her mouth, Calca found herself unable to protest as he gave her the deepest and most impassioned kiss she had ever received. Her only other partners had been Remedios and Kelart. But since they were wholly devoted to her, basically allowing her to do as she pleased, she had never been on the receiving end of a kiss...
'He's so manly...like a wild beast but completely in control of his actions...' Calca noted, her mind racing and her heart beating madly with the desire to be ravished by Vahn. Her memories from when she was held captive by the Demi-Human Alliance had been erased, but that hadn't prevented her from having nightmares about what they must have done to her while she was at their mercy. She knew it was selfish of her and unfair to Remedios and Kelart, but she needed the recognition of someone as transcendental as Vahn to confirm to her that she hadn't been irreversibly tainted—and to silence the critics who would invariably try to drag her reputation through the mud...
"I dedicate all that I am to the Dragon God...so that my soul might be cleansed in your sacred light..." Calca sighed, nestling her face into the space between Vahn's neck and shoulder.
"Foolish woman...your soul has never burned brighter and more pure..." Vahn countered, embracing Calca's body and cupping the back of her head with his right hand. He was well aware of Calca's insecurities, and they had nothing to do with his acceptance of her. She was prepared to give everything to protect her people. And as far as he was concerned, that made her purer than powdered snow...
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[January 31st DxD/September 23rd DBT]
With a few more days to work things out—even more with time dilation—Vahn had an increasingly complete idea of how he wanted the League he and Ainz had conceived to be structured. The Imperium Draconis Arbites would exist as an arbitration branch of the Pavilion, with Praefecti serving as intermediaries and officiants. The actual League would be composed of the representatives of member nations, who, in exchange for agreeing to the Pavilion's oversight, would be granted access to a variation of the YGGDRASIL System.
"Having them compete for the position of God will have to come later, once nations have the opportunity to raise champions and acclimate to the YGGDRASIL System..." Vahn concluded, completing his explanation. His face was buried beneath Grayfia, but he was able to communicate clearly with her, Venelana, and Misla using a mouth he had materialized on his bed's headboard.
"It seems to me that you've properly considered things. Does this mean your stay in that world will soon be coming to an end...?" Venelana asked, rolling her hips in a manner not even the most skilled belly dancer would be able to emulate.
"The thought has crossed my mind..." Vahn sighed. He had intended to live a more grounded existence in OL-2138, but he couldn't help offering solutions when he encountered or learned of mass suffering. Even when he didn't experience it directly, his interactions with those who had gave him an irrepressible urge to fix things...
"Perhaps your next journey will see you rising through the Tower...?" Misla proposed, applying pressure to the meridians in Vahn's right forearm while his hand remained nestled between her voluminous breasts.
"Perhaps so...unfortunately, it doesn't appear that I'm suited to living an ordinary life..." Vahn conceded, prompting Grayfia, Venelana, and Misla to exchange amused smiles. As the creator of Invirtua and the man who had systematically swayed their bodies and hearts, the notion that Vahn was anything but extraordinary was absurd...
"Alright. Once I have secured the Sadida Kingdom's place at the pinnacle of the World of Twelve, I will begin my climb..." Vahn decided, accepting that scaling the Tower was likely the only way he could experience a real challenge outside of the Corridor. There was also the Anathema, but until they revealed themselves, there was little that he or the Pavilion could do to prevent whatever they had in mind.
"Rias and the others will be pleased to hear that~" Venelana hummed, her pussy tightening like a vacuous vice around Vahn's cock, forcibly drawing out his semen. Rias, Sona, Ravel, and Medaka were engaged in a contest to see who could rise further up the Tower between work and their other obligations, so Vahn entering the fray would shake things up and motivate them to climb even faster.
"I would like to tell them myself when the time comes," Vahn expressed, his voice quivering faintly and full of ardor as his life essence was drawn out of him with tremendous force. He had grown to relish the sensation a great deal. And ever since he had conferred most of his Authority to the three women present, the efficacy with which they siphoned his essence had increased by several orders of magnitude...
"But of course..." Venelana exhaled hotly, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as Vahn's incomparably potent life force pervaded every fiber of her being, compounding her arousal to a degree that would have driven a lesser Devil to madness. Unfortunately, the sensation indicated that her turn had passed, with Misla increasingly giving her a disapproving look as she selfishly relished in the afterglow of Vahn filling her womb to the point of swelling with his seed...
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At the same time that he made his decision to shift his focus to events in the World of Twelve, the Vahn that had been living within the Royal Castle of the Sadida Kingdom was lying on his stomach, peppering Evangeline's swollen belly with kisses.
"Hey! What did I tell the two of you about getting started without me...!?" Amalia exclaimed, bursting into the royal suite she shared with Vahn and Evangeline, her face flushed with outrage. Notably, her belly, wrapped in an off-white belly band, was also swollen.
"Why are you shouting the moment you enter? Besides, he's just kissing my stomach..." Evangeline retorted, annoyed but accustomed to Amalia's outbursts.
"Well, he should be kissing my stomach," Amalia protested, sticking out her very pregnant belly and arguing, "I got pregnant at least a few weeks ahead of you, so my baby needs more attention."
"Haaaa...a Queen shouldn't be so selfish..." Evangeline sighed, rolling her eyes before closing them altogether.
"Selfish? I just don't want you forgetting which of us is Vahn's main wife in this world. We might both be Queens, but I was the first to approach and claim him..." Amalia protested, puffing her cheeks.
"Did something happen...?" Vahn asked, rising from the bed and making his way over to Amalia, his right hand caressing and cupping the left side of her face. The pampered Sadida Queen had mellowed out a great deal after learning she was pregnant. So if she was lashing out, she was either hormonal or something had happened while she was holding court...
"I don't want to talk about that right now..." Amalia muttered, her hands grabbing Vahn's cock beneath the leafy waistband he was wearing and guiding it past the leaf-patterned loincloth she was wearing to her pussy. When she was in a bad mood, there was only one thing she would accept to cheer her up...
"Of course..." Vahn responded, punctuating his words by giving Amalia a deep kiss. His activities in other worlds, pushback from the more affluent members of the Sadida race, and stonewalling from the Council of Twelve had compelled him to take a back seat to her rule. But now that activities in OL-2138 were drawing to a close, it was time for him to teach the other rulers that his wife wasn't to be bullied...
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