Chapter 383: Appreciation
’Mmn...the energy of this world has extraordinary compatibility with my Source Energy...’ noted Vahn, watching with curiosity as Amalia’s mossy-green hair grew rapidly, dozens of tiny, off-white flowers sprouting around her crown as he pumped her welcoming womb from behind with enough semen to balloon it. At the same time, her sweating body glistened with a faint green glow, her previously earth-brown eyes turning leaf-green, and a potent, flowery aroma permeated the room.
"I think you’re going to need a haircut..." remarked Vahn, his tone low and playful as he continued thrusting in and out of Amalia’s quivering pussy—his movements slow and steady.
"It feels so much better...than anything I could have imagined..." moaned Amalia, her voice trembling and suffused with passion. She had heard that sex was supposed to feel amazing, but as each of Vahn’s movements sent waves of pleasure through her lower body and along her spine—gathering in her brain and heart—she couldn’t fathom how people didn’t spend their entire days having sex...
"But we should probably stop here...if your hair grows any longer, it will start to tangle and get in the way..." remarked Vahn. He felt that his and Amalia’s compatibility was great, but her hair had already reached a point where it would extend past her ankles if she stood, and it was still slowly growing.
"My...my hair...?" asked Amalia, realizing only after Vahn mentioned it a second time that her hair was growing at an astonishing rate. There was simply too much Wakfu in Vahn’s semen. Her body was doing its best to process it, but much of it leaked out, causing flowers, mushrooms, moss, and tiny tree branches to sprout from the room’s wooden floor, walls, and ceiling.
"Can’t you just...cut it off...?" asked Amalia, staring back at Vahn with a heated, notably flushed expression.
"If you insist..." responded Vahn, gathering Amalia’s hair with both hands and binding it with his Domain before cutting it around the base of her shoulders. Then, after telepathically binding the excess hair with a cloth, he set it off to the side, returned his hands to Amalia’s slender waist, and hummed, "You should try moving this time...I’ll follow your lead..."
"You shouldn’t tease me..." remarked Amalia, the ruddiness of her cheeks deepening as she faced forward with her eyes closed, braced herself, and began striking her round, firm, and healthy brown ass against Vahn’s hips, provoking him to thrust forward reciprocally. Around that time, the door to the room shut softly as Eva, seemingly realizing they wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, ceased touching herself and retreated.
’I guess she won’t be joining us...’ mused Vahn, feeling it was somewhat regretful but knowing from experience it likely wouldn’t be long before he had the two shapely women stacked, making out or forming an ass tower for his personal perusal and pleasure. In the meantime, he slowly shifted his weight forward, prompting Amalia to shift from her hands and knees to lying flat, permitting him to pin her beneath him and thrust with increasing passion as her loud moans echoed uninhibitedly throughout the room, but no further...
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[March 8th DxD/October 30th DBT]
With only a week passing since he came in contact with Amalia’s world, Vahn, seated within his command theater with Gloria leaning forward and twerking atop his cock, was still paying fairly close attention to her world and journey. One reason for this was that Amalia continuously requested his assistance or called him over to eat together, but Vahn didn’t mind, as he enjoyed cooking, and most of her requests involved freeing her friends after they had been captured.
Feeling Vahn’s cock twitch within her, Gloria increased the length of her movements before sitting flush against him, purposely grinding his cock with her cervix as he filled her with her twelfth batch of hot, invigorating semen that day. Her body glistened with aromatic sweat, but instead of feeling even a little tired, she felt aroused and eager to continue. Before that, she ensured her pussy siphoned every drop of semen from Vahn’s urethra before briefly shifting forward and allowing his cock to slip out of her.
"I feel like I’m becoming less and less human with each passing day..." remarked Gloria, turning around and climbing onto Vahn’s lap, stradling him with her legs spread wide and her glistening red-brown eyes locked with his. When the latter promptly lined up his tip with the entrance of her pussy, she didn’t hesitate to seat herself and aggressively rock her hips, making it clear she wasn’t scared by the changes in her body but looking forward to them.
Instead of responding with words, Vahn narrowed his eyes and leaned his face forward slightly, inciting Gloria to close the remaining distance of her own accord to kiss him eagerly. Her tongue had grown notably longer and more dexterous with the changes in her body, and even when the moving of her hips ceased, the interior of her pussy writhed and twisted, doing its best to stimulate his cock and getting better at it by the day.
Following their kiss, Vahn took a firm hold of Gloria’s ass, slipped his lips past her face, and smolderingly hummed, "I think it’s about time we give David a younger sibling..."
"Please..." panted Gloria, her body shuddering at Vahn’s words and her pussy clenching like a vice at the insinuation he was about to impregnate her. She had initially sought to bear his child for insurance. Now, the only things that could make her happier were him asking her to pledge herself to his cock or become his wife...
Having no reason not to knock Gloria up, Vahn gently bit down on her left shoulder and activated his Stalwart Adonis, causing her to claw his back and cling tightly to his body as he began to make slow but forceful love to her. What Gloria didn’t need to know was that he was hoping she would calm down a bit once she was pregnant and had given birth. He certainly didn’t mind having her accompany him to his command theater every day. But since Venelana, Misla, and a few others had pointed out that she was becoming obsessed with him to the point of ignoring others, he needed to wean Gloria before servicing his cock became the only thing she cared or thought about...
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[April 9th DxD/December 1st DBT]
Though he had other bodies handling important tasks elsewhere, Vahn made it a point not to be intimate with other women on the birthdays of his harem members, bar specific exceptions. For Rias’s birthday, he had originally planned to dine with her on the surface of a moon orbiting the remnants of a fractured planet, but she had evidently made plans of her own—viewing the day as an opportunity for her to make a selfish request of him.
"Alright, you better not have cheated by using your Domain" hummed Rias, removing her hands from Vahn’s eyes after teleporting with him to the venue she had prepared. What awaited him the moment his sight had returned was a total of nineteen horse-eared girls wearing matching, idol-like lingerie outfits, their voices melding together as they bowed and said, "We are pleased to be of service to the Dragon God" as a chorus.
Before Vahn could ask, Rias, standing with her arms crossed, her chin raised, and her chest puffed proudly, revealed, "I previously explained to Rudolf-san that you could guarantee pregnancy using your power. Each of these Umas has expressed an interest in bearing you a child, so if you’re willing, I would like you to impregnate all nineteen of them."
"I’m not unwilling..." responded Vahn, feeling somewhat taken aback but managing a smile as he met the gazes of each gathered Uma, including a slightly flushed Symboli Rudolf. The truth of the matter was that the URA, the Umamusume Racing Association, was worried that any Umas sired by Vahn would have a tremendous
advantage in their races. Thus, to prevent a series of one-sided blowouts in future races, it was proposed that, if he were willing, Vahn would become the go-to stallion for those who wished to sire raceworthy Uma children. Either that, or they would have to create a completely new series of races that would almost certainly overshadow all others...Fortunately for both the Umas and Vahn, the latter had grown increasingly fond of them and their sport. He regularly observed their practices, gave advice to those who sought it, caressed the heads of those who came to him for praise, treated their injuries, and provided them with produce and honey sourced from the Black Tower. As such, when Rias gave the signal, all nineteen Umas turned in concert and bent over, presenting their bare asses, visibly wet, and plugged pussies beneath their frilly skirts. Some of the Umas had never been with a man before, so while they were naturally conditioned to handle large cocks, they had taken proactive measures to ensure they would be able to accommodate Vahn properly.
"I won’t lie...this is a breathtaking and irresistible sight..." remarked Vahn, turning his head and causing Rias’s smug expression to gain a prominent blush as he appended, "But I can think of at least one addition that would make it even more irresistible..."
"But of course..." responded Rias, narrowing her blue eyes before making her way over to the line-up of Umas, positioning herself between Symboli Rudolf and a buxom Uma named Maruzensky. Notably, by using her Devil Magic, she was able to give herself a pair of crimson Uma ears and a long, silky tail that matched the color and shine of her hair. As a result, she was able to fit seamlessly into the group as Vahn, his aquamarine eyes blazing with passion and appreciation, divided himself into twenty Flower-Flower Clones. Fine control was unthinkable with such a number—at least at his current level—but since the Umas and Rias were lined up side-by-side, he moved in concert to position himself behind each of them. From there, he was off to the races...
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[April 15th DxD/December 6th DBT]
Rousing simultaneously in seven separate beds, Vahn Prime, having spent the night in his room, took a moment to pop, groan, and massage his neck as Orihime, lying next to him with her eyes closed, softly reminded, "Don’t forget to adjust the time dilation..."
"I am well aware..." hummed Vahn, taking a moment to kiss the exhausted woman’s left temple before floating from his bed and landing softly on the floor. Orihime had ultimately chosen to remain in school, but she no longer attended it directly. Instead, she had a Gigai infused with a Mod Soul that had been templated from her memories, allowing it to upkeep her life and identity while she remained in the palace—socializing, training, and taking care of their daughter, Ichika.
Ding!
’Hmmm...?’
Though it was unusual for him to receive a priority message so early in the morning, Vahn unhurriedly opened his chat interface as he cranked up the time dilation, departed his room, and entered the hall of inversely bowing Sisters beyond. The fact that the message had arrived around the time he started his day implied that the sender knew and respected his schedule, so he was unsurprised to see it was from Merlin.
[When you have time, send one of your Flower-Flower Clones or come by my room personally. There is a matter I need to discuss with you, and it’s been a while since I felt your warmth inside me.]
’Did something happen in her world?’ Vahn wondered, continuing ahead as a second version of himself separated from his body in a flash of pale gold. This excited the Sisters closest to him, but while he was tempted to act on the impulse their reaction incited, the newly produced Vahn smiled wryly and teleported to Merlin’s dimly lit, remarkably purple, book-littered room.
"Well, that was quick," hummed Merlin, emerging from her bathroom with a white towel, still in the process of manually drying her hair before using Magic to dry and fix it immediately. Then, tossing the towel off to the side, causing it to snake over and settle in a hamper, she approached Vahn and nestled into his embrace, a sensual moan emanating from her throat as he squeezed her butt and raised her into an unhurried, impassioned kiss. The matter she had to discuss with him was fairly pressing, but since the flow of time in her room was naturally six times greater than the outside, they had time to catch up first...
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