Accountability

After calming down a bit, Vahn sat on the sofa in his room, holding hands with Rias and Korra while Venelana made herself comfortable atop a floor cushion rather than sitting on one of the three armchairs present, the four of them discussing the trio's pregnancies and their future.

"I still can't believe I'm pregnant..." sighed Korra, resting her head against Vahn's shoulder with her eyes closed as she muttered, "I'm only eighteen, and there's so much going on right now..."

"Hey, I'm just as surprised as you are..." remarked Vahn, unable to erase the smile from his face as he joked, "All things considered, the two of us haven't had that much sex. We must have amazing compatibility..."

"She has always seemed especially susceptible to your semen..." noted Rias, referring to how Korra overheated and became lethargic after Vahn came inside her.

"Ugh...don't say it like I'm some kind of pervert..." groaned Korra, her face flushing as she behaved uncharacteristically timidly.

"You may have doubts now, but that's perfectly normal for an expecting mother giving birth to her first child..." stated Venelana, her expression and tone gentle and motherly as she affirmed, "But as your delivery date draws near and you finally give birth, any doubts you had will be replaced by pure, unadulterated love for your child. You're also not alone. Not just us here, but every member of the Dragon's Pavilion will be supporting you moving forward."

"Yeah, I know..." muttered Korra, gaining a hint of a smile before raising, shaking her head, and asking, "But how am I going to explain this to my friends and family back home? I'm not too concerned about my mom, but my dad and Tenzin are going to freak out, guaranteed. I mean, as far as they're aware, I'm not even seeing anyone..."

"I will meet them, explain the situation, and accept full responsibility..." stated Vahn, squeezing Korra's hand and adopting a broader smile as he softly but confidently appended, "They will doubtlessly be surprised, and your father may even become enraged, but once he holds his grandchild in his arms, he'll come around..."

"I'm not so sure..." muttered Korra, feeling at least a little better but still suffused with doubts, largely due to a lack of self-confidence. She was certain she could become the best, strongest Avatar in history, but she had zero confidence in her capacity as a mother...after all, despite what she had said moments prior, she was a pervert, a battle junkie, and more than a little brutish...

"That's what I'm here for..." whispered Vahn, holding up his and Korra's linked fingers so she could see them as he asserted, "I will shoulder all your doubts and uncertainties and ensure both you and our child can live happily and healthily...I swear on my very being..."

Feeling even more at ease, Korra smiled, exhaled faintly from her nose, and returned her head to Vahn's shoulder, surprising and thrilling him as she muttered a faint, "Looks like I picked the right man to love..."

"It's contributed to me being one of the most fortunate men across all worlds..." affirmed Vahn, kissing the top of Korra's head before turning to Rias, squeezing her hand, and sharing a kiss with her as well. Venelana's position made it difficult for him to afford her the same courtesy, but with the night and their entire lives ahead of them, he would doubtlessly make it up to her...

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[October 20th DxD/June 13th DBT]

After breaking the news back at the Air Temple and reaching her family, Korra, gripping the front of her blue, fur-lined Water Tribe coat, emerged from the luminous doorway created by her now crystal key with her head hanging and several people following behind her. The most notable was a bald man in predominately red robes with a blue arrow tattoo on his head, thick eyebrows, a naturally stern face, and a goatee that transitioned into a pointy beard. With him was a similarly garbed, somewhat weary-looking woman with dark brown, slightly greying hair, soft green eyes, and a baby in her arms, but Vahn, waiting patiently with his delegation, consisting of Grayfia, Venelana, Rias, and Sona, was considerably more concerned with the duo that emerged after them.

Sporting the two-tone blue and white-furred garments associated with the Water Tribe, a tall, burly, heroic-looking man with long, dark brown hair, a well-groomed beard, and the same skin tone and eye color as Korra immediately zeroed in on Vahn with a stern, clearly disapproving expression. At his side was a pigtailed woman with softer and homelier features than Korra, but there were clear similarities, which made sense considering she was her mother.

"Are you this so-called Dragon God who impregnated my daughter...?" asked the tall and burly man, Korra's father, Tonraq, aka the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe.

Cupping his right fist with his left hand, Vahn offered a slight bow and responded, "I won't deny it. And while this isn't how I imagined our first meeting, it's an honor to finally meet the people who raised Korra into the incredible woman she has become. I am forever in your debt..."

Though his initial plan was to beat Vahn within an inch of his life, Tonraq only needed to look around at the spacious palace they had stepped into to understand he wasn't dealing with some punk. He didn't believe he was a Dragon, much less a God, but he clearly wasn't an ordinary person to be able to create keys that purportedly and demonstrably appeared to open doors between worlds.

"Mom, Dad, Tenzin, Pema, this is Vahn...my fiance and the father of my unborn child..." introduced Korra, moving to Vahn's side with a sheepish, borderline mortified, evasive expression that had her face paradoxically flushed and pale at the same time.

"And the rest of these people are his harem, I presume...?" asked Tenzin, sporting an even more disapproving expression than Tonraq even though, deep down, he was taken aback by the sheer beauty on display.

"Part of it," confirmed Vahn, nodding affirmingly and causing Tenzin's and Tonraq's glowers to deepen.

"Is this a game to you, boy?" asked Tonraq, stepping forward with deeply furrowed brows and clenched fists as he asked, "God or not, what kind of man are you to play with the hearts of and manipulate multiple women as if they're some kind of trophies for you to amass? And what are you trying to gain by targeting my daughter? You couldn't have not known she is the Avatar, so what are you scheming!?"

"Dad! It's not like that...!" shouted Korra, going from timid to pissed off as if a switch had been flipped in her brain.

"Korra, enough!" shouted Tonraq, fury burning within his steel blue eyes as he held Vahn's gaze and asserted, "Even if this man is who and what you say he is, he should never have gotten involved in our world!"

"I'm the one who chose to become an Ascendee...!" exclaimed Korra, positioning herself between Vahn and staring her father down as she asserted, "I was sick and tired of living how other people wanted me to, so I leaped at the opportunity to enter the Tower, meet new people, and explore new worlds! And because of that, I'm stronger than ever and have met people I really care about—people who value me for the person I am, not for being the Avatar...!"

Seeing Korra position herself between him and Vahn, Tonraq became red in the face, the vein in his left temple bulging. He was well aware of how strong-willed Korra could be, but he couldn't help thinking she had made an unspeakably monumental mistake and was digging deeper into a hole she could never escape—all because she was too proud or headstrong to admit or even realize she was doing something foolish.

"Now, now, let's try to calm down..." said Tenzin, stepping forward and placing his hand on Tonraq's shoulder. He similarly believed Korra was making a mistake, but that was what it meant to be young. Their anger wouldn't change the fact that she was pregnant, and though Vahn was clearly unprincipled regarding how he viewed relationships, they had an obligation to support and guide Korra through this tumultuous and very delicate time in her life.

Though he clenched his teeth several times, causing the muscles in his jaw to flex as he glared daggers at Vahn, Tonraq forcibly suppressed his fury in response to Tenzin's words. Their reason for coming to the palace was to have their questions answered and verify Korra's claims, so while he strongly desired to slip past Korra and slam his fist into Vahn's jaw, he employed his experience as the Southern Water Tribe's Chief to at least appear calm.

"Very well..." growled Tonraq, clenching his fists even tighter as he said, "I may not like it, but since my daughter has chosen to share her life with you, I can at least make an effort to ascertain your character and see for myself what you've accomplished. Show me what kind of man a so-called God makes..."

"That is all I can ask for..." responded Vahn, closing his eyes and offering a slight bow in the form of a nod. What followed was a tour of the lower floors of the palace, an explanation of their goals, and, most convincingly, a demonstration of their strength. Tonraq was nearly as stern, brash, and hotheaded as Korra, but witnessing Grayfia casually obliterate a mountain gave him the clarity of mind to understand he wasn't in a position to make threats or demands of the Dragon's Pavilion, much less Vahn...

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After insisting that the delegation from Korra's world make themselves at home and enjoy the palace's amenities for a few days, aided by their free rein of the first through eighth floors, Vahn returned to his room, where he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"That was unbelievably stressful..." sighed Vahn, spreading his arms and allowing Grayfia and Misla to disrobe him while Venelana sat on the edge of his bed, sporting a tantalizing smile as she hummed, "Perhaps. But, all things considered, things went very well. Grayfia's demonstration went a long way toward helping them understand the gravity of the situation."

"Yes...she did an excellent job..." affirmed Vahn, meeting Grayfia's gaze, prompting the silver-haired Devil to smile, step closer, and stand on the tips of her toes to give him a peck on the lips before whispering, "If you want to reward me, we both know how you can do it..."

"Sounds good..." responded Vahn, catching Grayfia, Venelana, and Misla off guard until he chuckled, met their gazes, smiled, and reminded, "The only reason I was leaving things to chance until now was to keep things fair regarding who would have my first child. Now that I have three buns in the oven, I have no reason not to bake more..."

Demonstrating her cute side, Misla raised her hand and tentatively asked, "Am I included in Goshujin-sama's breadmaking plans? It hasn't been long since I birthed Sairaorg, but I believe he would greatly appreciate having a younger sibling..."

Narrowing his eyes into a smoldering look, Vahn asserted, "As far as I'm concerned, you're already my woman. If you're willing to bear my child, I will gladly give you one. From then on, however, I plan to revert to leaving things to chance..."

"That is certainly the fairest course," affirmed Venelana, leaning back onto her elbows, her black and white kimono disappearing to reveal frilly black and white lingerie with crotchless panties. She might be pregnant, but she had absolutely no intention of abstaining from sex. Rather, as the growth and potential of Devil children were heavily influenced by the energy their mothers absorbed during pregnancy, Rias would invariably join them once she was finished helping Korra's parents get situated.

"Then I suppose the next intra-harem competition is seeing who can give birth to Vahn's heir..." hummed Grayfia, making her way over to Venelana and pushing her former Mistress down before giving her a deep, tongue-entangling kiss. She was secretly annoyed that Venelana had managed to become pregnant before her, but she was certain the child she and Vahn produced would differentiate itself as the representative and leader of his other children...

Seeing Grayfia and Venelana get started, Vahn felt an overwhelming urge to approach and slip his cock into Grayfia's visibly glistening pussy. Since Misla had crouched down in front of him, however, he reluctantly tore his eyes from the sight, caressed the brunette's head, and guided her to take his cock into her mouth and throat as she vigorously prepared her pussy, which was already leaking in anticipation of bearing the seed of a Dragon God...

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