Advantage

[October 22nd DxD/June 15th DBT]

After word circulated that he was effectively willing to knock up anyone prepared to bear his child, Vahn felt exceedingly blessed and, admittedly, a little overwhelmed when nearly every member of his harem came forth in pursuit of his seed. Two notable but expected exceptions were Akeno and Tsubaki, who, as Queens, considered it their duty to support Rias and Sona throughout their pregnancies. Nami, Yoruichi, and Bulma were firmly against the notion, at least for the time being, but Yasaka, Ravel, Koneko, Xenovia, Asia, Roxanne, Robin, and, most surprisingly, Erza and Jack-O were rather keen on the idea, citing it would be an interesting experience.

As it wouldn't be particularly wise for each of them to get pregnant at the same time, the girls decided amongst themselves the order and spacing of their pregnancies, based largely on age and seniority within the harem. Vahn had no issue leaving such decisions to them, but he was surprised and somewhat taken aback when Grayfia presented the tentative list with several additional names attached.

"There are some pretty high profile names on here..." remarked Vahn, his brows perked as he double and then triple-checked the list, reading out, "Serafall Leviathan, Seraph Gabriel, Seekvaira of House Agares, Brynhildr and Rossweisse of the Valkyries...just to name a few..."

"Goshujin-sama is quite popular, after all~" hummed Grayfia, sporting one of the skimpier versions of her Maid outfit as she stood before Vahn with her hands folded atop her abdomen rather than her lap, ensuring his view of her wet pussy and glistening thighs wouldn't be obstructed. Were it not for the fact Koneko was presently nuzzling and grooming his dick with her rough tongue, she would be seated atop it.

"Mmn...I'm okay with Serafall and Seekvaira since we have a preexisting relationship, but Gabriel, Brynhildr, and Rossweisse hold critical positions within their respective factions. Unless they're prepared to relocate here, I feel any children we have would just be used as leverage..." stated Vahn, shifting his right hand from caressing Koneko's pleasantly smooth bottom to gently probing her tight and startlingly hot pussy with his middle finger as he appended, "As for the rest...I'm not looking to become the father of a new generation of 72 Pillars..."

Feeling agitated by Vahn's actions, Koneko lowered her head and nose to the base of his cock and swayed her butt from side to side, her Nekoshu tail swaying and flicking enthusiastically. She had been in heat ever since she learned she could become pregnant whenever she pleased, but since she had a tendency to cry out during sex, she was waiting for Grayfia and Vahn to finish speaking before they commenced breeding.

"That's perfectly reasonable..." affirmed Grayfia, taking a moment to close her eyes and offer a slight bow. Then, feeling just as eager as Koneko, she turned around and bent over slightly, providing an unobstructed view that prompted Vahn's aquamarine eyes to flash before he had her seat herself atop one of his proliferated cocks, enjoying the heat and greedy quivering of her pussy as he began his third, very deliberate breeding session of the day...

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[October 23rd DxD/June 16th DBT]

Waiting for Vahn at his usual spot, Sairaorg slid down from his boulder, a wry smile adorning his face as he remarked, "I heard from my mother and through the grapevine about the recent changes that have occurred in the upper floors. I suppose I should expect a younger half-brother or sister in the next year or so?"

"Almost assuredly," responded Vahn, nodding. He also felt awkward, but as he had made his decision and didn't regret it, he did his best to appear calm and dignified.

"Then I look forward to meeting them," affirmed Sairaorg, offering a nod of his own before his expression became serious, followed by his adding, "But you should know that my father, Lord Bael, won't stay quiet. He may have sent my mother and me to live in shame, away from the main house, but that is proof of his pride as the founder of the Anti-Satan Faction and the leader of the highest-ranking Clan of the original 72 Pillars. He is also the head of the Great King Faction, the most influential political coalition in the Underworld, possessing authority on par with, if not exceeding, that of the Four Great Satans. If he and the other aristocratic families choose to make a fuss, it could place the Ducal House of Gremory, the Principality of Sitri, and the Marquisdom of Phenex in a difficult position."

"I'm aware," affirmed Vahn, revealing, "It was a subject discussed during one of the Dragon's Pavilion's board meetings, but it wasn't considered a high-priority matter."

Seeing Sairaorg blink in surprise and raise his right brow, Vahn smiled and explained, "While it is true your father and the Great King Faction possess great influence, they ultimately represent about a third of the Underworld, which, in and of itself, represents only a third of the Tripartite Alliance, a coalition which, in the absence of the God of the Bible, is nearly rivaled by the Myriad Gods Assembly. The Dragon's Pavilion may be a newly formed group, but we are endorsed by the Tripartite Alliance and its affiliates and have access to functionally infinite worlds and resources. We possess the means to relocate the entire population of the territories you mentioned to their own resource-rich planets. Considering that, what leverage does the Great King Faction possess?"

With his brows raised nearly as high as they could go, Sairaorg exhaled a scoffing chuckle and remarked, "When you put it like that, the politics and power struggles of our world sound like the barking of dogs fighting over scraps."

"To be fair, most conflicts outside of friendly competition or rivalries are meaningless outside of serving one or more groups' interests," contended Vahn. "Lord Bael and groups like the Great King Faction are entrenched in an antiquated way of thinking, which is why they regard blood and status over merit. Any reasonable person or group would place the most suitable person in charge, but since that might jeopardize their perceived status or power, they would rather install patsies into positions of power to ensure they can be removed and replaced if things go awry."

"You're preaching to the choir there, friend," remarked Sairaorg, referring to the fact he was the undisputed strongest among the young Devils, but because he hadn't been born with an abundance of Demonic Power or the Bael Clan's trumpeted Power of Destruction, he and his mother had been exiled. He was already stronger than his father and most other Devils, but even with the vaunted blood of two extremely High-Ranking Pureblooded Devil aristocrats flowing through his veins, including the blood of the head of the Great King Faction, he was regarded as trash completely arbitrarily, underscoring that it wasn't a person's blood that held significance but the perception of those interpreting its worth.

Following an affirming nod, Vahn confidently asserted, "Regardless of what happens, I will protect your mother from whatever hardships the Bael Clan or anyone else endeavors to throw her way. And if you grow weary of dealing with the inanity of Underworld politics, know that you and your ilk are always welcome within the palace. And if you would like to try starting anew by setting boots on an uninhabited planet, I believe you would make an exceptional leader."

"That's a very tempting offer..." admitted Sairaorg, massaging his chin in thought. His current goal was to reclaim his status as heir of the Bael Clan so he could eventually bring about much-needed reforms, but rather than breaking down and rebuilding a system that was thoroughly rotted to the core, it may be better to start anew, in a world far removed from such, as Vahn put it, inanity...

"You don't have to think on it that much," stated Vahn, shaking his head and smiling as he expressed, "It's enough to keep it in the back of your mind as a possibility so you never feel as though you're backed against a wall with no way out. You wouldn't have set upon your current path if you didn't believe there was merit in doing so, so you should see it through to its natural conclusion."

"And so I shall," affirmed Sairaorg, nodding affirmingly and adopting a broad, appreciative smile as he asked, "Now, shall we proceed with our daily sparring? After our chat, I'm feeling particularly eager to move my body and cut loose."

"Sounds good," responded Vahn, punctuating his words by employing the power of the Pika Pika no Mi to launch a scythe-like, near-lightspeed kick as Sairaorg's right side. He easily reacted with a backhanded hammer fist, producing a powerful shockwave, and with that, another of their six-hour sparring sessions began...

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[October 25th DxD/June 18th DBT]

"I'll admit, I had my reservations at first, but the Intertwining Dragon's Palace is a truly spectacular place," hummed Tenzin, seated at a dinner table with his wife, Vahn, Korra, and her parents. To bring them around to his side, Vahn had given each of them a key to a fully customizable suite where the flow of time could be accelerated with the simple turning of a dial. As such, Tenzin and his wife, Pema, who typically got very little rest due to the former's responsibility as a Councilman and the latter being a mother to four young children, were able to hop over and get a full night of undisturbed sleep and some much-needed privacy with literal seconds passing back in their world.

"And the food is simply incredible~" appended Pema, looking ten years younger without a single streak of grey in her hair thanks to the nutrient-rich and beautifying crops of the Black Tower.

"The tea leaves I was gifted by Lady Venelana have done wonders for the elderly back at the South Pole," commented Senna, Tonraq's wife and Korra's mother. When he heard this, Tonraq closed his eyes and exhaled from his nose, but after experiencing the Dragon's Pavilion's hospitality and even traveling to a handful of worlds at his request, including one where grand ships traversed the sky and even beyond, he understood why Korra had chosen to become an Ascendee. Were he twenty years younger and just recently banished from the Northern Water Tribe, he too would have liked to see, experience, and make his mark in other worlds...

"As far as I'm concerned, everyone here is now my family," stated Vahn, sporting an earnest smile as he expressed, "If there is ever anything I or the Dragon's Pavilion can do to aid or make your lives more comfortable, you need only to ask. I may not be able to pluck the stars out of the sky on demand, but there are few limits to our hospitality."

Joining the conversation after spending nearly the entire dinner in silence, Tonraq asked, "Your and my daughter's children...will you insist on raising them here, or will they be permitted to grow amongst their people?"

"Seriously...?" groaned Korra, furrowing her brows and puffing her cheeks temperamentaly.

Nodding, Vahn calmly affirmed, "I understand the importance of culture and an understanding of one's roots. I would prefer to have our children sleep here, but if you and your wife are willing to take care of them during the day, I believe they would benefit from having a strong bond with their grandparents and people."

"Mmn...I see..." responded Tonraq, closing his eyes and crossing his arms, ostensibly in deep consideration. Korra was tempted to launch a potato at him using one of her chopsticks, but she promptly restrained herself when Vahn glanced at her with an affectionate and patient smile.

Leaving Vahn at a brief loss, Tonraq rather abruptly opened his eyes and asked, "Your and Korra's wedding...will you be hosting it in the South Pole or here, within the palace? It would probably be better to keep your union a secret from others, so while it pains me, we can arrange to have a small but trusted group make the trip here."

As it would have been awkward to admit they hadn't made any plans for their nuptials, Vahn offered a curt nod and responded, "If you would like to host it according to your customs, my people can arrange a venue that no one outside of those chosen to attend would know about. We will also provide security."

Hearing Vahn casually making plans for their wedding, Korra sat up and tensed like a deer in headlights, her face flushing to the tips of her ears. She hadn't expected them to marry for many years, if ever, so with a date set for the upcoming Glacier Spirits Festival, she couldn't help but feel as though the pacing of her life were increasing by the moment...

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