Presentation
With Vahn rising into the sky for a better vantage, Marco, a round-faced man with a hairstyle reminiscent of a pineapple, ascended after him with blue and yellow wings in place of his arms and tail feathers reminiscent of a phoenix.
"Pardon me, Your Majesty...!" exclaimed Marco, regaining ordinary limbs and spinning acrobatically through the air to drop a kick onto Vahn's left forearm, his foot resembling that of a bird wreathed in the same blue and yellow flames as his former wings.
"Everyone's trying to kick me today..." remarked Vahn, causing a bead of sweat to form on the right side of Marco's face as, despite putting his full weight and power behind the attack, the former's arm barely budged two millimeters.
"Lightning Dragon's Roar...!"
Before Vahn could decide if or how he wanted to punish Marco's attempt to blitz him, Laxus unleashed a wide, pillar-like laser of highly condensed Lightning-Elemental Energy empowered by Dragon Force. Vahn was able to block it fairly easily with his wings, but since he wasn't utilizing his Aura of Karmic Protection, he found himself pushed back several meters.
'He is an S-Class Mage, after all...' Vahn mused. This placed Laxus on par with Mid-Ranking Devils that had just been promoted to High-Rank based on merit, but as he was gradually closing the distance between himself and Sairaorg, nothing short of a peak High-Ranking Devil could penetrate his defenses.
"Giga Dragon Shot...!"
Just as Vahn was wondering who among the rapidly spreading group, besides Sairaorg, he had to worry about, Issei, modeling his red, mech-like, dragon-themed Balance Breaker armor, assailed him with a crimson laser wide enough to fill his vision.
'This had got to be the effect of my Title...' concluded Vahn, closing and encasing himself in his wings like a cacoon, several of his outer feathers disintegrating as he was pushed back several hundred meters by Issei's mountain-piercing beam attack. As for the Title he was referencing, it was Object of Envy, which passively provoked those who felt envy or jealousy toward him during combat.
Unfurling his wings after Issei's attack abated, Vahn barely had time to register his surroundings before the former appeared before him, already throwing a punch.
'How is he already this fast...?' Vahn wondered, his mind filling with a frigid sensation as he narrowly shifted to evade Issei's attack, transitioning into a snapping spin that allowed him to backhand the armored youth with his wings, producing a whip-like crack and a visible shockwave.
"Nice! But it'll take more than that to knock me out of the sky..!" shouted Issei, quickly recovering, accompanied by Ddraig shouting the word that haunted the dreams of his surviving opponent...
"BOOST...!"
With Issei's power and speed nearly doubling, Vahn briefly lost his vision as the former landed a meteoric right punch to the center of his face and sent him flying further into the sky, causing the clouds he passed through to disperse.
'Remember...you also have cheat-like abilities...' Vahn reminded himself, his icy expression contrasting his thoughts. A split second later, Issei was right in front of him, his velocity reaching several hundred times the speed of sound as he twisted his body and attempted to bifurcate him with the long, segmented, blade-like tail that protruded from the center of his back rather than the base.
Catching Issei by surprise, Vahn's body was bifurcated, but the space his tail passed through resembled a golden hologram. At the same time, Vahn thrust his luminous right hand forward like a spear, piercing clean through Issei's chest armor and the brown-haired youth's chest up to his wrist.
Demonstrating impressive resilience, Issei grabbed Vahn's forearm with his hands, squeezing it tight enough to violently splinter the bones within as he asked, "Was that the power of the Pika Pika no Mi...?"
"You're not the only one who has gotten stronger," responded Vahn, his hand and forearm emitting blinding golden light that burned Issei from the inside before erupting from his back in the form of a long, luminous blade. Then, knowing that Issei would respawn, Vahn mended his broken bones and raised his hand at near-lightspeed, producing what appeared to be a solid wall of golden light but was actually his light-formed blade, slicing Issei from chest to crown before he had another chance to trigger Ddraig's power...
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'I always knew he was holding back, but not to this extent...' thought Sairaorg, holding a member of the Whitebeard Pirates by their collar as he, alongside many of the others brawling, looked up at the dozens of fiery, golden, building, and even skyscraper-sized meteors about to rain down on them from above.
"Ha! Who do you think you are, Akainu...!?" shouted Whitebeard, taking the initiative to slam the back of his left fist at the approaching meteors, creating glistening white cracks that spread nearly ten meters in random directions. The meteors along the periphery were unaffected, but four of those near the center of the formation flattened like cans being crushed before splintering into countless pieces of shrapnel.
"Alright, Regulus! Let's show him what we can do...!" shouted Sairaorg, prompting a lion-masked youth with spiky, dark orange hair and golden eyes to rush toward him before abruptly scatting into golden streams that impacted his King's body and took the form of shiny golden armor with the visage of an open-mouthed lion on the chest. From the helmet around his head, a prominent mane of orange, gold-tinted hair exploded from the back as his aura increased to rival that of an Ultimate-Class Devil.
Finished with his transformation, Sairaorg beamed and took to the sky like a rocket, veiled in fiery golden Touki. The meteor directly in his path burst apart and fragmented into countless pieces as he pierced through it like a beam of golden light, but it was just the first as he smashed through each of the meteors in turn, moving with such speed that he left behind a brief, unbroken pattern of golden light that zig-zagged through the sky.
"No offense, but your father and the Bael Clan must be filled with fools..." remarked Vahn, materializing from a brief flash of golden light near where Sairaorg stopped and gazed back at the scene of destruction, presumably to admire his handiwork.
"I won't argue with you on that," responded Sairaorg, shrugging casually before staring back at Vahn with a broad, battle-hungry smile and asking, "So, what now? Do you want to go all out or leave it a mystery which of us is stronger...?"
Shaking his head, Vahn calmly professed, "In terms of raw speed, power, and durability, you're far beyond me as I am. My singular advantage is my Authority, and if I employed that, there isn't much you can do. Not without advancing from an Ascendee to a Transcendee, at least..."
"In other words, I'll need to overcome the Trial of the 50th Floor if I want to experience your true power..." determined Sairaorg, holding up his right fist and beaming confidently as he affirmed, "Look forward to it. Because I won't abandon my pursuit even after I've become strong enough to rival and even surpass you, Ophis, and The Great Red..."
"Sounds like fun," responded Vahn, extending his right fist, the skin of his knuckles flaking away and his hand bursting into golden flames as a result of Sairaorg's Touki. Despite this, he maintained a poised, friendly smile as he and the golden, lion-like man customarily bumped fists...
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"Thank you...my Lord..." moaned Misla, her body trembling with intense pleasure from the tips of her toes to the top of her head as Vahn released a tremendous quantity of semen into the deepest regions of her pussy as she lay on her stomach, clinging to a thick pillow and propping herself with her forearms to prevent her breasts from being squished painfully beneath her.
"I'm expecting a child just as extraordinary as Sairaorg..." whispered Vahn, lying on top of Misla with his body veiling hers like a blanket. In response to his words, spoken directly into her left ear, a powerful tremor resonated from Misla's core, causing her to tremble and close her eyes tightly as the walls of her pussy contracted like a greedy vice.
"Good girl..." whispered Vahn, kissing Misla's cheek before shifting back without his penis leaving her pussy, allowing him to draw her back into a top-down, booty-up posture. Breeding Devils took a concerted effort, so it was currently just him, Misla, and as much time as they needed to make sure she was pregnant. Fortunately for her, even pregnancy tests used by Devils required a minimum of ten days to reflect positively, so she was set to receive a lot of love before the long night concluded...
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[October 29th DxD/June 22nd DBT]
"I presume you had a pleasant time~" hummed Venelana, appearing with Grayfia after Vahn called for them. As for the reason for her remark, it was Misla, snuggling up to Vahn with the dazed and contented expression of a maiden in love as they sat together at the head of his bed.
"Someone's womb decided to be mischievous by refusing to ovulate, so it took thirty-five days..." revealed Vahn, prompting the smile on Misla's face to broaden as she closed her eyes and playfully contended, "If it affords me more of Goshujin-sama's ardent care and attention, I'll be as naughty and as mischievous as permitted..."
"As long as you're a proper lady before our children..." muttered Vahn, kissing the top of Misla's head before directing his gaze to Venelana and stating, "I will entrust Misla to your care. Also, please clear my schedule between now and the beginning of the next Tower cycle. I'm in a bit of an indulgent and lazy mood, so I'm going to take it slow and play things out at a comparably normal speed..."
"Understood," responded Venelana, closing her eyes and offering a slight bow before departing shortly with Misla. In their wake, Grayfia didn't need to ask to understand why Vahn hadn't given her a task, a narrow-eyed smile adorning her face as she modeled for him a variety of panty, hose, and stocking combinations before making herself comfortable atop his face...
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"You might be relieved to hear that I punished Issei thoroughly for what he did back in the world of To Love Ru..." revealed Rias, caressing Vahn's smooth and silky hair as he borrowed her lap as a pillow and pressed his forehead to her stomach. She was surprised when he suddenly invited her out for a picnic, and now that they were seated at the base of a large tree amidst a seemingly endless field of flowers, she wished she could freeze the moment and preserve it eternally.
"How thoroughly...?" asked Vahn, mostly as a courtesy, as the only things that mattered to him at that exact moment were Rias and the life she had burgeoning in her womb.
"I had him placed in a wooden pillory that seals Demonic Power and had Kiba give his bottom ten thousand smacks with a studded metal paddle..." revealed Rias, adding, "But if you believe that is insufficient..."
"That's fine for now..." responded Vahn, reiterating what he had said to Issei, muttering, "I can't condemn him for engaging in the act of incest when I'm involved with you and your mother, and since the laws of that world are uncharacteristically lax, he isn't guilty of any crimes. I told him that as long as he restricts his behavior to the setting of To Love Ru and doesn't use this leeway as an excuse to expand his strike zone, it will be regarded as a one-off exception..."
"Then I will refrain from punishing him further until his next inevitable lapse in judgment..." sighed Rias. She used to find Issei's antics cute, but now that she was expecting her first child and had the burden of acting as de facto President and Chairwoman of the Dragon's Pavilion, she had hopes that he would mature quickly and not cause further trouble for her and Vahn...
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