Boundaries

[Seven Hours Later]

"Sheesh, I had heard the rumors, but you're a genuine beast. I thought we would never stop..." commented Lilith, using a large test tube to try and take a sample of Vahn's semen, pushed out of her by pressing down on her abdomen with her left hand.

"What are you planning to do with that...?" asked Vahn, observing Lilith, seated atop a bath stool, from within the bubbling lounge bath that had left a favorable impression on Carla.

"It might be your genetic material, but as far as I'm concerned, it became mine the moment you carelessly inflated my womb to the point it felt like I was going to burst," argued Lilith, holding the test tube up to the light and inspecting it with her right eye closed.

"That's fine," affirmed Vahn. "But, as I told Atlas, it will dissolve to nothing within twenty-four hours. If you're going to conduct any tests on it, you'll need to do so before then."

Blinking in surprise and staring at Vahn as if he had just revealed he was a woman, Lilith asked, "Wait, you and Atlas had sex? Your preferences are a lot broader than I realized..."

"We didn't..." responded Vahn, his expression and tone briefly flattening before he clarified, "I allowed her to biopsy my tissues and provided her samples of my blood, marrow, and cerebrospinal fluid. She did her best to analyze them, but it went about as well as I expected."

"What the hell...?" asked Lilith, looking more than a little annoyed as she pointed out, "When I previously asked you to assist with my experiments, you refused over and over. What, just because Atlas adopts the guise of a child, she gets special treatment? And here I am letting you fuck me like a breeding mount just for a chance to have you cooperate..."

"If I remember correctly, and I always do, my answer was that I would consider assisting with your experiments," corrected Vahn. "Leveraging your body was something you did of your own accord."

Replaying her previous encounter with Vahn like a recorded video in her mind, Lilith quickly realized he was correct. He had never outright refused to assist with her experiments. And before they parted ways, she was the one to solicit him, citing that she was curious about sex and was willing to let him break her in.

Refusing to acknowledge she had misinterpreted Vahn's response, Lilith crossed her arms under her round and full breasts, snorted, rolled her red eyes, and asserted, "Whatever. From now on, you owe me as much time in the lab as we spend together like this. And I expect special treatment and priority access to the Dragon Pavilion's resources. You mentioned that if I got involved with you, I should expect to stay involved. Well, if you want to lock my bodacious body down for your exclusive use, special treatment is the least you can offer in return."

"I'm not the biggest fan of transactional relationships, but I can agree to those terms," confirmed Vahn, nodding. It would be hypocritical for him to refuse Lilith's terms when he had accepted Hisui's and many others, so as long as she didn't cross any of his bottom lines, he would dutifully support her research.

"Awesome!" exclaimed Lilith, pumping her right fist and cupping her bicep with her left hand. Then, rising to her feet and standing with her hands on her hips, she boldly declared, "Then our first collaborative experiment will be putting that twenty-four-hour assertion of yours to the test. I'll need to monitor you for at least that long. By my internal chronometer, that means we have at least sixteen hours, forty-three minutes, and nineteen seconds to account for."

Trying to match Lilith's energy, Vahn smiled and said, "Then come and park that perky butt of yours atop my lap. There are other ways we can spend time, but if you want to continue, you'll find I'm more than willing and able..."

"Yeah, I've noticed..." quipped Lilith, approaching and climbing into the bath before turning her back to Vahn and sticking out her butt. When he invited her to sit down, his intention was for them to make out. But if she wanted to take things further, he had no reason to refuse, prompting him to stand at attention and guide her to sit flush against him with his penis nestled inside her. From there, she surprised him quite a bit by being the one to turn her upper body toward him and seek his lips, stating, "Here's to a long and healthy collaboration..." before sticking her tongue into his mouth like she was trying to dominate his...

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After sending Lilith back with the promise that he would meet with her after the festival and help set up a time dilation barrier in her lab, Vahn decided to ease out of his libidinous streak by spending the remaining time until the event helping look after the children and spending some quality time with Lupheria, Lastia, and Rihoko. The latter was still doing everything she could to hook him up with her mother, so on the evening before the festival, Vahn found himself seated next to Masane on a two-person sofa in a darkened theater as a movie called Mary and the Witch's Flower played to an audience of mostly children.

"All the characters in this movie have such interesting accents..." noted Masane, doing her best to act casually as she leaned into Vahn with her right shoulder. Fortunately, for the sake of everyone's enjoyment, each of the theater's sofas was fitted with obfuscation and soundproofing Magic, so her voice didn't carry beyond the sofa's confines.

"I believe the accent is called Received Pronunciation, a variation of the Queen's English spoken by the Queen of England," stated Vahn, his eyes lowering to Masane's right hand as she tentatively placed and slowly slid it along his left thigh.

"Wow...I had no idea..." muttered Masane, turning her hand to slip her fingers into Vahn's inner thigh as she added, "You're really smart, Vahn..." in a faint, heated tone. At the same time, the blood-red, eye-like gem on the back of her Witchblade wristlet glistened, giving Vahn the impression that the consciousness sealed within was observing him.

"Let's calm down..." said Vahn, gliding his hand along the underside of Masane's forearm before linking his fingers through hers to prevent them from roving. In the process, the Witchblade produced razor-sharp spines that attempted to slice through his wrist, but as impressive as the sapient weapon was back in her world, it couldn't pierce the thin layer of dragon scales protecting his wrist.

"How much longer will you have me wait? Or do you want me to beg for it...?" asked Masane, exhaling steamy condensation as the temperature of her body rapidly increased. Before she could start transforming, however, Vahn rested his left temple against her forehead and muttered, "Don't let it control you, Masane..." while utilizing Wounds Transfer to ameliorate her condition.

"Ah..."

Realizing she had been allowing the Witchblade to amplify her emotions, particularly her feelings of arousal, Masane promptly ceased leaning into Vahn and sat straighter. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and shame, but when she noticed that Vahn was still supporitvely holding her hand, her inner voice squealed excitedly.

"Now, let's watch the movie..." said Vahn, his voice faint and soothing as he adopted a soft smile and caressed Masane's hand with his thumb. The Witchblade reacted by sending a silvery stake through his wrist, but Vahn allowed it to pass through, producing a faint golden glow around the entry and exit wounds as he converted his body to purifying light using Kizaru's Glint Glint Fruit. The Witchblade was super effective against creatures of light, particularly Angels, but it was similarly weak against them. Thus, as a loud hiss pricked Vahn's and Masane's ears, the Witchblade retracted its blade like a child who had inadvertantly touched a hot stove.

"I don't think Witch-kun likes you very much..." remarked Masane, smiling awkwardly and scratching her left cheek with her left index finger.

"I don't mind, so long as it behaves with other people," responded Vahn, touching the blood-red eye of the Witchblade with his right middle finger, causing a silver eyelid to close over it. What Masane didn't know was that the main reason the Witchblade loathed him was that he refused to allow her to be broken. As Azazel put it, the spirit dwelling within was a sadistic chauvinist, so it took pride in its ability to inundate and ultimately break its wielders with pleasure. Now that it was being forced to behave, it was like a temperamental teenager going through a rebellious period.

Fortunately for those around Masane, the Witchblade was smart enough to understand that if it didn't behave, the Dragon's Pavilion was more than capable of removing it from her body and annihilating it. They had proven this by removing a tiny piece of its previously indestructible core, so while it had a predilection for lashing out at Vahn or assailing Masane with wet, often violent dreams of slicing him to pieces and showering in his blood, it generally remained dormant around others.

"Hey, Vahn..." muttered Masane, having fallen silent until the movie was nearly over.

"Did you have a question...?" asked Vahn, turning his head to find Masane staring at him with an earnest, longing expression as she revealed, "What I said before...Witch-kun isn't entirely at fault. I really would like to spend more time with you...and even if it's only once or twice every other month, I have needs..."

'That look in her eyes...she's serious...' noted Vahn, gazing into the depths of Masane's glossy brown eyes. Unlike the other times she propositioned him, she wasn't trying to be playful or flirtatious. Instead, there was a hint of desperation in her gaze, the byproduct of a barely suppressed yearning she couldn't appease alone...

"I understand..." affirmed Vahn, his voice low, understanding as he offered a slow, eye-closing nod. He still felt it was too early for him and Masane to have the kind of relationship she yearned for, but they could start building toward it. With such thoughts in mind, he adopted a faint smile, squeezed Masane's hand, and leaned closer to her to state, "I'll come by your room this evening. But don't get your hopes up. I intend to give you a massage, nothing more..."

"That's a good place to start..." muttered Masane, her eyes gaining a hint of gold as she leaned into Vahn, raised her chin, and parted her lips with a notably inviting expression. Vahn hesitated at first, but since the massage he had in mind was far more intimate, he ultimately met her the rest of the way. Her saliva had a metallic taste to it due to the silvery piercing at the center of her tongue, but he didn't particularly mind as they spent the last moments of the movie engaged in a kiss...

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"I've never had a massage before..." muttered Masane, wearing a white bikini that looked like it was seconds away from bursting apart as she lay down on the special bed Vahn had produced from his Inventory. He would ordinarily use a proper massage table, but since he was there to alleviate Masane's pent-up frustration, he had her lie atop a light-formed bed that conformed to the contours of a person's body, giving the feeling of being weightless and allowing them to breathe even with their face buried in the mattres's surface.

"Even if you had, this will be a unique experience," stated Vahn, his voice low and calm, exuding equal parts professionalism and sensuality as he positioned himself on the backs of Masane's remarkably pliant thighs and emitted a warm, fragrant-smelling oil from his palms. Then, with his bulge periodically grazing Masane's voluminous butt, he spent the better part of two hours massaging every bit of tension out of her body, leaving her in a sweaty, insensible heap after climaxing more than a hundred times. There was a moment when a scythe-like blade protruded from between her butt cheeks, ostensibly trying to castrate him, but with a body formed from oil, courtesy of the Logia-Type Devil Fruit, the Oil Oil Fruit, all it accomplished was giving itself an oily sheen...

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