Chapter 376: Persuasion
Though he couldn’t prevent his body from reacting due to the conflicts with his other bodies, Vahn did his best to appear and sound calm as he said, "Zenith...as much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I’m not trying to develop a habit of consorting with the wives of other men..."
"Paul and I have been functionally divorced for many months..." stated Zenith, staring back at Vahn and continuing to grind against him as she explained, "He believes we have been having sex ever since I joined the Church of Intertwining Fates. Soon, it will be six months since we shared a bed..."
"I see..." muttered Vahn, recalling from his knowledge of Mushoku Tensei that Paul and Zenith had a very active sex life before it was revealed that he had inadvertently impregnated Lilia. Afterward, both she and Lilia were considerably stricter with him, ensuring his libido didn’t get out of control from overexposure.
’This explains why most of his disorderly conduct has occurred in the past six months...’ noted Vahn, a slight frown marring his face, both as a result of his compunctions regarding the situation and the fact that his left hand moved of its own accord to grab Zenith’s left ass cheek and partly spread her pussy with his thumb—giving him a glimpse of the pink interior behind her white lace panties. This was one of the downsides to piloting multiple bodies at once. His body was so conditioned to intimacy that it responded naturally to stimulus.
"My heart is prepared, and I have yearned for this ever since I joined your congregation..." revealed Zenith, her face increasingly ruddy and her tone tinged with passion as she spread herself with both hands and added, "I was once forced to follow a false God and an oppressive religion polluted by politics and antiquated traditions. Now, it is my honor to pledge myself to the God who promotes freedom and opportunity for all..."
"I understand your position...and your argument is very persuasive..." said Vahn, his gaze fixed on Zenith’s crotch, her pussy nearly on full display as she spread it for his benefit. However, as she was technically still married to Paul, he, with a moderate amount of reluctance, added, "But until you and your husband are officially separated, I’m afraid I can’t do much more than marvel at the view..."
"Then, please...continue marveling for a while longer..." panted Zenith, her arousal very evident as she unequipped her panties and began tentatively touching herself. When Vahn didn’t order her to stop, her actions became increasingly bold, progressing to full-on fingering with her scattered fluids leaking onto his sizable bulge. It was apparent to Vahn that she was pent-up, so while he probably should have stopped her, he observed in silence until she eventually squirted violently, covering his crotch, abdomen, and even his chest before losing strength in her legs and sitting directly on his bulge and panting heavily...
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[January 25th DxD/September 17th DBT]
"Thank you for your consideration..." stated Zenith, hands folded over her lap as she offered a steep bow, her voluptuous body adorned in a skimpy Maid bikini. Following her and Vahn’s previous encounter, she immediately went to Paul, explained her desire to free him from the constraints of their marriage, and consequently divorced him. Now, fewer than two days later, she was interviewing for the position of First-Class Maid—going as far as to secure a uniform in advance.
"Can you tell me why you desire to become a First-Class Maid...?" asked Vahn, seated on a red-brown leather sofa with Zenith standing in front of him, her nearly naked body backlit by a crackling hearth.
Having long prepared her answer, Zenith’s smile broadened before she offered another courteous, closed-eyed bow and stated, "I believe that the Dragon’s Pavilion will be a force for good across countless worlds. I wish to aid in that endeavor, but more than that, I seek to improve myself. I previously believed that becoming a mother is what gave a woman’s life purpose, but I have since come to understand that I was too quick to give up on my dreams. I now want to become a mother that my son and future children can look up to...someone who inspires others as well as myself to be better than the circumstances we’re born into..."
"That’s definitely in line with the Pavilion’s views and values..." affirmed Vahn, nodding approvingly. He couldn’t help feeling at least a little sorry for Paul, but since it was ultimately the man’s failings that led his wife to leave him, Vahn had no reason to refuse Zenith’s appointment as a First-Class Maid.
Preempting Zenith’s response, Vahn commented, "I feel you could have handled the situation with your former husband better, but since that’s a matter of the past and personal life, I won’t press you on it. Welcome to the Dragon’s Pavilion, First-Class Maid Zenith Latreia."
Though her brain briefly stalled when she heard Vahn address her with her maiden name instead of Greyrat, Zenith recovered quickly, adopted a radiant smile, and offered yet another bow as she asserted, "It is both an honor and a pleasure to be of service."
"I have no doubt you’ll serve me well..." affirmed Vahn, already pitching a tent as Zenith had been giving off womanly pheromones from the moment she arrived. Her fair and especially pliant-looking thighs glistened against the backdrop of the hearth’s flame, so with the formalities out of the way, Zenith wasted no time in removing her panties manually and approaching Vahn.
"As often as my Master desires..." stated Zenith, linking her arms around Vahn’s neck and shoulders and nestling her immense and shapely breasts against the lower half of his face as he lined his cock up with the entrance of her drooling pussy. Zenith felt an overwhelming compulsion to drop her hips the moment she felt his piping hot glans probing her, but she steeled herself, waiting for Vahn’s permission or for him to take her.
"Go ahead...show me what you’ve got..." hummed Vahn, his expression a deep, appreciative smolder as he added, "The sooner you get me to cum, the more I’ll return the favor..."
"My pleasure..." responded Zenith, licking her lips before sucking them in and lowering her hips. Vahn’s size surprised her, but she didn’t stop even when it felt like her insides were tearing open. Healing Magic was one of her specialties, and her C-Rank Pain Tolerance and D-Rank Regeneration gave her a higher pain threshold than most warriors. Thus, even though a fair amount of blood mixed with the fluids leaking from her pussy, Zenith regarded it as proof of her devotion as she began twisting and rocking her hips vigorously the moment Vahn reached her innermost depths and gave her cervix a deep, forceful kiss.
’Looks like I have another zealot in my harem...’ noted Vahn, maintaining his appreciative smolder as he slid his hands along Zenith’s outer thighs, both to support and stimulate her. He was a little worried about how their relationship would affect or influence the transmigrated Rudeus’s growth, but he would address that after revealing the truth to Zenith. For now, his top priority was ensuring she felt vindicated by her decision, so as she got used to his size and steadily increased the intensity of her movements, he activated his Stalwart Adonis, cupped her soft and remarkably round ass, and began reciprocating with short, forceful thrusts that gradually altered her insides to accommodate him alone...
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At the same time that he was making love to Zenith for the first time, another Vahn was in the VIP lounge of the Prima Termina Racecourse, a place he found himself at with increasing frequency. He initially found it odd how fervent certain people got when it came to Umamusume racing. But after regularly attending races and observing how enthusiastically the Umas trained, he found himself growing increasingly invested in the sport and the Umas’ well-being.
’Even if they’re not official members, my harem has grown a great deal these past few months...’ mused Vahn, gently caressing the head of an elegant and mature beauty with long, predominantly chestnut-brown hair that framed her head with sleek curls and extended past the small of her back. Her bangs were a much darker shade of brown with a pronounced, off-white tuft that curved and hooked above her left eye like a combed-down ahoge. Her angular eyes were a distinct magenta, and periodically swishing above her exceptionally toned butt was a long, ponytail-like tail that matched the chestnut hue of most of her hair and the horse-like ears twitching atop her head.
Releasing Vahn’s cock from her mouth and throat, the mature beauty massaged the latter with her right hand, her voice calm, slightly husky, and full of authority as she asked, "If you don’t mind, may we proceed to the next phase? Though I am getting used to it, your size still strains my throat quite a bit."
"I’m most certainly not against it..." hummed Vahn, offering a cut nod that prompted the extraordinarily fit and curvaceous woman, Symboli Rudolph, to rise to her full height of 165cm. Even without flexing, a faint outline of a six-pack could be seen, and if she turned, her shoulders, back, and glutes would tighten and ripple with her movements. Despite this, she didn’t give the impression of being overly muscular. And with perfect, D-Cup breasts and an equally impeccable ass, she exuded power, femininity, and dignity in equal measure.
"Then, when you’re ready, please proceed..." said Symboli, bending over with her elbows tucked under her and her fists curling around her upper breasts as she supported herself atop a waist-high breeding mount. She insisted that this was the proper way for an Uma to couple, so while Vahn found it a little odd, he made sure not to move too quickly as he lined his cock up with Symboli’s entrance and slid forward with surprising ease. As a thoroughbred Uma, her insides were exceptionally accommodating, and due to her intense training, she could clench like a vice, causing her tail to brush against him if he didn’t stop it.
"I see that you’ve gotten accustomed to this..." sighed Symboli, her voice tinged with heat as she dutifully tensed her insides in concert with Vahn’s forceful thrusts.
"While it didn’t particularly hurt, I only need to get kicked across the room once to learn my lesson..." joked Vahn, steadily increasing his pace until a prominent ripple could be seen through Symboli’s body—the sound of his hips smacking against her resilient ass reverberating loudly. From then on, she became completely silent, her eyes closed and her expression a mask of calm as she did everything in her power not to cry out.
Understanding from past experiences that Symboli wouldn’t be able to relax until he had cum at least once, Vahn didn’t delay for too long before sinking his cock deep inside her and filling her womb with enough semen to make her lower abdomen faintly bulge.
Exhaling the breath she had been holding, Symboli took a few seconds to recover before tensing her insides as she joked, "I thank you, once again, for your substantial contributions..."
"Venelana is your patron..." reminded Vahn, resuming a slow and steady piston as he teased, "I’m just a lucky fool, privileged to play the part of a stallion..."
"You’re certainly hung like one..." quipped Symboli, resuming her closed-eye breeding posture, this time allowing faint moans to emanate from her throat as Vahn gradually picked up the pace. It was almost up to fate if an Uma got pregnant, but she, alongside quite a few other retired Umas, was determined to bear Vahn’s child. He and the Dragon’s Pavilion had made it possible for their juniors to race without fear of being injured, and for that, every Uma owed him a debt she felt personally obligated to help repay as often as their schedules permitted...
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