[April 30th DxD/December 21st DBT]
After another paradoxically long yet short, passion-filled evening, Vahn awoke concurrently in eleven separate locations. His pri self had spent the evening with Roxanne, Ryza, and Miu, so he was unsurprised to find a head of chestnut brown hair bobbing vigorously up and down on his cock the mont he regained awareness. Ryza never failed to rouse him with a morning blowjob when they slept together. And as she busied herself with that, Roxanne and Miu imdiately snuggled up to and clung to him, their warm, soft, and voluptuous bodies deforming against his comparably firm physique as they took turns invading his mouth with their slimy, dexterous tongues.
Waiting until Miu separated from Vahn’s lips, Roxanne sensually humd, "Good morning, Master..." before affectionately licking the scruff along his left ear.
"This is undoubtedly one of my favorite ways to start the day..." affird Vahn, adopting his characteristic smolder as he gave both won’s round and malleable asses a firm squeeze.
"Mmngh...and what do you have planned for the day itself...?" asked Miu, her cheeks flushing and her body beginning to perspire as Vahn’s middle and ring fingers invariably found their way to the inside of her already wet pussy.
"This version of is typically inundated with etings and interviews," answered Vahn, skillfully stirring both won’s pussies as he revealed, "After my usual bathti socialization, I have an early-morning council eting and three requests for audiences. Following those, I’m planning to spend ti with my kids until dinnerti."
"Do you think you could maybe co by my world and spend so ti with Kiyomi...?" asked Miu, caught between feeling aroused and guilty as she knew how busy Vahn was. Directly asking him to spend ti with her felt like she was shortening his ti with others.
"We’ll now be spending the whole day together..." affird Vahn, leaning in to silence Miu’s response with a kiss. Witnessing this caused Roxanne to lant her decision to abstain from having kids until the most pressing issues in her world had been resolved, but it was Ryza who, after raising her head from Vahn’s cock with an audible pop, exasperatedly remarked, "Speaking of kids, my mom, in particular, has been asking when I plan to introduce her to her grandchildren..."
"Well, you know I’m more than willing and able..." replied Vahn, separating from Miu’s lips to et Ryza’s slightly pouty gaze. She enjoyed exploring, imrsing herself in her alchemical research, and traveling around to help people. She wasn’t against having kids. In fact, much like Miu, she wanted to have a big, lively family. There were just too many things she wanted to see, experience, and discover before she settled down and put her all into motherhood.
Fortunately for Ryza, Vahn noticed her apprehension, his smile softening as he supplanted, "But we have all the ti in the world for such things. For now, how about inviting over for dinner? It’s been a while since I last spoke with your mother and father..."
"I knew you would understand..." humd Ryza, narrowing her eyes and beaming sensually like a Succubus as she crawled forward and promptly pinned Vahn’s cock to his belly with her soft, succulent, piping hot vulva. Since it was generally agreed that won who spent the night with Vahn wouldn’t keep him too long the following morning, however, she didn’t put it inside. Instead, she swiftly and skillfully undulated her hips, prompting Roxanne and Miu to form a protective shield with their hands to prevent Vahn from giving himself a facial as they resud taking turns making out with him...
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Following his morning routine, Vahn further split himself into two, allowing him to accompany Miu to her world while his newly ford self saw to his prior commitnts.
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Hearing the door to his luxurious and well-lit study open without a knock, Vahn shifted his attention from his Chat interface to the room’s entrance, where Paul Greyrat, looking older and more serious than the last ti he had seen him, stepped into the room.
Exhaling faintly from his nose, Vahn remained seated as he remarked, "I would rise and greet you, but I don’t imagine you feel welco here after everything that’s happened..."
"Do you mind if I speak freely...?" asked Paul, sporting a scraggly, uneven beard and green eyes filled with equal parts resentnt and self-loathing.
"Please, feel free..." responded Vahn, offering a slow, deliberate nod while holding Paul’s piercing gaze. He could sense a strong desire from the man to kill him where he sat, but it was suppressed beneath what remained of his restraint and sense of accountability.
Raising his right fist and clenching it tightly, Paul flatly revealed, "I wish I could leap across this table and beat your face in until your front t with the back of your skull..."
"If your present predicant weren’t the consequence of your actions, I might have allowed it," countered Vahn, his casual riposte causing Paul’s jawline to tighten before he took a seat in the comfortable chair prepared for him.
"I know Zenith left because I didn’t value our marriage as much as I should have..." began Paul, hanging his head slightly and clenching his hands into fists before raising his gaze to et Vahn’s with a glower as he appended, "But, while we may not have been the best of friends, we were n who had shared drinks. You could have at least warned and given a chance to fight for her..."
Though he was tempted to ask what was stopping Paul from fighting for Zenith at that mont, Vahn waited patiently for the man to continue, the forr’s eyes moistening as he hung his head in sha and conceded, "I really ssed up..." in an uncharacteristically somber tone.
"Unfortunately, there’s little I can do to rewrite events that have already transpired..." expressed Vahn, leaning back in his chair and exhaling from his nose before remarking, "In the end, Zenith ultimately left you for your sake. She believed you were being limited by fetters she had forced upon you one-sidedly. Now, as heartbreaking as what you’re going through is, you’re free to travel and associate with won to your heart’s content..."
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Hearing Vahn’s calmly spoken words, Paul’s anger and self-loathing grew in equal asure. He wanted to accuse Vahn of ruining his life, but the simple fact of the matter was that his becoming an Ascendee had just rekindled impulses and emotions he had been fighting to keep at bay. No one had forced him to sleep with twenty-seven separate won behind his wife’s back. It was also his decision to invite Ghislaine and the forr mbers of the Fangs of the Black Wolf to join him in the Tower, so, as much as he hated Vahn, he resented himself for his weakness and lack of self-control.
"Please...there must be sothing you can do..." muttered Paul, hot tears beginning to trickle down his face and nose, his body trembling violently as he pleaded, "I will offer you my very soul...just, please, let have my family back..."
Though he wasn’t particularly fond of Paul, Vahn couldn’t prevent his heart from twisting within his chest at the man’s heartfelt plea. He knew that Paul wasn’t bad, or, at the very least, evil. His personality was the product of his world’s distorted common sense, and had he not beco an Ascendee, he would have eventually beco a father willing to die to protect his family and children.
"It is beyond my power to return to you what you’ve lost..." said Vahn, causing Paul to feel as though the life had flowed out of him before he appended, "But I can offer the chance to reclaim it. The consequence is that you will lose everything..."
"What do you an...?" asked Paul, raising his gaze to stare at Vahn with intense, tear-moisened eyes.
"Your world is fairly unique as it previously existed within a closed loop of sorts..." explained Vahn. "That loop was shattered when your world ca into contact with the Pavilion and you chose to beco an Ascendee, but its frawork remains. In simple terms, it’s possible to send your current mories and experiences into the past, effectively allowing you to start your life over. The caveat is that if your actions are even slightly different from those you took in your initial tiline, there’s a chance you could die early or never et Zenith at all. Actions, as you’ve recently learned, have consequences..."
Preempting Paul’s borderline frenzied response, Vahn raised his left hand in a silencing gesture, explaining, "Another thing you have to keep in mind is that the past you’d be experiencing isn’t the past in the truest sense. It would have no bearing on your current tiline or the flow of ti beyond your world. In essence, you would be leaving behind the Zenith, Lilia, and Rudeus you know to pursue the possibility of recreating the family you’ve lost. And since your Ascendee status is tied to your current life, you would no longer be able to enter the Tower or travel here to my palace..."
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Though he was initially excited by the prospect of reliving his past and rectifying his past mistakes, Paul fell into a lengthy, deliberative silence. He had all but ruined his chances of living happily with Zenith and their son, Rudeus, but they were still his wife and child. If he accepted Vahn’s offer, he would, once again, be abandoning his family in service of himself and his desires. And while he blad his Ascendee status for everything that had happened to him, he was more than a little reluctant to part with the extraordinary conveniences offered by his System...
’I really am a piece of shit...’ thought Paul, closing his eyes, clenching his hands into fists, and tensing the muscles in his jaw hard enough to crack his molars before eting Vahn’s gaze and questioning, "Is it possible for to keep a restricted version of my System...?"
"It’s possible..." confird Vahn, his expression and tone flattening in an effort to conceal his disappointnt. He couldn’t bla Paul for choosing what the man perceived as the easiest path, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a vague sense of disgust. Had Paul been willing to fight for Zenith and everything he had lost, he might have helped him. Now, while he was willing to arrange the man’s second chance at life, Vahn had absolutely no desire to interact with him further...
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"So he accepted..." muttered Zenith, exhaling a sigh that was equal parts relief and exasperation as she sat sideways atop Vahn’s lap in a luxurious, predominantly red and gold lounge—her shapely body adorned in skimpy white lingerie. She was the one to suggest that Paul et with Vahn after discussing possible paths forward for him, so she had been observing the exchange intently, believing he would choose the path they had prepared for him but secretly hoping that he would refuse. Not because she wished to rekindle their shattered relationship, but because she believed he could still be a good father to their son once he got his life together.
"Should I rescind the offer?" asked Vahn, comfortingly caressing Zenith’s right ass cheek with his right hand and cradling her body as she reactively leaned into him, closed her eyes, and responded, "No...as I said before, I sincerely wish for him to be happy. I do worry about how this might affect Rudeus, but I believe that with the backing and opportunities provided by the Pavilion, he will thrive..."
"Then the matter is settled..." muttered Vahn, gently cupping Zenith’s chin and raising her face so he could reassure her with a kiss. In response, she promptly adjusted her position to straddle him, her arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders as she eagerly pursued his lips and tongue. As she did, Vahn closed the displays behind her and began massaging her round, paradoxically fleshy yet toned ass. He generally tried to avoid comforting his won with sex, but since he didn’t want to cause Zenith even greater confusion, he permitted her to pull her panties aside and slip his cock into her uncharacteristically tepid-feeling pussy. Her insides promptly ward with his intrusion, but for a brief mont, Vahn got the subtle impression that Zenith was mourning the passing of the man she had initially fallen in love with...
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