Capítulo 1647: Devotion
With Asuna fleeing to her bedroom to hide beneath the blankets, Vahn decided to just lay down for a few minutes, blankly staring at the ceiling. It wasn't until several nearly identical mint-haired Maids came into the room that his eyes came back into focus, preempting their questioning by saying, "Please, leave the lunch items here. As for the tea and cake, take them up to Asuna's room after a few minutes have passed..."
Dutifully followed Vahn's orders, the group of five quickly arranged everything on the table next to the sofa before as 'eldest' sister, Chachaichi, asked, "Master? If you aren't feeling well, I have been modified to be able to give massages."
To emphasize her statement, Chachaichi removed one of her gloves, revealing an extremely intricate mechanical hand with visible joints. From within the microscopic pores at the tips of her fingers, a tiny amount of fragrant oil began to build up like condensation. Vahn instantly recognized the oil as the kind he used on Eva, bringing an affectionate smile to his face as he politely replied, "Maybe next time. Thank you for your concern, Ichi-chan."
Hearing her Master's response, Chachaichi pulled out a handkerchief to deftly wipe away the oil from her hands before covering them with the characteristic white gloves used to each of the Chacha sisters, Chachazero included. Then, alongside the rest of her sisters, she folder her hands across her lap, bowing politely before filing out of the room in an orderly line.
Waiting until the group had departed, Vahn released a sigh as he used his Telekinesis to guide a pastry to his mouth. Asuna's words had prevented him from worrying about what Eishun had said, but, due to her age, Vahn couldn't help but feel introspective following her little 'surprise'.
Though Asuna had made up her mind pretty early on, largely thanks to the 'support' of her mother, that didn't make it any easier to accept her affections. She was simply too young, and, though this wasn't the first time he had dealt with a similar situation, Vahn's paternal instincts prevented him from ever becoming accustomed to it.
Raising his hand toward the ceiling, the focus in Vahn's eyes began to gradually fade away as he muttered, "Life moves on in a never-ending cycle...there is no sense in worrying about the future when there are countless things you could be doing in the present..."
Hearing his own words, Vahn's eyes immediately came back into focus as he tilted his head to the side and asked, "What just happened...?"
Understanding the question was directed toward her, Sis answered, (*It seems your subconscious thoughts surfaced for a brief moment? If I had to guess, it is probably related to your unawakened Mind Innate. At the very least, there weren't any external forces acting upon you to influence your thoughts.*)
Rather than feel relieved by Sis' words, Vahn couldn't help but frown slightly as he thought about what purpose an Innate that caused him to spew random philosophies might serve. It almost felt like he was trying to make excuses to justify his actions, something he had been proactively trying to avoid since his initiation of 'The Fall' back in the Nasuverse...
As this thought crossed his mind, Vahn couldn't help but shake his head as he moved to a seated position. Innates always took on a form and function suitable for their users, so, rather than develop doubts about something that had yet to even awaken, it made more sense to focus on the goals he had set for himself. Thus, after adopting a lotus position, Vahn allowed his thoughts to melt away as an indecipherable yet pleasant tone began to echo in the most distant regions of his subconscious...
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Opening his eyes, Vahn found himself seated atop an altar-like throne, his body in a similar lotus position as his outside form. There were various candles burning around him, and, kneeling on the ground to his front, hands clasped in prayer, an indescribably beautiful woman in garments suitable for the High Priestess of a fantasy religion could be seen reverentially lowing her head.
Though he could hear the woman's prayer in the back of his mind, Vahn had developed the habit of filtering out such things since it always sounded like a vast crowd of people trying to talk over each other. That didn't mean he couldn't selectively listen to prayers, however, so, with an amused smile on his face, Vahn opened his mind to the woman's heartfelt-
Before he could even finish his thoughts, Vahn's mental processes came to a halt when he heard the woman internalize, ("Though I might not be worthy of such grace, I pray the day when I can devote my everything to the Lord comes even one day sooner. Even now, the aching in my body continues to grow....ahhn...control yourself, Jeanne...the Lord is watching...")
Despite her own attestations that she was being observed, the woman, Jeanne, allowed her hands to part. Then, without realizing he was actually watching her, she began to roughly squeeze her left breast before slipping her hand between her thighs and staring up at him with an impassioned look on her face...
As if time had immediately ceased flowing, Jeanne's hands stopped completely as she stared back at the 'deadpan' expression on her God's face. All thoughts within her mind had completely ceased as an overwhelming feeling of shame began to creep up on her. At the same time, however, she felt as though a massive blaze had been ignited in her body, compounding the aching feeling that had existed within her body from the moment her God had anointed her the status of High Priestess...
Before she realized it, Jeanne had started to squeeze her breast with a bit of force, her eyes fixed on the image of her God looking down at her. She saw no disgust anywhere within his gaze, and, even as the intensity of her movements began to increase, he made no effort to stop her. There was even a bit of redness creeping into his ears, and, after a few seconds, Jeanne felt as if her heart was going to explode when she saw him gulp what she assumed to be his saliva...
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Though Vahn had seen women masturbate many times, the sight of Jeanne pleasuring herself in sacramental vestments was unlike anything he had ever seen. It felt like he was bearing witness to something 'forbidden', and, though he had been aware of her burgeoning desires, this was the last thing he had expected to happen...
Just as this thought crossed his mind, Vahn witnessed something even more unbelievable. Jeanne, perhaps emboldened by his silent observation, hiked up the edges of her skirt to reveal that, rather than pristine white panties, her vestments hid silky black, slightly transparent, lingerie. This was a stark contrast to the ornate white gown she wore in the execution of her duties, and, based on the impassioned look in her eyes, Vahn understood the reasons she concealed such garments beneath her robes...
As interesting as it was to simply observe such an 'awe-inspiring' scene, Vahn didn't have the habit of disappointing the expectations of his women. Jeanne might have been excluded from this group in the past, but, seeing her devotion replaced by a palpable yearning, refusing her any further was simply impossible.
With a simple wave of his hand, Vahn caused the vestments concealing Jeanne's body to fade out of existence. This revealed the transparent black babydoll underwear she wore beneath, but, even more prominent than her perfectly sculpted figure, Vahn's eyes were drawn to the silky black choker wrapped around her neck. The limited omniscience provided by his Realm allowed him to ascertain where she had obtained such a garment, and, much to his surprise, she had actually 'stolen' it from Atalanta...
Noticing the gaze of her God, Jeanne couldn't help but avert her eyes, even as her face flushed to a dangerous degree. She had no excuse for her actions, and, though she felt guilty whenever she met Atalanta, she simply couldn't bear to part with the stolen accessory...
Rather than blame Jeanne for the theft, Vahn decided he would just make it up to Atalanta on her behalf. She was generally pretty understanding, and, ever since he gave her Authority over both the Forests and Children, their relationship had become more than a little intimate. She also had a large collection of collars and chokers, so, while she undoubtedly noticed the absence of the choker, she wouldn't particularly care unless someone tried to steal her original, hand-crafted, collar.
While producing several versions of himself at different locations within his Realm, Vahn made his way over to Jeanne, raising her from the ground and wrapping her in his arms. This was enough to overwrite her worries regarding the choker, her sky-blue eyes glistening with a hopeful light as she looked up at him with what could only be described as a 'hungry' look.
Vahn knew Jeanne could be very loveable at times, but, seeing her adopt such a sultry expression, a familiar possessiveness sprouted from within his mind as he leaned down to kiss her slightly parted lips. He could feel her voluminous breasts, some of the largest among his harem, squashing against his chest, and, though they had stood out quite a bit through the thin fabric, Vahn couldn't help but smile slightly as he felt hardened protrusions poking against him.
Having already made up his mind, Vahn stopped kissing Jeanne after three minutes, allowing her to issue heated gasps as he traced his thumb across her moistened lips and issued the words he knew she wanted to hear, his voice deep and resonate as he said, "Your everything...I will take it and dye it in my colors...from this moment onward, you will belong to me...always and forever..."
Feeling a tantalizing tremble run through her body, Jeanne stared up at her God with even greater fervor visible in her countenance. If he hadn't been holding her closely, she would have bowed until her forehead was pressed into the ground. Instead, she offered no resistance to his forceful hold as a surprisingly carnal smile spread across her lips. This even caught Vahn by surprise, and, for a brief moment, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was the one about to get eaten up by the beauty in his arms...
Surprising him even further, Jeanne licked her lips in one of the most naturally seductive ways Vahn had ever seen before tiptoeing to whisper, "I have belonged to you from the moment you liberated me from the darkness. My only regret is that I don't have more of myself to give..."
Hearing Jeanne's words, Vahn couldn't help feeling slightly confused. He was even tempted to read her thoughts for a brief moment, but, seemingly aware of what he was thinking, Jeanne smiled even more sultrily as she explained, "If it was within my power, I would have surrendered every version of myself in all realities to you. Knowing there are versions of me who will never experience this bliss...I can't help but mourn for them..."
Imagining an 'infinite' number of scantily clad Jeanne's surrounding him, each with similarly hungry expressions on their faces, Vahn couldn't help but swallow a second time. This hadn't escaped the uncharacteristically seductive Jeanne's notice, and, as if to emphasize that her switch hadn't simply been flipped, but broken, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "I suppose I'll just have to show you as much love and devotion as an infinite number of me could display..."
As if she hadn't been bashfully looking away from him minutes prior, Jeanne took the initiative to initiate an even more passionate kiss. This was something she had been thinking about a lot as of late, so, now that she had the opportunity to devote herself completely, she wasn't going to allow the chance to slip away from her...
(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'I wonder what other modifications she has...','Omen to awakening','Oh my (OwO)...','Check Chapter Comments for images')
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Capítulo 1648: Prosperity
While Jeanne was expressing the depths of her devotion to one of his more fortunate selves, several other versions of Vahn were carrying out various duties within his Realm. This included watching the progress of Silva, spending time with anyone who had teleported to the Crystal Palace, checking in with Da Vinci, and, as was often the case following his return, Vahn 'prime' could be found walking silently through a serene garden.
More than a hundred years prior, Vahn, in the hopes of opening their hearts and minds, had tasked Altera and Okita with working together to create a garden filled with life. They had taken his words very seriously, so, with more than a century to grow and develop, the garden produced by the two taciturn beauties had become one of the most secluded and peaceful places in all of Avalon.
Though neither Altera nor Okita had truly opened themselves up to others, both girls mellowed out quite a bit with the passage of time. Altera, in particular, had become very fond of the garden. Most of her free time was spent within, and, if you were fortunate enough to sneak up without her notice, it was sometimes possible to find her hand-feeding small animals with a delicate smile on her face.
Originally, the garden had been a place very few people could access, but, after receiving quite a bit of praise for their efforts, Okita and Altera had opened it up to most residents of the Inner Sanctum. There were a few rules that had to be followed, including one which prohibited loud noises, but, so long as you didn't run rampant within their garden, they wouldn't forcibly eject you...
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Near the very center of the secret garden, located atop an artificially created hill ornamented by a single apple tree, a beautiful woman with flowing golden hair, silver eyes, pristine white wings, and a rather thick white tail could be seen resting peacefully. She was garbed in a thin white dress that perfectly accented the color of her wings and tail, but, more noticeable than the woman's ethereal beauty was the rounded belly affectionately caressed by her hands...
Seeing the woman from a distance, Vahn could feel expectation and love swelling within his heart with each passing step. She had also noticed his presence, but, rather than rise to greet him as she would in the past, she simply returned a loving smile, her voice effortlessly reaching his ears as she quietly uttered, "Vahn..." in a happy tone of voice.
With one final step, Vahn appeared at the side of the woman, a sour feeling spreading through his nose as he returned a radiant smile and answered, "Artoria..." in an equally affectionate tone.
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After a cursory exchange of words, Vahn joined his beloved Empress in relaxing beneath the apple tree's canopy. This had become a habit of theirs, as, unless he was resting within the Inner Sanctum, Artoria could always be found relaxing within the secret garden. She enjoyed the peaceful serenity that had been produced from Altera's and Okita's efforts, finding solace in the fact that something so beautiful could be created by entities whose sole purpose had been to destroy. It gave her hope for the future, and, out of gratitude for Artoria's appreciation, Altera had hand-crafted the hill atop which she sat.
Vahn was also rather fond of nature, but, more importantly, he simply wanted to spend time with the woman who had carried his child for more than a hundred years. Just being around her allowed him to relax completely, and, though it was a little shameless of him, he enjoyed using her lap as a pillow and allowing her to pamper him. Her aura alone brought him an extreme amount of comfort, so, whenever he returned to his Realm, Vahn always split a part of himself to stay at Artoria's side...
Rather than feel troubled by her Husband wanting to spend time with her, Artoria had grown rather fond of seeing Vahn's vulnerable side. There were so few moments when he just 'stopped', so, when the opportunity presented itself, she tried to return a bit of the comfort he so often showed others.
With one hand on her belly and the other combing through Vahn's hair, Artoria had a tender smile on her face as she quietly asked, "How long will you stay this time...?"
Hearing her words, Vahn half-opened his eyes, staring back at her with a relaxed smile as he calmly stated, "There are some things I wanted to take care of so I will probably stay for a few weeks. Why, is there something on your mind?"
Though he could read the minds of the people within his Realm, Vahn elected to remain ignorant of people's thoughts. The only time he made an exception was when something major happened, but, ever since Alaya gave birth, she had taken it upon herself to proactively prevent most incidents. She still behaved like a lazy cat whenever they met, but, when it concerned the stability of the world and its textures, she was always 'very' serious about her self-assigned duties...
Noticing the tell-tale look in Vahn's eyes, Artoria gently caressed his cheek without losing her smile as she answered, "You should spend some time with Mordred. She recently returned to Avalon and has been rather restless. I think the birth of Kamiya's son came as a big shock to her. That boy used to follow her around like a puppy when they were younger so she is presumably feeling pressured to secure her own future..."
Even before Artoria had finished speaking, memories of Mordred's activities over the last few years emerged within Vahn's mind. He had a limited form of omniscience within his Realm, and, when his mind wandered to things he wanted to know, the information would automatically surface. After all, the Realm existed inside of him, so, while he might not be aware of everything taking place at every given moment, he could recall events with absolute clarity.
Seeing a few concerning scenes of Mordred rampaging within her private sub-space, Vahn shifted his awareness to where she was currently located. Fortunately, he found her playing with Kamiya's son, a radiant smile on her face as she held the boy's arms up and tried to get him to walk.
With a smile replacing the concern visible in his countenance, Vahn nodded his head, saying, "She is currently occupied but I will make sure to spend some time with her during my stay. Rather, she will probably be able to help me out in my training this time around...hmmm..."
After seeing his half-kitsune grandson, Vahn's mind instantly wandered to all of his other children and grandchildren. A total of nineteen years had passed within his Realm since time began moving forward, so, while some things remained the same, others changed greatly. Sakura was even up to her fourth child, and, though she had been on the fence about it for a long time, even Iris ended up giving birth to a son. Her decision to name him Shiro had been a little peculiar, but, considering he had been born with the characteristic white hair and red eyes of an Einzbern Homunculus, it suited him quite a bit.
Vahn's family had 'exploded' over the last two decades, and, due to the long period of peace, most of the Imperial Knights had also settled down to start families. The most prolific of these ended up being Lancelot, as, after a very long period of discussion, one of the people summoned prior to the subsuming of Gaia was none other than Guinevere.
Artoria had long come to terms with what had happened in her past, and, rather than see the man suffer for hundreds of years, she was the one to suggest summoning her former wife and confidant. Now, rather than appear like a man looking for a place to die, Lancelot could even match Gawain in the vibrancy of his smile. He and Guinevere already had eleven children together, and, though there was no real need for such sentiments, he reared all his sons and daughters to be exceptionally loyal to the Empire.
With so many pleasant thoughts washing over him, the smile on Vahn's face grew even wider as he looked up at Artoria and muttered, "It seems the Empire is currently enjoying an era of prosperity..."
Chuckling lightly at her husband's remark, Artoria gingerly pinched his cheek before musing, "After all your hard work, this is the obvious outcome...should I reward you~?"
Seeing Artoria's pupils dilate slightly before morphing into a more slit-like appearance, Vahn didn't have to inquire about what kind of reward she had in mind. She could probably sense what he was doing with Jeanne, as, from the moment he awakened her within his Realm, Vahn had shared most of his Authority with Artoria. This was one of the reasons she isolated herself, as, with the ability to see and know 'everything', Artoria spent most of her time silently watching over the Empire and its people without interfering.
Though it was an unnecessary concern, Vahn found it very difficult to have sex with his lovers when they were pregnant. It didn't matter if they were in their safe period as just imagining the scene was enough to send a fretful shiver through his body. It simply seemed wrong, and, even if he reduced his size, Vahn couldn't help but feel awkward whenever he imagined hitting the cervix of a pregnant woman with his glans...
Noticing the concern in Vahn's eyes, Artoria momentarily suppressed her urges, lightly caressing his forehead as she teased, "You are underestimating me..."
To emphasize her point, Artoria held up her hand, and, after several seconds had passed, her palm became satin-soft as pure white scales grew along the back. At the same time, in much the same way that Illya could alter the structure of her body, the tip of Artoria's tail opened to reveal a fleshy and moist interior. A powerful aroma of pheromones spread through the air, and, with a matter-of-factly tone, Artoria adopted a slightly predatory smile as she added, "There are other rewards I can offer you..."
Vahn was more than a little surprised by Artoria's actions, but, having noticed the moment when she attempted to suppress her urges, he decided to just go with the flow. It was going to be more than a little awkward, but, if she was willing to go to such extents, he wasn't going to refuse. It had actually been a few years since they did anything sexually intimate, ever since her belly swelled up like a balloon, so there was simply no way he could leave her hanging.
With that thought in mind, Vahn ran his hand along the length of Artoria's tail, his palm glowing with a rainbow hue that caused her wings to twitch due to the pleasant shivers running through her body. This was enough to cause her silvery eyes to glisten, and, after several seconds had passed, it was safe to say that Artoria's switch had been flipped as she immediately repositioned so that she was straddling his waist. Then, after her tail effectively tore away the belt and fabric around Vahn's waist, a phenomenal amount of pressure and heat enveloped his exposed member...
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Noticing her God suddenly tense up, his movements coming to a stop, Jeanne forcibly craned her head back to stare into his face. She had her upper body pressed into a durable mattress, her hands bound behind her back as her God ravished her from behind. Most notably, a rather bushy tail had sprouted from above her plump posterior while, at the top of her head, two dog-like ears could be seen twitching periodically.
Jeanne had surmised that there should be a version of herself for each race, so, knowing her God had a particular fondness for dog and cat-like women, she had implored him to shape her body to his liking. They had already gone through various different forms, but, compared to all the others, Jeanne had developed a particular fondness for chienthropic features. She had even been tempted to ask her God to address her as his 'bitch', but, understanding she had already been rather selfish, she resisted the urge...
Seeing the blank look on her God's face, Jeanne was about to ask what had happened, but, before she was able to, he adopted a smile that sent a pleasant shiver through her body as he said, "Sorry, I got a little distracted. Here, let me make it up to you..."
Punctuating his words, Vahn gave Jeanne's reddened butt a light smack before squeezing her tail a little forcibly. This caused a sonorous whimper to escape her throat, her tongue sticking out as her entire body began to vibrate in the wake of a powerful climax. Then, without allowing her a chance to recover, he pressed her down with the weight of his body and began teaching her how to pick a lock...
(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Imagining Altera wearing a sundress as she happily tends to a garden brings a smile to my face...','The Empire is very 'prosperous'...','She ded...')
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