Just as he had during similar situations he planned to intervene in, Vahn found himself in a dimly lit command theater, observing Ukitake's actions and keeping tabs on the movements of other significant individuals. One notable difference was, rather than standing stoically behind him, Grayfia and Venelana were already at his side, leaning their soft and warm bodies against him as Misla, hunched forward so as not to block his view, slid up and down his cock, her hands holding his knees for support.
'My life is awesome...' thought Vahn, alternating between kissing Grayfia and Venelana and periodically shifting his glance to Misla's beautiful and voluminous backside, partly covered in beige hose that conveniently had an opening to grant access to her ass and visibly straining pussy.
"Shall I accompany you if you're called...?" asked Grayfia, using up some of her precious make-out time.
"I don't want to scare them too much..." hummed Vahn, adopting a smile and narrowing his eyes into a smoldering look as he added, "If they think they have bargaining power, they're more likely to reveal their true nature in our negotiations..."
"Danna-sama becomes more reliable with each passing day..." hummed Grayfia, preemptively extending her tongue when Vahn leaned in to kiss her. At the same time, in response to Misla's slowing due to an inundation of pleasure, he caused his dick to vibrate intensely, eliciting a quivering, throaty moan from the buxom brunette before she practically wet herself in the resulting climax...
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"You're suggesting he's observing us at this very moment...?" asked an exceptionally ancient-looking, gruff-toned man with a cross-shaped scar that ran diagonally across his slightly pointed bald head and exceedingly wrinkled brow. The thick white brows above his sharp, thin eyes dropped several centimeters, and he had a prominent, well-maintained mustache and infamous beard, the latter of which extended past his waist, bound in criss-crossing purple ribbons. Despite his aged appearance, there was an unmistakable gravitas and barely contained power that hung around the man, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 and a man who had held the title of Strongest Shinigami for more than 2100 years.
"I'm not sure he's watching, per se, but he claimed he would hear it if I were to call out as if calling for him," stated Ukitake. "That suggests he retains a certain degree of omnipresence, but he also mentioned having other matters that require his attention, hinting at a narrowed or singular degree of focus."
"Hmmm..."
Raising his gaze and slowly sweeping the empty air as if he might be able to ascertain where Vahn was observing them from, Yamamoto, erring on the side of caution, remarked, "If what you say is true, this Dragon God is an entity we shouldn't antagonize. And if what he says is true...we cannot sit idle with three traitors occupying the venerated rank of Captain among our ranks..."
"Fortunately, they have yet to reveal their true colors. If we explain the situation to Captains Shunsui, Kuchiki, Unohana, and Komamura-san, we should be able to lure, defeat, and detain them by convening a Captains' meeting," stated Ukitake, exhibiting a degree of confidence and vigor that Yamamoto couldn't help but notice.
"Jushiro...could it be...?" asked Yamamoto, narrowing his beady, vermillion eyes in suspicion. The fact he used Ukitake's given name, however, made it clear he was speaking as the white-haired man's millennia-long mentor rather than his superior.
Smiling broadly, Ukitake nodded, touched his chest, and revealed, "Near the end of our discussion, the Dragon God, Vahn, observed me succumb to one of my usual fits. Then, with the ease of an average person taking in a long breath, he appeared to transfer my disease to himself before being rid of it, expelling from his mouth as tiny embers."
"Conditional omnipresence and the ability to heal a disease even another God could only hinder...this Vahn Mason becomes more extraordinary the more I hear about him..." remarked Yamamoto, caressing his inordinately long beard thoughtfully. He had watched over Ukitake for more than two thousand years, so while he remained distrustful of Vahn's intentions, that didn't prevent him from feeling grateful toward him. Presuming, of course, that Ukitake's illness had been remedied and not simply suppressed until a pivotal moment...
"Should we try calling out to him?" asked Ukitake, causing Yamamoto to close his eyes and weigh his response. Part of him felt it would be better not to confirm Vahn's abilities as there was no way he would expose their full range. If what he was comfortable showing them already defied their comprehension, what he kept from them could shake the very foundation of their million-year-old society and their understanding of their place in a purportedly infinite cosmos...
"The matter of Aizen's treachery is for the Gotei to resolve..." decided Yamamoto, opening his eyes and meeting Ukitake's gaze as he added, "We will consider the existence of the Dragon God and the organization he represents once our court is sufficiently clean and suited to receiving guests..."
"I suppose that's for the best..." affirmed Ukitake, nodding. Then, as the threat of three traitorous Captains wasn't small, he and Yamamoto spent the rest of the afternoon weighing their options as the latter's Lieutenant took one of the magatama to the Shihoin Clan to verify it wasn't the thing manipulating their senses rather than Aizen's Zanpakuto...
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"Mmn...it looks like they won't be taking action today..." remarked Vahn, standing tall with his hands gripping Grayfia's ass, a rhythmic smacking sound echoing through the command theater as he thrust into her while she clung to him with her ankles hooked behind him.
"Does that mean...your schedule has opened...?" asked Venelana, lying atop the sofa Vahn had been seated on previously, her crotch nestled against Misla's as they rubbed their pussies together with two of Vahn's proliferated penises nestled within them, protruding from a coaster that almost perfectly matched his girth.
"Technically...but I feel it would be remiss of us to assume nothing will happen and go about our business as usual..." stated Vahn, eliciting an ear-burningly sensual mewling sigh from Grayfia's throat as he filled her pussy to capacity with a fresh batch of semen. Some of the energy within was absorbed through the writhing walls of her pussy and redirected to her closed womb, but the rest dribbled out in long strands that formed a small pool of viscous, subtly rainbow-hued white liquid on the reflective stone floor.
'What a waste...' thought Venelana and Misla simultaneously, their violet eyes focused on the growing pool with a hint of barely-contained desire. Each experienced an instinctual compulsion to dismount the sofa and lap up the precious liquid, but their reason, combined with the understanding Vahn had much more to give, prevailed.
"We'll continue to monitor the situation until Aizen is captured, killed, or manages to escape..." decided Vahn, peering back over his left shoulder and then taking a seat as Venelana and Misla promptly separated to make space for him, the former's pussy winning their impromptu tug-of-war as the double-sided faux dildo shared between them stayed within her until she pulled it out herself, causing the two engorged cocks to disperse into pale golden flower petals.
Not yet ready to separate, Grayfia began smoothly rolling her hips the moment Vahn had sat down, prompting Venelana's and Misla's brows to furrow as she closed her eyes to avoid their respective gazes. Lucky for her, not so much Venelana and Misla, Vahn happened to find her behavior exceedingly adorable, a broad smile developing across his face before he noticed the pouty gazes of the beauties flanking him.
"Hey, now...no need to get upset..." started Vahn, his smile gaining a hint of wryness as he looked between the two Devils and reasoned, "This just means you also get to be a little selfish when your turns come..."
"Hmm...I suppose..." conceded Venelana, the pupils of her violet eyes shimmering with a crimson hue, the result of her Power of Destruction stirring. She wasn't angry at Vahn, but she felt Grayfia was toeing a line they had agreed not to cross...
Catching Venelana off guard and leaving the flaxen-haired Devil feeling taken aback and betrayed, Misla, seizing the opportunity, abruptly raised her left hand, shamelessly declaring, "Then I shall expend my selfishness to ensure I'm next..."
"That...that's not fair...!" cried Venelana, poutily protesting, "You just had your turn before Grayfia...!"
"You're not wrong..." conceded Misla, her expression and tone firming as she reasoned, "But you and Grayfia got to accompany Vahn-sama when he was exploring Invirtua and forming Termina. If fairness is measured in the time each of us has been afforded to spend with him, the two of you have been monopolizing him..."
"Then the solution is simple..." stated Vahn, feeling things were beginning to get a little too real and heated, compelling him to interject, drawing the two women's gazes as he asserted, "It might not be anytime soon due to exant circumstances, but once we're in a good spot and our children have begun to pursue independence, the four of us and Yasaka will enter into a Room of Spirit and Time until the only thing that exceeds your love for one another is your devotion to our cause..."
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Though Vahn's solution wasn't as convincing as he presumably thought it was, Venelana and Misla didn't refute him and instead exchanged glances in silence. Just as Venelana envied Grayfia's position as the central figure in Vahn's heart, Misla envied them both for being able to meet and secure their positions in his heart before her. Time and opportunity were the main factors differentiating them within Vahn's heart and mind, so after several seconds of tension, both women smiled simultaneously, having reached a silent agreement between them not to quibble in front of Vahn. Then, as a matter of course, they took turns vigorously fucking one another using his Hana Hana no Mi-produced penises when it wasn't their turn...
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[December 20th DxD/August 12th DBT]
Though he felt it was strange for him and the other Captains to be called for an emergency meeting when nothing of significance had occurred, at least publically, Sosuke Aizen, a tall, bespectacled man with fair skin, soft features that included shaggy brown hair and brown eyes that drooped at the ends, set behind thick, square-rimmed glasses, entered the spacious hall wearing an amenable smile when, in reality, he harbored nothing but contempt for the seven Captains who had arrived before him, particularly their leader.
'Wait...this lineup is odd...' noted Aizen, immediately keying in on the fact something was off since the Captains present were those most rigorously aligned with the Soul Society. It was possible that the other Captains had simply yet to arrive, but Tosen Kaname, his most zealous ally, would have undoubtedly arrived before him if they had both been summoned.
'It's a trap...' Aizen realized, absolutely convinced of his deduction as he immediately reached for and drew his Zanpakuto, an action that should have been imperceptible to those present.
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"You dare to reach for your Zanpakuto in the presence of the Captain-Commander? Have you lost your mind, Aizen-taichou...?" asked a petite, notably slender woman with sharp grey eyes and mostly short black hair fixed in a modified hime-cut with two waist-length braids bound in white cloth, the ends of which were fixed with golden loops.
"That's a curious thing to ask when you have your blade to someone's throat..." countered Aizen, referring to the woman, Captain Sui-Feng of the 2nd Division and Leader of the Onmitsukaido, appearing behind him using Shunpo, her yellow-hilted, wakizashi-type Zanpakuto unsheathed with its tip aimed at his left carotid.
"So that's what your true face looks like..." started Yamamoto, his voice deep, raspy, and exuding power and authority as he glared daggers at the bespectacled Captain who, due to his Zanpakuto no longer affecting their perception, possessed sharp, angular eyes and exuded ruthlessness from every fiber of his being.
'Well, this is a peculiar turn of events...' thought Aizen, unable to prevent a sly smile from developing across his face as Yamamoto ordered, "Sosuke Aizen...you will relinquish your Zanpakuto and submit to interrogation. If you resist any further, everyone here has been authorized to utilize lethal force to take you down. This is your sole warning..."
"And this is the opening act heralding the Soul Society's end..." countered Aizen, disappearing faster than Sui-Feng, who was widely reputed as the fastest Shinigami alive, could process that he had moved...
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