KA-KROW
Following the distant sounds of explosions, trembling earth, and monster cries, Vahn found himself at the scene of a colossal beast thrashing about like a living disaster. Its muscular body was easily over a hundred meters long, covered in purple-grey and pale yellow fur, and it had twisted black horns that tore through the ground and the surrounding stone terrain as if it were made of tofu.
As impressive as the creature's size was, its agility was exponentially more terrifying. It could turn its colossal quadruped body in less than a second. As it did, its inordinately long and thick tail whipped forward, its tip reaching such speeds that it was able to slice through the peak of a mountain and leave a white-hot and bright orange streak of molten stone in its wake.
BOOM
Interrupting the monster's rampage, even if only for a moment, a figure that was barely visible in comparison to the monstrous behemoth struck its head like a heavy bolt of lightning. For a brief moment, a large crater appeared on the creature's cheek before its head was sent slamming into the ground.
'So, this is where you were...' Vahn mused to himself, a smile spreading across his face as he watched Lupheria follow up her meteoric punch with a double heel drop that caused hundreds of meters of the terrain beneath her prey to ripple and collapse. She wasn't quite at the level of being able to shatter continental plates, but if she went all out, shattering a mountain or two was light work.
"Awooooooooooooooooooo—!!!"
With the muscular monstrosity no longer moving, Lupheria landed on top of it and unleashed a triumphant, back-arching howl. Then, as if she could sense his gaze, she turned to look in the direction of Vahn before moving so fast that she appeared to teleport in front of him.
"Did you see? Lupa is super strong now~" Lupheria hummed, puffing her virtually non-existent chest and looking very pleased with herself.
"Undeniably~" Vahn responded, extending his hands to cup the sides of Lupheria's face to scratch the scruff of her neck and dig into the base of her fluffy Vanargandr ears. His own power hadn't increased much in the past few months, but Lupheria's had been increasing by leaps and bounds as she steadily closed the distance between them.
krrarragharr
Interrupting Vahn's praising and petting of Lupheria, the monster she had downed began to rise. It was one of the more powerful A-Rank monsters inhabiting the strange, gap-like environment. And alongside its impressive size and power, it possessed accelerated regenerative capabilities, letting it recover from virtually any injury.
"Laev-tan..." Vahn muttered, causing the spear floating next to him to spin itself before accelerating forward and piercing the head of the monster at imperceptible speeds. In its wake, the upper third of the monster and the mountain behind it abruptly ceased to exist, replaced by a cylindrical void that glowed gold wherever it overlapped a physical object.
With Vahn's attacks disregarding conventional regenerative abilities, the headless monster collapsed to the ground with an earth-shuddering thud. Shortly after, Vahn and Lupheria worked together to harvest its materials, as, unlike the majority of monsters that inhabited the surface world of the Abyssal Maw, those below possessed physical, ostensibly real bodies...
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Shortly after his counterpart in the Corridor had placed the materials into their shared Inventory, a second Vahn arrived at the laboratory designed to perform compositional analysis of monster parts. There, he found more than a dozen Atlas of various shapes and sizes, hard at work on the parts he had brought them previously.
'Their numbers have increased...' Vahn noted, taking in that there were a total of forty-six Atlas within the lab, each with characteristics of different species. Notably, they were all constructed using Dragon Ball's Dr. Gero's research as a foundation, making them cyborgs that used Atlas's digitized ego and cloned bodies as materials.
"Are you here for business or pleasure...?" asked a chest-height Atlas with large and fluffy, fox-like ears and a short pink-and-white tail that peeked out from beneath a short-skirted, fur-collared, pastel-pink smock with the number 35 emblazoned on the chest in yellow lettering.
"A mix of both," Vahn answered, extending his left hand to caress the Atlas's head. As he did, her tail, which hiked up the back of her smock to expose white panties with the numbers 3 and 5 on her cheeks, wagged quickly from side to side.
"I will take over from here, Sanjuugo," interjected a much taller Atlas, standing nearly two meters tall with an impressive physique and two sets of arms, muscular, one covered in pink fur from the elbows down and the other covered in white to match the pattern of her hair. Said hair extended past the small of her back in thick, notably spiky strands, and poking out from beneath was a long, slender, salmon-pink Saiyan tail.
"Tsk...you had better make sure to upload the data later..." said the pint-sized Atlas, looking annoyed but ultimately capitulating to the taller Atlas, marked by the number 49, and leaving.
"I see you've been researching Saiyans..." Vahn noted, briefly following the shorter Atlas's departure with his gaze.
Flexing her two sets of arms, Atlas #49, Yonako, stated, "You're mistaken. This is the byproduct of my research into a Saiyan-like species known as Plutonians. They have the curious ability to metabolize crystals and other minerals to enhance their physiques, ostensibly without limits. This body exists to test that hypothesis."
Crossing one set of arms under her notably large breasts and placing the hands of her second set on her waist, Yonako adopted a cheeky smile and revealed, "The internal pressure of my reproductive system is capable of exceeding 800,000 PSI. That's powerful enough to compress carbon into crystalline form. Think you can manage?"
"It wouldn't be my first time enduring such pressures..." Vahn responded coolly, causing Yonako's sky blue eyes to glisten with intrigue, before she abruptly grabbed his hand and dragged him to the operation theater-like room where he regularly stress-tested her newer forms—usually with her older clones observing from above. That day, she had four new bodies for him to test, so after dropping off the materials he had brought for the lab to analyze, he spent the remainder of the afternoon tending to and being tended to by her disparate cyborg clones...
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"What has you in such a good mood...?" Keno questioned, noticing the smile that had developed across Vahn's face as he was skillfully flipping faintly luminous fried rice in a wok.
"I was just thinking that today has been a particularly good day..." Vahn responded, surprising Keno by leaving the wok to work itself before he positioned himself behind her, hands on her shoulders. His overlapping perspectives had a version of Atlas with pointy elven ears enthusiastically deepthroating him, so he couldn't help feeling sexually charged, his hands massaging Keno's shoulders and his bulge nestling against the upper cleft of her butt.
"You're behaving strangely..." Keno muttered, her cheeks tinting red as she reciprocated Vahn's affection by using Flight to raise her feet off the floor. Then, leaning forward slightly, she allowed him to nestle his bulge against her pussy through the fabric of her rapidly wetting panties. It was only 1:13 PM, so the rest of Blue Roses were out, leaving her and Vahn to their own devices within the kitchen.
"You don't seem to mind," Vahn noted, his tone playful and his expression a natural smolder as he hiked up Keno's skirt, exposing her small but well-shaped butt before he thumbed aside her panties and proceeded to slide his cock between her thighs. In response, Keno squeezed them together, choosing to respond with actions rather than words as she leaned further forward and bit her bottom lip.
"Don't mind if I do..." Vahn hummed, using his left thumb to open Keno's pussy before effortlessly slipping his cock into her warm, wet, and tight interior. Compared to the pressure of Atlas's diamond-compressing pussy, it was akin to fucking air. But a quick shift in perspective was all it took for the sensation to feel incredible.
smack smack smack smack
As he gradually picked up speed, Vahn's collisions with Keno's butt and the wetness of her pussy began producing a wet-sounding smack. Keno did her best to suppress her voice, but each time his hips met her ass, a faint, cute, and insuppressible squeak would rise from her throat, parting her lips and pricking his heart.
'Hmmn...?'
Just as Vahn was accelerating from a steady thrust to what Bulma would describe as a persistent pound, several unfamiliar presences entered the range of his Domain. His movements didn't stop, but Vahn took a moment to shift his perspective from the kitchen's interior to the cobblestone path outside the hotel—where a contingent of dozens of what appeared to be Paladins arrived on horseback. The banners they flaunted bore the azure-blue crest of the Holy Roble Kingdom, and though they looked a bit worse for wear from travel, their equipment was well-maintained, making it clear they paid attention to appearances.
'This has Demiurge written all over it...' Vahn thought, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. At the same time, he took advantage of Keno's Flight-borne weightlessness to turn her around, permitting her to leg-lock and cling to him as he drove into forcefully and swiftly from below...
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"Line up, men! Chins high and chests puffed...!" shouted a woman with short brown hair that framed her face, heroic features, and sharp brown eyes underscored by faint bruising. Her predominantly white, silver, and blue-trimmed armor and robes were visually similar to those of the other Paladins present, but the colors were richer and her silver armor of higher quality—much like the ornate, golden-handled, gem-adorned broadsword affixed to her left hip.
"There's really no need," Vahn stated, causing the woman to startle, spin on her high-heeled greaves, and create distance from him with her hand grasping the hilt of her sword.
Maintaining a calm, casual demeanor, Vahn brought his hands together and added, "It's clear that your men are fatigued from their journey. And I'm not fond of ostentation or needless formality..."
Punctuating his words, Vahn spread his hands, unleashing a wave of pale golden Divine Energy that alleviated the fatigue and healed the injuries of those present.
"This power..." muttered the female Paladin, releasing her grip on her sword, straightening her posture, and staring down at her gloved and gauntleted hands before abruptly glancing back over her right shoulder and barking, "Bow your heads!"
Heeding her own command, the female Paladin took a knee, bowing her low and respectfully as she revealed, "Please, forgive our failure to send notice of our arrival. I am Remedios Custodio, Grandmaster of the Roble Holy Kingdom's Paladin Order. His Holiness the Divine Dragon Lord might know me as Remedios the White..."
"Your reputation precedes you, Grandmaster Custodio..." Vahn confirmed with a nod, information pertaining to the Roble Holy Kingdom surfacing in his mind, courtesy of Sis.
"I am unworthy of such acknowledgment..." Remedios expressed, the hand she had on the ground tightening into a fist as she raised her head and pleaded, "I know this is abrupt, but is there a place near here where we can speak in private? My men and I have traveled here with a matter of grave importance to discuss with Your Grace..."
"Will this suffice...?" Vahn asked, a cheeky smile adorning his face as he raised his right hand. As he did, a field of flowers rapidly spread out from the base of his feet.
'An illusion? No...this is real...' Remedios noted, her nose filling with the scent of soil, grass, and flowers as she raised her head to get a look at her surroundings—a vast field of flowers, mountainous vistas, and a lake that reflected the blue sky above, filled with lazily drifting clouds.
"Come. And bring with you as many men as you believe are necessary," Vahn stated, turning around and entering into a homely-looking cottage that appeared to materialize from thin air.
'Is this the power of a Dragon Lord...?' Remedios asked herself, her lips parting and jaw slacking as she thought to call out to Vahn, only to find she didn't know what to say. Instead, recalling his last words, she hastily rose to her feet and barked over her right shoulder, "Paladins Gustav and Esteban! With me!"
"Yes, Grandmaster...!"
Reacting to Remedios's command, two particularly burly and heroic-looking Paladins hurried forward to catch up with her as she followed in Vahn's wake, her deep browns filled with equal parts fear, determination, impatience, and yearning. The fact that Vahn was as approachable as the rumors claimed was a promising sign, but that didn't guarantee he would be willing to do more than lend them an ear. And if he refused—
'No! Do not succumb to such thinking! You will convince him! You must...!' Remedios reminded herself, her brows creasing into a determined glower as she internally resolved to do whatever it took to persuade Vahn to aid her Kingdom...
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