Chapter 223: Truth
[December 6th DxD/July 29th DBT]
After retiring to Venelana's room rather than his own, Vahn made up for previously sending her away by placing her in a mating press and making slow, methodical love to her for six straight hours. By the end, she was so out of it that she simply stared at him with a weary smile for nearly half an hour as he wiped her down and gave her a sponge bath.
"That was a new experience...where did you pick up such a technique...?" asked Venelana, breaking her long silence after Vahn set aside the bucket and towel he used to bathe her.
"Korra," revealed Vahn, bending over Venelana's body and kissing her lips before grinning as he teased, "But I was unaware of its effectiveness over extended periods. You've taught me something new..."
"Just be careful who you use it on..." muttered Venelana, closing her eyes and basking in the memory as she noted, "It feels like I have a rotor in my womb..."
"I'll be careful..." affirmed Vahn, rising to a seated position before bending over and planting a lingering kiss just below Venelana's navel. He found it a little disconcerting that her stomach was remarkably flat when she was estimated to be around twelve weeks pregnant, but he had been assured by her and other experienced mothers that this was normal, as most signs of pregnancy didn't begin until the second trimester.
"Shall I clean your ears for you...?" asked Venelana, sporting a distinctly motherly smile as she shifted back slightly and rose to a seated position with her back against the headboard of her bed. She was initially naked, but in anticipation of their usual pillow talk or cuddling, she pre-prepared a set of off-white, black-trimmed lace lingerie, a negligee, and stockings in her secondary equipment slots.
Rarely one to shy away from or refuse a lap pillow, Vahn rested his head atop Venelana's plump and fragrant thighs before closing his eyes with a contented smile. He never had any wax in his ears to clean, but he greatly enjoyed having the interior of his ear carefully scraped with a golden loop pick before Venelana softly inquired, "Have you finished considering what you want to do to become stronger...?"
"My intuition tells me the answer lies in the Corridor..." answered Vahn, his voice faint but naturally deep as he appended, "But I would also like to try and find a proper mentor to reinforce my fundamentals..."
'Finding a rival or a handful of male friends I can compete with would also be nice...' thought Vahn, keeping it to himself. He knew Venelana wouldn't laugh at or make fun of him, but there were some things men just couldn't say aloud...
"Did the training you conducted with Sairaorg until recently not bear the desired fruit...?" asked Venelana, genuinely curious. She received updates on Vahn's progress from Misla, who, in turn, heard about the results of his training through her son, but she had never asked Vahn how he felt about his growth, not wanting him to feel pressured.