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For generations the Montari family stood as one of the most feared lineages of monster hunters in the land. Their name was spoken in taverns and whispered in dark forests whenever tales of demons and vampires surfaced. It was a Montari who finally slew the dreaded vampire lord who once ruled the night, cutting down the tyrant and leaving only his daughter behind. Seraphina inherited the ruined throne of her father's castle and with it the endless hatred of the hunters who believed her bloodline responsible for every creature that stalked the countryside.
Yet Seraphina was never quite the monster the stories claimed. Like many ancient vampires she possessed the ability to absorb the lingering power of the fallen, drawing strength from the essence left behind when demons and monsters were destroyed. For reasons she never fully cared to explain that power always gathered in one particular place. Any excess she absorbed settled heavily into her chest, leaving the petite queen with an increasingly generous figure whenever she indulged a little too much in the aftermath of a hunt.
Lucien Montari grew up on the same stories every member of his family was raised on. The last daughter of the vampire lord was dangerous and cunning and the Montari duty was to one day finish what their ancestor started. Everything changed when the ancient Abyssal Titan began to stir beneath the continent. As the colossal creature shifted in its slumber the earth cracked open and ancient monsters crawled up from forgotten caverns and buried ruins. Forced into an uneasy alliance while fighting those horrors side by side, Lucien finally learned the truth. Many of the demons his family blamed on Seraphina and her father had never served them at all, but were simply rogue monsters rising from the depths of the Titan's domain.
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Seraphina lifted off the ground, her arms wrapped beneath Lucien’s armpits as she struggled to hold him close. Her nearly barrel-sized breasts pressed heavily into his back, each breath hitting the back of his neck as her chest heaved with the effort. The wind tugged at his cloak and hair while the spires of the castle shrank below them. Even as she carried him with apparent grace, he could feel the strain in her movements, the way her muscles tightened with each wingbeat, and the heat of her exertion pressed warmly against him.
When she finally set him down on the castle’s balcony, she leaned against the brick railing, her body trembling slightly as she caught her breath. Lucien’s eyes immediately took in the sheer size of her chest, the curves swelling far beyond anything he had ever seen. He remembered the Graveyard Colossus they had just slain, a monstrous titan risen from centuries of restless souls buried beneath the earth. Its immense body had contained hundreds of trapped spirits, each one released when they destroyed it, and Seraphina had absorbed them all. That power always settled in her chest, leaving her curves swollen and impossibly full until she had time to fully absorb them. Every inhale and exhale she drew made her body move in ways that left him mesmerized. Even after all the battles they had fought together, this was different. The combination of her strain, the weight of the countless souls she had consumed, and the way she pressed against him made it impossible for him to look away. He noted every detail, from the rise and fall of her chest to the faint flush coloring her cheeks, and felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the cold night air.
Seraphina straightened slightly, brushing a stray lock of white hair from her face as she leaned gracefully against the brick railing. Her breathing was still heavy, but she lifted her chin and let a composed expression settle over her features. The queen of this castle had to remain poised, even after carrying a fully grown hunter across the sky. Lucien watched her carefully, noting the way she tried to mask the effort in her stance and the faint tremor in her hands that betrayed the strain of her recent exertion. “You may take one of the guest suites for the night,” she said, her voice smooth and controlled, carrying the authority of the lady of the castle. Her words were elegant, almost formal, but the faint blush on her cheeks and the subtle swell of her chest betrayed the effort she had just exerted.
Lucien’s eyes couldn’t help but linger despite the courtesy she offered, and he realized that even as she spoke like the queen of legends, the tension in her body and the warmth radiating off her made the moment far more intimate than any polite invitation could suggest. He wasn’t content with her offer. Acting without thinking he stepped closer to Seraphina, placed a hand on one of her bare shoulders and spun her around so that she was facing him. Gently yet forcefully he pushed her back causing her back to hit the cold stone bricks of the castle’s walls.
“Wh- what do you think you’re doing?” The Vampire Queen’s normally composed voice came out as a squeak as she tilted her head back to look up at Lucien. The moonlight caught in her wide eyes, reflecting a shimmering blue against her red pupils and as she stood in front of him, mouth slightly ajar and lips barely trembling she saw something change in Lucien’s eyes. The normally tired, apathetic brown eyes of the hunter stared intently into hers and for some reason she dared not move.
Lucien leaned forward pressing her swollen bosom into the underside of his chest. They squished between them, pressing upwards and nearly spilling out the top of Seraphina’s already ill-fitting dress. As he leaned in close he placed his left hand flat against the brick wall right beside her head and felt her breathing hasten through the mounds of womanly flesh pressed into him. “You know…” With his free hand he lifted platinum strands of hair off her face and tucked it behind her long vampire ears. He couldn’t help but softly smile and let a puff of air escape his nose as the pale skin on her face and ears turned a vibrant red akin to the ruby amulet that sat nestled between her breasts. “… I was thinking I could, if you don’t mind, join you in your quarters tonight?”
Seraphina found herself unable to answer, frozen in place as both her mind and heart raced within her. Her face radiated an intense warmth which was made more apparent by the cold air of the night nipping against it yet it was nothing compared to Lucien’s touch on the side of her face. It was like hot coals searing into her skin and all the while Lucien never broke his gaze into her eyes. “M- my quarters? Don’t be ridiculous! What would the people back in your village think?”
“That wasn’t a no. Plus,” he removed his hand from the side of her head, “aren’t you curious how good these things feel?” He slipped his right hand underneath her breast,cupped it in his palms, lifting it to feel its hefty weight press against his hand. As his fingers sunk into the soft expanse of her chest Seraphina stiffened her back and pressed her chest upwards and forwards further into Lucien.
“Mmm~” Seraphina bit her lip, stifling the gasp as best she could. “They do feel… rather swollen…~”
“I could help with that.” Lucien’s soft smile widened before he pushed off the wall, bent down, swept Seraphina off her feet, and began making his way to her bedroom. As he walked he kept glancing down at the Vampire Queen. She held her hands close to her body, resting her clenched hands on her collarbone. She held her head tilted away from him but the vibrant red ear pointing towards him told him all he needed to know. His eyes wandered down her body and settled on her chest. They threatened to spill out from her dress but with her arms across her chest she held them at bay. Even then each step he took caused them to bounce, wobble, and jiggle in an alluring manner which mesmerized him and he couldn’t wait to get her into bed so that he could fully explore their plush goodness and the rest of the Vampire Queens soft body.