My Hot Body, Vampire King’s Cold Hands Novel – “Uncle Magnus, I think there’s something really wrong with my tits.” After dinner, Uncle Magnus and I were sitting on the castle terrace, enjoying the cool night breeze. My eyes drifted, curious, from his open shirt to my own dress. His chest was smooth and pale beneath the black silk. My dress was stretched so tight across my tits it looked ready to tear. Why was his so smooth and flat, and mine so impossibly huge? The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed. My name is Peaches, and I’m eighteen. My parents passed away in a car accident when I was really young, and Uncle Magnus was the one who raised me. Uncle Magnus was the vampire King of the NorthLand and the lord of this castle.
He had always been the one to take care of me whenever I got sick, ever since I was a little kid. He never allowed me to call him “father”. Only “Uncle Magnus”. But over the past few years, my tits had just kept growing, bigger and bigger. None of the blood servants or other vampires had breasts anywhere near as big as mine. Something was seriously wrong. Whenever I’d try to ask them, they’d just give me knowing looks and whisper behind my back. I never understood why, and after agonizing over it for ages, I finally decided Uncle Magnus was the only one I could ask. When he heard me, Uncle Magnus completely froze. He glanced at my chest, but his eyes quickly darted away. Almost as though the sight had burned him. That was strange. I wasn’t the sun, or silver. Why didn’t he dare look at me? “Well, because you’re a girl and I’m a man. Of course, we’re built differently.” Uncle Magnus sounded serious, but I just felt like he was brushing me off.
“Then why did mine get so big? None of the blood servants have breasts like this! You don’t either, Uncle Magnus!” As I spoke, I hefted my breasts in my hands and leaned in close to Uncle Magnus, until they were almost shoved against his face. “And they’re always bouncing around—when I walk, when I breathe, when I lie down at night. I just want to cut them off!” The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became. Before they started growing, it wasn’t a big deal, but these past few years, these things had gotten bigger and bigger. Sometimes they hurt so much—swollen and tight, my nipples aching and throbbing against the sheets—I’d cried myself to sleep from the ache. They just constantly get in the way when I’m trying to do anything! They’re such a bother! “Pah! Don’t talk nonsense! You can’t just cut those off!” Uncle Magnus’s voice was gentle, but his eyes dropped to my straining bodice, hot and hungry.
I didn’t understand why Uncle Magnus was looking at me like that. But just being stared at by him, my breasts began to itch and ache. My nipples stiffened against the thin silk, so hard they throbbed with every breath. I was certain Uncle Magnus had noticed. He was staring without blinking at the two swollen peaks poking through my dress. “Ugh, it’s so frustrating! Uncle Magnus, the moment you stare at them, they start to itch! They get hard! I don’t want these!” The peculiar sensation left me utterly frustrated. I impatiently tore open the buttons of my collar. The bodice fell open, and my heavy tits spilled free, my stiff pink nipples bared to the night air. At the sight of them, Uncle Magnus’s blood-red eyes went wide, his gaze locking onto my bare tits.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his fangs lengthening past his lower lip. Then, his voice sharp, he barked, “Peaches…button up! Ladies don’t do that!” I pouted, annoyed. “Uncle Magnus!” I whined. “There’s no one else here! Besides, it’s been so itchy there for days—deep inside, too—I can’t stand it. Do I have some weird disease?” Disease? At my words, Uncle Magnus froze, a strange, hungry expression crossing his face. His reaction baffled me. Just as I was about to speak again, a sudden, hot pain shot through my chest. “Uncle Magnus! Uncle Magnus! Please, check my breast!” I cried. “It hurts so much! What’s happening to me?” Panicked, I tore my collar open wider, letting my two soft, pale tits spill fully into the cool night air, offering them up to him.
I was absolutely terrified. For days now, I’d felt this persistent ache in my chest. I’d figured it was an insect bite from the rose gardens. But now, it was getting worse! How could I not be scared? I knew there was a difference between men and women, but Uncle Magnus had raised me since I was a little girl. I’d never seen him as anything but family. “Uncle Magnus…” Seeing the heat in Uncle Magnus’s gaze, my cheeks flushed hot, and a strange wet warmth slicked the insides of my thighs. I dropped my head, clenching my legs tight together under my skirts to stop the throbbing between them. I felt like prey beneath his blood-red gaze.
As though he were about to bite into my throat and drink me dry. I heard him draw a deep, slow breath through his nose. Without meaning to, I pressed my fingers against the bare h