Dolce Torrona had something of a non-aggression pact with Kaishi Fukuyama, the Prince of Satorippon. While their bounty agency ensured them immunity from bounties being placed on their heads, that immunity was under the condition that they brought no harm to their fellow hunters and huntresses. In other words, if Kaishi or Dolce tried to hunt down the other, then they would open themselves up to having bounties upon their own heads – and the prestige of taking down either of those two would surely bring many a contender.

Of course, as far as the bounty agency was concerned, this only extended to Kaishi.

And as far as Dolce Torrona was concerned, Ami Fukuyama’s life ended the minute she had that wardrobe malfunction. For the most part, Dolce had done her best to contain herself on her visits to Satorippon, even if the people inhabiting it were so scrumptious-looking, the royal family being no exception. Even ones as big as Kaishi – indeed, the little scamp that was motorboating height compared to Dolce – were like bite-sized blood bags, packed dense with calories and magical energy alike. But when Dolce had been performing for King Fuyusuke’s hundred-and-third birthday, and the Queen had gotten to dancing, drunk on enough sake to leave her belly more bloated than just before she’d popped out Kaishi…

Well, that pretty little maroon yukata of hers slipped right from her shoulders, and her heaving chest was free and bare. Ami may have been petite compared to her sons, but it was hard to overstate the size of her bust. Each of her breasts reached down past the pinkette’s navel, so full and perky that her head could fit into them at least twice, and likely thrice. She didn’t notice, of course, and just kept twirling, jumping, jiggling, bouncing, sloshing around the dance floor. Without knowing it, Ami had stolen the show from Dolce.

Of course, that wasn’t why Dolce had decided to devour the Queen. Nor was it the fact that, all drunk and giddy, she straddled herself on Dolce’s lap and slurred along with her songs, leaning on her, wrapping her arms around Dolce’s waist, and squeezing herself so firmly against her that Dolce could feel the milk dribbling through her clothes and down her porcelain skin. No...It was just the fact that those tits, out and proud, sloshing, leaking, bouncing – they looked so appetizing.

That was all there was to it.

Dolce continued to entertain the guests even after the King, the Queen, and the Prince retired to their chambers, everyone else dropping one way or another – either leaving the palace, or just crashing on the floor for the butlers and maids to deal with. The late night and drink made for a quiet, slumbering palace – the perfect hunting grounds for a vampire like Dolce.

She had been in the palace many times, and knew her way around well enough to find the King’s and Queen’s royal bedchamber with no issue. The royal couple was deeper in Dreamland than a Waddle Dee, and that was just what Dolce wanted. They hadn’t even slipped themselves under the covers before going at it and passing out. The naked Fuyusuke’s prick was still semi-erect and leaking with seed, while Ami, still in that damn yukata (as much as she can be considered “in it” when everything above the hips was bare), slept with a chest bloated twice its prior size.

As if Queen Ami didn’t make Dolce hungry enough.

She took the Queen feet-first, giving her little toes a couple licks before sliding her lips around them. She was delicious, as Dolce expected. Dolce also found her nearly effortless to swallow. Her legs were impeccably smooth, and aside from her gigantic breasts, Ami's small body allowed Dolce to manhandle her with no trouble. Dolce pulled the Queen off the bed as she began to engulf the Queen's hips, tilting her head back and allowing gravity to aid her powerful throat.

She needed to use her hands in order to get past Queen Ami's tits. The further up the vampire swallowed, the heavier that giant rack sat on Dolce's head and shoulders. By the time she reached the Queen's underbust, all that tit weight made it feel as though the Prince had claimed Dolce's head as a throne.

All the more reason for her to get the lactating bovine queen into her gullet sooner rather than later. She could have made it work with enough finessing with her tongue and a lot of persistence. Ami's tits were certainly soft enough. But there was a certain satisfaction in taking a hold of Ami's head and tits, and roughly shoveling them into her cheeks like a chipmunk preparing for winter.

Her head vanished first, leaving just the Queen’s tits outside of Dolce’s lips, squeezed by her ravenous gullet as she gulped away. Between her groping hands and her tugging throat, Ami’s tits started to squirt with milk. It sprayed in jets, some landing on the wall, others on the floor, and a few of those streams of milk even marked the King, as if trying to alert him to their imminent plight.

But it didn't matter. A couple seconds later, and her nipples started to vanish into Dolce's throat. The vampire snapped her jaw shut, and with two more gulps, her belly bulged out with the shape of the busty queen. Yet, even as she rubbed her belly, already full from one Satojin, she eyed the other.

King Fuyusuke Fukuyama was quite unlike his wife and son in that he was an utter fucking fatass, in more ways than one. Not only did the King have a jiggly fat belly, but even for a Satojin, Fuyusuke was blessed with a particularly large rear end.

With his naked body asleep and vulnerable, that amazingly adipose ass was on full display, just asking for someone to touch it, hold it, squeeze it. And Dolce did just that, licking her lips as she took hold of his hips, whole hands sinking into the depths of his fat...And then she leaned down and started to wrap her lips around his ass. It took some maneuvering, including stretching her lips and jaw by hand in order to get that whole fucking shelf in her mouth, but it was worth it. His rump wasn’t quite as big as Ami’s rack—at least not after whatever had made her grow—but that didn’t stop him from being absolutely delectable.

Since she started with his most prominent asset, she had no trouble with the rest of him. Though chubby, he was flexible enough to be folded in half while Dolce made him the second course of her late-night snack, and hammered enough to not wake up the whole time. Even his face sliding along her tongue didn't make him stir. And just like that, Fuyusuke was condemned to his final resting place.

The vampire licked her fingers when she was done, getting one last taste of the royal family before leaving the room, and then the palace. It was as easy to leave as it was to come in. Nobody was sober or awake enough to question her, if they even noticed her at all. The size of her belly turned some heads as she walked the bustling streets of Nakato, but none stopped her as she went along. Surely, none suspected the royal couple had been sentenced to be buried together on her waistline.

She massaged her belly while she made her way back home, not subtle in squeezing the bulges formed by the curvaceous bodies of her prey. With a loud ggllrrrrrggngngnnllllrrpp~! Dolce’s belly kicked into high gear. The first thing it did was clench around Ami and Fuyusuke. “Nngghhh...!” She grunted, the sudden movement of her tummy causing her to bend forward and stumble as she walked. However, it soon passed, and she continued her journey as normal, now accompanied by the rumbles, glorps, bellows, and groans of an actively digesting stomach—and with them, the occasional hhuuoorrp and buuurrlch~ as her belly expended a little more of the royal couple’s preciously scarce air.

They would take a while to digest. Even for a vampire like Dolce, who indulged in live meals often, her stomach was designed to process liquid blood first and foremost. Even a single Satojin easily took a few days before all of their body was processed. But Dolce liked it that way. Having so much time to spend with a full, gurgling gut was a special pleasure, especially when the occupants of her belly were as important as the royal couple of Satorippon.

On the Mojie side of the portal, halfway between the portal itself and the train station Dolce was heading towards, there was a peacefully sleeping village. "Was" in the past tense, of course, because while her noisy gut was little issue, it was at this point that she let her loudest belch yet rip out from her lips. Loud enough to count as a minor earthquake, Dolce's gastric roar brought forth more than just noise and confused citizens. Something big and wet cut off her belch right at the end, gagging her. Attempts to swallow the mysterious thing back down told her it was soft, but not fleshy.

Unable to swallow it down, she quickly chose to get it out. Two fingers into her lips, pinching the soft thing, and then she pulled it up. Her eyes fell upon the whatever-it-was as she sputtered and coughed, and she shook the thing while trying to catch her breath. Though her digestive fluids seem to have muddied the colors, she could still make out the floral design, and the fact that it was made of fabric made it unmistakable. This was all that remained of Ami Fukuyama's yukata. Dolce grinned. It would make a wonderful souvenir, she thought, while giving another, much happier uurrrBelllcH~

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This was a commission from  The%20Saint%20of%20Ravens! They responded to an advertisement about getting a mawshot for Meskhenet, but since I already had an arrangement made by the time they contacted me, we changed plans a bit. It ultimately turned into a wing-it commission featuring Dolce, and Saint chose Ami to be the prey.

This drabble was just something I wrote on a horny whim because I haven’t done that sort of thing in a while. Decided to throw Fuyusuke in there, though, because her gut didn’t look quite big enough for one Satojin. They’re deceptively small, especially for someone as large as Dolce. (If and when he finds out, Kaishi is surely going to kill her or die trying.~) She looks like she’s melted the royal couple down a bit more in the picture, and started putting on weight – especially in those absolutely fucking scrumptious hips and thighs. Maybe this was just before she got home~? As for the yukata piece looking so wet...I guess she was sucking on it on the way back? It’s still full of that delicious Ami flavor, after all!

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