Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls

The Hall of the Star Veil was the largest in the palace - perhaps the largest on the entire continent. Over two hundred meters long, its walls did not touch the ceiling, which was lost in a starry vault of living magic. Permanent conjurations created moving constellations that criss-crossed the space above, while ethereal crystal chandeliers floated in the air, flickering with silver flames.

Kael entered in silence, and at the same moment, a wave of movement swept through the central corridor.

Maids appeared as if they had sprung from the walls, arranged in impeccable rows along the side walkways. Each one bowed slowly, in perfect synchrony, their heads lowered towards the black marble floor with golden veins. Not a whisper was heard.

Kael stopped, surprised.

There were dozens of them and they all wore refined variations of the Court's ceremonial uniform. The clothes, although modest at first glance, showed off their curves with an almost provocative aesthetic care.

The bodices were tight, wrapped in magical lace that shimmered with charms of protection and beauty. The skirts, divided into floating layers, revealed thighs partially covered by enchanted garters of magical security. The long, knee-high boots in black salamander leather completed the figure with an aura of servitude and lethality.

Despite the visual appeal, there was something almost... ritualistic about it. As if, more than sensuality, they were presenting the new lord with an ancient structure, a reverence inherited from the ages.

Kael walked slowly, watching them. And feeling, with each step, the pressure of the magic in the air grow.

Someone was approaching.

The hall seemed to stretch, as if time were faltering. Until an overwhelming presence struck him from behind. It was no ordinary sensation. It was pure majesty. An aura so powerful that it made him instinctively stop.

His heart raced.

He felt a shiver run down his spine. A chill in his hands. And yet there was no fear. There was... respect. There was something ancestral there. Something bigger than him.

He turned around slowly.

And there she was.

Eleonor Scarlet.

The Witch Queen.

His grandmother.

The woman walked slowly down the center of the hall, as if each step was in harmony with the universe itself. Her long, red hair flowed in perfect waves down to her waist. Her skin was as pale as ancient ivory, and her eyes... ah, her eyes - were a magical gold so deep that they seemed to pull the soul into another dimension.

She was wearing something completely different from what Kael was used to. It wasn't the old training tunic or the ceremonial robes of magical councils. She wore a regal, seductive and audacious outfit - like a fusion of mastery, beauty and mystical authority.

Her body - which was nothing like a grandmother's - was slender, curvaceous and strong. The dress was made of vivid Black Moon silk, clinging to her body, with slits that exposed the sides of her waist and a generous neckline, supported only by runic charms. The sleeves came down to the fingers, but left the shoulders bare. A deep slit revealed her left thigh, covered only by a silver charm that snaked like a sleeping dragon.

It wasn't ordinary. It was ravishing.

It was the kind of presence that silenced the world around it.

Kael couldn't react for a few seconds.

"...Grandma?" he managed to say, in a low, incredulous tone.

'Grandma's a bitch, that woman's wearing a seductive outfit to fuck you at the first opportunity. Umbra said, appraising Eleonor. 'Or him to fuck her. Ahri replied.

Eleonor smiled. Not a motherly smile, but something full of charm, power and a touch of dangerous mischief. Her heels - made of the same crystal that supported the Watchtower - touched the ground without a sound.

"You've grown much stronger, my Darling," she said in a low, melodic voice, like a whispered spell. - You're more handsome than I expected.

"D-Darling?" He stammered, after all... where he came from, Darling meant a lot of things like darling, but... it also meant a lot of passionate things that lovers said...

She smiled, only to shake her voluptuous body a little and say, "Yes, you're my Darling."

[Resonance with Hunted Soul reacting]

Kael snorted, uncomfortable.

"You... look very different." His eyes tried not to stray to the dress, but failed miserably. "Have you always dressed like this?"

"Of course not," she replied with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with ancestral mischief. "I would never dress like this for anyone other than my dear Kael."

Kael took half a step back, as if his brain was trying to calculate the safe distance between him and... that human-shaped hurricane. But it was too late.

Too late.

With the grace of a queen and the strength of a colossus disguised as a woman, Eleonor took the last few steps forward and embraced him with overwhelming intensity, pulling her grandson straight into her lap.

"Mum, stop, stop, stop!" Kael tried to resist, but the movement was irreversible.

And then, with the muffled sound of a "pof", he was swallowed entirely by the Witch Queen's gigantic breasts.

The hall, silent and full of maids in perfect formation, seemed to freeze in time. A magical butterfly, flying carefree through the air, stopped in mid-flight, as if it too had been shocked.

Kael waved his arms in vain, his voice muffled:

"MPHFFF- I... can't... breatheAAAAHHH!!!"

Plof!

One of his legs fluttered out of the embrace like a white flag in the middle of the sexiest battlefield the kingdom had ever known. An enchanted grimoire fell out of his bag with a "tum", as if he had given up too.

Eleonor smiled as if she were just watering the garden.

"Ahhh, how you've grown... so cute! You pulled me so much to Elion. But do you know what else? The stubborn way. Just like mine, my little scarlet sweetheart!"

Kael managed to free his face for a moment, his hair disheveled, his eyes wide and red, panting like he'd just come out of a storm.

"!!!" he gasped. "That's attempted murder by... drowning in breasts!!!"

"That's silly, Darling," she said, stroking the top of his head with the tenderness of an ancient dragon playing with a fox. "That's just ancestral affection in its coziest form."

Kael tried to let go once more, but Eleonor just reinforced the hug.

"I can't resist my cute little grandson after all these years!"

From the top of the hall, the maids - still motionless in formation - looked at each other in silence, some clearly trying to hold back their laughter. One of them let out a slightly muffled "Kyaa~".

Across the hall, a stone gargoyle that never moved slowly turned its head in shock.

And Kael... well, he gave up.

He simply let his arms fall beside his body, sinking into the most luxurious biological pillow the magical world knew. A small accompanying spirit floated up beside him and said, "Are you... well, master?" Ahri asked.

"I think I'm dying... but in a strange way... too comfortable..." Kael replied, with a thread in his voice.

After long seconds - perhaps minutes - Eleonor finally moved away, leaving Kael standing again... or at least trying to. He stumbled a little, his face still as red as an enchanted apple.

"Don't ever do that in public again... for the love of the nine circles." he muttered, trying to regain his composure.

"Right, right, calm down, let's talk in my chambers," she said smiling, "we have a lot to talk about, right?" She smiled.