The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 109: How My Dragon Wife Devoured Me Whole (And I Loved It) (R18)

Chapter 109: How My Dragon Wife Devoured Me Whole (And I Loved It) (R18)

"Mmm...mmm..."

Demond’s breath hitched, her robes were half-undone, as the Dragon’s scaled arms felt up to her gardens.

Adrei leaned back and smiled. Squeeze, squelch, pull. Familiar sensation. Familiar whimperings.

They needed no words except a willing submission and a satisfactory dominance.

The cherry was scratched back and forth as Adrei watched Demond writhe under her. The messy robe portrayed the Witch as an innocent maiden and the Dragon as the pillager of that innocence.

Another pull. Another gasp. And the tongue invaded her.

Lips smacked together to form a sweet melody, wet softness melting together, splashing a comforting melody that echoed in each other’s souls.

Amid this blessed intrusion, a name called out.

"Adrei..."

The Dragon tongue shivered, before protruding deeper.

Not enough. Until she could bury the passion in her chest and mouth, until her very soul was smothered by her passion, every bit of her wife must be tasted thoroughly.

More squeezes. More kisses. More gasp. More lips smacking.

The Dragon finally pulled away with a smirk, towering over the blushing, panting Witch.

The string of saliva attached fell smoothly on the Witch’s robe, onto the garden she had yet to taste.

"Want it?"

"I do....."

Adrei shuddered as she stared into the Witch’s teary eyes.

"How honest..."

She would like her to beg for more, but for now-

She leaned down and kissed around the right cherry.

A yelp. A startle.

Adrei smirked as she licked around the cherry, moistening the sweet fruit’s garden.

A chuckle. A tickle. A soul sunken in a tickly pleasure.

Squeltch, Swirl. The entire garden was watered with her saliva.

Harvest readied.

The tongue swiped up the fruit.

"Hic!"

The Witch’s tear dropped. A warmth. A chill? She couldn’t tell as her garden was grasped again.

And the teeth sank into the Fruit.

"Hic! Hm..."

Her lips desperately closed.

Nip. Pull. A few licks in between. Then a bite.

A gentle, comforting sensation, as if afraid to hurt the honeyed plant.

"Adrei...Adrei..."

The Dragon’s teeth clattered before opening wide.

And her lips dug into her chest.

Sparks flew. Cries echoed. The Witch’s hand hesitated before pulling Adrei further.

Bite. Bite. Just more bite. It is as if her very essence was ravaged by a beast, the few nips and licks in between toying with her as a prey.

She was her prize, and she reveled in it.

The Witch tugged her hair, pulling her in as her hips buckled. The captor wished to feel more violated, wanted, and loved.

And with a plop, the Dragon separated away, lips a hair’s breadth away.

She changed her mind.

"Want more?"

The Witch desperately nodded, the cavern below threatening to spurt out another spring.

"Put your hands aside so I can have a good look, my wife."

Demond blinked, shedding tears of humiliation.

Her hands let go of the Dragon’s hair as they raised to her pillow.

Her hips bucked, her eyes glimmered with want, and her lips opened.

"Please...Adrei..."

Please...please...?

The husband felt as if something snapped.

Adrei plunged into her other garden, her lips tasting the honeyed sweetness as the Witch cried and begged.

Demond’s hands clawed at the pillow, her hips danced a rhythm along with the squelches from the Dragon’s teeth and tongue.

Her other garden was grasped, both indulging in the same ferventness she shared with her husband.

Squeltch. Bites. Nips. The forbidden fruit was tasted in many ways.

Until the Dragon groaned. And she ripped off the robe altogether.

Cries muttered. Dragon’s teeth dug in again, this time on both her chests.

Demond moaned for more, scale hands clasping and squeezing mid-bites.

Her clothes were torn. The last shred of her dignity was peeled away.

She had everything to fear, yet none to fear at the same time.

Adrei’s hand snaked around her back before pulling her further in, the teeth sinking in further if that’s even possible.

More squelches. More gasps. The Witch’s body dangled, her hands bare, clutching to the mattress.

Marrionetted. Puppeteered. Her soul felt melded for the Dragon’s pleasure.

One of the Dragon’s hands slid down, grasping her bumps.

Squeeze. Nip. Squeeze. Bite. Squeeze. Slurp.

Her hips bucked back and forth, every motion satiated in a cycle of a never-ending submission.

The Dragon smirked, before tiny heat surged in the scaled palm and her tongue.

The Witch gasped further. Her clarity surfaced before tugging back in by another squeeze, another bite.

The Dragon’s glorified magic, used to warm the touches and bites to claim the Witch further.

Demond only found more arousal at the irony as her hips buckled for more.

The passion died down a little as the Dragon pulled away once again, draconic eyes raising to observe any resistance.

The Witch noticed her concern, as her lips darted out like a chick.

And without hesitation, the Dragon’s lips smashed into hers.

No tongue. Just two lips smacking each other, seeking comfort as the Witch’s hand moved to the back of the Dragon’s head.

A moment of solace. Of peace.

A plop. The Dragon glanced, the Witch nodded.

A smirk. The Dragon turned the Witch around, her back now faced her scaly chest.

The Witch glanced down. Her gardens were full of bite marks and saliva.

"Demond."

Her pillager whispered.

And the Witch closed her eyes.

Dragon cackled, before her teeth sank into her shoulder.

A yelp. Not enough.

The scaled finger found the fruit in the cavern below, squeezing it like a pair of chopsticks.

Not enough.

The Dragon’s head moved between her armpit, her hand snaking around to grasp her garden.

Adrei pulled it before her tongue darted for both her armpit and breast.

"No-no...!"

Squeeze. Squelch.

The fruit below cracked with pleasure.

Her garden was found to be soaked with her sweat and the Dragon’s saliva.

Sullied. Dirtied.

"Please...Adrei...don’t..."

For the first time, Adrei did not respect the Witch’s wish.

The smell of sweat and the skin was too potent, the taste was too intoxicating.

The cavern below sang the same pleasure. The Dragon smirked, knowing the Witch only felt more aroused by her unexpected act.

The pride surfaced and sank with each squeltch, each squeeze. Consciousness and morale wavered with each splurt of water.

There was no more Witch or the former old mage. Only a Dragon’s pet that was used for her amusement.

Then her breath hitched, the springly cavern twisting on itself, gnawing away her sanity.

And with a final bite, a final squeeze, the cavern collapsed and spewed a river.

The mattress below dampened with each drip, the sweats threatening to freeze as the Witch’s magic leaves.

Demond wished to cry, yet even her teeth glittered frost instead of liquids, as her hips buckled more into the Dragon’s touch.

More spring waters were squeezed out of her, prolonging the devastated sensation.

The Dragon raised her lips to peck at her neck, a silent gesture of apology as the splurges began to die down.

Gasp. Cries. Whimpers.

The Witch’s exhausted frame leaned back onto the Dragon, her eyelid attempting to blink out the ice.

She felt so thoroughly, utterly owned.

Yet she must confess...

She couldn’t hate the feeling.

"Demond?"

That didn’t mean she was not slightly angered, though.

She glanced down at the bite marks, then the sweaty side of her breast.

Full of saliva. Full of her own...own-

"Adrei..." She breathed, blushes practically blemishing all of her expression. "Something to say?"

"I’m...sorry?"

"Don’t be..."

Then the Witch turned and pushed the Dragon onto her back.

"My wife?"

Demond straddled Adrei’s hips, her eyes darting to the clothed Dragon.

Her cavern still sang a fountain of wants.

"Rather than...apologising..."

She collapsed into the Dragon, groping her husband’s breasts.

"Just do it again without shame...idiot..."

A declaration that she simply won’t mind the Dragon’s antics.

The Dragon chortled. "You enjoyed it?"

"...I wouldn’t ask for more, I didn’t."

A pout. A grope.

"Thank you, my wife." Adrei petted the Witch’s hair.

"Enough."

Demond squinted before pecking her husband’s cheek.

How did Adrei do it? The Witch’s lips shivered before kissing her husband’s brow, then her closed eye, then near her lips, then...finally-

Their lips met each other again. Gently. But with more confidence.

Tongues danced a ballet only for them both, sparkles cackling in both’s heads.

Adrei flipped the Witch onto her back, lips still syncing.

She pulled away to admire her wife once again.

The icy diamond eyes above blush...too beautiful, too pure for an honourless peacekeeper like her.

Yet it is what aroused her further, for it will be only her that taints that pureness with desires.

She grasped her wife’s breast.

A whimper.

She pecked at her wife’s neck.

A gasp.

Every gesture was answered by another, as she licked the icy sweat off.

As expected, however...

Adrei kissed her lips again. If the cherries below tasted pure sweetness with some sourness from the sweets, the lips that mixed the Witch’s tears were the true desserts.

It was the first spark under a new dawn that set their desires aflame, and she would make sure that first spark would never fade from their memories.