The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 53: Oily Shadows of an Old Friend

Chapter 53: Oily Shadows of an Old Friend

"This coincidence is so harsh I can’t even laugh out loud..."

"Indeed." Adrei nodded, before staring at the side on Demond’s own cherries. "Indeed it is harsh."

"Oi, keep looking and I will burrow an ice cavern in those eyes, you hear me?" Demond narrowed her eyes as her waist tried to sidestepped the glance, only to meet equally hungry hands that curled up slightly below her mountains.

"I’ve been thinking, we could have the chance to take some time off one another, you know?" The husband, ever the professional pervert smirked once again, the joking tone a mere disguise for the dragon queen to devour nature’s sweetness.

"Focus, Adrei." Demond’s narrowed gaze turned to a slit as she hand-chopped Adrei’s head with a plop on the golden locks. "The entire town is at stake, and the last thing we should do is idle around when we shouldn’t."

"Of course, yet the town should not come at the expense of my wife’s...frustration." The golden eyes shifted upwards, this time on the witch’s lips.

"If the peacekeeper can’t keep her robes tugged tight, I might have to cool the bottom for you, literally." A slit-eyes to a scowl, a silent admonishment for her reckless joke.

"Hehe, then," the hungry serpents slitered further onto her back, as Demond’s widened eyes met the dragon’s in a hair’s breath, before she leaned in to her ears, hot wetness steaming into her ear. "Shall we leave all the fun till our marriage night then?"

A shudder sent Demond tumbling her toes in turmoil, the earlier ’tickling’ session never ceasing to haunt her. She forced her eyes a glare, yet the dragon pulled back as her scaled nose brushed her own like a tail, a silent glea that resembled the witch’s strangely rekindled flames of desire. If only she’s the one who still has a third bone.....her hazy eyes glanced away, nodded, before uttering a declaration.

"So...what do we actually do? Uh, shall I give you my viriginity?"

"Ah, but that would spoil the fun, won’t it?" Thrills flared up in the dragon’s chest, the drumming heartbeats mirroring the witch’s. "Let’s see...I do not wish to hurt you while you’re not ready, so how about the little flower on the edge of your cavern?"

"...you’re so cheesy at such-such weird spot..." The witch clattered her teeth as steams that melted her icy sanity threatened to burst out, as she took a deep deep breath, resorting to even coat her lungs with glitters of manaed ice, yet the redness of the cheeks helped with her ’honesty’ as she muttered. "Alright....just the marriage night, right?"

"Exactly, marriage night."

The dragon chuckled before thumbing her lips, the centre warping into an ’o’ as the nail scathed a tingly sense, before she tickled the entrance that she threatened to slither, the hunger in her eyes never left, the witch’s quivering never ceased, the desires to devour each other never crave more than any time before.

The witch settled down as Adrei finally pulled away, heaving a sigh of regrets and slight humiliation from the Witch. Enjoying the cuteness that came with taming a Demond, the Dragon set off to the coffee shop with the witch’s nodded head in tow, her bare steps leaking icy trails, the pureness belying the flares in her uncontrolled frustration, and also embarassment.

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"Welcome! Oh." An purple, twin-tail elf with sharp red eyes gazed upon the newly visistor, the visage of gold and white painted the oak woods flairs this coffee shop would love to embrace. "Adrei the Peacekeepr Dragon! And I believe....who? Anyways, welcome to my shop!"

"You recognise this form?" A cautious glint of bloodlust seeped the corner of her eyes, as they darted towards Demond. Yet Demond merely frowned, either unsure of her vision or found herself a strange pull towards the elf girl, before hesistating and shaking her head, yet the tug on her sleeves suggested suspicion.

"Your human form might not be well-known, but....loading....the capital has photos of you before in a newsapaper!" The elf raised her hand as if to slap out the burst of youthful energy. "Now, please find a seat in this humble shop. we have only one customer here so make yourself comfortable!"

How...uncomfortable. Adrei the diplomat frowned the girl’s energeticness rather forceful, the smell of expresso mixing with the wood charmed a rhyme for a warm embrace, an allure this shop uniquely offered along with this girl’s overwhelming welcomeness, like an open bear trap that smelled of honeyed giggles.

...is this Manasseh’s disguise? Adrei frowned as her claws darted out, ready to tear away at the girl’s disguise. Her irises trembled of a coming ragnorok that would pour over a mere coffee shop of this girl. Yet her eyes wavered with a squeeze on her wrist, the dragon’s eyes frowned, her claws retracting with a hint of coldness towards the ’unsuspecting’ elf, her eyes’ alaways widened, the curtain to her soul always opened, and she bared all to see, nothing to suspect.

"Come to think of it, we haven’t had a breakfast yet." It is Demond who broke the tension, her eyes darting around the elf, as not a tinge of colour could be found from her. Did she have it wrong? But...the red eyes that met her felt strange, like an abyss not of despairing touch, but a welcoming pull to a home she never knew of.

Demond’s eyes glanced around. One customer, she claimed? Yet there is none in this vicinity, none other than Adrei and her who stood before the elf with nothing but a curved lips. Is she lying? Is she hiding the ’customer’ somewhere? Or was she a stringed puppet that would cut loose her strings and sprawled towards them with jagged claws?

Demond gulped as she stared forward, her palm stretching out to form ice glitters for her summoned staff, a sense of danger blaring inside her like never before, yet it was not a danger of the unknown, but of a familiar, terrifying strength that once toppled the mountain in a single blow, before the elf suddenly clapped her hand, her eyes the same widenesss, the same abyss.

"Ah right! Since the two of you arrived, our customers must be extremely eager and excited to hear the news of our latest product!"

Latest product? Demond frowned, her eyes glistened with a cautionary interest as she faced Adrei who nodded together with her, before they shifted towards a table on the side, the elf’s abyss followed them as if to crack open their skull and sculp out all the little insides, as she merely promoted to no one but herself, a repeating parrot who chimed only for profits.

"Our latest invention was ’heart cookie’! Reveal unto your desire from the cookies to bind yourself to a memory with all of your bodily-"

"I say, you have been talking to yourself for a while, haven’t you?" As Demond sat down with Adrei, her gaze landed upon the ’elf’ once more, the mismatch of high pitch and business-like tone sounded of a untuned musicbox, and the uncanny drippiness that came from the gestures, or the lack of gestures from the elf, reminded her of an old friend with equally mismatching weapon and personality, and equally a fault within the <Motherbrain> system she used to listen to her ’faulty’ friend bragging.

And that high-pitch....drickled exactly like hers. The slight crackle of lips as she could not avoid speaking a high-pitched no matter the content, and abyssal eyes that threatened to suck out any and all lights from without her, and now....her nostrils heaved, this time, the smell of expresso was strangely oily, not from the tools but from the girl herself, her head untilted as she turned towards Demond. Abyss meets ice, except the ice remains unmoving, even slightly interested.

"Little brat, you’re an automaton from the Drowned City of Dwarven Sagas, aren’t you?"

The truth of that claim shattered even the abyss itself, as the girl’s pupils didn’t shutter, didn’t dilate, what comes instead, however, was a twitch, a crack, a slight tilt of the girl’s neck, as if this is her best ’attempt’ at a shock.

Right....she once mocked her like that too, all that was missing was a waraxe of Dwarven Metal. Demond smiled softly as she gestured towards the opposite, Adrei beside her blinked in confusion, before chuckling, allowing her wife to let loose herself in nostalgia.

The slight tilt of the girl finally straightened back, her silence at Demond’s invite for a seat marred a confusion, for someone to know her kins’ origins, then carved a realisation, for someone to know must mean she has contacted one of her kins. The thought process of the junked malware has never been so eagerly smooth, as the automaton, with her inability to nod, bowed instead, her high pitch afterwards finally reflecting an innocent honesty.

"I will bring some snacks and tea over, customers!"

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