The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 57: Can Vampires Kiss like me?

Chapter 57: Can Vampires Kiss like me?

"...ugh...ugh...."

"You need me to carry you again?"

"I would have frozen your hips myself to experience half of what I’m going through, Adrei. So no, let this old man walk!"

A familiar street passed through the duo, as Demond’s knees wobbled an unsteady beat as if her kneecaps were icicles that dripped from a dragon’s scorching heat, her robes dried after Adrei’s new groping session with heated palms. Adrei watched beside her with amusement, her own hips’ a volcano against Demond’s back bums that screeched distance loudly in her ears, as her wife elegantly sidestepped a ballet failure once when she offered to hug her waist.

"It’s curious how the cookie could have such a wondrous effect." The dragon Queen mocked with a smile with her hands behind her back, chests open for understanding, claws sharpened if there is any malice behind that mircale cookie of the automaton’s.

"If you’re thinking, no. That’s....ugh, I hate this so much, but yes, it works exactly as she’s said!" Demond swung her gaze to her husband, noticed the grin on her reddened cheek, before immediately groaning and pulling away. "556 like any ’flooded’ automatons cannot physically lie. An intentional programming from the <Motherbrain> for efficiency, s-so...."

"So you were really seeking my touch, Demond? I am honoured." The dragon husband humed a light tune; passerbys glancing curiously would have never suspected the Queen’s light syllables rooted from the dried palms in a certain Witch’s flavor.

"Yeah yeah, drive that in. As if I would have any dignity left..." The witch grumbled, her steps hardening against her bucking knees, her thighs gliding over one another like withered pillars from a dragon attack, literally.

Adrei knew not to push the buttons, so instead she resorted back to her curiosity. The Dragon’s silence back in the coffee shop drummed her heartbeat, this time of a slight irritation of being left out, as she inquired. "So, I knew of automatons’ ’flooded’ syndrome, but judging from her half-child state, it would seem difficult to conjure the...’heart cookie’, as she would put it."

"Because that’s <Undine> magic. Divinity of water that the Dwarven Automatons used to coorperate with, but now...." Demond’s eyes drifted to the swarming crowds, innocently piling upon each other just as the myraid of complicacies in the Automatons’ demises. "Well, let’s just say the <Motherbrain> and <Undine> no longer get along, deals broke down....and I met Zero and stuff. Long story, really."

"But to drag their own people into the mess? The <Motherbrain> must not be a wise ruler." Similarly, Adrei glanced at the crowd not of turmoil, but of a wise glint that came a Queen to the subjects below her.

"It is how it is. People relies on gods for various things like artifacts and...well runes, machines are the same." The witch met the indifferent eyes of the stranger, as if retelling thier ignorance towards the tales behind the Automatons’ demises.

"And vampires, too. Ha." Adrei chuckled out loud, a certain weeping, pathetic, red woman without a spine clashed over the wobbly whiteness that is her wife.

"Indeed. Well...La Llorona is...ugh, honestly she is really damn stupid. Sympathisable, but so actively an idiot even I laugh out loud at first." The witch sneezed a drunken tale when she would laugh with a priest from her party, weaves of history lessons coiling back to chatters between her and her husband.

"I’m inclined to agree." Adrei sighed, a longing gaze spelled towards the sky. "I annihilated my kind for peace and future. La Llorona did something similar, except she’s hesitant, afraid, willing to bow to others. Her curses towards her own kind to impair their abilities of speech and controls of mana....is so absolutely cruel for demons who only craved bloodshed."

"And they killed her outraged, predictable tale that you would have found in a Greek tragedy." Demond giggled, not out of fun, but of a smart reference to her old world. "Ah, Adrei...I’m so glad that even you found yourself disagreeing with her stupidity. Frankly though, vampires would have been much more troublesome without her, so I’m rather grateful."

Demond’s gaze then drifted towards the bearded man with his hammer and companions at the side, adventurers’ plates on his chest. She too killed many undead and vampires in the Dragonsong War, but she would have wished the leisure of hunting vampires instead of murdering them out of necessity instead.

"Maybe. Maybe not. It is said that she was the final evolution for the vampire to strife for, so maybe their potential ended there." Adrei’s non-chalent tone about the Vampire Soverign herself suggested strengths beyond measures....not by her measures, by the vampires’ measures, the former and latter’s difference is like between elephants and ants.

"Adrei...she fought the gods in the lost ages. Spare her some slack." The merciful tone would have had La Llorona weeping in gratitude if not for the snarky chuckle that followed.

"Then she’s one who knew not how to utilise her strengths well. Too caring for humanity yet unwilling to sacrifice any... the true martyr of idiocy." A harsh judgement was cast down as heavy as Adrei’s brow, as if humiliated that she found similarity between her as a peacekeeper and the vampire sovereign as a martyr.

"Idiocy that would have been appreciated in a fairy tale if not for her naivety that her breathens would turn on her just as she turned on them. How quaint, for a centuries-old vampire not to know exactly what would happen." Demond sighed as she glanced upon the crowd to find a certain redness. The phrase ’speaking of...’ didn’t arrive per her lips, a disappointment as much as how the vampire sovereign was blinded towards a lost cause from the very start.

"Fairy tale...mm." Adrei raised her claw to her draconic iris, the blood of her kins as if still fresh on her fingers, the lingering scent of iron sickening her stomach, even as she will confidently state without hesitation, that given another choice, she would not choose peace, but choose to slaughter them earlier.

"Adrei?" The slowing thuds of the dragon Queen shied her wife for a frown. "You...aren’t being sentimental now, are you?"

"Hm? No not really." The Dragon Queen blinked, not understanding the clamping clicks that came with the witch’s scowling smile.

"Remember, if you go like ’ah the blood is still fresh on me’, when you groped me a few minutes ago, I will become the next vampire soverign and painted your whole body red so that you would never think of silly things like this, you hear?"

The bizarre comfort that came with Demond’s cute brows pressing together widened the Dragon Queen’s lips, as she purred out a smile, before her arms opened.

"Ah! Hey, watch it!" Her hips buckled at the heightened sensitivity of the hug, the bout few minutes ago now draked a eternal flame on her iceberg-like tip from the bottom.

"Hm....you indeed are soft and sweet, my wife." Adrei chuckled as she hugged Demond closer to the familiar pillows she experienced not long ago. Gasping, yet no longer resisting, she sighed as she groaned into them, forgetting the leisure that came with a wife’s autonomy that could not come after satisfying her husband.

"Demond. I will never regret my decision, not the massacre, not marrying you. Please remember that."

The honey tenderness that drickled with each syllables sunk further than the pillows she leaned on, as the witch hid her blush between the valley, ignoring wanton jealous gazes as she nodded within them. Adrei chuckled as she allowed their ’alone’ moment, not even bothering with glaring against any bystanders that happen to intrude their moments either by passing or glancing.

"Seriously....of course I do. I am your...well, poorly consented wife after all." The hesitation in the tone did not mar her resolution, as Adrei gently tugged Demond’s neck to pull away, their gazes meeting each other, their lips still dried and needed sustenance, and so, their lips snacked on each other. A completed fullness, a completed vow, a completed reunion between ice and fire.

But here: Please remember that they were in the middle of the streets, and the coffee shops were two blocks away. And so, a duo that was of human and vampire quietly chewed away the cookie beside the window, perfect angle to witness upon glory of the dragon-witch combo, as the knightly naive romantic Selene was experiencing...existencial crisis, the chewing of her cookie in sync as if dreaming to pair with the couple’s kiss. One chew took away her pettiness towards Demond’s destruction of her beloved babies. Another chew surged a wondorous curiosity towards the manga-like forbidden love right in front of her. And the last chew and swallow were of her pride, jealousy, and finally lonliness sinking into her stomach, realising she really had no friends, boyfriends, or girlfriends for a dazzling experience such as this.

"Ugh...I feel like crying..." Unshed tears filled the knight with tears, as her meatshield opposite to her tilted her head in confusion, before chewing away the cookie like any normal person would.

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