The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 96: Claimed in the Frozen Pond: The Dragon’s Wedding Gift (R18)

Chapter 96: Claimed in the Frozen Pond: The Dragon’s Wedding Gift (R18)

Adrei sunk into her wife’s lips, just as Demond’s sunk in with hers. They hugged each, sought each other, coiled into each other, for in this eternal iceland, only them will remain in the frozen passion.

Perhaps it is the proposal, or perhaps it is the fruit of having their loves confirmed in such idealised, dreamlike sequence, the Witch’s lips left the dragon’s as she peeked at Adrei, her wet robes in the cold water shuddering as she groped the collar.

Adrei widened her eyes as the Witch flung aside the hat, then the robe, the bare frame so smooth, so tender...so her claw quickly dug into her robe as she settled it aside to the pond, both their robes abandoned in the water as their lips crashed into each other again.

Lips against lips, cherries against cherries, fierceness against sweetness, all melded in the heated exchanges as their tongues darted for each other, their hands roaming behind each’s back, aching, itching, and etching into each other a frosted love, a heated passion.

The woods sang no requiems, the pond rippled no warcries, just two enemies of old ravaging each other for their greed, for their hunger, for their insatiable desire. Adrei’s hand crept from her wife’s back, her head leaning deeper as her tongue invaded her wife’s cavern, as her finger grasped her wife’s cherry.

The Witch’s eager hips strutted against the grasp, the carrass, the tickles, all tinging and molding her garden and fruit in a biotic mess of ravenous scatters, her mouth was a vehement mess as the Dragon’s tongue seeped, smacked and swirled, the embrace ever tightening for the each intense dance in the stage.

The possessive Tyrant’s daughter pulled the garden as the Witch yelped, the scaled arm still carrassing as her other arm reached into the water for the witch’s bum, toiling and toying into whatever shapes she desired.

The Dragon chuckled into the kiss as the witch whimpered, the wife’s cavern below constantly opened wide and closed forth, a spring that never could come so close yet could be, her water dripping down into the unfrozen pond, the glittery dust from Alice’s ice a scarring witness of their love affairs.

The Witch leaned more, her garden carrased more, her bum squeezed more, her tongue lashed more, and as the Witch muttered her husband’s name, the unshed tears drickling down to their kissing lips, the dragon groaned and traced the arm on her bum forward, as she reached for the cavern’s berrry dangled atop, ever ready for her first harvest.

The witch yelped as she cut off the kiss, her hips still buckling as her cherry was still being tickled, and she glanced down beneath the clear water, the ripples shrouding the nail that was touching upon the little berry.

The tears flowed again, the urge to keep her pride stayed afloat, yet it all melted as she met the resolute, tender amber eyes, promising of no harm but only pressure. And so, she nodded before she gasped into the nail’s touch.

As her cherry was plucked and gnashed, the berry atop the cavern was coiled, melded, and sullied within the water. At first, the witch whimpered as her thighs widened before clenching themselves as her hip slid along the fingers, one at her garden, one at her cavern.

Both fingernails cackled a stormy sea within the Witch’s drunken mind, her body now a ballet marionette that was strung along the Dragon’s touch, each of her whispers and whines complimented by each raise of her hips, ever desiring more.

And within the tornado of pleasure as her cherry was uprooted, her berry squeezed hard, a terrific shatter clashed within the witch’s cry, as she begged for a name.

"A-adrei...Adrei..."

The adorable call echoed in the Dragon’s ears as she faced her wife’s...no, her prey’s scarlet cheeks, her fingers never ceasing their advances and retreats as she stared at the juicy lips, before the Dragon’s lips crashed into hers again, the witch’s desperate arms wrapped around her husband’s head.

Their bodies now weaved into a crescendo of tranquility, a back-and-forth between a Dragon and her prey. The claws continued to scratch the fruits with fervent passion, their tongues danced an outcry of groans and whimpers.

There is always, always...something missing. One more tickle, one more grasp, one more tease, one more kiss, one more tear, the Dragon hungered for more, but...it was never enough.

She needed her witch to be hers, she wished to scorch the witch with her magic, her stamp of ownership.

So with a groan, she broke off the kiss before she turned the witch around, a whimper, a whine...her ears couldn’t care less as she groped the witch’s garden, carrassing it as the witch wailed as her other arm snaked down to her thigh, her nail trailing tingles with each grate the claw blazed.

Then the witch yelped as her thigh was scoped up, the first ripple echoing as her feet was dangling, and...her berry finally exposed to the cold air.

"Look below, my love."

The witch hitched her breath, her closed for a bit below looking downwards, the cavern’s fruit now exposed trembling, needing, craving, as the Dragon leaned in towards the apple-like cheek.

"Do you want for more?"

The ears drummed an unbearable tickles with the Dragon’s breath, as the Witch desperately nodded.

"Then promise me, my love."

The Dragon carrassed her chest as the Witch whined, her arm that scooped up the thigh now neared the cavern’s fruit that leaked juice, as the Dragon murmured an order into her very soul.

"Your eye must never leave my hand as I claim you, Demond."

At that moment, the dignity of the Witch finally snapped with a howl as her berry was claimed once more. Her garden was loved, cared for, and reshaped, as her berry was skidded and sheared by the Dragon’s finger. Her eyes, never leaving as she was claimed, squinted and widened, her voice was now of a sheep mewling to be violated more, claimed more.

Her thigh was entrapped, her hips was danced to a tune of the Dragon’s making, her back was sunken into the depths of softness that was from the Dragon’s...all of this...all of this was so unbearable....

Yet the witch felt belonged, felt wanted, as her dried tongue swayed in the air, her eyes never leaving as her fruits were sheated and remolded. The cold water that drowned her hips was her only solace until she realised the coldness was from her daughter’s, yet the guilt...

The guilt only bucked her hips more, for more....

"Good girl, Demond." The Dragon leaned as her fingers intensified their touches, her passion for the witch’s begging never ceased as the husband seethed out another order. "Now raise your neck."

The Witch finally closed her eyes at the humiliation as her neck arched before the Dragon’s teeth sunk deep into it, the honeyed bareness now unbearable to the Dragon’s lips.

Demond only sunk further into the twisted submission as her hips swayed, the fruits flickering statics and spirals by her finger, as even her shoulder ached for more pain by her husband.

May this...ballet dance never end, their souls forever interwined, and....the witch forever belonged to the Dragon Queen...

A silent vow screamed in the witch as springwater finally surged, as she screamed out her last pressure, the teeth seeping deeper into her flesh, the palm slumping constantly into her garden, as the finger plucking the leaking fruit.

The spring water heaved into the pond, the whimper non-ceasing as her body was bullied into the Dragon’s whim and gnash.

Then the spring finally dropped its last breath, the witch’s crying her last tear as she gasped for whatever desires still scoped up in the corner of her mind, as the Dragon’s arm let go of her thigh, before turning her shoulders around, as she crashed her lips into her wife’s again.

A kiss of vows, except there was no particular meaning. The duo just wishes to satiate their desires, their hungers, and their wish for dominance and submission.

Perhaps it would only be a respite of the journey, but there was no formula of ’perhaps’ within the exchanges of tongues and bodies mixing into the cauldron.

For in the end, their proposal marked a new Chapter for a new adventure, a new exploration, a new passion to seek for, and forever more.

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