The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 97: Sharing a Smoke With My Dragon Wife is Weirdly Intimate?!

Chapter 97: Sharing a Smoke With My Dragon Wife is Weirdly Intimate?!

"...my hips hurt..."

"Do you need a massage, my wife?"

"Just...give me a smoke..."

As Demond sprawled on Adrei’s pillows, Adrei chuckled as the ashes gathered within her fingertip for a cigarette before sipping it into the Witch’s dried lips, the witch accepting it with a familiar hum.

"I must say...I never feel like myself when I’m with you." The bare Witch sighed a puff of smoke, the smoke lingering just like the question dangling in her mind. The smoke merged with the frozen scenery, now basking under the rising moonlight, poured a serene vagueness into the Witch’s pooled mind.

"If that would offer you any comfort, I find myself the same." Adrei chuckled as she hugged the Witch tighter. "Perhaps fate allows us respite not to expose our true selves, but to exchange decades and differences for our eventual reunion."

"How romantic. Does that mean my old man self would be completely erased in favor of being your wife?" The Witch smirked, her cheek leaning into Adrei’s body.

"I would claim not. And I would hope not." Adrei tapped and tickled the Witch’s cheek. "I wish to enjoy your grumbling side a little more, my wife."

"...cheeky." Ashes dripped from the Witch’s grumbling lips onto the Dragon’s scaled body, a comforting tickle that the Dragon’s steamed skin would love for more.

"Indeed. Don’t you already claim you are mine forever and ever more?" Adrei tightened her grasp on the Witch, as a Queen would on her beloved. "My witch. My wife. I would act as cheeky as you allow me to be, for within this moonlight, I alone will also forever remain as yours truly."

The Witch blinked, and her lips also gaped as she sighed, nuzzling into the Dragon’s touch. "I never claim I hate it...just, just that...I still need some time being flirted with and all, you...?"

"Hehe, I’m glad then that I prove to be a sizable ’difference’ in your life that you would need to be used to."

"Shut it and conjure a bedsheet for us, will you?" The Witch pinched the Dragon’s cheek, pouting. "I am shivering from all the cringey flirts you are throwing at me."

"Alright, alright." Adrei chuckled again, and with a swing of her palm, a bedsheet fluttered before enshrouding them, the simple white fabric glowing against the pure ice and the gloaming moonlight.

Weirdly, the Witch heaved a relief as Adrei proceeded to conjure up nice pillows under their heads, and....Alice’s ice is the glittery mattress.

Believe it or not, because the magic’s inherent freezing against time itself, all senses that touched upon the ice were numbed and were only attracted to the coolness and freshness from Alice’s mana, and the smooth surface without edges only served as a nice replacement for a soft mattress.

Had her daughter known her ice was sufficiently recycled into sleeping pallets, she would stomp her feet again on Yasen’s face, pouting.

The Witch giggled as she buried herself into the Dragon’s scaled embrace, the intimacy after the aftermath a comfort she had long been used to, as the smoke bud glinted glimmers of her embered tenderness against the Dragon Queen’s scale.

"Demond." Adrei slid her finger across the Witch’s cheek before slipping the fingers onto the cigarette. "Time to sleep without your cigarette, my love."

"Well, color me surprised. I actually...forgot." The Witch’s blushing cheeks heated her out of the trance, before her husband plucked the cigarette off with a smile.

"My love, do you enjoy the smoke more than our union, perhaps?" A smirk curled up on the Dragon’s lips as the Witch sneered.

"That is that, and this is this. Don’t compare the two ’cause I’m not stupid enough to fall for tricks." The witch groaned, a tinge of regret smoldering within her chest for missing warmth. Is it...from...

The Witch’s gaze darted to the cigarette in between Adrei’s fingers, then to Adrei’s lips, before humming out her confusion.

She thought deeply about it. Adrei chortled at the silly cuteness before an idea peeked out from her head.

So the Dragon took in the cigarette Demond smoked with her lips, as the Witch watched frowning, the dried lips and and the cigarette meeting as the Dragon huffed in, before puffing out the smoke.

The smoke once again hoisted solemness above chasted ice, under the well-lit moonlight, then with a smirk, the Dragon’s lips leaned in and kissed the witch who yelped in response.

Ashed sweetness and nicotine, two of her...reluctantly, favourite flavours melding together to form an addictive cocktail. The Witch’s tongue darted just as the Dragon’s did, their tongues glistening with parched smoke, ice, and flames in the ethereal forest.

Then, as they parted, a glowering thread linked the trance together, their lips still at a hair’s breadth as the Witch gasped.

"Now, can you still distinguish between the two flavours?"

The Witch gritted her teeth, the lingering glints of poisoned ambers clinging to the surface, forever staining her perception between both.

This cunning dragon...she wants her to smoke every time thinking about her kiss...

The Witch puffed out her embarrassment, two bloated apples sweetened on her cheeks before she swiftened and turned away from Adrei. "I’m sleeping!"

Can you, though? After what happened tonight? Adrei almost cackled out, her claw itching to grasp the witch into her shape again, before she merely leaned in and pecked...onto the red teeth mark that bared the Witch’s neck, the mark of passion, the mark of ownership.

"Sleep well, my wife."

Respecting the distance, Adrei drifted off to the side before sleeping on her pillow, their backs facing each other again like old couples who had just argued.

The Witch’s breath hitched on itself, her frosty fingertip stretched and closed in the empty air over the lack of embrace, the lack of warmth, the lack of safety as she surrounded by surrene ice of her daughter.

She curled up on herself. This is merely one night, she retorted. She didn’t behave so clingy like this....

And yet, her body ached to slide upon the Dragon’s scaled back again, as her thighs were the only haven she could hug.

Perhaps next time, she could gather up the courage to hug her. Hehe...she does sound young again, doesn’t she?

Mocking to herself, the brittle witch with her brittle solace closed her eyes, except the solace was unwarranted.

For in this eternal forest, beside her lay an unwanted, an unmannered pervert, yet also an eternal partner, her ice would forever melt with.

Perhaps this is vulnerability, yet the iced wind merely snuffled worn, steady echoes in their breathings, for a winter fairy casting its blessing under the moon’s luminous choir.

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"...hm. Man, I’m really glad I at least learn a bit of the basic from how to control my manas."

"My Hero?" The Queen tilted her head, her steady steps falthering with a frown as she watched the...bloods dripping from the hero’s nose. "What are you peeking at?"

"Pee-peeking?! Absolutely not!" The nosebled hero swung her head aside. Yes, she totally respected privacy, just as the Witch told her to.

"You are asking for another punishment again, aren’t you?" The Queen cackled as the Hero’s ear curled up on themselves, the word punishment basically meaning another puppy’s ’push and pull’ at this point.

Yet perhaps...her memories drifted back to the heated exchanges, and to the colascing paleness that was the surreal scenery of her new...parents, she gazed back to the dangling moon, the blue eyes shimmering a sparkle she wished to grasp within herself.

Yeah, maybe it wasn’t so bad to have two cute and hot mothers after all...the winter fairy giggled among herself, as she followed once again with the Queen’s footsteps, her feet now finally lighter as if a newfound resolve lit inside her.

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