The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today-Chapter 19: Wolf’s Pride, Dragon’s Vow, Witch’s Beginning (2)

The pixies fluttered back and forth, as the couple walked through the moonlit forest, their chattering curiosity trailing behind them like a ribbon of light. Demond's steps grew lighter, the frosty trail thinner, as Adrei's scales glinted with a soft glow of solace. The couple walked in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the rhythm of their movements in sync from years of unshared battles, untold stories, and unspoken understanding.

The wind blew through the trees with a cheerful sigh, carrying with it a sign of the clearing just up ahead. The witch's heart drummed in her chest as she recalled the countless mornings she had spent with Leona, watching the dawn break over the horizon from that very hill with the young Alice. The memory was bittersweet, but she pushed on, her hand finding its way to Adrei's scale-covered arm. The dragon looked down at her with a gentle gaze, the unspoken need for a companionship stronger than any words could ever convey.

The path converged as the trees grew sparse, revealing the clearing Demond had mentioned. The hill's peak lay before them, bathed in the soft light of the moon. The dragon felt a tickle in her chest as she saw the excitement in the witch's eyes, a hint of life returning to her weary soul. Adrei couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sight of the hill, as if it held secrets of joy and sorrow that only the two of them could unravel together.

The witch closed her eyes, her hand tightening around the dragon's arm. The wind sang of a chorus of memories, each note a drop of graced moonshot in her heart. The dragon felt the warmth of the witch's touch, the heaviness of her frosted steps and the promise of a new Chapter in their shared story. They began climbing the hill, their steps sure and steady, the night air crisp and pure with the scent of leaves and earth beneath the frosted path.

The pixies, whose home remained in the forest, watched the unusual sight of their two most fearsome yet loved figures walk away from the clearing. They giggled among themselves, the call of the leaves echoing their mirth. Grief is never rhymed in children's fairy tales, and the Pixies were the purest essence of those tales. Their laughter grew distant as the witch and the dragon climbed the hill, the moon's glow guiding their steps.

"May the moonlight shine everlasting, and the sun shall rise to meet us at dawn," Demond murmured as they reached the summit, the moon dangling on the horizon like a silver fruit ripe for the plucking. Adrei looked down at the witch, her eyes filled with a curiosity that transcended their usual fiery hue.

"Leona never told me much about the Frozen Night. Prideful as she always is, but she did say that this was where the gloriest battles froze in time, literally." Demond spoke as they reached the hilltop, the wind playing with her silver hair. She turned to face Adrei, her gaze reflecting the blue moonlight.

"I asked once if it is like a Vahalla thing back in my hometown, if my companions...find themselves there too, and you know what that stubborn wolf told me?" Demond chuckled, her eyes misty with pain, yet nostalgia and joy dancing within the depths of her blue orbs. "That battles are better forgotten for those drunkards, that she'd rather sleep through the afterlife than listen to their boasts and bluster again."

"That indeed sounds like the prideful queen I knew," Adrei said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "But tell me, what do you believe awaits beyond?"

"I know you're asking a trick question, but too bad, this old mage already studied from his stolen tomes!" Demond said with a smirk, the chilly air carrying her laugh. She took a deep breath, the moon casting a serene light across her face, a stark contrast to the flame of Adalon that scarred her past.

"The Spirit King's Fortress. The one I promised to conquer with Leona." Demond's voice grew solemn as she stared into the moonlit horizon. "I imagine it's a place where Alice would laugh as she reduces it to rubbles with a flick of her wrist, and Leona would be proud while scoffing at the disrespect."

"Ha, the Spirit King I know of would treat it otherwise." Adrei's smile grew mischievous, the thought of Alice's unorthodox ways bringing a twinkle to her fierce eyes. "And he should be honoured a legend that brought the downfall of demons with such finesse would humbly have the time to destroy his fortress."

"Right? That girl had the audacity to face the Demon King by first flipping off to her, then proceed to one-shot him with a forgotten spell I didn't even teach her." Demond's laugh grew with the memory, a laugh that had been buried under layers of dust from years of solemn silence. "She always outperformed me, this useless old man, in any and every ways. Magic is always product of imagination, and she had the most wildest imagination of us all."

"But every imagination is built upon a foundation of creativity, and it would seem she had a similarly wild mentor." The dragon patted the witch's head, her claws surprisingly gentle. Demond gazed up at the dragon, their cuffed hands sharing a story that trascended beyond battles of old.

The gazes of the witch and the dragon remained locked, a soulful bond tearing into the fabric of the night. Their hearts swelled with the unexpected mellowness that came with the night. One a wordless savior from the ruthless, tyrannical father she despised, the other a peacekeeper for the wolf's passing to rest her hatred, they had both played their parts in the grand tapestry of a fate, a fate they would surely not hesitate to reweave.

"Come to think of it." Then as if enthralled by their connections, the dragon snaked her arms around Demond's waist. The chests of both dragon and witch met, sharing a buldging fullness that made a blush creep up on the witch. The former old mage tried not to show it, out of pride, out of stubbornness, out of fear to show her years wasting. Yet the shakings of the chests spoke volumes of their shared mirth.

"You have promised the wolf a conquest on the Spirit King's fortress, and that promise remains unfulfilled, wasn't it?" Adrei whispered into the witch's ear, her voice a warm caress against the chilly night air. Demond moaned into the dragon's embrace, the tickling spreading through her like the leaves' shivering dance in the breeze.

"We...this old man didn't." Demond's voice was barely a whisper, her heart racing from the closeness, from the warmth of Adrei's touch, from the promise of a future she had never allowed herself to imagine. Noticing how Adrei attempted to comfort her as her hand grew tighter around her waist, she realized the burden was lifted a little.

"This old man is weak, Adrei. I don't think I can conquer any fortress, spirit or not, anymore," Demond murmured, her neck pulling away for the last of her dignity, yet a dragon's strength remained unrelenting.

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"You are not weak, Demond." The dragon chuckled at the witch's struggle, as her breasts pushed into her chest, swelling both with the heat of the moment and the cold of the night. "You mentored a legend into being, a prideful spirit into respect, and unknowingly, a dragon into love. If that's not strength, I don't know what is."

"Adrei...keep some distance." The witch, unable to bear it, whispered, her cheeks aflame. As the dragon took in the nicotine aroma from the witch's breath, she couldn't help but smirk.

"I won't, Demond. For I must declare a promise to you and my fellow queen too." The dragon leaned closer, her breath hot against the witch's cheek, sending shivers down her spine. The moon above seemed to hold its breath, the night pausing for the weight of Adrei's words.

The witch hitched, she instantly wished to escape for the ashly scent of her smoke, yet she found herself trapped in the dragon's embrace. She was not a human of affection, not since the war. Yet, in this moment, she felt something she had not felt in a very long time. The warmth of Adrei's breath and the gentle touch of her scales was oddly comforting.

She has always felt strange since her sobbing in the bath chamber. The younger body was too sentimental, too immature, too...sensitive. She yelped again, as below her hips, the dragon's claws played a tune that she would have not felt in her former self. The touch was small, tender, careful, as if she was afraid to break the spell of the moment. And the dragon was right to be afraid, because the witch completely froze in this moonlit second, her mind racing with unthinkable thoughts that even her icy mana couldn't calm.

"Demond, my wife, my witch." Adrei whispered, her fiery gaze piercing through the moonlit night, as the dragon leaned down, her scaled cheek brushing against the witch's. The hotness of her breath painted patterns on the witch's skin, leaving a trail of heat that seemed to melt the frost of the air.

Narrowing her eyes as the witch moaned, Adrei knew she had struck a chord, as she continued. "I am a peacekeeper of this era, the one my kind scoffed at as I buried my father without a drop of tears, the one humans doubted as I claimed allegiance with Alice the hero. Yet, I stand before you now, a love that neither peace nor laughters could quench."

Then her face pulled back, her hugs tightened, and she kissed the witch's cheek, a gesture so gentle it was like a warm summer breeze on a winter's day. Demond stiffened, unaccustomed to such affection, yet she did not pull away. Her eyes searched the dragon's, the flicker of doubt warring with the screaming spreading through her chest. The dragon's gaze remained steadfast, a silent promise of companionship and understanding.

"And so, I will conquer the Spirit King's Fortress with you and your wolf, my savior, even if it means betraying the peacekeeper's name." The dragon's voice was a soft purr, one that sent shivers along the witch's spine, not from fear, but from something far more potent and unexplored.

Embarrassed, confused, yet not entirely displeased, Demond felt her heart fluttering in her chest as she stared into Adrei's fiery eyes. The dragon's touchiness was unexpected, yet somehow comforting in the chilling night. "Adrei, you don't have to do that. It...it doesn't mean much in this peaceful era."

"But it does, Demond. It means everything to me. To honor your past, to be with you in the present, and to face a future truthfully without regrets. That is the promise I make to you, as a dragon and as your new companion." Adrei's voice was earnest, her gaze never wavering from the witch's eyes.

The witch hitched in her breath, a warm blush spreading across her cheeks. This was not a vow of respect she made with the wolf, nor a promise of a better tomorrow with her old comrades, this was something...else. Something she never knew she yearned for. Something she knew she could get herself addicted to, just as the smokes ease her in her troubled times.

Leaning into the embrace, the witch searched a hint of jest in the dragon's gaze, a playful jab at her old ways, but found none. Instead, she saw the unshakable determination and a fiery passion that mirrored her own youthful days. The eagerness from the dragon's body was contagious, and she found her own heart beating in response, their chests' beatings a symphony of promises unspoken yet felt.

The witch chuckled. Ah, she wants a smoke again. But she knew that wasn't what she truly craved, not with Adrei's passionate declaration hanging in the air like the scent of fresh rain on the dusted battlefields he once roamed. She reached out her arm, fingers crossed to feel the scales of her dragon's neck, a gesture that she had never allowed herself to indulge in, instead of a cigarette she would have found herself with.

"Hey, Adrei." Demond's voice was a subdued, yet hopeful whisper in the stillness of the night, her hand tentatively stroking the dragon's neck scales. "Have you ever smoked before?" Maybe tasted nicotine before?"

The dragon blinked, the question taking her by surprise. Her draconic eyes searched the witch's gaze, looking for the punchline that she was sure would come. Yet, the earnestness in Demond's eyes was unmistakable. "I have not, my love. Dragon may be creatures of fire-breathing, yet the taste of ash and smoke is not our preferred delicacy," Adrei replied, her voice a low rumble that seemed to echo in the quiet of the night.

"Good, cause it wouldn't have hit as hard as it would." Demond leaned into the dragon's embrace, her hand tracing a pattern of comfort along the scales of Adrei's neck. The dragon's eyes searched hers, the gravity of the situation setting in as the witch's hand grew bolder. "I suppose doing this early won't be that much of a surprise, will it?"

"What surpri-"

Then as if answering her curiosity, the witch's lips met hers, a kiss that was as tender as a spring blossom and as fiery as a dragon's breath. Adrei's eyes widened before she closed them, savoring the sensation. The smoky taste of the witch's mouth melded with the heat of her own, the sensation as unexpected as the dawn rising over the horizon. The dragon's arms tightened around Demond's waist, pulling her closer, as if to confirm that she was not dreaming.

But it was real. The kiss lingered in the air, a silent promise that washed over the hilltop like a wave of passionate stillness. The witch's heart pounded in her chest, her breath mingling with the dragon's, their breaths frosting in this feverish air. They pulled away slightly, the dragon's eyes still closed, the witch's cheeks aflame with a blush she hadn't felt in decades since she first flipped a comrade's skirt.

"Serves you right for being cheeky." Adrei murmured, her voice thick with feeling, her eyes fluttering open to reveal the depth of her emotion. Yet the smile remained, a soft curve that seemed to mirror the dragon's lit-up scales.

The sun began to peek over at the couple's charade, casting a soft glow over the clearing. Demond pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Adrei's for any signs of regret or confusion. Yet, all she found was an amusement that seemed to dance in the dragon's expression, the eyes smiling as much as her mouth was. The dragon's tail swayed gently in the dawn's light, the scales shimmering like molten gold.

"I must say, nicotine's taste has nothing on yours, Demond." Adrei's tease was a pleasant rumble, the corners of her mouth lifting in a playfulness that revealed her sharp teeth. The witch's cheeks grew even more crimson, a color that looked almost out of place on her pale skin.

"A-at least pretend you're shocked..." the witch nodded her head, her wanton gaze not leaving Adrei's. But the dragon was not one to play coy. She knew what she wanted, and she was not one to dodge around it, nor beg for it.

"So, about my promise, would you accept it, my wife?" The dragon's voice was a gentle growl, her eyes gleaming with a hope that seemed to light up the dawn around them. Demond's breath hitched as she took in the sight of Adrei's earnest expression, the soft light of the rising sun outlining her features.

All the excuses flew into Demond's mind, but she couldn't find the words to form them. The addictivenes of Adrei's embrace and the tenderness of her own kiss had disarmed her, leaving her vulnerable and exposed in the most unexpected way. The dragon's question hung in the air, as delicate as the frost that had started to melt in the early light of dawn.

The comrades have not taught her this strength, the mangas have not taught her this kindness. The embrace was like a shackled door to a knowledge she had never knew existed, and the dragon's touch was the key that turned the lock.

And so, with hesitation, she blurted out the first thing that came her mind. "I-I am merely a grumpy old man in her...80s, you know?"

"Ah, but you are also now the legendary witch with a history of toppling the Tyrant and mentoring a hero, the one whose stories I've witnessed countless times my dreams for my savior. You're not just anyone, Demond." Adrei's voice was casual yet resolute, the dawn light on the scales sparkled like gems on a staff, magic of which Demond knew she could never replicate.

The witch sighed, as she limped into the dragon's chest, her head resting against the scales that felt surprisingly not sharp but welcoming. The dragon's chuckles echoed through the hilltop, the sound warming the air around them. The pixies, who had followed from a safe distance, watched with twinkling eyes and giggled words that only the heart could understand.

All that was missing was some popcorns and a pint of ale to complete this cheesy romantic scene. But alas, they had none. So, they settled for the crunch of the frosts beneath their bare feet, the smell of their shared breath, and the sweetness of their new, eternal vow.

Chapter 5 - end

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