The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today-Chapter 26: Behind the runes lies a Tiny Giant (1)

The sun rose against the curtains of the carriage, as the witch's eyes squinted against a new morning. The wooden smell and muddy thickness clogged her nostrils, alongside the scent of frost and aromas of lilies comforting her. The witch rolled over groaning, the lazy habit of a former old man who once had an ideal retired life rearing its head once again.

"Demond? We have arrived...wake up."

"..."

The witch snoozed as her cheek sunk deeper into the scaled thigh once again, the enveloped sense of fulfilment around her head was more than what any tome could provide, and the further accomplishment of her old times still clogging her dream.

Bricks and tars were all there is, the smell of an unbuilt civilisation. The former old mage, back at her home village once again, as the witch held a basket of bricks into her chest, laughing and bragging how it is nothing compared to what real adults were carrying. Her smugginess entertained the curious children around her, their eyes admiring a reliable sister who would do an adult's work for them, for sharing for the poor children who could not afford even a bread.

But then the former old mage moaned, the bundle of bricks grew heavier, as her chest...sunk into the straw basket. Her lungs were heated as if prodded and tickled, with how around the centre of her chests, something...something protruding the centre as if unprompted.

She held back her moan in her throat, the children's innocent gaze continuing to admire the reliable 'adult' in front of them. They were unaware of how such an adult was sinking deeper and deeper into pleasure, as her chest continued to be played with by the 'straws' of the basket, each spot a tickle that would tremble her very soul.

And so, unable to bear it, the witch sprang up gasping, but right before her body fully straightened, her chest sank into something, fullness meeting hardness, as Adrei's claw clutched deeply into the witch's chest. The witch moaned again, before glaring at Adrei who kindly smiled.

"Ah, I'm glad you're awake, my love." As if unaware, Adrei groped the chest twice, earning another moan.

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"Y-yeah..." the witch breathed out the words, the newly sensation was overwhelming, but not enough to press down the grudge in her throat as she gritted her teeth. "No thanks to you."

"Then let us continue with haste. We have arrived at the Town of Rouen, Demond." The smile remained on Adrei's face as she leaned down and kissed the witch's cheek, before standing up and leaving the grumbling witch in the carriage.

The witch's cheeks were of tomato red, yet her bare feet's frost sparked a blemish of frost, a coldness that could not match the heat on her chest and mind. She took a deep deep breath, before picking up the witch's hat neatly placed at the seat and following Adrei out the carriage, with a new grudge against her husband lacking the concept of 'consent'.

The wall to this town was something out of the fairy tales. It was not built of bricks and mortar but of white stones and glasses, each of them carved with glowy runes of the church that would harden them to outmatch even the hardest of metals. Holy magic, one which only reinforced and healed, fuelled the very entrance of this town, and served as the last defence against the wicked demons' attacks.

The witch nodded at the familiar sight while adjusting her hat, as she walked up to the dragon's visage within the merchants, talking among themselves to exchange pleasantries. Inconspicuously, when the witch approached, the merchants' eyes glanced away, as if witnessing the last night's scene within the woman's crystalline eyes.

"Ah, there you are!" The crowd scattered to reveal Manasseh, the red-haired merchant with the witch's 'favourite' innocent smile.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Madamn Manasseh." The witch lowered her head a little, the tip of her hat falling in unison. "Me and Adrei were grateful to your hospitality."

"No no, please do not fret." The merchant's eyes narrowed. "The safety of the caravan was thanks to you. So it was only natural an escort was in place."

Wryly smiling at the 'absolutely-not-a-vampire' merchant's shamelessness, her eyes turned towards her companion merchants, some calmly bowed in gratitude, some muttered words of thanks. The witch noted how the 'calm' ones were with more manas than others, as if unbothered by the brutal strengths displayed last night.

Their 'opponents' seem to disregard disguises, the witch frowned as her mind remembered the faces of these 'calm' ones, as her eyes turned towards the peacekeeper Dragon, now smiling a diplomat's picture of model.

"My gratitude as well, Lady Manasseh. For such a venture to smooth without a hint of danger." Once again embedding knives in her words, Adrei 'complimented' the smoothness of the journey.

"Please do not mind. Then." Manasseh turned around before hand-waving. "We had matters to attend to. Please excuse us."

And so, having already registered with the guards, the caravans once again rattled alongside the merchant crew through the castle gate, the red-haired merchant disappeared as sudden as their first encounter.

Left alone once again, the witch heaved a deep sigh, before the dragon wrapped around her wife's figure from behind, appeasing the witch's grumpiness with her own chest.

"Tired?" The heated breath scratched against the witch's earlobe, as a 'hic' stuck against her throat.

"Very much. Against that woman, and against you." The witch pouted as she faced the smiling dragon, her golden hair shimmering under the sunlight, as if the nobility would hide a slimmer of her perverse nature.

"Then let us head off to your old friend to handle the investigation for the vampires, before heading to tavern for a rest." The dragon leaned down for another kiss on the check, but then was disrupted by a palm at her mouth.

"I...I don't mind contacts like these, but this old man can be still awkward with too much, you know?" The witch frowned, a blush against the white walls of the town like the only decoration that didn't fit. Adrei chuckled, her hand tightened around her waist, and her claws not even bothering to hide from the public eye.

"I understand. Then shall we leave the rest in the tavern?"

Listening to the kind suggestion, the witch narrowed her eyes, before she stormed away with a huff from the dragon's embrace, prompting another chuckle from behind.

The witch would have loved a smoke to puff out her frustration, but then she remembered her only source of cigarette was from the dragon, so she huffed again in exasperation.

And so, after a series of unwanted events, and some affirmative gasp on the Dragon Queen's identity, they were let past the town gate, for their destination to meet an old friend.

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