The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today-Chapter 44: Frost at Dawn, Embers at Touch

The witch's fluttering eyes met the early dawn, the room smelled a mix of dried ink and sweat, her chests hollowed out as her lips tasted of spiced fire. Her iced fingers curled into mattress, the softness sinking in to write a letter of frost for her firery dragon beside her, the arm's reach to her back a provacation for the smooth line of her spine, adorned with golden jewels of scales for the path untraced.

Obeying her instinct, the dragon's wife reached out, last night's intimacy scarred deep into her fingers, the cherry's sensation humming a tipsy sweetness on her fingertips. As if the scaled spine would soothe the ashen passion that bathed in the last moonlight, the quivering finger traced another arc to seek again the longing crescent upon another voyage of heated passion.

The voyager, that once drew glimmers of frosty livings and castles, now drew a purposeless edge on her husband's spine, a stroke on the scaled canvas with no detours, no hesitation that belied their last night. All voyagers started from the bottom, too afraid to sink further below as it climbed upwards, the gently careful mapping a path that laid clearly and needed no scouting, as it finally crossed the boundary that is the spine, before expanding outwards, mirroring her own life of retirement as she raised a hero as prideful as her.

And...it ended on the shoulder, the nail tipping at the shoulder, the awaken's privillege over the destination of an asleep dragon that hoarded treasure. A chuckle escaped her lips, curiosity bloomed in her as she raised her head, a peek of the caretaker that once stroke heated arcs that embered her garden's petal.

The stillness of the treasure hoarder, however, was not of sleepiness but a calmness for the wicked pervertness, as a hushed voice brushed her ears, just as an dawn's wind would a curtain.

"Awake, my love?"

Demond widened her eyes, the path that once laid out to her flipped over, replaced by bulgeness centred around a sweet fruit. A blush crept up to her cheeks, smoke steaming from her head, as she gritted her teeth, the hitched breath of last night clamping away at her brain.

"...well well, s-satisfy my curiosity more would you?" The white doors to her lips once again loosened, as the witch sighed at her husband's playfulness, ever one step ahead of her.

"Your willingness to explore the unknown impresses me, Demond. How could this peacekeeper not entertain you?" The dragon smiled, the lips that once granted her respite spoke of only tickly tease that probed at the witch's exasperation. Huffing, the witch turned her back, her own path tempting the dragon's claim.

Surprisingly, even as her heart drummed at the last night's memory, whether it's her near-century mind or preparedness from....private materials, the witch merely felt hollowed out, as if edging for the 'caretaking' last night, the thrill of 'first time' remained a balm in her mind.

Unknown to the heated gaze behind her, the witch's limbs loosened, the aromas of the garden outside contrasted with the turmoiling information and addictive pleasure last night. As the dragon's claw embarked on her own path like a naughty adult unforgettful of her own dream, the witch groaned, bridging both her happiness and contemplation to a soothing calmness.

"Hey...Adrei."

Sensing her wife's comforted tone that hid an urgency, the dragon didn't allow her voyager to leave her pathway as she spoke. "About my sister and your friend...is it?"

"Mmm...The seal is completed, so...if judged with how it worked, Rouen's citizens should be safe as long as Selene delivered it as Adil suggested." Beneath her erratic gasp on her husband's trailblazing, the wife

"Then what's left is Manasseh, Adil, La Llorona, the runes and my sister." The dragon tapped and sinked into the path, attempting the carve out the cement underneeath that would embed a wave of euphic understanding.

"...that's a lot." The witch chuckled in defeat, unsure what to make of the daring explorer or the trouble that surrounded one small town.

"So let us enjoy this small moment to recollect ourselves, there would only be trials ahead." The dragon nodded, the explorer then traced upward as it clutched upon the edge of the shoulder like a cliff for its lifeline. "I will handle my sister who has disappeared before me and La Llorona. I am confident my strength shall stand tall against them without fail."

"Then...I will convince Adil to turn off the rune so that Manasseh won't go knock her great-great grandmother off the grave then." Her shoulder clentched to itself as the explorer arrived at the clearing, nudging at itchiness that calmed her tensity. "Though I'm not sure if it would do. Not to speak of my old friend's stubborness...I'm not sure cutting off the mana sources that are the runes would accomplish anything."

"We would have to try. Risking an undead soverign, the strongest vampire to ever exist at that, is too risky for Rouen." The dragon's finger finally retreated, the explorer finished as the claw readied for not a soothing journey, but a

"Hm. Let's just hope...that stubborn old hag would at least listen." The witch sighed at the weight lifted back on her shoulder as the issues seemed to pile on and on, as she sat up with another piled pleasure, before she glanced down. Right, piling indeed, even the cherries nodded in agreement.

"Then we shall set off as soon as we can." The dragon's waist curled up, the innocent white sheet shifted as she embraced her wife as the witch gasped in surprise, her back that contained the path was finally buried under the softness of two meteorites,

"...yeah, let's dress up first." Giving up on hiding her apparent blush, she merely stated on a flat tone. Well, it was as 'flat' as the pillows that stuck onto her back, and the blotted hiss of bliss in her throat.

"Shall I help?"

"Absolutely not."

Another chuckle. Another exasperated grumbling. The regular morning dawn met the icy heat radiated from the couple's embrace, as the muddy ink drifted off from the window, a crack that let in the dreading gardening aroma that dreaded for a night of uprising.

"Ah, one thing, Adrei." The witch muttered, the hitching throat ever a bother to her rosen cheek.

"Mmm."

The witch, with a swiftness of a sap seeped by a bee, left the pollen cherries that were on her back as she turned around. She raised her head, the honeyed symmetry and parallel below only made her mind dangle for the moist lips of the dragon, ever eager to claim her once more.

...she was afraid it would be too easy, so instead the mattress creak, the witch's lips tapped the dragon's forehead, the pitched 'chu' trembled the Dragon's skull as Adrei widened her eyes, before facing a serious frown from her wife, the redness beneath betraying the daring mark she lent.

"Stay safe, Adrei."

Adrei blinked, but narrowed her eyes, a quick mind of a dutyful husband. As she should, the dragon leaned down and returned the kiss to the witch's forehead, the witch's eyes closed as a moan finally slipped beyond her shuttering lips.

The husband pulled away, the dreading flowery scent marred by the sincere purity of both's gesture, a small beacon of vows taken for each other, as the dragon declared not in solemn for her sister, but in assurance for her wife.

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"You too, Demond."

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The white hallway uttered a story of dying regets, as the witch's barefeet tapped away at the runed marbles. The robes fluttered to tell the witch's striding resolve, and the frosty trail beneath her defiled the runes for an apologetic ravage at the disrespect to be undone. Her icy eyes stemming as her brows was as flat as the surface of Selene's chests, a winky wetted promise with her husband resounding her clear mind, with intents as transparent as ice.

As the icy gems closed, her mana coiled the hallway like braids to Adil's hallway, the darkness in her vision tailed of no one. Undeterred, the old mage altered the braids to spread along the walls, through the chambers, slipping along each crack and nickle before crossing outside.

She opened her eyes again as she turned a corner, her direction changed towards the flowerly scent that surrounded a hag more witch-like than her.

Trails of snowflakes followed her obediently, ready to not lash out but be controlled at her uneasiness, as she opened the backdoor with tender scents of lilies flushed her nose, as if purging her of her irritated confidence. The witch glanced around as she stepped on the soil, the iced glazes stopped at a certain short, plump woman, kneeling down and tending at the lily that defied her carefulness with a shook.

She took a deep breath. No playing around, straight to the point, as any old friend should, just as she adviced her to leave her hatred behind twenty years ago.

"Adil. I won't play around if we can afford it. Turn off the runes, now."

A witch with beauty and eyes of clear skies, a druid with disgrace and eyes of deep abyss, Adil's slitted, silver gaze met the blue-tinged resolve, her sceptor clicked the hardened ground that echoed a preparedness.

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