Chapter 53: Oily Shadows of an Old Friend
"This coincidence is so harsh I can’t even laugh out loud..."
"Indeed." Adrei nodded, before staring at the side on Demond’s own cherries. "Indeed it is harsh."
"Oi, keep looking and I will burrow an ice cavern in those eyes, you hear me?" Demond narrowed her eyes as her waist tried to sidestepped the glance, only to meet equally hungry hands that curled up slightly below her mountains.
"I’ve been thinking, we could have the chance to take some time off one another, you know?" The husband, ever the professional pervert smirked once again, the joking tone a mere disguise for the dragon queen to devour nature’s sweetness.
"Focus, Adrei." Demond’s narrowed gaze turned to a slit as she hand-chopped Adrei’s head with a plop on the golden locks. "The entire town is at stake, and the last thing we should do is idle around when we shouldn’t."
"Of course, yet the town should not come at the expense of my wife’s...frustration." The golden eyes shifted upwards, this time on the witch’s lips.
"If the peacekeeper can’t keep her robes tugged tight, I might have to cool the bottom for you, literally." A slit-eyes to a scowl, a silent admonishment for her reckless joke.
"Hehe, then," the hungry serpents slitered further onto her back, as Demond’s widened eyes met the dragon’s in a hair’s breath, before she leaned in to her ears, hot wetness steaming into her ear. "Shall we leave all the fun till our marriage night then?"
A shudder sent Demond tumbling her toes in turmoil, the earlier ’tickling’ session never ceasing to haunt her. She forced her eyes a glare, yet the dragon pulled back as her scaled nose brushed her own like a tail, a silent glea that resembled the witch’s strangely rekindled flames of desire. If only she’s the one who still has a third bone.....her hazy eyes glanced away, nodded, before uttering a declaration.