Chapter 57: Can Vampires Kiss like me?
"...ugh...ugh...."
"You need me to carry you again?"
"I would have frozen your hips myself to experience half of what I’m going through, Adrei. So no, let this old man walk!"
A familiar street passed through the duo, as Demond’s knees wobbled an unsteady beat as if her kneecaps were icicles that dripped from a dragon’s scorching heat, her robes dried after Adrei’s new groping session with heated palms. Adrei watched beside her with amusement, her own hips’ a volcano against Demond’s back bums that screeched distance loudly in her ears, as her wife elegantly sidestepped a ballet failure once when she offered to hug her waist.
"It’s curious how the cookie could have such a wondrous effect." The dragon Queen mocked with a smile with her hands behind her back, chests open for understanding, claws sharpened if there is any malice behind that mircale cookie of the automaton’s.
"If you’re thinking, no. That’s....ugh, I hate this so much, but yes, it works exactly as she’s said!" Demond swung her gaze to her husband, noticed the grin on her reddened cheek, before immediately groaning and pulling away. "556 like any ’flooded’ automatons cannot physically lie. An intentional programming from the <Motherbrain> for efficiency, s-so...."
"So you were really seeking my touch, Demond? I am honoured." The dragon husband humed a light tune; passerbys glancing curiously would have never suspected the Queen’s light syllables rooted from the dried palms in a certain Witch’s flavor.
"Yeah yeah, drive that in. As if I would have any dignity left..." The witch grumbled, her steps hardening against her bucking knees, her thighs gliding over one another like withered pillars from a dragon attack, literally.
Adrei knew not to push the buttons, so instead she resorted back to her curiosity. The Dragon’s silence back in the coffee shop drummed her heartbeat, this time of a slight irritation of being left out, as she inquired. "So, I knew of automatons’ ’flooded’ syndrome, but judging from her half-child state, it would seem difficult to conjure the...’heart cookie’, as she would put it."