Chapter 97: Sharing a Smoke With My Dragon Wife is Weirdly Intimate?!
"...my hips hurt..."
"Do you need a massage, my wife?"
"Just...give me a smoke..."
As Demond sprawled on Adrei’s pillows, Adrei chuckled as the ashes gathered within her fingertip for a cigarette before sipping it into the Witch’s dried lips, the witch accepting it with a familiar hum.
"I must say...I never feel like myself when I’m with you." The bare Witch sighed a puff of smoke, the smoke lingering just like the question dangling in her mind. The smoke merged with the frozen scenery, now basking under the rising moonlight, poured a serene vagueness into the Witch’s pooled mind.
"If that would offer you any comfort, I find myself the same." Adrei chuckled as she hugged the Witch tighter. "Perhaps fate allows us respite not to expose our true selves, but to exchange decades and differences for our eventual reunion."
"How romantic. Does that mean my old man self would be completely erased in favor of being your wife?" The Witch smirked, her cheek leaning into Adrei’s body.
"I would claim not. And I would hope not." Adrei tapped and tickled the Witch’s cheek. "I wish to enjoy your grumbling side a little more, my wife."
"...cheeky." Ashes dripped from the Witch’s grumbling lips onto the Dragon’s scaled body, a comforting tickle that the Dragon’s steamed skin would love for more.
"Indeed. Don’t you already claim you are mine forever and ever more?" Adrei tightened her grasp on the Witch, as a Queen would on her beloved. "My witch. My wife. I would act as cheeky as you allow me to be, for within this moonlight, I alone will also forever remain as yours truly."
The Witch blinked, and her lips also gaped as she sighed, nuzzling into the Dragon’s touch. "I never claim I hate it...just, just that...I still need some time being flirted with and all, you...?"