The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today-Chapter 34: I Reject My Vampirity, Demond! (2)

"Alright, Demond. Aaaah."

"Aaaah...yeah, no."

"Come on, Demond. Don't be shy."

"In the first place..." Demond smiled wryly, as she wobbled with discomfort on the dragon's thighs before the mansion's dinner table, the food inching from her lips. "This is...uh, I have no words."

Right when they returned to the mansion for rest, they were led to the dining hall, where a sumptuous feast was laid out before them. Selene remained behind in the guild for investigation, and Lady Adil...as she stated, 'make use of the corpse and the plant human' she just captured. So, the dinner hall was filled with a peculiar silence, except the whimpering witch against the dragon's tail, whose tip tickled her cheek mercilessly.

"Ah?" Demond frowned, her connection with her created 'familiar'—the 'tw**ter' bird—has 'seen' shades of reds thinning, thinning again before fading, notifying her how Manasseh's mana weakened, not by slightly but a lot. "Adrei, something's up with the tracker. It's gone haywire, it's like she's hiding her mana, or..."

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"Oh?" Adrei's brows furrowed, setting down her fork she just used for feeding her wife. The dragon's tail stilled as she leaned back into her chair, her gaze shifting to the door, as if expecting Manasseh to crash through it at any moment. "What's the status?"

"...dead?" The witch's voice was a mix of shock and disbelief, as she stared at the silent bird on the other side, the faint blue now nothingness among the abyssal vision. "This can't be it...no no, the mana scent is faint, too faint...ah, I see what's happening."

Demond sighed, the frustration boiling beneath her witch's hat, the bird's news was not what she wanted to hear. "It seems she's found a way to mask her mana, or she's found a way to replace it with someone else's, but...I specifically tailored it against her mana so it couldn't have lost her, unless..."

Sensing her wife's unease, the dragon once again wrapped her arms on her waist, her thighs spreading open for the witch's comfort. "Unless?"

"Unless she somehow...stitched Alice's mana into her veins...damn it, could she be etching my daughter's mana for a mere cloak?" Demond murmured, her eyes glazing over as she pondered the implications. The idea was ludicrous, yet the sudden drop in the tracker's signal intensity pointed towards such a possibility. She had already discovered Alice's power in action, and if Manasseh had managed to impel it into the very essence of her mana, the tracker would be rendered almost useless.

"What an absolute carelessness, coming from none other but this old mage...It won't help much, but I'll recalibrate my bird to Alice's mana specifically. But if her mana is really mixed, I'm afraid it could not recognise unless I directly make contact with her once more." A frowning Demond's eyes narrowed in thoughts, a groan escaping her as she leaned back to sink into the dragon's cushions, her hands supporting her head. The implications were dire, the admiration a former old mage would have had at such a taboo, ingenious transformation is now buried under layers of panic, for the implications of the true danger lurking underneath that merchant Manasseh.

"A daring vampire, for how much she would like to cast aside her identity as a vampire." The dragon's lips curled into a frown, the room growing tense as she spoke, an intense mana almost surging from her scales, before she suppressed it for her wife. "A risky move that would have costed her life, and...a dishonourable taboo for a vampire's signature pride to be soiled. As an honourless peacekeeper, I must respect it. She would have been a terrifying threat in the war, had it not been for her absence, and the hero's presence."

"Well, Alice would still one shot her though." Demond's voice is lighthearted as she recalled her daughter's unmatched power, though the seriousness of the situation didn't escape her. "Anyways, better to warn Adil and Selene now. And-"

"That's not necessary." The dragon smiled, her tail stroking Demond's thigh with a gentle rhythm. "Lady Adil through her...interrogation, had already a general idea what she would need to accomplish. Until then, we should focus on our own tasks, and enjoy dinner. After all, we've earned it."

"Adrei...be serious." Demond sighed, yet her thighs tingled at the gentle stroking, her icy eyes unable to hide the spoiled look in them. "What if her plan involved a ritual to sacrifice the innocents? And what if she took hostages? Like Selene, Lady Adil's daughter? Never underestimate what a desperate vampire could use."

The ice mana leaked out as snowflakes glittered under the dragon's thighs, as the dragon enjoyed the chilliness from her lover. The panic is apparent, as if her mana will burst out and grasp Manasseh by her neck.

"I know, but trust this instinct of a peacekeeper, Demond. She has no choice but to stay low." Adre's eyes darkened as she spoke, her grip around the witch's waist tightening slightly, as she growled. "But don't mistake my nonchalance for carelessness. I will burn even her ashes and sprayed it across the town, should anything happen to Selene or Lady Adil."

"...don't. I'm afraid the town could not afford a fire insurance." Demond murmured, her cheeks flushed slightly. Despite the seriousness of the situation, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle, the warmth from Adre's embrace seeping into her chilled body.

The dragon blinked, her rage quelling once again as the panic in the witch's voice subsided with a humour. It is her wife's attractiveness that once again calmed the tyrant's blood, the honourless peacekeeper's intensity emboldened not by bloodlust, but by the need to claim the witch's cuteness as her own.

An unique mix of emotions flared in the dragon as she smirked. She then leaned down, her snout brushing against the witch's cheek, a gentle heat emanating from her touch. "Regardless, I promise only of peace. From Lady Adil, the pavement's runes...are her target, and even the cautious protector has continually reassured an innocent's live won't be lost with the increased security." she whispered, her breath hot against her ear.

Then the dragon's tongue slid out, teasing the witch's earlobe, sending shivers down her spine, before her lips closed in and kissed the skin just shy of the corner of Demond's mouth. The witch's heart beated loudly, and she forgot about the tension of the situation for a moment, lost in the addiction of Adre's affection.

The kisses trailed down her cheek, and Demond's eyes fluttered closed, the firery wetness of Adre's touch a stark contrast to the cold wind from the window, which carry murmurs of the town's fears. Adre's hands slid up from her waist to cradle her face, tilting it slightly so their gazes locked. The dragon's emerald eyes searched hers, the depths of them filled with a fierce protectiveness that made the witch's heart swell with affection.

The dragon leaned down, her snout brushing against the witch's plump lips with a tender touch that sent a thrill through Demond's body. Her emerald eyes searched hers, seeking silent permission. The witch's breath hitched, and she nodded almost imperceptibly, feeling a warm blush spread across her cheeks. Adre's smile grew, a hint of mischief dancing in her gaze before her warm, firm lips descended closer to hers.

Adrei's lips scraped the side of her lips, close enough to taste, far enough to torment, the witch whimpered in disappointment, as her husband's wet breath slid across her waiting mouth. "Eat first, my love," she said, her eyes shimmering with mirth, "we will have tonight to ourselves, as we promised."

"...you're the worse than Alice. Even that pervert daughter won't tease the Queen like this..." the witch's drooped down her hat, her eyes sparkling with both frustration and need. The former old mage has never been filled with such desperate lust for love and satisfaction, the dragon must have casted a curse for her new body, she assumed as she took a bite from Adrei's fork, the dragon's eyes never leaving hers, and the furious blush that painted her cheeks.