The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today-Chapter 36: Calm Before The Storm, Storm Before The Hurricane (2)

"Oi, Alice! Come back you queen-lusting brat!"

The witch's furious roar echoed through the tub, the hotwater spraying in every direction, and the sudden jolts of her mana shivered down iced sparkles through the room. Sharp icickles flown out as they stabbed corners of the bathroom, the tips sparkling as if tickling a rage that can no longer be heard.

The supposed pervert Adrei, outside their room's door to respect her wife's privacy, sensed a competition, as she knocked on the door from the outside, her scales steaming from the hot tub water. "Demond? What's wrong? Did Alice do something?"

Inside the room, the witch's eyes darted around frantically, her hand hovering over the tub's water, which was now a frozen mess. The warmth of the water was a stark contrast to the coldness of his expression. "It's...nothing. Alice just 'gazed' at me with mana and...ah...I need to tell her the vampire matters at the town, that brat is especially insensitive to her strength and mana, so she can't even sense her own silk...ah, god damn it! Alice, you brat! Come back so I can have you bums smacked!"

The lesser pervert Adrei is now mewling with amusement. Based on the unprompted flustering from the witch and her panicky gibberish, there's no doubt Alice has iust now turned into the ultimate peeping Tom.

More importantly, the professional pervert licked her lips, as she sensed the cold air stemming underneat from a supposedly hot bathroom. She just now has a very, very smart idea.

"Demond? Your mana is leaking." Adrei kept her tone casual, her 'malicious' intent hidden beneath her words.

"Of course I will be after I just got lusted after by my own daug-ah..."

Realising the drop in temperature in the room, Demond realised that she may or may not need a chat with a 'smiling' Lady Adil for the compensation of a new bathtub. The witch took a deep breath to calm her flustered thoughts, her cheeks burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Y-yeah...sorry. I kinda broke the tub here."

"Hm...I can fix it with the time magic if I come in. Do you mind?"

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The witch's ears perked up at Adrei's suggestion, the heaving chest beneath the waterfall of ice calming slightly. She knew the dragon was more than capable of handling simple home repairs with his time magic. But the thought of another pervert, even one she had chosen as her life partner, seeing her in this state was almost too much to bear. She bit her lip, trying to think of a way to refuse without arousing suspicion.

"Uh...let's not."

"Anyways can't have you in a cold bath. I'm coming in."

"Ha?! Wait wait wait-"

But it was too late. The door swung open with a dramatic flourish, and Adrei stepped in, her eyes widening at the sight before her. The witch, a savior she wifed and cherished, sat in a frozen mess, her human body blushing a deep shade of red that would put an apple to shame. The room was a chaos of ice and shattered porcelain, a stark contrast to the serene, almost...sensual scene she is witnessing.

Even with her little cherries beneath the tub's wall, Adrei took a deep deep breath, as she gazed respectfully at her lover's form. Her eyes lingered on the witch's slender neck, the way the bathroom light reflected off her wet hair, and her arms as they clutched at the tub's edge, as her blush hid from behind her hands.

For a moment, Adrei thanked her father, the ruthless selfish tyrant, for granting her a privilege of height, as from her tall stature, her eyes could feast on the witch's smooth curves, her bountiful thighs and her small, cute, elastic bums, all of which her hand has caressed and felt before. But now, she can see it, in the flesh. She could almost taste the sweetness of the sight, like a dragon who hadn't eaten in centuries.

"A-a-Adrei..."

The grumpiness that would have come from the former old mage was replaced with a bashfulness that made Adrei's heart flutter. Her blue eyes, which usually held a playful twinkle or a cynical glint, were now filled utter, raw panic. It was so utterly adorable, and she couldn't help the smirk that played on her lips as she took a step closer.

But no, she cannot end. The rune magic gathered from her palms, ancients of old and divines of time whispering of once again their territories have been invaded for a 'small' matter, as the dragon's fingertip glazed over the bathroom walls, runes appearing and weaving. The room grew brighter under her fiery mana, and the icicles melted with no steams, leaving a pristine room with the scent of spring rain.

One step and two step. Adrei tugged into her robe, the fabric wrapping around her body falling from her shoulders, exposing the dragon scales that shone in the dim light. Each step closer to the tub, her eyes never left the witch's, and the witch's never left hers, as bit by bit, the fabric that concealed her beauty slid down, revealing the divine form that was Adrei's. Her scales shimmered like the first light of dawn when they first kissed, and the scent of spring rain from the forest.

The witch's eyes dangled, entranced by the dragon's beauty, her own body's reaction betraying her. Her cheeks burned even hotter, the ice around them cracking and melting from the heat of her own embarrassment. She tried to utter 'out, you pervert dragon', like the usual grumpy old mage she was, but what came out was a mere squeak, a squeak... of arousal?

Ah...ah...this is disrespectful, and yet...blood fuelled up in her nostrils, her cheeks red as a beetroot. The dragon took another step closer, the tip of her tail swishing with excitement. The witch's eyes remained glued to the dragon's advancing figure, her breaths growing shallow. The large pillows of the dragon's chest, the gentle curves that led to a narrow waist, and that...that part...oh, that part that she had felt, but never touched. Her mind was a mess, torn between the urge to look away and the fascination that kept her eyes locked on Adrei.

Adrei then stopped. A long and arduous journey for Demond, a short and sweet step for a dragon. She knelt beside the tub, her eyes filled with a gentle warmth that melted even the coldest of ice. "Remember our promise of the night, Demond?"

Demond nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I do, Adrei. But I thought it was just...just a smart jest from this old mage to..."

The dragon chuckled, as her palm stretched and clasped around the witch's cheek, the warmth of her scales a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. Her thumb gently brushed away the blood dripping little from her nose, the action surprisingly tender. "A jest, huh? Is the old mage's pride worth only jests now?"

Not waiting for her response, the dragon slowly but surely leaned in, her eyes filled with a determination that made Demond's heart race even faster than it already was. The witch felt a hot breath on her cheek, and she knew that in the next moment, her resolve would be shattered like the tub around her.

Her lips closed in as Demond shut her eyes, the anticipation a sweet agony that made her tremble. The dragon smiled, as her lips hobered over hers, before smoothing along her cheek, before whispering, her breath a motherly caress against the witch's ear, "Let me in, love, and let's warm this cold tub together, shall we?"

The chessiness from the pervert dragon never failed to amaze the former old mage, yet as the witch felt Adrei's breath clouding into her ear, her heart skipped a beat and her hips buckled slightly. The dragon's smile grew wider as she felt the witch forced her eyes open, out of pride, out of fear of missing the moment, out of a pure, innocent need.

"Just...just tonight, you hear?"

The trembling cuteness from her wife made something inside Adrei...cracked, as her mana flared up in a desperate need. Her draconic irises expanded with the tyrant's possessive desire, the room growing hotter than a dragon's embrace. She leaned back, her breathing hitching as she felt Demond's smooth cheek against her palm, her heart fluttered in anticipation.

Adrei smirked, her eyes gleaming with a fierce determination as she faced the witch at a breath's length. Her free hand reached for the side of the tub, her claws digging into the stone to keep herself steady. In a swift, decisive move, she claimed Demond's trembling lips, the kiss a declaration that shook the very foundations of their relationship.

Unlike the gentle kiss from before, this one was fierce, demanding, and filled with a promise that resonated through every inch of the witch's frozen body. The remaining ice around them finally all crackled and melted under the intensity of Adrei's passion, leaving a puddle of cold water that was quickly forgotten as the dragon's warmth enveloped them. The witch's arms wrapped around Adrei's neck, pulling her closer, her own feelings matching the dragon's intensity.

Demond's hands traveled along Adrei's scales, feeling the warmth and power beneath them, the contrast making her feel small and vulnerable, yet incredibly safe. Then her eyes widened, as for the first time, the dragon's tongue slipped into her mouth, and she tasted the sweetness of their union. The kiss deepened, the promise in Adrei's desperate soughts echoing inside her mouth. This wasn't just for tonight; it was for every night, every moment, every heartbeat that they shared together.

The passion lasted an eternity, their tongues dancing a fiery dance of desire that sent waves of warmth through the witcn's icy form. As the dragon's tongue clung to the roof of her mouth, the witch's moaning grew louder, her body arching to get closer to Adrei's, the dragon pushed her lips further down, devouring each and every corner of her mouth entirely.

Then, with a plop, the dragon's tail dipped into the tub, sending warm ripples across the water's surface. The suddenly heated water snapped the witch out of her trance, and she sputtered, pushing Adrei away with a yelp. "W-what are you doing?!"

Adrei chuckled, her cheeks flushed with a hint of pink. "Well, I thought you wanted me to warm up your tub?"

The witch gasped, her naked breasts heaving as she narrowed her eyes at the dragon. The grumpiness in her exploded in the form of a pout, her bottom lip sticking out in the most adorable way possible. The room was silent, the air thick with the electricity of unspoken desires.

"So, shall we now bath properly?" The dragon smirked, her tail still in the tub, creating little waves that lapped against Demond's thighs. The witch's cheeks were redder than ever, but she managed to compose herself and nodded, hissing her shuttering, incohernt scolds as she slid deeper into the water, hiding herself from the dragon's heated gaze.