"...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.
