The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 382

The scales felt smooth at times, rough on some parts, yet equally hard under her soft palm but she felt more and more excited as she moved her hand along his head.

"You feel warm."

In response, she heard a grunt from him once again, as if he was approving what she said. Maybe it was mere intuition, but she swore she could feel the difference between his responses to her.

"Draven?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her and she could see her entire body's reflection in that large red eye of his.

She offered him a gentle smile. "I was wrong, you are not scary."

He slowly rubbed his head against that tiny palm of hers, being careful not to hurt her. He heard her continue, "Your wings are beautiful, so big. They must stir everything up around you whenever you fly."

Something flickered in his eyes, and the next moment, Ember felt her body being lifted in air by an invisible force.

"What the—! Draven, are you doing this? Are you using your powers?"

In response, she received another grunt, and her expression brightened when she understood the meaning of it.

The next second, she found herself sitting on the graceful curve between his long neck and his torso.

Like an excited little girl, she embraced that neck, caressing and rubbing its scales.

"Wah! The view is nice up here!" she exclaimed while giggling.

She somewhat pressed her legs against his body in reflex, the way she would when riding a horse..

"What are you planning, Draven? Are we going to be flying with me riding you?" she asked in a joking manner. "Should I say 'Giddy up'? Where are the reins and the saddle?"

He grunted in a response, and when his wings started to open, only then did she realize he was being serious.

"Wait, Draven, I have nothing to hold onto properly. I might fall down."

In response to her complaint, she felt an invisible force surrounding her, making her sit firmly as if she was simply riding a carriage. She tried to wriggle her bottom and realized she was stuck to her place with magic.

A childish grin spread across her face.

"Fly! Fly high! I am ready!" she said with the same enthusiasm as a little girl on her first outing.

As much as she was somewhat uneasy to fly without any physical item attached to her, she believed in Draven's powers even though she could not see it. He turned his head to look at her as if to confirm whether she was ready.

Understanding his inquiry, she offered him a smile with her trembling lips as her body was shivering with excitement.

"I am fine…I guess…" she herself was not sure. "I'll scream if I can't take it."

Draven blinked at her, and the next moment, his wings were outstretched at their fullest. Ember turned her head to look at them, and seeing them up close, they looked like curtains made of thick, tough black fabric.