The Storm Dragon Slayer

Chapter 29

This was….Interesting to Say the Least.

Malrunwa limped into a town, growling in pain as she did so. Her fight with Demor left her more damaged than she thought she was, and she was healing slower than usual as well.

"That…fucking whelp. I'll kill him and his bitch when I find him." She grumbled, stumbling past a street vendor after taking a slab of meat from it. The man who ran the stand didn't bother trying to stop her; she did look like a demon, after all. An unhappy demon whose own blood had dried around her mouth, making her look like she was almost as savage as she actually was.

The Drakon Slayer stood straight up as she took a large bite from the meat she had stolen, chewing it and swallowing it within seconds. She growled again and her grip on the hunk of meat tightened. She let out a pained gasp as her lightning flowed out of her body and into the meat, cooking it to perfection. At which point, she ate the entire thing in two bites.

After wiping her chin with the back of her hand, she stumbled into a bar, breaking the door as she did. She stood there and all the men in the bar stared at her, half admiring her perfect form and nudity and half shitting themselves out of fear.

She let out a hiss and most of the men all left, running around her or to the back door, or even through the windows. All except one, who merely took a shot of his beverage and looked at the barkeep.

"I said to leave the bottle, you fucking idiot." The man said, annoyed. "How many fucking bartenders do I have to fucking kill before I get what I fucking want?" he asked loudly, his arm flicking out, a trident made of water appearing in a flash of light.

The Bartender let out a yelp of fear and placed two bottles of the drink on the counter.

"Fucking finally…useless sack of shit." The young man at the bar said, making the trident vanish. "Old Zeke might not be getting too intimidating anymore. May need to get some new weapons…." He said, pouring himself another shot and drinking it.

Malrunwa smirked and limped forward. "Excuse me, but would you mind sharing a drink with a helpless lady like me?" She said in her most innocent voice.

Zeke turned, Fuuma Gale in his hands and at Malrunwa's throat in a second. He stared into her eyes and then looked at her body, not admiring its beauty, but looking at the scars, bruises, and the blood on her mouth.

"Helpless my ass. The fuck happened to you? Your last night got too wild for you?" Zeke smirked, brushing his bangs out of his face as he sat back down on the barstool.

Malrunwa pouted and growled. "Yea, you could say that. You gonna give me a drink or not?" She asked.

"Now that's a tone I can respect." Zeke said, turning around and pouring himself another shot, drinking it. "But no, you're not getting any." He said, laughing.

Malrunwa growled and lifted her clawed hand to strike Zeke through the back. But in another instant, Zeke had turned, and the Earth Splitter in one hand and ready to strike Malrunwa in the head.

"Do it, I dare you. When I'm done with you you'll be licking more than your wounds." He growled. "I know what you are, Drachini. Who you are doesn't matter to me. What does matter is whether or not you can be trusted."

"What difference does it make?" Malrunwa said, trying to ignore the innuendo while also taking his threat seriously. She was weak, and in no condition to fight anyone, let alone a pissed off full-strength wizard who didn't look drunk in the slightest despite all the alcohol he'd been drinking.

"The difference, my nude acquaintance, is how much I actually let you drink, and what I let you drink." Zeke answered, his grip on the Earth Splitter Kanabo tightening. "Now, you seem like a decent lady, somewhat, nice body, nice lips, nice….scales…" Zeke took another drink from the shot glass he held in his other hand. "…Nice vocabulary from what I heard from outside when you were yelling at people, and even a nice rack." Zeke said, placing the shot glass on top of her head and pouring another shot.

"So…." He continued, taking the bottle, placing it on the counter. He then took the shot glass from Malrunwa's head, and held it right next to her lips. "Can I trust you?" he asked again.

Malrunwa blushed from two things: embarrassment from Zeke's comments about her body, and from the infuriating fact that he used her head as a table and is now teasing her senses with the shot glass and intends to have her drink like a child.

She slowly lowered her striking arm, and leaned forward, letting Zeke pour the liquid into her mouth. It burned on the way down her throat, but it felt good to have a liquid going into her body instead of being coughed out forcefully.

Zeke had an almost sadistic smile on his face. "Good girl. I guess that means I can trust you, eh?" he laughed. He then turned, placing the shot glass on the counter while Malrunwa sat next to him. "Oi, you, shit-prick." He said, looking at the bartender, "Make yourself useful and get another glass, and some food for the lady." Zeke barked.

The bartender bowed out of fear and placed a glass on the table immediately, before running off into the back to prepare some food.

"You don't have to treat me like a princess, you know. You ass." Malrunwa said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Who said I was?" Zeke said, taking another drink from his shot glass. "I'm not serving you. If you want something to drink, then get it yourself." He said

Malrunwa growled quietly as she poured herself a drink into her shot glass.

Zeke glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. "What?" Malrunwa growled again.

"I'll get you a muzzle." Zeke said. "Maybe for your birthday, or something." He said.

"I ought to kill you for that." Malrunwa.

"But you're too weak to do anything aside from stumble around, so I don't suggest it." Zeke said.

2 Hours Later….

The two continued to sit at the bar. Malrunwa and Zeke were each drunk, and had eaten multiple pounds of food between the two of them. They were currently laughing their asses off while Zeke was telling a story.

"And so, this guy is cowering in fear in the corner, and his wife is unconscious in the other corner, and he's about shit himself, right? And then I go up to him and I say to him: 'What a night, am I right?'"

The story Zeke was telling wasn't funny at all, to be perfectly honest. The only reason why either of them were laughing was because the bartender pissed himself after Zeke threatened to smash his face in with the Earth Splitter in the middle of the story.

4 Hours Later….

At this point, Malrunwa and Zeke were having a drinking contest, though they were each drunk beyond belief. The Bartender had actually run out of anything alcoholic to give them, so they were having a drinking contest with water under the impression that it was Vodka.

The current –ahem- score, if one could call it that, was Zeke: 56, Malrunwa: 62. Zeke slammed five more shots before slamming his hands on the table, grabbing Malrunwa by the neck, and pulling her in, kissing her with so much drunken passion that she felt obligated to kiss him back with even more passion.

The two began to make out immediately there. While they were doing so, Zeke pointed at the bartender, then to the door. The bartender nodded, and left immediately.

The Next Afternoon…..

Malrunwa stumbled out of town, panting. "Holy shit….What the fuck did I do last night?" she muttered, a hand on her forehead, and another on her hip.

Meanwhile, Zeke slept on the ground where Malrunwa had left him, naked, scratched, bitten, and completely and terribly hung-over. So much so that he used Earth Splitter to actually block the doors and windows so he could just sleep it off.

He had a vague memory about last night. All he remembered was a lot of laughing, drinking, kissing, and at least five hours of non-stop sex. Also, there was something about belonging to her, body and soul, forever.

Whatever that meant, it wasn't important. "Barkeep…..another shot….." Zeke muttered in his sleep, his hand raising as if to wave over the bar tender, and then slamming down on the ground as he turned onto his side and slept.