The Dragon's Bane

XIII

Izmir Lefeuvre- The Witch 

I probably stayed in that shower a lot longer than I should have. The warm water just felt so comforting running over my skin. I'd already done everything I needed to do. I'd even taken down the large braids I'd hurriedly crocheted in the day before to wash my hair with water.

Nothing was as bad as my natural hair without product. I'd be paying for this the next time I had to detangle. Under other circumstances I might have been excited to be in a house like this or to take my first ride in a Porsche. But I was numb to it all. Nothing takes the joy out of things like the threat of death.

Just as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself, the bathroom door burst open. It was standing there. Silently watching me, dark hair falling over its eyes and nostrils flaring.

"What-what the hell are you doing?" Nervously I clench the towel tighter across my chest.

It said nothing. It just stood there in a pair of boxer briefs that strained to contain its contents. The same ashen skin covered its defined chest and arms. Its skin was a tapestry of scars.

I don't know why this surprised me. All the stories I'd heard about them before never mention them being vulnerable to much if anything.

"You're scent- it's still too strong." When it finally spoke, its voice sounded deeper, more ominous as it approached. Its eyes fastened on me, and my nerves began to unravel.

"I did the best I could. I did what you asked me to do." I rambled but it continued moving slowly across the bathroom. "Maybe we can visit the Dirty Cauldron and put together the same charm I'd used before-"

"That charm as you know was ineffective. I was still able to find you even before it wore off." Though it spoke English its accent seemed to float from British, to French, to Italian.

Again, it stood far too close. Its blood pulsed so hot, I felt feverish just being near it. Eye level with pale pink nipples I let my gaze fall to the floor. I didn't want it to think I was ogling its nearly muscle magazine perfect body.

"So, what should we-we do?" I stuttered.

Its hand coiled around my waist and my wet toweled body pressed against it. My hands pushed against the rubbery, cadaverous texture of the exposed skin of its chest. Its other hand found my now very shrunken afro.

Before I could say another word, warm lips pressed to mine. Hands ran along the sides of my body. My mind floated in a potent, overwhelming feeling. My rational mind screamed in protest but his smell, his warmth, the strength but gentleness of his hands dissolved my objections.

I felt the towel fall away. Large hands cupped my breast, my ass, and lightly grazed over my pussy. My mind screamed this was wrong, but I lacked the strength to fight it. His mouth left mine and was all over my skin. He ran his tongue over my neck, my breasts, my belly, going lower still. He started to go for my pussy but stopped. He stood suddenly.

His dark gaze locked with mine. "That should be enough to hide your scent, but it won't last forever."

"W-What?" I stammered in complete bewilderment. What the fuck just happened?

"Your scent. I hid it with my own. It'll work for a while, but we need a better solution." It seemed completely unphased. I would have believed that if not for the bulging phallus pushing a tent in those boxer briefs almost to their breaking point.

This motherfucker! "You could've told me what you were going to do before you did it. I'm sure I didn't need you doing-all of that to change my scent." I was angry but I wasn't sure if it was because of what it did or because none of it was real.

"If I told you what needed to be done, we'd have spent too long jawing about it. We had a problem and I solved it." It shrugged.

The arrogance! "Just because you're helping me that doesn't give you carte blanche."

"Apologies." It uttered and started for the door.

"Do you know why I don't make eye contact with you often?" I announced surprising myself in the process. I picked up the discarded towel to recover what little modesty I had left.

"No, why is that?" It asked still giving me it's back.

"Every time I look at you, I feel this...unknown danger. It makes my cheeks flush and my throat scratchy. It makes my stomach turn and my hands clammy. Eye contact with you seems a dangerous thing for someone like me. The things I feel when I look at you scare me. You scare me."

A soft scoff escapes its lips. "So what? You think me a monster?"

"Yes," my answer sounded feeble.

It turned around with a toothsome smile, "Well, you'd be right about that at least."

"You probably should stop doing that." I use my finger to draw a smile across my face. "The teeth-it unnerves people."

The corner of its mouth ticked up, "I know. That's why I like it."