Page 20 of Dragon's Desire

Peter knew immediately that this was more than that. For the first time in his whole life, it wasn’t just wild sex. For sure, it was that, but it also went well beyond. He felt a connection, like their souls touched. He wondered for a moment if it was witchcraft, but he’d fucked witches before and never felt this.

He could see an almost nervous and scared look on Kiercy’s face and he instantly knew she felt it too. Also, she had screamed his name during climax.That’s it. She’s hoping I didn’t hear that. This will be fun.

Kiercy broke Peter’s gaze and sheepishly pulled clothes back on. “So, that should do it then?” she asked while dressing.

“Oh yes, darlin’, that should more than cover it.” He leaned in to kiss her, but she shied away and pushed against his chest a bit with her hands.

“I think we need to focus up.” Her nervousness about the whole thing was pretty obvious.

Peter also recovered what clothing he needed to and was preparing to say something off color, but the lights and music going out got in the way. Screams, hoots, and hollers erupted on the dance floor as the rave came to a screeching halt.

“Here we go.” He could hear Kiercy over the ringing in his ears, and while he couldn’t see her, he knew she was in a battle stance.

Then the loudspeakers fired back up with a single voice. It was Legermain!

“Join me, or be judged.” His ultimatum dripped with consequence, and of everyone here, only Kiercy and Peter knew just how dire those consequences were.

From down below, a raver shouted, “Get the fuck off of me.” And then a blinding flash of light so powerful that it defied anything from actually coming into focus, erupted. That’s when the real screams started. Another flash, and another. Legermain wasted no time.

“We have to get down there!” Peter shouted.

Kiercy withdrew a bit of phosphorus from her belt, and clasped her hands together on it. “Pharus, pharus, phraus.” As she finished the chant she opened her hands and flung them high over her head. The phosphorus ignited and hovered in mid-air over her. Creating enough light for them to see a few feet around them.

“Nice trick. Come on, the ladders this way.” Peter urged them to move.

Still more flashes of light. It appears not many people are joining Legermain, and Peter can’t decide if that’s good or bad, because everyone that doesn’t will perhaps become befuddled and blind for life.Poor bastards,he thought to himself.

Once on the main floor, it was pure chaos. Ravers ran in and out of the sphere of light created by Kiercy, and in different directions. Frequently a flash of light would go off, but it was impossible to use it for location, because the intensity forced one to close their eyes.

“Follow me!” Peter shouted at Kiercy over the panicked cries of those around them. Occasionally someone would run straight at Peter and he would have to deck them a hard right cross, or a left uppercut.

As they approached the center of the warehouse, a robed figure came into view, with his back to them. When he whirled around they could see it was Legermain, and he was wearing, night vision goggles.

He hissed in pain as no doubt Kiercy’s light spell created too much feedback. She lunged forward and pulled the goggles off of him.

Arthur raised his hand holding the artifact Kiercy had seen before. “Join me, or…”

He didn’t get to finish his statement as Peter landed a blow to Legermain’s solar plexus. Doubling the man over and taking his breath from him. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Peter Winthrop. Witchunter.”

Peter pulled back his right fist for the coup de grace that would render Legermain unconscious, but another hand grabbed him by the wrist. He looked back to see a rather large man outfitted in the sort of leathers you would associate with a biker.

“Excuse me fella, I was just about to punch the taste out of this man’s mouth, if you wouldn’t mind letting go.” Peter didn’t like the look of the man’s smile.

Where a dangerous looking biker once stood, there was suddenly a Kodiak bear, as the man shifted. Standing on his hind legs, he was easily eight feet tall, and brought his left paw down to swipe razor claws across Peter’s face.

Winthrop rolled backwards away from the blow that would have taken his head off. From deep inside he felt to urge to shift as well. He wondered how well a Kodiak, or this warlock, could match up against a black dragon.

He felt the power surging inside of him, begging to be let out, but Peter knew in these close quarters, the shift alone would likely kill innocent people that would be crushed under his incredible mass.

Not to mention that in dragon terms, Peter was a baby. He had absolutely no control over the powers erupting inside him. A shift could very well mean that he would enter into frenzy of teeth, tail swipes, and fiery breath. He thought about what it would do to him if Kiercy was hurt in all of that, and was able to squelch the beast inside, but he had another to contend with.

Peter drew his silvered knife that he called Moses, because it was big enough to part the Red Sea. “You want to dance big fella? The bear answered with a roar that would make a sane person shit in their pants.

Biker bear came in fast with a charge and attempted to bowl Peter over with his mass, but Peter ran toward him and slid at the last second, narrowly avoiding a chomp as he went underneath the furry bus.

As he slid he brought the knife up and traced a penetrating line down the bear’s sternum. While his opponent howled in pain, Peter rolled out from underneath. “What’s the matter, Pooh? Did the bees sting you?”

The bear shifted back into his human form, screaming and attempting to hold his slash wound closed. With that threat handled, Peter was able to turn his attention back to Legermain. He was standing at the edge of Kiercy’s light spell, and could see her and Legermain fighting at the center of it.

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