Page 36 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

He placed me behind him, turned back to the crowd who eyed him hopefully.

“Bars' closed,” his deep voice was threaded with malice, and even I took a step back.

Faces fell as they started to realize that he didn’t share in their joke.

“We were just kidding,” one cried out.

“No offense, ma’am,” from another.

“Isn’t that the Princess Indy?”

This was the comment that unleashed the beast. Scarecrow’s hands glowed as his body grew in stature. His face took on a hard, deathlike mask. His eyes were the most frightening, no longer dark, they glowed a red with fury.

“Oh, shit,” Jake breathed, “Everybody out! Get your asses out of here! You heard him, get out!”

They cleared the bar in three minutes flat.

Jake was the only one remaining. He approached Scarecrow, much like one would a wounded animal.

After a moment's hesitation he spoke, “Are you alright?”

Scarecrow raised his glowing hands as if to strike Jake. I had to stop him. I jumped in front of him just as Scarecrow was about to advance. His glowing hands were touching me instead.

I felt a small jolt of current. It wasn’t unpleasant, quite the contrary, it felt familiar, safe, and warm.

“Holy shit,” Jake breathed, “I have never seen this before.”

I turned to him and noticed that his hands were pointing to my arms. It was then that I noticed all of me was glowing, just like Scarecrow’s hands had been.

“I have this,” I said to Jake.

He looked at me like I was stark raving mad, and perhaps I was, but he nodded shakily.

“Would you lock up?” I asked.

Jake again nodded and went to do as I asked him. Soon it was just Scarecrow and me in the bar. His body was starting to revert to normal.

I knew that he would be embarrassed, and I didn’t want that. I was coming to care for every part of him, and the fact that he lost control coming to defend me, that was flat out hot.

Before he could utter the words of an apology, I slammed my lips to his.

His beast was just below the surface, and I know that he was fighting to hold back, not wanting to hurt me. But I wanted him, all of him.

Please kiss me back, Scarecrow, kiss me!

It was as if my pleas were answered, he grabbed my face, groaning and kissed me with raw passion. Tongues, teeth, and desire all fighting for dominance as my sanity quickly fled the room.

I wanted him. I wanted Scarecrow with a longing so intense that it scared me a little.

I didn’t care that we were in the middle of the bar or that anyone could see through the dirty windows.

I sank to my knees and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the denim down as his rigid cock bounced against his stomach.

This was what I had been waiting for!

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