Let's All Get Drunk

Hunnie 👩🏻‍🦱

"The Demon King will be MARRIED! ...That old bastard finally found himself a bride!" Yelled a drunken man dressed in royal clothing.

He was standing on a bench with two bottles in his hands.

The whole damn village was intoxicated. They seemed to be celebrating some kind of creature they talked about. Supposedly a demon that lives far in the woods from their village. They mentioned he is a friend sometimes and that we should be happy he chose a woman who will put him in his place.

A demon...king? I don't want to be here when and if he ever comes. They call him and his bride merciless and it shook me to my core.

I gotta get out of here.

The travelers I was staying in the barn with, all seemed to be out and about in the busy and drunk filled streets of the village. There were rich people who were dressed so nicely and then there were also people of lower class mingling in the filled streets tonight.

It was like a holiday to them. I never knew of any humans that welcomed a demon so naturally like this.

I watched as a few silver and shiny barrels were being hauled into the middle of the street and everyone ran over like crazy animals. Forming a line and filling up their cups with the contents coming out the barrel. I was so nervous to ask what it was in fear of being found out I was a witch. I didn't want much attention on me. So I just followed them all.

I seen a few people who didn't have cups go right up to it and lowered their mouths to the nozzle. When it was my turn I hurriedly did the same and lowered my head under the nozzle, pushed down on the lever to release the contents.

It quickly gushed down my throat. The sweet and bitter scent finally hit my nostril as I let the lever go.

"Long live that troll of a bastard. ...The Demon King! Rahhhhhhh!" Yells a passerby with a bag filled. Falling all over the place.

Swallowing all my liquid contents, my tongue swirled around in my mouth and I could taste that it was a very sweet and bubbly brand of wine. No wonder they all ran up to the barrels.

That first chug sat right on top of my chest. Burning it so good. It's been a while since I've had alcohol. You could never trust where you get your water from, let alone alcohol, but the way every one went crazy for this made me slightly curious. What did I have to lose anyways.

I stood in line one more time and began to walk around the village like the rest of the drunk people.

Gazing at the many different tent houses. They were all decorated with wood and branches. You could see the shadows of families celebrating inside.

Then when you look off in the distance and into the community, you could see plenty of young lovers kissing under the moonlight with no care in the world.

I stopped in front of what seemed to be a tiny workshop and stared at my reflection through the small glass window. My hair was tied disastrously behind my head by a rubber band I found on the shore and the only shirt I had, was now looking like a belly shirt with the many holes at the bottom.

My cloak was once a light shade of brown and it's now turned a light shade of green from all mucky leafs and branches I've been through on my journey.

My face was about three shades darker than I remembered my skin complexion actually being, and I had bags the shape of my eye. Making me look like I had two sets of eyes. Or maybe I'm just drunk now....

I turned to walk away from the small shack and bumped right into a sweaty, and stiff man. I went to go bow to say sorry as I'm sure he drank way more than I did, and he grabs me by my waist. My whole body jerks right into his, and I hear him groan.

I refuse to look up. Let this just be an intoxicated miscommunication. My eyes stayed on the small opening of his buttoned up shirt, that revealed his neck and chest. His breathing was rough and haggard.

"Excuse me?! Let me go!" I said through my teeth disgustingly.

I was trying to pry his hands off from behind me without making eye contact. He smelled nice, but this was just plain rude.

When he wasn't letting go I finally let my eyes leave his chest and look up to see who the perpetrator behind the assault is.

My body fluttered at the handsomely tall male in front of me. I was lost in a trance and totally forgot what we were doing in the first place.

He stood there staring back into my eyes, with a smirk on his smoothly, untouched face. He softly lets my waist go. The warmth from his arms leaving my body brought me out of that alluring pull just now, and I shoved him away from me.

I began power walking through the busy crowds and away from that part of the village. Ready to sprint if needed.

The man was mute! He didn't even say anything! My heart was racing and I couldn't shake the feeling that his body had brought to mine. Wow he was gorgeous. What's a man like that want with me?

Squeezing myself passed a crowd, I feel large, hot hands grab my own and I just assumed it was one of the village people squeezing themselves through the large group walking by as well, but when I turned and looked I was horrified.

The same gentleman caught up to me! His light, green eyes were staring at me with no emotion. His face cold and his structure well built. You could see his white colored shirt sticking to his muscles like a second skin. I hissed at him and yanked my hand away as my body was swept away with the partying posse .

Now it's getting creepy. He better behave.

I kept looking back to see if he was still following me but he wasn't. I threw my cloak over my head and held my traveling bag closely to my body.

I bolted for the exit. I think I'll just go hide out by the shore until all this partying stops. I may even have to sleep there...

                   

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Bahm's 🕴🏼 POV

She took one last look towards the village's wide open exit. She saw me again and now she was sprinting away and into the woods. I could hear the drumming of her heart beat quickening and I knew she was frightened. As soon as I touched her in my man form, I felt an instant connection.

She was mine.

I teleported myself outside the walls and into the forest, to get by the drunk crowd of humans blocking the way.

I left the party back in the vampire realm and came here a few minutes after convincing Cyn I was going to look for some drugs in my chamber.

I knew she would fall for that and think it meant she was going to get laid.

Now here I am, chasing after the woman Aldrerix and I confirmed, is our mate.

"Fùcking drunks!" I heard her quiet and hoarse voice whisper. She seemed to have used her dark magic again and brought herself over there so quickly.

Yet, it didn't seem to bother me that she was doing so. In the past I've e always killed dark witches.

Their kind couldn't be trusted and I know they would always work with the legendary Madam Hiliana, the mother of dark magic, to take me down someday.

I didn't get that intuitive feeling with this woman though.

I shifted into my Demon-Wolf and ran through the forest at incredible speed. I got to the small beach and stayed behind the bushy shrubs. Our mate was undressing herself, but falling all over the place.

She smelled even more intoxicating while she was intoxicated herself. I was practically drooling as my eyes took in her glistening bronzed figure. Her thighs were nice and juicy. Her perky breast looked so tender and delicious to suckle.

Oh boy! I swallowed roughly with my tongue sticking out of my muzzle.

At the party, I found Cyn's witch that she used to cast the wolf spell on me. She was incredibly drunk.

I tried my hardest to pry a spell for one night to be a man off the kingdoms premises, and she gives me a damn body with no voice.

I can't stand her, and will make sure I send her to the dungeons for ANYTHING in the future!

You don't ever want to go to my dungeons...

My mate jumps into the cold water and my body shivers at the temperature. I can't handle the cold very well, but now, I see why she did it.

She starts shifting in the water. A sudden growl of pleasure leaves my throat and another idea pops into my head.

"Aldrerix, STOPPIT!"