Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 6

So far, the day had turned out very well.

Elvis hummed a tune as he took a sip of his coffee. Unexpectedly well. He thought.

Walking to the window of his penthouse suite, he gazed out, drinking his coffee and watching the sun set in a dazzling display of oranges and reds. He'd been worried. Having a demon tracker as his newest victim was a little unnerving, to say the least. Especially one with Sophia's impressive credentials. He'd almost called off the job when they told him who she was. Hell, along with her father and sister, Sophia practically ran the notorious cadre-one of the very few genuine threats that existed to his kind.

Luckily, Elvis's concerns about Sophia saying anything had been unwarranted. She was obviously clueless that she'd conjured up any kind of demon when she read from that old book of spells two weeks ago. But she had. Specifically, him. A bit surprising...but it seemed Sophia hid a secret flaw deep beneath that serene professional facade. One that had called to him, loud and clear.

Wouldn't she be surprised when she realised the truth? That Elvis presley was no ordinary incubus...

He was a demon of vengeance.

A pure stroke of genius, that incubus ruse. He'd been concerned that a cadre member would see right through the ploy. That she'd either immediately chant a spell and banish him, or school her thoughts not to include wicked prayers for vengeance. Because that would have spoiled his game. When planning his approach, he'd figured the best strategy would be to knock her so off balance she'd never question his real purpose. Thus the incubus idea. It worked beautifully. Already he'd had one blazing success with his true Directive. His smile widened in to a grin.

And as a delightful bonus, Elvis got to spend five nights in Sophia's bed. Damn, he couldn't wait.

As the sun disappeared the radiant twilight ebbed into an enveloping shawl of inky blue and black. A fringe of fog was already rolling in.

A perfect night for Mischief.

After finishing his coffee, Elvis strode into the bedroom and considered his closet. He choose his clothes carefully. Silk boxers. A soft shirt in cobalt blue, black pants and his black boots. Laying out his clothes, he showered and styled his hair. Considered shaving. But decided against it. 

This morning he sensed how turned on Sophia had been by the subtle rasp of his two-day stubble on her smooth skin.

After he dressed, he stood still for a moment, closed his eyes and tested the connection between his mind and hers. Blocked. She was still awake. And shielding her mind from him. A damn annoying skill, taught by the cadre no doubt. He'd never known another human who could do that.

Oh, well.  It was early yet. And he had nothing but time. Time and purpose.

He lit a crackling blaze in the fireplace, picked up a book and settled down in his leather chair in front of the window to wait for her to fall asleep. Only then her mind would open up and let him in.

He waited. And waited. And waited some more.

When he finally sensed her defenses start to crumble, he glanced at the clock. It was 2:30a.m.

He almost smiled. So predictable. He observed her over the past two weeks and knew full well she was an early riser. Which meant tonight she'd tried her best to delay the inevitable. Surely she, of all people, knew it was useless to fight your demon after you'd invited him in. He would win. And she would learn her needed lesson.

That was the way of things.

Did he feel bad for the humans who fell in to his clutches? Did he feel bad serving them up their cold, measured fates? To be honest, he wasn't so much into emotions. Feeling sorry wasn't in the nature of a demon. Nor was feeling love or affection, hate or even impatience. The only emotions he felt were lust and anger. Those were plenty. He did his job, and took his pleasure from the balance restored by it. And of course, from the sensual aspects of his life while in the mortal realm. Food. Drink. Color. Sound. Touch.

Sex.

Oh, yes. Sex was good. He took immense pleasure in sex. Hell, his cock was already hard just thinking about it.

With a lusty feel of anticipation, he set his book down on the table next to his chair and settled into a relaxed position.

Closing his eyes, he pictured Sophia. And sent his mind spinning out towards her...

A little look into the mind of Elvis..before we get down to the good stuff ;) Hope you enjoyed this chapter! And thanks for reading! xoxo