Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 49

The women fluttered around Elvis, touching and admiring his body, especially the thick ridge of his arousal that still pulsed like an earthquake pushing to the surface under his trousers.

"Keep your hands to yourselves," he shouted good-naturedly, swatting at ethereal fingers. "Or my woman will be angry."

Wide, jewel-colored eyes slid to her and flashed like a handful of precious gemstones being thrown in the air.

"Hmph! She is but a human! What can she do to us?"

Sophia threw her head back and laughed, as she danced she raised her hands and wove a shock shield around Elvis. The Sidhe seducers squealed and fell away from him like multi-colored winged dominoes. She beckoned him to her and he caught her around the waist from behind, bending to kiss her neck as he whirled her in the dance.

"The demon is mine!" She declared for all to hear, winding her arms back to twine her fingers in his hair.

They made their way to the trillium meadow, a lush carpet of emerald green covered in tiny white blossoms all year round. It was a favored place for faerie reels and also for the forest satyrs and wood nymphs to gather in lascivious bacchanalia. Already couples were tangled together among the wildflowers, or reclining with picnics of treats and bottles of faerie wine. The faefolk lived a sumptuous life of luxury and instant gratification.

"Ha! So I was right!" Came a familiar, haughty voice from the edge of the meadow. "The high and mighty Sophia spreads her legs for a demon.  Just wait until your father hears about this!"

Elise stood in a belligerent pose that belied her lacy white dress.

"Tell my father and you will regret it," Sophia shot back. She made a face at her rival. "My demon will see you regret it."

For a split second Sophia was appalled by the intensity of her vengeful feelings, and the blatant threat she'd uttered. But the guilt passed quickly. She had every right to be angry. She turned in Elvis's arms and flung her own around his neck. "She will regret it, won't she, sweetheart?"

He wrapped his tall frame around her. "If you want it, honey. Your wish is my command, you know that."

A delicious shiver of power ran through her body. Power, and something else, more malevolent. Something that turned her on...

She plastered her against Elvis and put her lips to his. The strength and hardness of his muscles as he held her, and his arousal as he pressed it to her stomach, sent heat spiraling to her center. She moaned, drawing out their kiss as the Sidhe danced around them in glee.

Elise didn't talk, but stood rigid with anger, watching. Sophia ignored her as she and Elvis were swept up in the reel. They danced and laughed and kissed as though there was no tomorrow. There was no tomorrow. They could stay here in the forest forever! Dancing and laughing and having sex and drinking faerie wine. No one would ever tear them apart!

Elvis grabbed her around the waist and swung her high in a twirling spin. Suddenly, she crashed into something. Someone. Elise went spinning off balance, knocked on her backside straight into the middle of the picnic spread of a copulating satyr and nymph. Sophia gasped at the sight of Elise covered with colorful food and rich purple wine and the naked, hairy limbs of the satyr. She clapped a hand over her mouth, clinging to Elvis, who burst out laughing. Sophia trying her hardest not to giggle. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I-"

"You bitch!" Elise screamed, scrambling to her feet. "You did that on purpose!" Her expression seethed with fury as she spun around and stomped out of the meadow, away from the merriment.

Good. Maybe she'd get lost and not find her way out until after sunset.

It would serve her right.

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