Dark Enchantment

12

Elara

I woke up to the sensation of hands on my skin, and lips caressing my throat. It was an eerily familiar feeling, one that sent shivers down my spine, not from pleasure, but a primal fear. I opened my eyes, blinking away the sleep, only to find Leon hovering above me. His eyes, glowing with a predatory hunger.

I felt a lump forming in my throat as he crawled backward, his eyes never leaving mine. He began to undress, each article of clothing tossed aside carelessly, revealing the body of a man unashamed of his desires. The sight of him, so vulnerable yet so powerful, was a paradox that left me with a sense of dread. As he climbed back onto me, his body warm against mine, I couldn’t help but remember the last time he touched me. How disgusted I felt. How scared I was.

His lips found my neck again, sending a jolt of panic through me. I closed my eyes again, trying to find some strength inside me to push him away. But instead I was held there by the memory of my mother. The images flashed through my mind in a horrific slideshow. Her pleading eyes, her muffled cries, her lifeless body - all because of him.

If magic were real, I would use it to seek revenge. I would use it to make him feel the same fear, the same helplessness that my mother had felt. All I had to do was find a way to believe in it. To pull it out of me and use it.

So I decided, as his lips continued to trail down my neck, that I would use him. Or rather, I would let him use me. It was a dangerous game, one where the stakes were my sanity and my life. But I had nothing left to lose, not after what he, Asher and the others had done. I would use his and their desires, their obsessions, as my weapon. I would let them believe that they had power over me, all the while plotting their downfalls.

With that thought in mind, I let out a sigh, feigning pleasure. His lips curled into a satisfied smile against my skin, completely unaware of the storm brewing within me. Yes, Leon, I thought, enjoy this while you can. For soon, I will be the one standing over you, and you will be the one begging for mercy.

Suddenly, like a violent gust of wind, Leon was ripped away from me. He flew across the room, landing in a crumpled heap against the wall. I blinked in surprise, my heart hammering in my chest. Standing in the doorway was Asher, his face twisted in a mask of fury.

He stormed into the room, his boots thudding against the wooden floor. Without sparing me a glance, he grabbed Leon by the throat, hoisting him against the wall. Leon struggled against his grip, his face turning a sickly shade of red.

"I told you what would happen should you ever lay a hand on Elara again," Asher growled, his voice echoing menacingly in the room.

This was it. This was the chance I had been waiting for. I needed to act now, to seize this opportunity that had presented itself. With a shaky breath, I pushed myself off the bed and onto my feet.

I wobbled towards them, my legs still unsteady. Placing a hand on Asher's shoulder, I felt his muscles tense beneath my touch. Taking a page out of the dark romance novel I had once read, I knew I could use my body to get what I wanted. All I had to do was swallow the bile building in my throat. So, I leaned in and brushed my lips against his.

He returned the kiss, but his posture remained rigid, his hand still firmly gripping Leon's throat. Breaking the kiss, I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. "I want you to join us," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

He didn't respond, his gaze unreadable. So, I kissed him again, pouring every ounce of desperation and determination into it.

Slowly, with a trembling hand, I slid my fingers down Asher’s arm, the muscles twitching beneath my touch. His gaze followed my movement, his eyes narrowing in confusion or maybe it was curiosity, it was hard to tell. As my hand reached his, I gently pried his fingers from Leon's throat.

Leon dropped to the floor, gasping for air. But I paid him no mind, my focus solely on Asher. He didn’t resist as I interlaced our fingers, his grip firm but not crushing.

Stepping back, I guided him away from Leon and towards the bed. Our eyes were locked, his gaze intense, filled with questions I wouldn't answer. I could feel Leon’s eyes on us, burning holes into my back.

I had once wanted nothing more than for Asher to take me in every way possible, but now, the thought of what I was about to do, of having them both touch me, made the bile once again rise to my throat.

I swallowed hard, quashing the feeling of revulsion. This was a necessary evil, a means to an end. I was no longer Elara, the innocent girl who had once dreamed of love and happiness. I was a woman seeking revenge, ready to use every weapon at her disposal. This was on my terms, I reminded myself.

Once we reached the bed, I turned around to face Asher, my hand still firmly clasped in his. His eyes searched mine, looking for an explanation, for consent. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, a silent confirmation of my consent.

As I pulled Asher towards me, I could feel my resolve hardening. This was not about pleasure or desire. This was about power. And as much as the thought of it made me sick to my stomach, I was willing to endure it. For revenge, for my mother, for myself.

Asher

Knowing that Elara loved her mother and her mother loved her left a pang in my heart. My own mother had been a deceitful b***h, a woman who’s cares were only for herself. So, I decided to bury Elara’s mother in the grounds of the chapel. I shouldn't have cared, but I couldnt help myself. There was a part of me that wanted Elara to love me, and it is was a bitter pill to swollow. My brother's had wanted me to just burn her body like the many other sacrificed for our cause, but I couldn't let that happen. Not to her. Despite it being my idea for her death, I wanted better for her than a fiery end.

Her sacrifice was a necessary evil. It was the price I had to pay to mold Elara into what I needed her to be - a dark witch. To solidify her place among us, to ensure she was truly one of us. And if I were honest to myself, to keep her here - with me.

As I entered the chapel, one of my brothers approached, his bag on his back as he was about to leave. "Where's Leon?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

He shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that did nothing to quell the unease brewing within me. "Last I saw, he was headed towards Elara's room."

A surge of fury washed over me. Leon was always one to exploit situations, and would likely take advantage of Elara's vulnerable state. The dark magic coursing through her had put her in a deep slumber, a sleep from which she'd awaken only when her body accepted the dark power that coursed through her veins.

Without a word, I stormed towards Elara’s room. I had to stop Leon, I had to protect Elara, if not for her, then for myself. As I stepped into the room, my worst fears were confirmed. Leon was on her, his lips on her neck. With a flick of my wrist, I used my powers to hurl him across the room like a f*****g rag doll.

In an instant my fingers were tight around his neck, but before I could finish him Elara's voice stopped me. She told me that she wanted us both, a statement that left me reeling in confusion. She was supposed to be asleep, yet there she was, wide awake, and seemingly complicit in what was happening.

Bewildered but unable to resist her, I let her guide me towards the bed.

As her lips touched mine I trailed my hands down her body, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, matching my own erratic heartbeat. One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing the soft expanse of skin beneath.

I slid my hand to cup her breast, my thumb brushing over her n****e, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. At the same time, my other hand found its way to her thigh, the smooth skin warm under my touch. I could feel the tension in her muscles, mirroring my own unease. But she did not pull away, her gaze holding mine, a silent plea for me to continue.

My lips continued their journey down her neck, the taste of her skin on my tongue a bittersweet reminder of the path that had lead to this. I reached her chest, my mouth gently sucking on her n*****s. She let out a soft gasp, her body arching into mine.

Just as I was losing myself in the rhythm of her breath, the rustle of movement snapped me back to reality. I looked up to find Leon standing beside us, his hands lost in Elara's disheveled hair.

The sight of him touching her made my blood boil. Every instinct screamed at me to stop him, to protect Elara from him. But her eyes held a different story. She wanted him there.

Swallowing my pride and my jealousy, I continued moving my mouth over her skin. Even as Leon's hands explored her body, as his touch mirrored mine.

This was her choice. As much as it pained me, I would respect her wishes, her desire. Even if it meant sharing her with Leon.

I gently pushed Elara onto her back, my hands finding the hem of her leggings. They were stained with mud and blood, but then we had refused to left her change, one of the torments we bestowed upon her. I carefully pulled them off, revealing the expanse of her legs. And that gorgeous f*****g dream catcher tattoo that covered her thigh.

I paused to plant a soft kiss on her thigh, my heart hammering in my chest. I could hear Leon's ragged breathing next to us, a discordant harmony to our actions. Slowly, I moved my mouth higher, my tongue tracing a path between her folds.

Her body tensed at the contact, a low moan escaping her lips. The sound was music to my ears, a symphony of desire and pleasure. But before the sound could fully register, it was muffled.

I looked up to see Leon in front of her, his d**k pressing on her lips. She took him in, her lips wrapping around him as her moan turned into a gasp.

I had to again remind myself that she wanted this. So I didn't stop. I continued, my tongue moving in rhythm with her gasps. All the while, I could hear Leon's groans.

As Elara’s body trembled beneath me, I knew she was about to orgasm. With the hand that wasn’t holding me up, I reached down to free my own d**k.

I positioned myself at her entrance, and took a moment to look into her big blue eyes. They held determination, anticipation and what looked to be a hint of fear. But there was no resistance, no plea for me to stop.

With a steady breath, I pushed into her. Her body tensed beneath me, a gasp escaping her lips. So I stilled, giving her a moment to adjust before I thrusted with everything I had.