Another Elisabeth fan fiction, this time a little different! It's written as if by Der Tod to save any confusion. This story is for older readers only! Thanks to felidae-fae for her work on beta-reading for me! Thank you! Chapter 2 coming soon…

Disclaimer: I in no way own Elisabeth!

I feel her breath, soft as a whisper against my neck. The skin raises into goose bumps and I resist the urge to moan aloud and take her. I can't help myself from uttering a soft sigh though and I watch it create a soft breeze through her thick, dark hair. She is yielding to me, I can feel it. The way her muscles relax and she slumps against me slightly. I hold her like she has never been held. I want to feel every contour of her body, every imperfection. I feel her breasts, high and perfect against my chest, begging to be touched. With one hand on her waist, I slowly traced it to the bottom of them, barely touching before plunging the hand down to her lower back just above where it peters out to her bottom. I tease her endlessly, enjoying this and taking my time. No rush. Watching her reaction only serves to heighten my excitement as well. Her desire rolls off her in waves of heat and passion, the asphyxiating quality of pure, uninhibited lust. A woman in such a position is an aphrodisiac of the best kind. She thinks she does not want this but her body says otherwise and betrays her. As the feelings and temperature heighten, her resolve weakens and she wants this more. Her breathing is ragged now and her chest rises and falls periodically. She is falling under the spell of her own lust.

"Funny how one so young can be so easily corrupted" I smirk staring at her with eyes full of passion and amusement. Her heart rates increases further which in itself should not be possible. It thumps a potentially deadly drum roll. I stare at her for a long moment before I raise my hand to cup her face, tapping my fingers on her elegant, high cheekbones.

"Such beauty" I sigh into her ear before my tongue runs slowly up behind her ear, hitting the sensitive erogenous zone cited there. She gasps and her body rocks. I smile triumphantly, savouring every small victory over her body and mind. To have her submit to me will be a long process and every step is a joy for me. Knowing I'm one step closer to my goal. She tenses slightly, anticipating my next move and I clutch her closer to me, urging our bodies closer, pelvis to pelvis. My free hand still at her face glides to her lips. I stroke them with my index finger as I move my lips and tongue from her ear, across her rouged cheeks to her lips.

At once, she pulls back sharply away from me, shrieking. She knocks me off balance and I fall to the floor, ass first. Pride and dignity hurt more than anything else I let out an outraged roar and Sisi trembles before fleeing for the door. I rise to my feet deftly and dive at her. I catch hold of her skirt and cling on, despite the tearing. She turns, hissing and spitting like an outraged cat. She claws at me; kicks at me and still I hold hr. Hold her until I feel the energy being sapped from her. She loses her strength with it and she starts to sob. I re-arrange my grip to hold her arms as wave after wave of tears mark her cheeks. I feel so sorry for her and her predicament but she had to learn. No-one treats me, Der Tod like that…