Hello there, it's been a while since I've posted anything on here and I apologize to those who have been waiting with baited breath for updates of my other stories. To those of you that are I'm sorry but I may not continue those because I have lost interest in the fandoms or outgrown them. And I didn't actually have a well thought out plan for those stories...so anyway I have been working on this fic for a while now and I actually have a plan for where I want it to go. So without further ado I'll give you some info about it!
!SPOILERS AHEAD! IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE ANIME GO DO IT NOW!
This fic follows the anime more closely than the manga and takes place after Ciel becomes a demon. It starts out as a CielxLizzy fanfic, if you don't like that please don't flame, it makes you look like an idiot and provides entertainment for me at your expense.
There is sexually explicit content in this chapter, if you do not like it go find something else to read.
And the most important thing of all, please enjoy! =)
Prologue
Lord Phantomhive reclined against a leather chair in the sitting room, exhausted. Being a young demon in Hell was certainly no bed of roses. Sebastian had made it look so easy, his reputation as a strong demon preceded him. To gain recognition in Hell, one must defeat someone who is higher in rank than oneself. Being a demon of three years, Ciel Phantomhive was at the bottom of the food chain. Yet in those three years, he-with the help of Sebastian-had taken down many higher ranking demons. Therefore gaining the respect of the higher ups and the resentment of those beneath them. Ciel stretched his toned body, groaning in exhaustion as his eyelids became heavy and he began to nod off. He was sixteen now, and though he was a demon, he aged like a human. Sebastian had taught him the trick as a better way to blend in with humans. And like a sixteen-year-old human male, he experienced that very human feeling of sexual arousal. It first happened when he came into contact with Elizabeth for the first time in three years. He had a contract with a young boy in the east end at the time and had changed his appearance accordingly. She was out shopping in London with some friends and her handmaid, Paula. Lord she was beautiful, the prettiest girl he'd ever laid eyes on. So pretty it seemed, that he realized he had been stalking her throughout most of London. It was when he'd realized this that Lizzy turned around and noticed him standing there,
"Oh good gracious, I didn't see you there my lord, are you shopping for your wife or your daughter perhaps?"
"Pardon?" He'd answered back, terribly confused.
"You're in a fabric shop by yourself you silly boy, you must be shopping for someone special." She giggled, a sweet sound like the chime of sleigh bells. For a moment all he could do was stare at her, thrilled by her lovely presence. He noticed she was beginning to get uncomfortable when she began to shift beneath his lustful gaze.
"Oh, so it is the fabric shop, pardon me, I was looking to pick up some arsenic for the holiday season, I have a rat infestation you know..." He could have face-palmed for this statement, 'you've been stalking her all day and the first thing that comesout of your mouth is rat poison!?' He scolded himself before hurriedly turning to leave only to have her grab onto his coat sleeve. He felt a shiver of pleasure race down his spine as they made contact.
"Excuse me sir, I'm sorry for delaying you but have we met before?" He froze, not wanting to turn around lest she guess the truth.
"I do not believe so my lady, I'm sure I'd remember a face as lovely as yours." She blushed and let go of his sleeve, her hand nearly caressing his arm as she did so,
"It's just...your eyes, they remind me of someone I used to know." Her expression became sad as he looked at her and despite being a demon, he couldn't just move on and forget about it. This was Lizzy, his fiance, the last gift his parents had given him before they were violently murdered. The last shred of humanity he had left couldn't stand to see her cry, especially if it was because of him. He turned around and held her hands in his, giving her a look of sympathy.
"Don't cry, it will be all right, you'll find someone else, someone better than he was, I know you will Lizzy." He said as he wiped a stray tear from her cheek. She looked at him in astonishment as he turned to leave. How could he have known who her fiance was, let alone what he used to call her...if he didn't know who she was? By the time she had gathered herself to run after him...he was nowhere to be found.
Ciel didn't hold the memory in a very high regard. It seemed that every time he was around her, living or dead, he made her miserable. He vowed never to see her again after that, he felt that the pain of losing her, either to someone else or to death itself was too painful to even think about. And so, with thoughts of the lovely Elizabeth Middleford dancing around in his head, he gave in to the security of sleep for the first time in a long time.
...
She was exactly as he remembered her that day in the fabric shop. Her golden hair was fashioned into a loose bun, that single forelock curled into a ringlet to frame her perfect porcelain face. Only they weren't in the fabric shop, they were in a dimly lit boudoir and instead of the high-collared Victorian gown that was appropriated by London society, Elizabeth wore a white silk peignoir that hinted at the intimate curves of her body that Ciel had only seen in his wildest dreams. Just outside the large French windows the Eiffel Tower could be seen against the twilight sky. He was suddenly pulled by his tie towards the large four poster bed. Her luscious red lips curled up into a seductive smirk taht sent a shiver of desire through his very being. She pushed him down on the gold coverlet sprinkled with red rose petals. He stared up at her, mesmerized by her beauty and the way she whispered his name. She reached behind her, pulling the pins from her hair and allowing the golden curls to fall in a glorious curtain around her pale shoulders. She leaned down, gently removing his silk eye-patch. She caught his hands as they came up to cover his eye. Instead of cowering away from the sight of his Faustian contract, she gently sifted her fingers through his hair and kissed his eyelids, slowly moving down to place soft kisses along his jawline. She distracted him with kisses along his throat as she quickly removed the buttons of his silk shirt. He slipped his hands beneath her ivory peignoir and heard her giggle against his chest. She nipped the space just above the waistline of his pants before coming back up to lick and bite his earlobe.
"Naughty boy." She whispered as he moaned. The air that surrounded them was intoxicating. He pulled her up to capture her lips with his but to no avail, she pulled away, laughing prettily, "Ah, ah, ah," she said as she undid the buttons to his trousers, "I know you've been wanting this for a long time Ciel...my Ciel." She looked up at him with so much love as she said this, innocently pouting her cherry-red lips. He wanted to bite them. He wanted to rip her peignoir to shreds, to lick and kiss those beautiful, firm breasts. They were nearly falling out of her gown, her nipples firmly pressed against the fabric. Yet he could do nothing but lie there, completely at her mercy. She pulled his rigid length from his trousers, running her soft hands along it. She leaned forward and gave a tentative lick to the weeping head. He watched as dots of white cream came away on her pink tongue. She closed her eyes in rapture as if she were sampling a fine vintage wine. Her green eyes held an expression of pure lust as she looked up at him, her red lips curving back into that devilish smirk as she enclosed him in her mouth. Ciel threw his head back with a groan as he threaded his fingers through her long hair, nearly forcing her down on his length. To his surprise she took him exceptionally well, deep-throating him until he felt he would burst. He gently pulled her off his length, brushing the hair away from her face. He leaned forward and licked around her luscious lips, catching all the traces of his seed she had missed.
"Lizzy, I want to make love to you." He breathed against her lips as he stared into those eyes that shone like emeralds. Elizabeth reached behind her to loosen the laces of her peignoir, his hands came up between hers and practically ripped the risque slip to shreds, leaving her in nothing but a pair of silken panties that barely covered her backside. He reached forward and tore those too. She pouted up at him as she lay back on the bed, her blond hair spread out across the pillows. A few rose petals clung to her porcelain skin as a result of their love play. She was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen and she was his...even if it was only for one night. He lay atop her supple, willing body, leaving kisses along her sweetly scented flesh. He had never wanted a woman so desperately in his entire life, not even the whores of the Pit could satiate the hunger he had for this girl. He reached down and wrapped her gorgeous legs around his waist, whispering words of sympathy for the pain he was about to produce in her. He entered her slowly, hearing nothing but sighs of ecstasy coming from the woman beneath him. It wasn't long before he had started a pace, a rhythm that quickly escalated into a wild, hard, fast fuck. He was sure it had to be painful, no ordinary human would be able to survive such violent throes of passion. Yet it seemed that even the pain was pleasure to his beloved Elizabeth. A proud smirk found it's way onto his lips as he watched her writhe and moan beneath him, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from feelings of intense pleasure. It wasn't long before she came, crying his name to the heavens as if he were some sort of god. Her long red nails dug into his well-muscled shoulders, drawing blood as she came down from her high. He looked down into those sparkling green eyes, still glazed over with desire as he reached his peak. She whispered,
"Master." He continued to thrust, his orgasm still far off. "Master." She said again, only he realized, it wasn't Elizabeth who said it. 'Then who?' He wondered. The atmosphere around him became fuzzy, unfocused, until it erupted into the bright light of the waking world.
Ciel jolted awake as he felt a hand graze his shoulder. He looked around him, wide-eyed and alert until he came face to face with none other than his faithful servant, Sebastian.
"Ah, my lord you are awake." He stated.
"Indeed I am." Ciel answered grumpily, glaring at the crimson-eyed demon. It was one of the few moments in his life that he was allowed to be intimate with Lizzy and now Sebastian had gone and ruined that. The demon butler smirked in response to the resentful thought,
"I apologize Master, I realize you were spending time with Lady Elizabeth, and by the look of it it was a wonderful time indeed," Sebastian glanced down at the tent in Ciel's trousers, "but it seems the higher-ups would like to see you." He extended the letter he held to his master. "You made quite an impression defeating a chieftain of Hell; the Prince himself wishes to congratulate you." Sebastian bowed and quietly left the room. Ciel glanced at the letter in his hand and flopped back down into the chair. He stared at the ceiling a moment before a devilish grin found it's way onto his lips.
"I'll see you soon...my darling Elizabeth."
