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Royal Britannian Princess	By : DarkWolves Category: +. to F > Code Geass Views: 7409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Royal Britannian Princess
- 2-Lady Cornelias Lover
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Chapter 1: Royal Britannian Princess

They sat together basking in the warmth of the sun beaming down upon the Britannian palace garden in the centre of the Tokyo settlement.
“I haven’t been here for so long” Cornelia Li Britannia mused ideally.
“How long has it been since we have had time to be together like this?” Euphemia Li Britannia mused.
“I know Euphie” Cornelia said, laying on her back she stared up into the clear blue sky above. “But I am afraid that my time of late has been consumed with suppressing these insufferable Black Knights”
“But they saved me from the hotel-” Euphie interjected.
Cornelia bolted up from the grass to sit at the mere mention of the incident. “And for that I gave them a generous head start, now I am in fast pursuit”
“But, doesn’t ‘pursuit’ mean you’ll always be behind them?” Euphie asked.
“Oh” Cornelia smirked slyly. “And you think that you would lecture Viceroy Cornelia li Britannia on military tactics?”
“I mean...” Euphie stammered.
Cornelia’s smirk swiftly softened. “You are correct. The truth is that fighting an insurrection is like striking at dust and shadows. When your enemy has no bases, no supply lines and no leaders the only way to remove them is to wait until they dare to show themselves and then-” Cornelia’s brief smirk suddenly softened. “Sorry, I know you didn’t want to hear more about military strategy”
Princess Euphemia had been charged with many roles as Sub-Viceroy of Area 11. Administrator, Arbitrator, hope to the people, or simply someone to stand before a crowd looking regal. The one she loved the most was the one which required no scripts to memorise or masks to wear, when she could simply be Euphie.
“So tell me dear sister, have you had the chance to meet someone yet?” Cornelia asked.
Euphie’s cheeks flared red with embarrassment. “What about you big sister?” she quickly turned the accusation back on her.
“Well I-” Cornelia faltered.
“Come on” Euphie pressed her advantage. “All those strapping young Britannian recruits around the base and you’ve never dared order one to your room to keep you warm at night” Euphie smiled innocently. “Or is it that you prefer the fairer gender? A shy young cadet trying to prove herself as strong as any man. And in that fiery resolve you see the embers of passion smouldering-”
“Why would I ever need anyone when I have you?” Cornelia’s arms wrapped ever tighter around her sister.
“I guess I could never imagine you getting down and dirty with the enlisted soldiers” Euphie said.
“Sometimes you have to get dirty to slay dragons, and rescue princesses” Cornelia’s bared teeth leapt out to knaw upon Euphie’s exposed neck, Euphie wriggled and writhed beneath her with a soft giggle.
“And what about you, Little Euphie?” Cornelia asked.
“I’m afraid not sister” Euphie said. “There is one other, but he would never give me a second glance”
“I cannot believe that, how could they not love your velvet skin, soft voice, curvaceous chest?” Cornelia asked, nuzzling her lips to Euphie’s neck.
“May we, you know?” Euphie asked her older sibling.
Cornelia knew what Euphie was asking of her. “Of course, my little Euphie”
Cornelia pulled herself to her feet, helping her sister up the two of them walked together through the blooming gardens. It was expected of all Britannian nobles to master a craft; weaving, painting, singing, musical instruments, writing. Prince Clovis had proved himself a talented painter, for Cornelia a battlefield was her canvas, for Euphemia her talent lay in drawing.
The summer house was a single room placed in the heart of the elaborate palace garden, a place where the royal siblings would sequester themselves to pursue their own interests far removed from duty or interruption. Stepping into the garden house Euphemia found her drawing supplies already prepared, a stencil and a comfortable stool laid out in front of a lavish sofa decorated in fiery red silk.
As with every time Cornelia disrobed without words or hesitation, releasing the top clasp of her military dress uniform she allowed a soft sigh to escape her lips as the tension was released. Continuing down her front she released each clasp in succession, revealing a tantalising taste of creamy white skin of her flat stomach beneath. Cornelia kicked her boots aside, removing her matching pants with an idle stretch of her taut muscles. She gathered her discarded clothing and folded them on a side table with diligent, military precision. Despite the small building being kept warm by the persistent summer heat Cornelia’s nipples eagerly rose to attention as a cool summer breeze washed over her.
“How do you wish to have me pose today?” Cornelia asked.
In their previous sessions together Euphie had drawn her subject posing with a spear and shield as an ancient warrior, contemplating in thought of as one of the great philosophers, even entangled amongst the bed sheets with the beckoning bedroom eyes of an elegant courtesan. While they were adventurous in their endeavours they remained cautious to ensure anything which transpired remained solely between them. To that effect as always, the entire household staff of the estate had been dismissed and the senior commanders given the express order they only be disturbed under the most extreme circumstances.
Today, Euphie decided she wished to see her subject in a more natural pose. “Why don’t you spread yourself out on the sofa” Euphie directed.
Cornelia stepped in front forwards, laying herself spread across the length of the elegantly upholstered sofa. Euphie took her seat, taking her pencil and pad in hand and began her sketch. Even laid bare the Viceroy maintained that unshakable confidence which allowed her to lead the expansion of an empire almost single handidly. Beneath that though was the side of her sister only Euphie was allowed to see.
“Sister” Euphie glanced up. “You are so tense. It’s making the drawing appear too rigid”
Cornelia adjusted herself, laying herself lower on the sofa and raising her left hand to idly caress her right cheek enveloped in a soft pillow. Sometimes when she was alone Euphie would even model herself for some imaginary artist, modelling a variety of poses in varying states of undress to craft her portfolio of creations. She knew in her heart that to truly understand her art she would have to immerse herself in her art.
Euphie laid her paper and pencil down on the table beside her. Reaching behind the small of her back she began to release the elegant ties which bound her dress snuggly to her body.
“It took you an hour to get into that dress and it only takes a single kiss to get you out again” Cornelia said with a flirtatious smile.
“Don’t tease, sister” Euphie pleaded even as she released the final tie of her elegant dress.
A warm smile emerged across Cornelia’s lips, she rarely smiled anymore. Euphie found it a rare pleasure when she did. Euphie slipped her dress from her shoulders, revealing her youthful figure. “So eager to lay yourself bare before another, is that how mother raised us?” Cornelia said.
“And yet you seem rather comfortable doing the same, sister” Euphie said. “It should help give the picture more life”
With little to keep her dress in place Euphie’s dress descended down her elegant figure to pool in a finely made heap at her feet. Stepping out of her dress she tried to carry herself with the same unshakable resolve as her sister had maintained. Euphie returned to her seat, taking her pencil and paper in hand she resumed her work.
Euphie’s heart raced wildly in her chest, her pencil tremoring in her fingers even as she fought to reign in her own wayward hand. Without her notice or consent her free hand had reached up to idly caress her bare between her fingers, a stark shiver cascading through her body as the pert nipple rose to attention. Euphie’s hand began to descend her front, tickling across her flat stomach until her finger tips loomed perilously close to her puckered lips. Euphie’s eyes fluttered closed as her fingers caressed her outer lips-
Euphie felt a weight descend upon her shoulders, the touch of another’s hands across her bare skin. Euphie’s eyes opened to be met by the deep eyes of her older sibling, a wry smile emerging across her lips. “Why don’t we finish the drawing later?”
All of the strength seeped from Euphemia’s arms, the pencil and paper slipping from her fingers to fall discarded at her feet. Cornelia’s arms wrapped around Euphie’s slim torso, clasping her tightly to her stomach she drew her younger sibling down with her onto the sofa with her. Cornelia’s fingers combed through Euphie’s soft pink hair, smelling the sweet scent of lavender wafting from between her long locks.
“Are we going to make love now?” Euphie asked.
“Euphie” Cornelia traced her finger tips across Euphie’s bare shoulder. “You are a princess of Britannia, not some elven street walker. You must be treated with the proper care and respect” Cornelia’s hands caressed across Euphie’s soft skin. “I will start with a gentle caress across your cheek, descending across your neck”
Cornelia leant forward to plant a kiss upon the young woman’s lips, a trail of intimate embraces placed delicately across her neck drawing ever closer towards the rise of Euphie’s breasts. Cornelia caressed her lips across the gentle rise of her younger sister’s breast, feeling her soft skin quiver beneath her fingertips. Cornelia’s lips eclipsed the pert, pink nipple and sucked with hungry abandon.
While her lips laid siege to her soft breast Cornelia’s fingers descended Princess Euphemia’s front, her finger tips caressing Euphie’s quivering outer lips. Euphie reached down to hold Cornelia’s hand in her shaking fingers, feeling the moist caress of her own warmth across her fingertips. Taking her partners hand in hers she turned her lover’s explorative fingers back on themselves until they caressed her sister’s outer lips in a concoction of combined juices.
With her free hand Cornelia reached out to pick up the displaced drawing laying on the floor at the foot of the sofa. “A fine piece of work” Cornelia mused idly.
“Perhaps we should have it displayed in the gallery” Euphie giggled. Cornelia’s body quivered at the illicit thrill of the thought of such a public display. “And, maybe now we can finish-”
The hum and murmur of a communicator called for its master’s attention. Cornelia sighed, carefully disentangling herself from amongst her lover’s arms she stepped across the room and retrieved the alarmed device. Cornelia stood proud and bare in the basking sun as she idly scanned the message across the screen. A defeated sigh was all Euphie needed to hear to know that their moment together was truly at an end.
“My presence is required with the Special Corps” Cornelia said defeatedly.
“Oh” Euphie sighed, rolling over onto her back she threw her legs up over the back of the sofa, her cherry red hair cascading across the lip of the sofa onto the floor even as her pert breasts remained standing eagerly at attention. “But I was just getting close”
Cornelia smiled in return. Kneeling down she cupped her sisters upturned cheeks in her hands, leaning down she placed her lips to Euphie’s. The sudden rush of ecstasy through Euphie’s body could not merely be attributed to the sudden rush of blood to her head. “I’ll be back soon, Little Euphie”

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“Ah, Viceroy Cornelia. Welcome to our humble abode” Earl Lloyd Asplund, director of Research and Development for the Britannian Special Corps, greeted his visitor with the same exuberance as he would welcome a fresh shipment of superconductors. “I would offer you a drink however I’m fairly sure half the liquids in this room would dissolve your insides and the other half would dissolve you but in a slightly slower way”
“Just get to the point, Asplund” Cornelia retorted with uncovered disdain. “Why am I here?”
“Of course your grace” Lloyd quickly scooped up a computer tablet from a nearby workbench, displaying a vast incomprehensible array of technical data detailing the Lancelot Knightmare frame and its associated support systems. “As you can see we’ve developed a new wireless communication system allowing faster and more reliable transfer of combat data between the Lancelot and the command centre during-”
“I told you to get to the point” Cornelia insisted.
“Of course your highness” Lloyd quickly iterated. “To be precise this system could exponentially improve the Lancelot’s combat capability to far out perform any other Knightmare design. The initial development costs for the prototype-”
“I’m not here to fund your pet projects” Cornelia replied flatly, her patience fast depleting.
“Princess, you wound me” Lloyd clasped his heart in a hammy display of drama. “This is far more than a mere pet project. If successful it could be installed on all future seventh generation Knightmare frames. All I require is a small endorsement to the Special Corps funding for this financial quarter, perhaps a mere sixty percent-”
“Not a chance” Cornelia replied flatly, refusing to allow her dissatisfaction at having been drawn away from Euphie to humour such a worthless request be known she turned on her heel to leave the hanger in her wake. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have more important matters to attend to” with her final word on the matter given Cornelia was eager to simply return to her quarters before-
“Is that a new moisturiser you’re using?” Lloyd’s offhanded comment brought Cornelia to a sudden stop less than a few paces from where she had started.
Cornelia turned back to face Lloyd. “Excuse me?”
“There appears to be some sort of cream on your cheek” Cornelia reached a gloved hand up to caress her cheek, when the tips of her fingers returned wet her heart stopped in her chest. “I mean far be it from me to inquire as to the details of your personal beauty regime, however it does seem to have given you a certain youthful glow. I’m sure Miss Cecile would appreciate it if you were willing to divulge the particular brand-”
“You were discussing funding for your project?” Cornelia asked through clenched teeth.
“Ah, of course” Lloyd replied with a coy smile. “I agree sixty percent was a rather extravagant bid. Perhaps something in the realm of fifty would prove a more reasonable request?”
Cornelia gritted her teeth at the unspoken insubordination, she truly could not tell whether Lloyd had proved himself observant, sly or merely mad. At any other time she would have seen the department’s chief scientist shot, or driven through the Tokyo slums as a demonstration to the masses, and then shot. “Ten percent”
Cecile, watching from across the lab, was dumbfounded by the surprising endorsement however meagre. She could only watch in silence as her boss sauntered idly across a blades edge, few faced Cornelia either on the battlefield or in debate and survived.
“You know I could have sworn I saw Princess Euphemia carrying herself with a similar youthful enthusiasm” Lloyd pondered idly. “She seemed to be moving in a hurry though, her hair was a mess, corset tied backwards. I dare to wonder what could have ravaged the poor girl such that-”
“Twenty percent” Cornelia interjected.
“Fifty” Lloyd countered. Cecile had never imagined Lloyd as a particularly shrewd negotiator but perhaps it was his cavalier anti-social attitude which allowed him to fail him to realise how dangerous such a course of action could prove.
“Twenty” Cornelia repeated, now fighting a losing battle to remain in control of her emotions.
“Fifty” Lloyd persisted.
“Twenty five and Lancelot will not be dismantled for parts and you won’t spend the rest of your career cultivating an orange farm” Cornelia said with fire burning in her eyes.
“Your majesty is most generous” Lloyd swiftly accepted the offer with a wide smile merely on the cusp of being genuinely sarcastic.
With her peace begrudgingly made Cornelia quickly turned on her heel and left the engineering bay. Having had her time with Euphie cut unbearably short all that she desired was to return to her quarters before anyone else could stumble upon her in such a state, worst of all Lord Guilford.
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