Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Putting a Princess in her Place (Code Geass)

Poll Winner

Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Anal

Summary: Instead of trying to oust Lelouch when he declares himself Emperor, Guinevere immediately submits to try and gain favor. Of course, Lelouch isn’t about to accept that without something more substantial. 

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The unthinkable had come to pass. Charles zi Britannia, the Ninety-Eight Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire, was dead at the hands of his own son. The Eleventh Prince of the Holy Britannian Empire, Lelouch vi Britannia shouldn’t necessarily have been able to claim the throne as he did just by committing Patricide.
 
And yet, Guinevere de Britannia had seen which way the wind was blowing. Her other siblings might have been in an uproar at seeing Lelouch declare himself Emperor, but Guinevere knew better. The First Princess of the Britannian Imperial Family did the smart thing for once in her life… and bowed her head. This had the immediate effect of sparing her from Lelouch’s Geass, not that she knew it. As she knelt willingly, the rest of her siblings were forced to kneel by that Geass in his eye.
 
In the longer term, this also had the effect of drawing Lelouch’s attention. While the rest of the Princes and Princesses of the Royal Family were forced to either become soldiers or service staff, Guinevere was the only one who managed to maintain her position as Princess. Lelouch was too curious not to keep her around and see why she had been so willing to submit.
 
And so, days after that fateful announcement and the Eleventh Prince jumping the line and taking the throne, the two of them were meeting in the throne room all alone. As Lelouch vi Britannian sits upon his new throne, Guinevere approaches and kneels before him, bowing her head in submission. But of course, she is not without her sass. A smirk plays across her lips, and she glances up at him as if she knows him.
 
“Little brother. The throne suits you.”
 
Frowning, Lelouch narrows his eyes at his older half-sister. While they share the same father, that could be said of all of the children of the Royal Family. That didn’t necessarily make them truly brothers and sisters in Lelouch’s eyes. Indeed, there were too many half-siblings and too many contemptible members of the Royal Family for him to consider practically anyone outside of Nunnally and Euphie as his true siblings. Guinevere was just a woman who shared a sperm donor. That was all.
 
“I would think, from your willingness to kneel, that you would know better than to test me, Guinevere. Lest you join Carine with the maid staff.”
 
Indeed, Lelouch had ‘employed’ their other sister, Carine ne Britannia, as a maid in the palace, his Geass power forcing her to obey his every order as if he were actually the legitimate Emperor of Britannia. Which to be fair, he was… might makes right, after all.
 
Immediately dropping the smirk, Guinevere bows her head even lower, changing tone on a dime.
 
“Of course, Your Imperial M-Majesty. I would never wish to test you or disrespect you in any way. My sincerest apologies.”
 
“Are they? Sincere, that is? I do have to wonder.”
 
Standing from his throne, Lelouch stares down at Guinevere, truly wondering what she’s playing at. He’s got to figure it out, he has to make sure she doesn’t interfere with his plans… and the only way he can think of is to test the limits of this seeming subservience. There’s gotta be a point where she snaps and refuses to obey, at which point he will feel guilt free in Geassing her and sending her to work with Carine after all.
 
“I am your loyal servant, Emperor. However you wish to use me, I shall do as you see fit. The others… you have sent them on their way. But with me, your rule is solidified. With me, you-grk!”
 
Grabbing Guinevere by the jaw, Lelouch snorts derisively.
 
“I don’t need you to help solidify my rule, Guinevere. You, who have been referred to as Britannian’s Marie Antoinette. Your lavish spending and extravagant displays of wealth have left your reputation in tatters among even the nobility. No one would bat an eye if I stripped you of your titles and sent you to work with the maids like Carine.”
 
Trembling, the older woman licks her lips carefully.
 
“I-I would ask that you not. I did not hesitate to bend the knee, your Majesty. I am your loyal servant… please allow me to prove it.”
 
Raising an eyebrow, Lelouch grunts questioningly.
 
“And how will you do so?”
 
Needless to say, the young Britannian Emperor is more than a little taken off guard when Guinevere responds… by reaching up and beginning to work open his pants. Not daring to look him in the eyes, the First Princess is focused entirely on her task, and thus misses the gobsmacked expression that sits in Lelouch’s face for a good dozen seconds before he gets himself back under control and regains his stoicism.
 
“What are you doing, Guinevere?”
 
Only now glancing up at him and seeing his emotionless state, Guinevere shudders.
 
“What can any woman do to prove to a man that she is loyal? I am yours, my Emperor.”
 
She really is trying to sell this, isn’t she? Lelouch can only watch on, nonplussed, as his arrogant, egotistical older sister pulls his cock out and begins to fondle it with her soft hands that have clearly never worked a day in their life. She slaps his length down across her expansive cleavage as well, looking down at his dick as it sinks a bit between her buxom bosom.
 
“… I see where I erred before, your Majesty. There is nothing little about you.”
 
Lelouch flushes a bit at that but manages to hide it before she glances up at him again. Blushing a little herself, Guinevere begins to slowly work his cock between her tits, before leaning forward and taking the tip of his dick into her mouth. It’s a display of subservience and submission that Lelouch isn’t expecting from the First Princess. It’s also one that’s proving to be super effective to a young man with an impressive libido like his.
 
He’s been so focused on his plans, but really, it’s not fair how surrounded by beautiful women he’s become in recent times. In fact, Lelouch would even argue that Guinevere doesn’t hold a candle to gals like C.C. or Kallen. But neither of them are here, and Lelouch can’t say that either of them would be quite so… submissive and available. Not like Guinevere clearly was.
 
Still, he wasn’t sure he believed it. He needed to test her, to push her to her limits and see where she finally broke. This, all of this, had to be an act. She would snap and rage at him, he had to believe she was still the arrogant, ambitious bitch he’d always known her to be.
 
Reaching out somewhat experimentally, Lelouch starts by grabbing her firmly by her hair, forcing her head forward a bit more. Her eyes flick up to him, but there’s none of the contempt or indignation he’s expecting. Instead, she doesn’t resist as he forces her to take more and more of his cock between her painted lips, his thick shaft eventually leaving her cleavage altogether as she starts to gag and choke.
 
“Glughk! Gagkh! Hulghk!”
 
Hearing the First Princess gurgle on his cock is honestly music to Lelouch’s fucking ears. She deserved this and more… they all fucking did. Of course, Lelouch would never have gone here on his own. He would never have done this of his own accord. She was offering herself up though… and so Lelouch would have his way with her until she refused to let him do anything more.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
Her choking develops a rhythm and her eyes water as Guinevere sheds what are likely the first tears of her entire spoiled life, if not the first tears in many, many years. The pampered bitch gurgles and saliva and slobber alike drool out of her mouth and down her pointed chin, into her expansive cleavage and between her breasts.
 
Lelouch’s balls slap against that increasingly saliva-coated chin and he grunts as he forces her up and down his length… and yet, still she doesn’t fight him. Well then, if she’s not going to resist this, he’ll just have to go all the way, won’t he?
 
And so, without warning or hesitation, Lelouch pulls out of Guinevere’s mouth and throat at the last second. Just as the First Princess is starting to recover from having his cock in her esophagus, Lelouch begins to cum. He sprays his seed all over Guinevere’s face without hesitation, even making sure to get some of it in her hair.
 
For the briefest of moments, she freezes up in shock and disbelief and Lelouch readies himself for the blow up, preparing to use his Geass on her and send her to the maids right then and there. However, to his utmost surprise… she maintains her calm. With his cum dripping down her face, Guinevere looks up at him, still kneeling before him, hands in her lap.
 
“I hope that I have proven myself now, your Majesty. Unless… unless you require more. You need only say the word.”
 
Lelouch’s cock twitches at that and the humiliating appearance of the bitchy First Princess combined with her willingness to do ANYTHING he wants soon has his member roaring back to life. As his thick throbbing rod stands at attention right in front of her face, Guinevere looks between him and it expectantly. But Lelouch is nothing if not a master of doing the unexpected…
 
“I do require more. I require everything from you, Guinevere. Turn around. Face on the floor. Ass up in the air.”
 
“… Of course, my Emperor.”
 
Doing as she’s told, the facialized First Princess assumes the position. Face down, ass up. She gasps when he hikes up her dress over her shapely behind but doesn’t stop him. Not even when he pulls her panties down rather roughly, yanking them to her knees. With her ass before him and her pussy framed betwixt her pale thighs, she looks a lot better like this. She looks like she’s finally been put in her place.
 
But of course, this is nothing compared to what he actually has planned. Reaching out, Lelouch grabs Guinevere by her ass cheeks and spreads them, spitting down into her ass crack right then and there. She’s clean of course, the bitch of a Princess probably had the servants clean her thoroughly every single morning. Still, the feeling of his spittle landing between her pale butt cheeks is enough to make her jolt as she realizes his intentions.
 
“I-Is this really necessary, your Majesty?”
 
“Yes.”
 
He expects his flat, uncompromising response to be met with outrage and indignation. Surely THIS was where Guinevere would snap and blow up at him. And yet, to his surprise, the First Princess shudders but nevertheless steels herself, showing more resolve than he would have thought the spoiled bitch capable of.
 
“… V-Very well…”
 
Well now she’d called his bluff. And the only way he could maintain his control over her, and the situation was by making it not a bluff in the first place. And so, the Ninety-Ninth Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire leans forward, presses the head of his spit-polished cock to Guinevere’s asshole, and begins to force his way in. She yelps and squeaks and squeals as he begins to plunder her anus, and she even kicks her feet a little bit… but she never once asks him to stop.
 
Honestly, it feels too good, Lelouch isn’t sure he could have stopped anyways. Groaning his enjoyment, the young man begins to fuck his older half-sister’s ass. If nothing else, he’s secure in the knowledge that Guinevere deserves every last bit of pain and discomfort she’s feeling right now. Still, he’s not a sadist. He’s not out to hurt her for the sake of hurting her.
 
As such, he doesn’t go too hard or too fast, not wanting to tear anything. Luckily, their oral foreplay had involved lubricating his cock quite nicely, and so even though Guinevere is incredibly tight back there, he’s still able to slowly but surely make his way in and out of her back door, stretching her out bit by bit and inch by inch further and further until she’s taking him nice and deep.
 
Holding her by her ass cheeks as she grinds her cum-covered face into the floor to try and hide her cries of discomfort, Lelouch digs his digits in, squeezing the First Princess’ pillowy ass. She’s taking him like a champ, and he can scarcely believe she’s not begging or demanding for him to stop. Even now, Guinevere is handling his dick like… like she wants to actually submit to him and his rule.
 
For the first time, Lelouch feels a sort of kinship with his father. Because this… this feeling of power, of sexual control over another person… it truly is intoxicating. His father with his harem, with all his wives and children, had made such a mess… but then, Lelouch wasn’t in any danger of following in Charles’ footsteps right now, was he? It wasn’t like he was about to marry Guinevere. He wasn’t even fucking her in the right hole to even think about making children.
 
No, in the end, railing this bitchy, ambitious Princess in the ass, while it wouldn’t make up for all the harm she’d done, was pleasure for the sake of pleasure and honestly felt really, really good. Mounting Guinevere and plowing her harder and faster into the floor, Lelouch groans and growls his enjoyment… before finally blowing his load.
 
As he does so, he doesn’t even think of pulling out. Instead, he proceeds to paint the insides of Guinevere’s bowels white with his seed, creampieing her asshole right then and there. Most surprising of all, however, is her reaction. At the sensation of him cumming in her ass, Guinevere seizes up… and then to his shock, begins to cum. He doesn’t realize what’s happening at first, but the pussy juices squirting out of her unoccupied quim are damning.
 
The First Princess had just experienced a climax via anal. She’d just cum… from her ass.
 
In that moment, Lelouch knows he has nothing to fear from Guinevere. Because that right there was the sort of thing she would never live down and indeed, would never want getting out. Smirking, Lelouch gives Guinevere’s pale ass one last smack and then pulls out of her and stands up, tucking his cock away back into his pants and moving back to his throne.
 
Slowly, shaking and quaking and quivering, Guinevere picks herself up, pulling her panties into place and sliding her dress back down. As she straightens on her knees, the First Princess looks at him.
 
“H-Have I proven myself yet, my Emperor?”
 
Cocking his head to the side, Lelouch hums as if considering it, before finally offering her a wicked smile and a simple nod.
 
“For now.”
 
Bowing her head submissively, Guinevere takes her leave, exiting the throne room and leaving Lelouch to continue his plans in peace.

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