TO CELEBRATE MY NEW LOVE: CODE GE(ASS).
PORN PORN PORN AND MORE PORN. NO, REALLY. VERY NAUGHTY, INDEED.
First up (literally!) is Lelouch/Euphemia. (wait, what do you MEAN no one ships that? pfft.)
Title: do not lift the mask
Author: Hana J.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lelouch/Euphemia
Warnings: manipulation and sex.
Summary: Lelouch--no, Zero--finally has an order for Euphemia.
Euphemia’s pupils burned red around the edges. Lelouch's orders would be carried out, but first-“Take off your clothes.”
Trim nails pushed the sleeve of her blouse down until it revealed a bare shoulder and a cream bra-strap. Her eyes stared at him, unblinking, and she pushed aside her blouse until one covered breast was bared. Shimming the rest of her shirt down to her torso, it hung around her waist like a belt until she pushed it passed her thighs and it fell to halo her feet. Her skirt was pushed down easily, until she stood in nothing but cream panties to match her bra.
Euphemia’s skin, which was normally pale, looked tan in the visor of Lelouch’s helmet. Only one eye could see her true color, unblemished with dark tint. Her slender arms wrestled behind her back and Lelouch reached out, touching one thin shoulder and turning her around. He fumbled with her bra for a moment, before it unlatched and she brought it around to her front. With her back to him, clothed in nothing but a pale and tan kaleidoscope of skin, Lelouch’s body suddenly felt too heavy to stand, his breath restricted in his chest. He could remember her shoulders, tipped in flowers as she had turned to him once, laughing in a field of marigolds. Claudia had called her away from him with a yelled “Euphie” and even now, their relationship had not changed. Neither had his with her. Euphemia was no closer to him now, than she had been then.
She turned to him and the sight with which she held herself, straight-back and without self-consciousness, like a princess should, made his whole body tighten. He leaned back against the concrete wall behind him, needing it for a support his legs could not hold.
Her hands did not fumble as she pulled her down her underwear, until they rested over her toes like a blanket. Her breasts swung with the movement as she bent and Lelouch moved his arm aside, pulling his cape aside with it.
“P-put--“ Lelouch licked his dry lips. “Pleasure me to the best of your abilities.”
Her hands touched the sides of his mask, as if to remove it, and Lelouch batted her hands away hastily. “You are not to remove my clothes,” he commanded.
Nodding in understanding, Euphemia fell to her knees in front of him, prompting a groan of sudden arousal from Lelouch. Her legs were tucked beneath her, spread enough to reveal the pink hair that spiraled over her crotch. His hands fisted at his side, his cloak squeezing between his fingers. Her hands lifted to his crotch, pressing firm against the bulge of his pants. For a moment, they hovered there, rubbing, and then unzipped his pants. She pulled his cock from his briefs with very little urging, pressing his underwear down until it hugged his balls tightly. With his pants still on, she could do little more than move his underwear aside and Lelouch wished he could retract his previous order.
Her lips were dry when she pressed a chaste kiss to the head of his cock, but her tongue was wet and Lelouch closed his eyes tight when she slowly pulled him into her mouth. After a minute of careful kisses, Euphemia finally took him fully into her mouth. Lelouch felt the brush of her teeth on his cock, and even that felt like Euphemia’s namesake: euphoric.
He was afraid to say anything, lest his order cancel the others out. He could only feel words like more, faster, and please rising to his mouth. The mask misted near his lips, his breathing rapid as one hand snaked around Euphemia’s head and buried itself in her pink locks.
She was sucking now, her cheeks hollowing and her head bobbing as his own hand tightened and urged her forward. He couldn’t stand still, shifting his weight with each kiss and slurping suck she placed on his shaft. Her cheek rubbed up against his thigh, warm now with her skin, as she licked at his balls. He could feel them tighten and draw up as his whole body shook with a spasm. He came against the side of her face, splattering into her hair and onto her bare shoulder. The words: “I want” climbed up his throat only to die as he relaxed against the wall, shaking with the force of his own orgasm. Euphemia had stopped, frozen, at the half-formed order. Her eyes, outlined in red, waited for his next command.
Tucking himself back into his pants, Lelouch couldn’t look at her even as she sought him out, red-rimmed eyes awaiting an order. He closed the open eye-patch on his mask until everything he saw was overlaid with black.
“Clean up.” It was the last order he would ever give her.
Title: Honored Britannian
Author: Hana J.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nina/Euphemia
Warning: Masturbation
Summary: Nina thinks of her savior.
Night darkened Nina’s house until even her white canopy blocked the moon from her room. The air was cool, but Nina felt stifled beneath her fluffy comforter. Her skin was hot and a flush spread over her nose and across her cheeks at just the thought of the other girl. She’d said her name was Euphemia, but to Nina she was a goddess. She couldn’t think of Milley, thinking of Milley made her heart ache, bringing a smile to her lips as she remembered her friend-sometimes more-washing her face in the school bathroom, the whisker marks smudged on her cheeks. Her own cheeks still bore the cat marks, and they hadn’t disappeared no matter how much she’d tried to scrub them off.
But she couldn’t stop thinking of Euphemia, her pink hair and the way it curled beneath her shoulders, or the way she stood, shoulders shoved back, face taut with worry for-for--her. Nina’s hands trembled as they touched the skin below her navel, until she felt hair prickle against the tips of her fingers. Hair that was much thicker than the hair atop her head.
Milley had tried to protect her, but Euphemia had saved her.
Nina touched the damp fabric of her panties, pressing her fingers against her clit. She rubbed circles there, biting down on her lip and leaving teeth-marks in the tender flesh. She could picture Euphemia, her eyes blazing with anger at the way the men had attacked her, her head tilted back in defiance, her head tilted back as Nina pressed her lips to her throat. She thought of the way Euphemia’s throat would feel against her lips, soft and smelling of soap, and the way her breath would quicken and tremble as Nina kissed her.
Nina’s concentration broke on a gasp, her hips rising and her hand, tiring, but pressing harder and rubbing faster against her groin. Euphemia’s name squeaked from her lips and Nina arched against the mattress of her bed, her head thrown back against her pillow as she came to the image of Euphemia, princess of Britannia.
She wouldn’t mind be called an honored Britannian, so long as Euphemia remained the princess. She wouldn’t mind serving Euphemia-in any way her princess requested.
More to come? OF COURSE. Are there any comms I can submit this to? And SHOULD I? *__*