Code Geass Fan Fiction ❯ The Secrets of.... ❯ Cornelia ( Chapter 3 )
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By: shanejayell 
Anime/Manga: Code Geass Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 01.14.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Code Geass Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 01.14.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Code Geass: The Secrets of....
Part Three: Cornelia Li Britannia
Cornelia Li Britannia, the second Princess of the Britannian Imperial Family and Viceroy of Area 11 paused as she looked out the second floor window. The tall woman pulling back so that she was hidden from anyone looking in from outside, even as she gazed at the two figures walking together.
Euphemia Li Britannia smiled happily as the purple haired girl walked on the path through the formal garden, chatting away with the honorary Britannian Suzaku Kururugi. The brown haired boy said something and Euphy laughed, her eyes sparkling with joy as she took his hand in hers.
Stifling a curse Cornelia turned away from the window and stroke down the hall of the palace, heading for her quarters. The young servant girl nodded as Cornelia entered and asked, “M’lady, may I be of service?”
Cornelia looked down at the woman as she coldly said, “Prepare my bath.”
“Ma’am,” the servant bowed slightly before she hurried to the bathroom, her long brown hair shimmering in the light.
With a fierce scowl Cornelia removed the cape across her shoulders and casually tossed it aside, then unbuttoned her military styled jacket. ‘Why does it bother me to see Euphy with that boy?’ she wondered as she heard the water running, ‘Is it just because he’s a eleven?’
With a mental sigh Cornelia had to acknowledge that there was nothing wrong with Suzaku. Yes, he was a eleven but he had more than proved himself as a Britannian as well, using the Lancelot Knightmare frame to assist the Empire several times recently. He was a good man, and even with her dislike of numbers Cornelia could see it.
‘No,’ Cornelia admitted, ‘what I hate is that it’s not me making her laugh, sharing Euphy’s joy. I want her for me....’
“My lady,” the serving girl emerged from the bath, “your bath is ready.”
“Good,” Cornelia began to shrug off her shirt, the maid hurrying over to assist her. Removing the shirt revealed her full breasts contained by a stylish bra, then she pulled her pants down curvy hips. Despite being a fearsome warrior Cornelia had the body of a model, something she was well aware of and occasionally used to her advantage.
Gathering up the clothes the maid’s gaze lingered on Cornelia as she bowed and asked, “Is there anything else I can do?”
“I’m fine,” Cornelia felt a tingle of pleasure at the younger woman’s interest as she padded barefoot into the bathroom and ordered, “but stay nearby in case I need you.”
“Of course,” the pretty woman bowed to her again. “My name is Amy, call me if anything is needed,” she smiled and sat in a chair to wait. “Anything at all,” she added with a certain emphasis.
Stripping off her bra and panties Cornelia slid into the hot water with a sigh, relaxing against the side of the tub. She let herself slide beneath the water a moment then back up, running her hands through her hair as she shook her head. It reminded her of her younger days, romping with the other children at the palace.
“Cornelia?” a soft voice interrupted her musing,
Euphemia stood in the doorway in a robe, her hair flowing loose around her shoulders. Her skin was still lightly tanned from the outdoors and her cheeks were red either from excitement or embarassment. All she wore was a simple robe, hiding her slim yet well formed body beneath it.
“Euphy?” Cornelia blurted in surprise, “What are you doing here?”
Euphemia walked in casually as she opened her robe, revealing she was naked beneath it. “Do you remember when we used to bathe together as children?” she asked impishly as she stepped close to the tub.
“Wait...,” Cornelia started to say, but it was too late.
Euphemia gracefully opened up her robe, revealing her slim, naked body to Cornelia’s hungry gaze. Firm, upthrust breasts made Cornelia gulp in sudden desire, her wait thin and hips nicely rounded, perfect for someone to hold on to. Her legs weren’t as long as a models but were perfectly proportioned for her.
“Here I come,” Euphemia said cheerfully as she stepped into the tub, water rising a bit as she settled in. The tight confines of the tub pressed them together, their legs tangling up as Euphymia lay back against Cornelia’s chest. The younger woman laughed softly, “I seem to remember it was more roomy....”
Cornelia bit back a moan as she breasts rubbed up against Euphemia’s back, her nipples rock hard. “We’ve grown up since then,” she managed to say without gasping in pleasure.
“I know,” Euphemia shifted in the tub, her butt rubbing against Cornelia’s thighs, the younger woman nearly sitting in her lap. She twisted around in the water, suds splashing until she was semi-crouched over Cornelia, looking down at her with a unreadable expression. Her voice soft she purred, “But there’s good things about growing up.”
“Eh?” Cornelia managed, badly distracted by the only partially suds covered breasts.
“We can do this,” Euphemia leaned forward and kissed Cornelia gently.
Cornelia stiffened in shock as her beloved sister pressed close, their breasts rubbing together erotically as the kiss deepened. Euphemia pulled away leaving Cornelia gasping, then the younger woman nibbled on her neck before sucking teasingly.
“Euphy,” Cornelia moaned weakly, “we shouldn’t....”
Euphemia’s hands grasped Cornelia’s larger breasts, squeezing and kneeding the flesh as Cornelia moaned helplessly. “You don’t think I don’t see you?” she murmured as she nibbled Cornelia’s ear, “I feel your eyes on me like a caress.”
Cornelia arched her back, helpless under her sister’s caresses. “I never meant for you to know,” she shuddered.
“I love you, big sister,” Euphemia laughed as she pulled Cornelia up from the water, “how could I not know?”
“Euphy,” Cornelia looked down at her tenderly, “we shouldn’t....”
“Dummy,” Euphemia said fondly....
... just as Cornelia took in some water in her mouth. With a gasp Cornelia reared up in the water, realizing the heat and her tiredness had conspired to make her doze off. Feeling very foolish Cornelia clambered out of the now cool water as she yelped, “Amy!”
The young woman hurried into the bath, her long hair flowing behind her as Amy yelped, “Yes, ma’am?”
“Help me dry off,” Cornelia ordered her as she stepped out of the tub and onto a mat laid out nearby, to protect her feet from the cold floor.
“Of course,” Amy took a large, fluffy towel and walked up to the dripping princess. At first she was cautious, drying her limbs carefully but when Cornelia gave her a impatient look Amy got more energetic with the towel.
Cornelia shivered a bit, glad the girl was hurrying with the towel. Making things worse was that she still felt so stimulated from the dream, her nipples sensitive to the rough towel. Even worse Amy seemed to linger as she dried certain parts of her body, her touch nearly a caress.
As Amy dried her breasts a second time Cornelia reached out and stopped her, giving her a thoughtful glance as she asked, “What are you doing?”
Amy blushed as she stammered, “D... drying, ma’am.”
“That part is dry,” Cornelia smiled wryly, “move on.”
Cornelia watched the blushing girl continue to dry, even as dangerous thoughts lurked in her head. It would be very foolish to act on her lingering excitement, no matter how interested or willing this girl might be. But it had been so long....
Amy knelt down to dry Cornelia’s feet, then began to rub the fluffy towel up each of her long legs. Her gaze lingered on the purple tuft of hair that Cornelia kept carefully trimmed, her cheeks flushing red. She licked her lips as she reached the tops of Cornelia’s thighs, her hands shaking a bit.
Cornelia felt her excitement burning within her and decided to take a chance. “Amy,” she said, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet as she murmured, “it seems there is something I need your help with.”
“Yes, ma’am?” Amy asked, looking up at her shyly.
Cornelia reached out to brush the shorter girl’s hair out of her eyes, “But it could take several hours... maybe even all night.”
Amy’s lips lifted into a shy smile, “I’d ne honored to assist you.”
“Good,” Cornelia purred as she kissed Amy.
End
Notes: While it’s not canon that Cornelia is gay, she certainly seems to have issues around her little sister. *lol* This’ll probably be the last of ‘The Secret of’ series of stories, unless I get hit with some odd idea for a continuation. Hoped you liked them!
Part Three: Cornelia Li Britannia
Cornelia Li Britannia, the second Princess of the Britannian Imperial Family and Viceroy of Area 11 paused as she looked out the second floor window. The tall woman pulling back so that she was hidden from anyone looking in from outside, even as she gazed at the two figures walking together.
Euphemia Li Britannia smiled happily as the purple haired girl walked on the path through the formal garden, chatting away with the honorary Britannian Suzaku Kururugi. The brown haired boy said something and Euphy laughed, her eyes sparkling with joy as she took his hand in hers.
Stifling a curse Cornelia turned away from the window and stroke down the hall of the palace, heading for her quarters. The young servant girl nodded as Cornelia entered and asked, “M’lady, may I be of service?”
Cornelia looked down at the woman as she coldly said, “Prepare my bath.”
“Ma’am,” the servant bowed slightly before she hurried to the bathroom, her long brown hair shimmering in the light.
With a fierce scowl Cornelia removed the cape across her shoulders and casually tossed it aside, then unbuttoned her military styled jacket. ‘Why does it bother me to see Euphy with that boy?’ she wondered as she heard the water running, ‘Is it just because he’s a eleven?’
With a mental sigh Cornelia had to acknowledge that there was nothing wrong with Suzaku. Yes, he was a eleven but he had more than proved himself as a Britannian as well, using the Lancelot Knightmare frame to assist the Empire several times recently. He was a good man, and even with her dislike of numbers Cornelia could see it.
‘No,’ Cornelia admitted, ‘what I hate is that it’s not me making her laugh, sharing Euphy’s joy. I want her for me....’
“My lady,” the serving girl emerged from the bath, “your bath is ready.”
“Good,” Cornelia began to shrug off her shirt, the maid hurrying over to assist her. Removing the shirt revealed her full breasts contained by a stylish bra, then she pulled her pants down curvy hips. Despite being a fearsome warrior Cornelia had the body of a model, something she was well aware of and occasionally used to her advantage.
Gathering up the clothes the maid’s gaze lingered on Cornelia as she bowed and asked, “Is there anything else I can do?”
“I’m fine,” Cornelia felt a tingle of pleasure at the younger woman’s interest as she padded barefoot into the bathroom and ordered, “but stay nearby in case I need you.”
“Of course,” the pretty woman bowed to her again. “My name is Amy, call me if anything is needed,” she smiled and sat in a chair to wait. “Anything at all,” she added with a certain emphasis.
Stripping off her bra and panties Cornelia slid into the hot water with a sigh, relaxing against the side of the tub. She let herself slide beneath the water a moment then back up, running her hands through her hair as she shook her head. It reminded her of her younger days, romping with the other children at the palace.
“Cornelia?” a soft voice interrupted her musing,
Euphemia stood in the doorway in a robe, her hair flowing loose around her shoulders. Her skin was still lightly tanned from the outdoors and her cheeks were red either from excitement or embarassment. All she wore was a simple robe, hiding her slim yet well formed body beneath it.
“Euphy?” Cornelia blurted in surprise, “What are you doing here?”
Euphemia walked in casually as she opened her robe, revealing she was naked beneath it. “Do you remember when we used to bathe together as children?” she asked impishly as she stepped close to the tub.
“Wait...,” Cornelia started to say, but it was too late.
Euphemia gracefully opened up her robe, revealing her slim, naked body to Cornelia’s hungry gaze. Firm, upthrust breasts made Cornelia gulp in sudden desire, her wait thin and hips nicely rounded, perfect for someone to hold on to. Her legs weren’t as long as a models but were perfectly proportioned for her.
“Here I come,” Euphemia said cheerfully as she stepped into the tub, water rising a bit as she settled in. The tight confines of the tub pressed them together, their legs tangling up as Euphymia lay back against Cornelia’s chest. The younger woman laughed softly, “I seem to remember it was more roomy....”
Cornelia bit back a moan as she breasts rubbed up against Euphemia’s back, her nipples rock hard. “We’ve grown up since then,” she managed to say without gasping in pleasure.
“I know,” Euphemia shifted in the tub, her butt rubbing against Cornelia’s thighs, the younger woman nearly sitting in her lap. She twisted around in the water, suds splashing until she was semi-crouched over Cornelia, looking down at her with a unreadable expression. Her voice soft she purred, “But there’s good things about growing up.”
“Eh?” Cornelia managed, badly distracted by the only partially suds covered breasts.
“We can do this,” Euphemia leaned forward and kissed Cornelia gently.
Cornelia stiffened in shock as her beloved sister pressed close, their breasts rubbing together erotically as the kiss deepened. Euphemia pulled away leaving Cornelia gasping, then the younger woman nibbled on her neck before sucking teasingly.
“Euphy,” Cornelia moaned weakly, “we shouldn’t....”
Euphemia’s hands grasped Cornelia’s larger breasts, squeezing and kneeding the flesh as Cornelia moaned helplessly. “You don’t think I don’t see you?” she murmured as she nibbled Cornelia’s ear, “I feel your eyes on me like a caress.”
Cornelia arched her back, helpless under her sister’s caresses. “I never meant for you to know,” she shuddered.
“I love you, big sister,” Euphemia laughed as she pulled Cornelia up from the water, “how could I not know?”
“Euphy,” Cornelia looked down at her tenderly, “we shouldn’t....”
“Dummy,” Euphemia said fondly....
... just as Cornelia took in some water in her mouth. With a gasp Cornelia reared up in the water, realizing the heat and her tiredness had conspired to make her doze off. Feeling very foolish Cornelia clambered out of the now cool water as she yelped, “Amy!”
The young woman hurried into the bath, her long hair flowing behind her as Amy yelped, “Yes, ma’am?”
“Help me dry off,” Cornelia ordered her as she stepped out of the tub and onto a mat laid out nearby, to protect her feet from the cold floor.
“Of course,” Amy took a large, fluffy towel and walked up to the dripping princess. At first she was cautious, drying her limbs carefully but when Cornelia gave her a impatient look Amy got more energetic with the towel.
Cornelia shivered a bit, glad the girl was hurrying with the towel. Making things worse was that she still felt so stimulated from the dream, her nipples sensitive to the rough towel. Even worse Amy seemed to linger as she dried certain parts of her body, her touch nearly a caress.
As Amy dried her breasts a second time Cornelia reached out and stopped her, giving her a thoughtful glance as she asked, “What are you doing?”
Amy blushed as she stammered, “D... drying, ma’am.”
“That part is dry,” Cornelia smiled wryly, “move on.”
Cornelia watched the blushing girl continue to dry, even as dangerous thoughts lurked in her head. It would be very foolish to act on her lingering excitement, no matter how interested or willing this girl might be. But it had been so long....
Amy knelt down to dry Cornelia’s feet, then began to rub the fluffy towel up each of her long legs. Her gaze lingered on the purple tuft of hair that Cornelia kept carefully trimmed, her cheeks flushing red. She licked her lips as she reached the tops of Cornelia’s thighs, her hands shaking a bit.
Cornelia felt her excitement burning within her and decided to take a chance. “Amy,” she said, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet as she murmured, “it seems there is something I need your help with.”
“Yes, ma’am?” Amy asked, looking up at her shyly.
Cornelia reached out to brush the shorter girl’s hair out of her eyes, “But it could take several hours... maybe even all night.”
Amy’s lips lifted into a shy smile, “I’d ne honored to assist you.”
“Good,” Cornelia purred as she kissed Amy.
End
Notes: While it’s not canon that Cornelia is gay, she certainly seems to have issues around her little sister. *lol* This’ll probably be the last of ‘The Secret of’ series of stories, unless I get hit with some odd idea for a continuation. Hoped you liked them!