Story: CG Britannian Breeding

 

Let's look in on Suzaku Kururugi for a while, shall we? Ah, yes, what an interesting young man he is. The son of Japan's last Prime Minister before Britannia invaded. A man wracked with guilt for the murder of his own father, which he committed upon learning of the man's intention to engage in a do or die defense of the nation. By then it was clear, even to the young boy he had been at the time, that Japan would be utterly crushed by such an action. Still, it's not the lives he had saved that he was thinking of. It was the life he had taken.

His penance, then, was to use his own life to make things better for everyone. Doing so the right way. Not as a 'freedom fighter', but by rising in the ranks of the Britannian's own military. Saving people from inside the system, seeking to change the corruption from within. To which, we would call him naive... and he would smile, nod, and agree. He was naive. But if you must commit to evil to defeat evil, then what have you gained in the end?

Idealistic. Foolish. But do you know what else he was? Lelouch had described him as a fitness freak way back when, and that had become even more true as he had grown up. Now, in this training hall, he was on his thousandth pushup. The other recruits were staring at him in exhaustion, sweat pouring off them. It was pouring off Suzaku as well. The instructor had stopped mocking him by this point. Merely stared in slack jawed amazement while counting off.

And do note, he was a strict instructor. He would not count anything but a proper, full push up. It's so easy for some people to do them incorrectly. You must go all the way down and all the way up again.

"Alright, Kururugi, you've made your point," the instructor said. "You can stop now." And so, he did. It was a direct order, and a reasonable legal one, so why wouldn't he? Suzaku rose to his feet and stood smartly at attention... or at least as smartly as he could under these conditions. Sweat pouring off one's body does tend to have that effect on even a healthy body. It's very hard to look smart like this. The instructor looked over at someone nervously. Someone officious. "Get dressed. You've impressed someone important. You'd better not do anything dumb to make us look bad, Eleven. I don't care that you're an Honorary, I don't care that you can do that many pushups in a row, an Eleven is still an Eleven, and so help me if you do anything to make us look stupid..."

"That's quite enough," the officious looking woman said. Some clothes were tossed at him.

"Sir, should I not shower first, sir?" Suzaku asked. "If I am meeting someone important -"

"Then you'd better not keep them waiting," the woman interrupted. "You may shower afterwards, they know to expect a bit of musk. Move on, Kururugi."

Very well then. Suzaku changed his clothes, putting on... a snug tanktop and shorts? Not quite what he was expecting. He might as well have shown up in his gym clothes for all it mattered, he was practically wearing the same thing. No sweat marks, though if anything it was a lot tighter on his body. Weird.

He hurried along, following the attendant, unsure of what all this meant. He'd thought this was a standard training thing, but now he was wondering if there was more to it than that. What, though? Had he been scouted for a special assignment?

As it turned out, that's exactly what it was. For he soon found himself led into a smaller room that was specifically made for comfort. Within, he found a single occupant. A pretty pink haired woman, about his age, wearing a pink and white dress and a red choker.

"Hello," the woman curtseyed. "My name is Euphemia li Britannia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Suzaku Kururugi."

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Euphemia was in love. Or lust. It was hard to tell. She had come here on a whim to fulfil a deep rooted aching need she didn't know she had until that news broadcast. Japan. Japanese. Elevens. Whatever the fuck you call them, she wanted them like she wanted Oxygen. She'd asked very specifically for a team of their best Elevens, the most athletically gifted man, to come and meet with her so she could... Bluntly, so she could seduce them.

Suzaku Kururugi took her wildest expectations and blew them away. Momma want. Momma want right now. Of course, Euphemia being Euphemia, she couldn't just... order him to bang her senseless. That wouldn't be appropriate. It would be an abuse of power.

It would be quite... quite naughty of her. Looking this tall glass of handsome over, it was taking every ounce of strength in her being not to order him to sit down and spank her for being bad. After seeing his display out there just now, Euphemia felt like she would have become a thirsty bitch for Suzaku even if she didn't have a really, really, fucking overpowering fetish for the Japanese.

"This is a direct order," Euphemia began, taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to order him to ravage her right there and then. She was doing a lot of repressing today. "I demand total honesty. No matter what you say, you will not be punished for it in any way. Am I understood?"

"Yes, your highness!" Suzaku said.

"But I will punish blatant dishonesty," She went on to say. She gestured towards the middle of the room, where he stood at attention. So smart and disciplined. Um. What was the phrase? "At ease." He relaxed. Good. Now Euphemia could stroll around him, drink him in a bit more and think through how to approach this. "What do you think of Brtiannia's treatment of Numbers."

Hesitation. He knows who he's talking with. However, she had ordered honesty. Would he have the strength of character to follow that order?

"It is wrong," he said. "I go out into the ghettos and I see a squaller. I look around every day and I see Britannians harassing Elevens who have done no wrong. I see a people beaten and broken, for no good reason at all."

"And yet you joined our military?" Euphemia asked. "Why? Would it not make more sense for you to join a resistance movement?"

"Because I seek a better way to change things," he answered immediately. "Change from within. Forcing the change won't mean anything, the same people will think the same things. I have to show them... Show them that they're wrong! Prove it to them by being a living example! If the system is corrupt, change it from the inside!"

Oh dear. If Euphemia had worn underwear today it would have been completely worthless now. As it was, if this conversation continued as it did this entire dress might be soaked clean through.

"A most admirable position to take," Euphemia said. "It will not be an easy thing to do. Many people are prejudiced. They do not change their mind easily. Even in the face of overwhelming evidence, some people simply will not alter their views."

"Maybe so," Suzaku said. "But if I change enough minds, they'll have no choice but to go along with the new way of thinking. The people I can change, those are the ones I want to reach."

Perfect. She couldn't have asked for a better future mate. Or for a better man for her to lose her virginity to. Now all she had to do was seduce him. It should be easy. Her family had something of an instinct for seducing others. They were naturally beautiful, and something about them made people wish to mate with them, often quite repeatedly. Euphemia had never used this aspect of herself. However, she would use it now.

"Very well then," Euphemia said, turning her back to him and walking away from him, suggestively rolling her hips. "I have made my decision. I shall sponsor your further education. After all, if you are to have any chance of success, your rippling muscles and boundless stamina will hardly be sufficient alone."

She looked back, feeling like he should have been checking out her butt from that walk. Hrm? No response? He was still looking dead ahead? How annoying. Euphemia turned back and quite pointedly put her finger on his chest. The shirt was quite thin. He stank of sweat. It was the most delicious aroma she'd ever encountered. One little lick - no! No, let him come to you, Euphie. Seduce him, but don't force him.

"After all, you do have a very... very strong body," she rubbed his pecs through the shirt with the flat of her hand. "So let us sharpen the mind to go with it. Ensure that you are not outwitted by those enemies you are bound to make among the way - and perhaps even forge social connections that you can make use of." Here, she leaned forward, taking advantage of the fact her dress had no shoulders to it. That's right, you can see it, can't you? From here, the slightest glimpse down would let you behold Royal cleavage. "Perhaps you may even find a good woman to marry you?" Euphemia said. "Would you like me to look into that for you? The comfort of a woman is often quite helpful to a young man."

"Thank you, that's very kind," Suzaku said. "However, you're already offering to help me so much. I am not currently looking for a girlfriend, but will keep your offer in mind for when I am."

Oh dear. Was this her being bad at this, or was he simply that thickheaded? It was honestly hard to tell. At this point, the only thing Euphemia could think of was to, well, order him to mount her and breed her like a stallion. That's the point she'd been driven to, you see. That last move was basically throwing it all out there. Bringing up the topic of a good woman, hinting that she wanted to know his type - Urgh! Her instinct was demanding that should have worked, so why hadn't it?

"Very well then," she said. "Dismissed. Please shower, and we shall speak more at a later time."

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Suzaku Kururugi had never, in his entire life, been more erect than he was right now. From the moment he'd stepped into that office, something had come over him like nothing ever had before in his entire life. That was Lelouch's half sister, huh? God help him she was gorgeous. She put out this naturally kind aura, it felt like he could talk with her for hours and never get bored.

But then, there was her body. It called to him. Like a siren's song. If he'd stayed another minute in there, he was genuinely worried that he might do something stupid. As it was, he was standing alone in this shower watching the water run off his rock hard dick. He couldn't go out like this. It was a miracle he'd kept it soft until he got here. A monumental act of sheer willpower that should be in the history books. Uh, maybe not actually. That would be quite embarrassing. 'The greatest act of human willpower ever accomplished was when Suzaku Kururugi resisted the temptation to pitch a tent around the prettiest girl he'd ever seen'.

"Oh, I'm the prettiest girl you've ever seen, am I?" uh oh. No way. It couldn't be... could it? "Pardon me, Private. It turns out there were some other matters I had forgotten. Let me wash you while we speak."

"Was I talking out loud?" Suzaku asked.

"Yes, yes," Euphemia said, suddenly clinging to his back. Those were her breasts! "I'm going to wash you now. Do you have any objections?"

"N-No!"

"Very well then," Euphemia said, and then she lathered up her chest and used it to rub down his back. Suzaku had to step away from the wall in case he accidentally drilled a hole in it. "To be quite honest with you, this is quite embarrassing. I wasn't entirely being truthful about why I wished to speak with you, as it was quite embarrassing."

"Embarrassing?" Suzaku asked. "D-Don't worry, your highness. I can be discrete."

In response to this, her hand shot around to his junk, and she began to stroke his shaft with one hand while the other tickled his balls. Suzaku's speech capacity dropped by about ten years.

"I am glad to hear it," Euphemia said while gently, oh so gently stroking him off. It was like she knew. Exactly how tight to hold it, how fast to stroke it. Suzaku had the idea that she could make him cum more or less at will, but was deliberately holding back. "You see, the truth is, I am being pressured to find a boyfriend. A partner. A suitable man to serve under me as a Knight. I have chosen you for this task. Your primary duties would be, in order of importance -"

She stopped colad and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "To fuck me stupid the way only a stud like you can."

Suzaku shuddered heavily.

"Your secondary, less important duty, is to ensure my personal physical safety." The stroking resumed, a little faster now. Euphemia stepped closer, until not a beam of light could pass between their bodies, from the top of her breasts to her ankles.. "This role is entirely voluntary. You may step aside at any time."

"Wh-what brought this on?" Suzaku asked. "Why did you - Uh! Why did you not say anything about this in the other place. What's it called again? The office?"

"Well, I had intended on seducing you gradually, but then... " She nodded over to the corner of the shower. "There's actually a hidden camera there. I stumbled upon the feed. By accident, I swear! One look at your body, and I knew I had to have it. I feel like I'm losing my mind, I'd never normally be this forward and - Oh goodness what am I doing? Please, forget everything that just happened!"

She scurried out of the shower as fast as humanly possible. Normally, Suzaku would attempt to obey any command a member of the Royal family gave him, so long as it was legal... But, as it turned out,there was another kind of order that he simply couldn't follow, and that is one that is flat out impossible.