Story: Fantasy Seduction Conquest

 

If Suzaku was being perfectly honest, he wasn't entirely sure of what had been happening today. One minute, he's arrived to his job, as Princess Euphemia's personal knight. The next, he's shirtless, in her bedroom, doing push ups. While being cheered on by the rest of her personal bodyguards, who were all dressed in quite skimpy cheerleader uniforms.

"Go, go, Suzaku!" they cheered on. "Be a hunk! You're Euphemia's handsome lunk!"

That was a bit of a clunky line, but the enthusiasm was there. Though Euphemia was not. He had been quite certain she'd been here not too long ago, being her usual cute, adorable pretty self. He vaguely remembered she wanted to show him something important.

Then he vaguely remembered something else. Something about her on top of him, holding his hands and asking what he wanted to name their offspring, or something like that. But that would be crazy, it must've been a weird dream he'd had. The likelihood that a Princess would want to have sex with a guy like him was -

"Go Suzaku, strong and lean! Soon he'll be everyone's dream!"

"Thanks for the encouragement ladies, but I'm not really all that!" Suzaku smiled warmly at them, and then one of them feigned fainting into the arms of the others. Quite the little performance, there. He did have to wonder what the fuss was all about, though. Also, why he wasn't with Euphemia right now. Where was she, and why was he obsessively doing push ups...

When he could be doing sit ups! Suzaku rolled over onto his back, and then began to perform textbook situps, one after the other without breaking a sweat. The cheerleader/bodyguards squealed in delight, and then one of them brought a straw up to his lips, prompting Suzaku to stop to take a sip.

"Thanks!" he said. "Gotta stay hydrated!"

"Given all the activity you're getting today?" a voice quipped from the doorway. "Yeah, you'd best stay hydrated."

From the doorway, in stepped Euphemia. Or more like, skipped, waving around her pompoms and doing high knees, eyes fixed upon him. He had to admit, she was really, super cute like that.

"Have you been working out while I was gone?" Euphemia asked. The cheerleaders all giggled to themselves. Euphemia reached down and trailed her finger down Suzaku's pecs. "I don't see any swe~eat."

"Oh, no, he's been putting himself through the ringer!" one of the bodyguards piped up.

"He's just such a studly hunk that it'll take a lot more than that to make him break a sweat!" cheered another.

"That's a shame," Euphemia said, sticking her finger in her mouth. "I'd been hoping to taste my dear, sweet Suzaku's sweat. Oh well. I'll just have to settle for riding that D. Teehee! I'm the luckiest S-L-U-T in the Empire!"

Something about that did seem a little strange, but for some reason Suzaku couldn't quite place it no matter how hard he tried. Speaking of hard, for some reason he was hard as a rock, which was quite improper considering he was on the job right now. Although, come to think of it, 'on the job' was sometimes used in certain rougher parts of the country as an allegory for sex, which meant he should probably have some. Fortunately, Euphemia seemed to be perfectly willing and eager to provide some to him.

"How are the suggestions taking hold?" Euphemia asked her cheerleaders. "Is he interpreting everything in a sexy way yet?"

"Hard to say," was the reply. Suzaku paid it no heed. With Euphemia lowering her body, squatting over him, steadying his shaft beneath her it was hard to focus on anything other than the most beautiful expression of love in the world. The penetration was surprisingly easy, her pussy welcomed him inside. It as slick already, and welcomed his member inside like an old friend, although, how strange. Something about this did feel quite familiar. "He wasn't talking much and didn't react to our blatant attempts to show off our panties."

"Oh, that's fine then," Euphemia sighed, settling down, taking his hands and beginning to gently rock in position on top of him. "I suppose I'm the only woman he has eyes for. He might not have even noticed our guest in the corner."

"Guest...?" he muttered, and turned his head to look. Indeed, he hadn't noticed that there was someone else standing in the doorway. Another familiar figure, also wearing a cheerleader's uniform. A tall, thin, tanned woman with silver hair. A member of the Pureblood faction, wasn't she? Villetta Nu?

"K-Kururugi, sn-snap out of it," she said, rubbing her thighs with her hands. Her breathing was pretty laboured, too. "Haaa... Haaa... Are those six packs...? Or is that an eight pack?"

"Naughty Villetta!" Euphemia haughtily declared,and then smacked her own ass, which made Villetta jump as if a whip had cracked right next to her ear. "Shame on you. Leering over a Princess' fucktoy slash future husband slash I'm still working it out but it will definitely involve a <i>lot</i> of sex?"

That sounded pretty great to Suzaku. So long as it didn't interfere in his duties of keeping Euphemia safe from anyone who would wish her harm, or try to manipulate her, or otherwise take advantage of her sweet, sweet ass... Naivete. He meant naivete.

"What's more, Lady Nu, this is the man you tried to arrange for execution. Remember?" Euphemia asked. Anyone else with that tone, he'd swear they were taunting her. "Yet there you are, drooling over him from afar."

"Nnnngh, no! It's because you made me - Haaaaah!" Villetta suddenly, inexplicably, did a high kick that sent her ankle right over the top of her head, flashing her panties in the process. "Ohhhhh, fuck!"

"You wanted to make an example of my big handsome studmuffin, didn't you?" Euphemia asked. "Hold him up as an example of what those nasty Honoraries were 'really' like, right? In your eyes, they were opportunists seeking the first chance to stab us in the back - when the truth is more likely, they wanted to have a chance to improve the quality of their living."

"Please, your highness! Five minutes!" Villetta pleaded. "G-Give him to me for five minutes! I need it. I need it soooo badly!"

"I'm sure you do," Euphemia smiled warmly at her. "But don't worry. If you submit to your new fetish, I'll get you all the Eleven dick you could ever need. Not Suzaku though. He's mine. Honey, you can stop holding back now, I'm not fine china I won't break if you -"

Suzaku then stood up, holding Euphemia's body up with one hand, and <i>thrust</i> into her with enough force to make her bounce on the spot like she'd jumped on a trampoline.

It's best to remember how much of a complete freak of nature Suzaku Kururugi actually is. This is a guy who saw an automated turret aimed squarely at the entrance to the corridor he was in, and not only did he decide to enter that hallway anyway without any form of protection, but he was able to outrun its targeting, leap up into the air and kick it down. Then, later on, with precision timing he was able to slice through a swinging rope at exactly the one moment in time when he would be able to do so without it blowing up.

Until now, he'd let Euphemia fuck him at her leisure. Now that she had commanded him to go all out, he was <i>going all out</I> It was a wonder Euphemia didn't shoot off his dick and hit her head off the ceiling from how hard he'd thrust his hips. We can credit it to the fact that he had his other arm around her waist to steady her, pinning her down enough that he could <i>fuck</i> all he wanted (or rather, all she wanted as his head wasn't quite all there right now) and not accidentally invent what could only be described as a porn parody of a wrestling move.

To put it another way, Suzaku was being rather less gentle of a lover as he might normally be. In fact, he was taking on the role of a hentai protagonist in quite the thorough manner. His dick was shaping her pussy into a proper case for his dick, pressing her, bitchbreaking her, the whole nine yards. Things he would never do, nor dream of doing in a million years. He was too gentle a person to use his strength on a woman in this way.

Nonetheless, Euphemia was a lot tougher than she might first appear. While it is true, compared to Cornelia or Villetta or anyone else actively within the Britannian military she wasn't anything special, she's not the sort to be underestimated either. To put it in simpler terms: She was having the time of her fucking life right now.

"Ohhhhh~ fuuuuuuck!" Euphemia moaned, holding onto him for dear sweet life. If she hadn't been brainscrubbed by the Fantasy Seduction Club into being a big time pervert already, then this would've done it for sure. She'd have been left ruined, broken, utterly incapable of thinking of herself as anything but breeding potential for Suzaku, and that's it. "Doooo you shheeee thishshhhh?" she asked Villeta, sounding like that because she was being semi-violently bounced and shaken like a margaretha. "Thishhhh ishhhhh wha~ you misssshining!"

"That's not fair!" Villeta let out a whine. Her hands now slipped under her extremely brief skirt, and then her fingers began to explore away. "How am I supposed to resist this? Fuuuck, I need it so badly! Please! Stop tormenting me, and let me have that dick already!"

"Nuh! Uh! Nuh! Uh!" The bodyguards circled around Villeta, pumping their pompoms and giving high kicks for good measure. "Find your own Eleven hunk! Princess Euphie owns his junk!"

"I give! I give! I'll stop fighting it!" Villetta cried out. "Gimme a hunky Eleven! I'll let him ride me night and day! I can't take this anymore, please just let me have sex!"

Unfortunately for Villetta, Euphemia wasn't quite in the right state of mind to hear her break. Otherwise, she'd have gone ahead and set up some nice Eleven dick for her to ride on, in order to cement her position on their side. It would be the kind thing to do, after all, and Euphemia - pervert though she may now be - was still a kind person at heart.

It's just a shame that she's currently getting drilled into blissful ahegao by her accidental hentai protagonist boy toy/future husband/lover/she still hadn't made her mind up yet.