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Part 3 of Code Geass: Arrested!
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Euphemia Li Britannia - Arrested!

Summary:

Princess Euphemia Li Britannia awakens from a long coma since V.V. used a Geass trick to fake her death and set Suzaku against Lelouch during the Black Rebellion. Now reunited with her knight and her brother as they prepare for the Zero Requiem, Euphie finds herself arrested by the new regime as part of Lelouch's plan to clear her of the SAZ Massacre.

Her reputation restored as the Demon Emperor takes the blame for the slaughter, Euphemia spends her time behind bars plotting to save her brother and knight from their self-loathing plan. Step one, fuck Suzaku like a convicted criminal slut so that he won't ever be able to completely disappear into his new role as Zero.

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“You found her in the Geass Directorate’s headquarters? Alive? Why didn’t you tell me, Lelouch?!”

“We weren’t exactly on the best terms at the time, Suzaku. What was I supposed to tell you? ‘V.V. used some Geass trick we didn’t know about to fake her death after I shot her’? You wouldn’t have believed me. And even if I’d gotten you to believe, what then? I wasn’t willing to use her life as leverage after I already had to shoot her.”

“You… shot me?” Euphemia Li Britannia, former Third Princess of Britannia, groaned, her eyes fluttering open as the voices of her love and her beloved brother roused her from her slumber. “When did you shoot me, Lelouch? I think I would remember that.”

“Euphie!” Suzaku and Lelouch both exclaimed, both men dashing to her bedside. It seemed the three of them were alone in a stark white hospital room, the knight and the prince wearing much fancier clothes than they’d been adorned with last time she’d seen them.

Granted, when the pink-haired princess looked down at herself, she was hardly wearing the pure white gown she’d worn during the SAZ opening ceremony. She was wearing a straitjacket used for criminals in custody, though it was unbuckled to allow her completely unrestrained movement. But the last things she remembered, flashes of blood and the screams of innocents…

Euphemia leapt up to her feet, the lively dignitary jumping into action to help as she always did. Suzaku immediately grasped her arm, gently holding her as if he was worried that she’d shatter like glass from a stiff breeze. “Your Highness… Euphie… you shouldn’t push yourself. You’ve been in a coma for over a year—”

“There’s no time, Suzaku! The people at the Special Administrative Zone are dying and I can’t stop it—” Euphie froze as she processed what her knight had said. “… I’ve been in a coma for how long?”

Lelouch winced. “There’s a lot to catch you up on.”

And so catch her up they did. They caught her up on how Lelouch had accidentally used his Geass on her to have her order to kill all the Japanese, how he’d ended up using it to start The Black Rebellion, how their previously unknown uncle V.V. had used a Geass trick to fake her death and whisk her away to his headquarters in secret while the oblivious Lelouch and Suzaku had ‘fallen out’ over her supposed demise. Honestly, Euphie had still been reeling with horror over all those poor innocent people being slaughtered because of her, only for her mind to be further rocked by the revelation of the Chinese Revolution, the United Federation of Nations, Nunnally’s death during the destruction of Tokyo, and Lelouch killing their father and becoming Emperor with Suzaku as his right-hand. Then they’d gotten on a roll and divulged their plan for Zero Requiem, how Lelouch would become the most evil person ever to get the world to unite against him, then have a ‘dead’ Suzaku assassinate him as Zero. That was when the princess finally reached her limit.

“You can’t!” Euphemia protested.

Lelouch waved her off. “Don’t worry, Euphie. I have a plan to vindicate you to the world of being ‘Princess Massacre’—”

Euphie slapped her brother before he could finish. Then she whirled around and slapped Suzaku as well. Both Emperor and Knight of Zero stumbled back in shock at the sudden violent display from the kindhearted princess.

“Do you really think I care what the world calls me?!” she demanded. “You two are going to start the biggest war the world has ever seen so that… so that you can die! So you can disappear! Do you think Nunnally would want that? Do you think I want that? To come out of a coma only for two of the only people left that I love to throw themselves on their swords out of guilt?”

Suzaku looked away guiltily. “Euphie… I’m sorry. But each of us has done… horrible, horrible things. If we do not atone, all those we’ve killed, they will have died in vain.”

“He’s right. The only ones who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed,” Lelouch confirmed.

Although, even as he spoke, his calculating violet eyes flickered between his sister and his best friend, a sly smile spreading over his lips. It’d been years seen Euphemia had seen Milly Ashford, but she was suddenly getting PTSD flashbacks to the blonde’s more mischievous moments when they were growing up.

“Though during my time under the mask, I had a compatriot known as ‘Zero’s mistress’,” Lelouch mused. “Perhaps my successor should prepare his own.”

Suzaku frowned, his cheeks suddenly rosy. “Lelouch…”

“Euphie, dear sister,” the emperor turned to his sibling. “Am I correct in my estimation that you did not choose Suzaku as your personal knight solely for his ideals? That you and your loyal servant had a few rolls in the hay before that tragic day?”

Euphie deeply blushed, her violet eyes skittish. “Well, that was… there were many factors that contributed to my decision—”

“Then I will simplify it. Even with all you’ve heard today, do you still want Suzaku to fuck your brains out?”

“I—uh—ah—”

“Yes or no?! Answer now!”

“Yes!” Euphemia shouted, as if she’d been Geassed once again. But her eyes did not turn red, only her face turning redder, her love and lust mixing with the madness of the rest of her turbulent emotional maelstrom.

Suzaku gulped at her and glared at his emperor. “Lelouch, I know what you’re planning…”

“… and now you know that she’s okay with the only part you were worried about,” Lelouch said, tossing his best friend a pair of steel handcuffs and pulling contact lenses from his eyes. “She struck the Emperor, my Knight of Zero. Do your duty, so that when the Requiem had been played to the last note, the world will know her song bears no blood.”

“Part he was worried about… oh, no. No!” Euphemia shouted, pointing angrily at her brother. “I’ve got no problem with the arrest sex, but what did I just say about you two falling on your swords? I will not let you use it as a way to clear me—"

“You really are incredible, little sister. You’re the only person I know of who eventually broke out of one of my Geass commands, even if too late and only because the order ran so utterly counter to your nature. But I’ve grown far more powerful since then,” Lelouch monologued, crimson birds lighting in both his violet eyes instead of the one she’d seen on that last horrible day. “Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you! Euphemia, play your part in my plan to restore your reputation!”

“You can’t just mind control everyone when someone disagrees with you—” Euphie’s spine shot straight as she felt the familiar sensation of Geass overtake her. “Shit.”

Suzuku frowned and turned to Lelouch. “I’m not fucking her while she’s under Geass.”

“That’s fine,” Lelouch shrugged. “Digital effects have come a long way. Hell, we could even broadcast you taking her head and have it entirely be CGI—”

“Please don’t joke about that,” Suzaku scowled, tossing the handcuffs back to the emperor. “And I don’t need these. She’s already in the straitjacket.”

Euphemia’s knight took hold of her arms and gently buckled them into her sides, locking her tight in her straitjacket like any other criminal slut taken into custody by Britannia. “Euphemia Li Britannia, you are under arrest for treason and rebellion against the throne. As a traitor to the realm, your rights as a citizen of the empire are hereby indefinitely suspended. You shall be held in a penitentiary facility until the emperor decides on your proper sentence.”

Those words were the last thing the beautiful pink-haired princess could remember before the haze of Geass fully overtook her.

When the haze of Geass finally lifted from her and she regained her senses entirely, Euphemia found herself in a prison cell at Pendragon Women’s Correctional, her sensual body clothed in a skintight orange jumpsuit and knee-high black leather high heel boots, the uniform of a convict as the dark metal collar around her throat decreed on its viewscreen.

Name: Li Britannia, Euphemia
Age: 18
Inmate ID: 37537
Crimes Convicted: Rebellion, High Treason
Sentence: Life in Prison (Breeding Slave)
Master: Kururugi, Suzaku

Looking up from her prison registry information, the princess spotted a sheepish Suzaku leaning against the thick iron bars of her cell. Knowing him, he’d been waiting for her to wake up since the end of her trial, hoping to fill her in on what had happened.

Crossly pouting at her knight, Euphemia gestured for him to do so.

The Knight of Zero pulled out a remote and a wall of the cell peeled back to reveal a TV, which immediately began playing a video of the Imperial Throne Room. Lelouch sat upon the chair that had once been their father’s, while Euphemia, in her straitjacket, was on her knees with Suzaku holding a leash to her collar and keeping her back bent over with a boot on her shoulder. Yet, the camera made certain to highlight that Euphie, despite the red tint to her eyes, was glaring defiantly at the emperor.

“Euphemia Li Britannia, former Third Princess of the realm, as 99th emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire, I hereby find you guilty of rebellion and high treason,” Lelouch proclaimed, affecting that smug countenance that only the most brilliant and prideful of the royal line could manage. “All your titles and land are henceforth stripped from you, Princess Massacre.”

“You fiend! You and your Geass! You violated me! Mind-controlled me! Used me to murder all those innocent people to force Zero into a war!” the Euphemia onscreen roared, ‘throwing’ Suzaku’s boot off her as she sat up straight, rising to accuse the Demon Emperor. “Even back then you thought the world as your pawns, worming your way to the throne like the foul, detestable creature you are! Making us all dance from the shadows like a coward!”

Lelouch spread an evil, fiendish smirk over his face at her words, the camera lingering just long enough to really sell the viewer on the idea that he was a deeply disturbed supervillain who totally would have done that. “I hereby sentence Euphemia Li Britainnia to life in slavery, with all her rights as a citizen of the empire stripped from her as she languishes in chains for eternity. Sir Kururugi, in the interest of poetic irony, I award you custody of your former lady. Please, demonstrate your capacity to punish the criminal.”

“Yes, your majesty!” Suzaku saluted, yanking back on Euphie’s leash to pull the beautiful princess back into his arms, at which point he seized her pale pink hair and twisted her face back around so he could smash his lips down into hers in a conquering kiss. Yet, the camera lingered on Euphemia’s expression of disgust, her violet eyes burning a hole into her knight with her fury.

The real Euphie snorted. As if she’d have been able to manage such an expression of disgust if she was actually getting kissed by Suzaku. They’d only done it a few times before that fateful day at the SAZ, but she’d melted with lust and love every time.

“After that, it’s just fake footage of me fucking you. The CGI really has come a long way because no one seems to realize the truth,” Suzaku explained, pausing the recording and closing the TV back into the wall. “Geass isn’t exactly public knowledge, but all the people with power in the world know about Lelouch’s and we’ve been spreading rumors about it to further enhance ‘The Demon Emperor’. As a result, ninety-three percent of the world now believes that he was responsible for the SAZ Massacre. To them, you were a victim too that day and a hero now for defiantly standing your ground against a merciless tyrant.”

“Quite the production you two put on,” Euphemia pouted. “I don’t know how anyone doesn’t believe I wasn’t brainwashed there. I’m not nearly that charismatic.”

Suzaku nervously scratched the back of his brown hair and blushed, a glimpse of the well-meaning, compassionate boy he once was rather than the merciless soldier he’d consigned himself to be. “Your Highness, with all due respect, you underestimate yourself.”

Euphie turned red, withdrawing onto her prison cot as she twirled her long pink hair. “Is there any way I can talk you two out of this Zero Requiem plan?”

An exhausted, wistful expression fluttered over the Knight of Zero’s face. “I can’t speak for Lelouch, but for me? I’m sorry, but no. I’m not the person you knew anymore, Euphie. I did such horrible things. If I cannot die for my sins, then I have to at least try to live in a way to make them matter.”

“So, you’re willing to live now?” Euphemia pensively murmured, remembering a time when her orders not to die were the only thing that kept him from letting the enemy destroy him in the suicide missions that he constantly threw himself into. “That’s good to hear. An improvement really.”

The pink-haired princess sighed, hopping up from her cot and reaching down to the zippers holding her prison uniform’s crotch flaps. “Alright then. Let’s get to it then.”

“Get to it?” Suzaku stammered, his eyes widening as the royal’s pristine pussy was unveil, moist and glistening in anticipation. “Your Highness, there’s no need—”

“If I can’t stop you two doing this, I might as well help make sure it’ll work. If someone runs any routine medical checks on me and sees that I haven’t had sex with you for over a year, it’ll be a thread to pull and maybe unravel everything,” Euphemia reminded her knight, sashaying up to him with a waggle in her supple, criminal hips. The princess grabbed the sizable tentpole of her jailer’s pants, her fingers skillfully slinking down his zipper to expose the rockhard flesh shaft. “Also, you should stop calling me ‘Your Highness’, sir. These cells are constantly under surveillance, and you can only delete or splice so much footage before it becomes suspicious to someone looking into it.”

Suzaku growled with lust as her fingers curled around his voracious cock. The convicted royal’s nimble digits squeezed and stroked across his warm flesh, pumping her arresting officer’s pole from balls to tip. “Sometimes I forget that you’re Lelouch’s sister.”

“You flatter me, my lord,” Euphie purred, turning around and pressing her back up against her master’s sculpted chest, shaking her supple, sensual body against his uniformed abs and pecs. Her hand closed around his fat, bulbous tip, kneading it like clay while her round, bubbly asscheeks mashed against the knight’s juicy, succulent ballsack. Yet, turned away, she hoped he would not see the flash of self-loathing tarnish her face. “But I’m not nearly as smart as The Emperor. I’m a royal doll to the end.”

Suzaku gently reached under her collared chin, lovingly tipping her face up to him as for a moment they were not warden and jailer, or knight and princess. They were but two star-crossed lovers, seeing each other’s failings and flaws, and only adoring each other all the more for them.

“Most of the human race isn’t as smart as Lelouch, Your Highness,” the Knight of Zero comforted her, his hot breath tantalizing on the inmate princess’ glamourous face. “And you are far, far closer than you give yourself credit for.”

Euphemia let a tear trickle down her cheek with a giggle. “What did I say about calling me, Your Highness—Mmmm!”

Suzaku’s face rushed down and smashed his mouth down into the princess’ glossy pink lips. Euphie’s violet eyes briefly widened, only for a lustful moan to escape her throat as she shuddered with pleasure, her captor’s tongue spearing into her maw. The royal convict’s slimy pink muscle sparred with her knight’s invading sword. A thrust, a parry, a meeting of wet steel as spit slobbered between their rapturous kiss as the highborn whore stroked her jailer’s cock with her hand and rump.

The Knight of Zero wrapped his muscular arms around the lithe, voluptuous Britannian, fondling her supple waist and ample bust as he squeezed her skintight orange prison jumpsuit against her gorgeous body. The pink-haired beauty purred as her kiss deepened with her lover, the collared woman’s nose brushing her Japanese jailer’s as she angled his bulging flesh rod at her glistening pink quim.

Only for her captor to suddenly seize her arms, twisting them behind her back as frigid steel bracelets touched her creamy flesh. Euphemia shuddered and moaned as tight, pinching handcuffs ratcheted around her wrists, locking shut with a pair of sharp clicks.

The pair separated their succulent mouths, thick strands of saliva connecting their gleaming lips. Euphie panted for breath, sweat glistening down her porcelain face, though to her great surprise and her loins’ great warmth, Suzaku wasn’t even winded as he gripped the shackles binding her wrists.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness,” he huskily whispered, his warm breath washing over the princess’ dangling earlobe. “But guilty criminal sluts like yourself don’t get to give orders.”

Euphie’s thighs quivered at his domineering words. When his cock plunged through the walls of her misty sex and plunged into the depths of soaked pussy, the royal convict nearly came right then and there.

“Oh!” the pink-haired princess gasped, her handcuffed wrists pinned to her wide, childbearing hips as the familiar bulging penis burrowed through her squelching hole. Her moist, muscly tunnel twisted and clenched with ecstasy, pleasure singing through her senses as the convicted royal was pumped full of thick Japanese cock. “Oh! Oh! Oh, Sir Kururugi, oh yes—OH! Oh fuck—Ah!”

Suzaku whipped her around and smushed the glamorous Britannian beauty up against the thick iron bars of her prison, madly kissing the princess’ collared neck as she moaned with bliss at every virile thrust. Euphemia panted like the sensual criminal vixen she’d become, her tongue flopping from her lips as her face pressed into her frigid steel cage. The incarcerated royal’s voluptuous body shivered in her skintight orange inmate uniform, her high heel boots stamping on the prison floor as her jailer pawed at her pert and bubbly ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SWAT!!!

“Ah! Ah! AH!” Euphie yelped, spittle flying from her lips as her captor spanked her wriggly rump, the Knight of Zero’s palm smacking her shapely buttcheeks and making them bounce with each slap. The disgraced princess squealed with salacious sensation as her delectable rear jiggled in her bright orange prison jumpsuit, her pussy plowed to the core as her folds gushed with orgasm. Her toned legs buckled together as her jailer’s muscular pelvis alternated with his spanks to her bouncing buttocks. “Ah, yes, master! Pound me! Spank me! Spank this Britannian royal slut! Defile this pure princess pussy!”

Suzaku’s hands lovingly rubbed the pink-haired whore’s toned belly, his seed soon to make it bloat with pregnancy. As his shaft burrowed through her gushing silken depths, his palms rose to spread around her supple tits, the arrested aristocrat panting with every groping squeeze to her juicy jugs. The domineering knight lapped at her wriggling ear, the slobber he left on her lobe heated by his searing breath. “What did I say about giving orders, Your Highness? I decide your fate here, inmate. And I believe I’ll be knocking up your criminal cunt, 37537.”

“YES!” Euphemia squealed, her violet eyes rolling back in her head as her body locked up with orgasm at the idea. Her knees clattered together as her womanly juices spewed from her quim, streams of clear fluid squirting over her lover’s balls and splashing everywhere as his cock smashed into her womb. “Please knock me up, Sir Kururugi! Spear me, claim me, make me your woman! Cum in my criminal pussy! Yyyyeeeeeeeehhhhhhsssssss!!!!!!”

The gorgeous convicted princess was jammed against the frigid bars of her cell, Suzaku’s muscular weight smashing over her toned back as his throbbing shaft gored through her pussy and erupted with semen. Euphie’s arms convulsed in her handcuffs, her chains jingling around her wrists as hot, goopy cum pumped through her clenching cunt. The pink-haired convict squirmed in her skintight orange inmate jumpsuit, sweat flying from her face as the blazing warmth of a thick creampie stuffed its way into her womb, seeding her with her lover’s salacious swimmers.

Euphemia sagged against the bars of her cell, exhausted but oh so satisfied as she panted for breath. A sheen of sweat glistened down her red hot fac, her legs spread wide and clenched in place as heat seeped up from her belly. To think that all her romantic daydreams about being starcrossed lovers with her knight (and kinky fantasies about the scandal of the Third Princess of the Empire bearing a half-breed bastard), would come true only after she was locked up in a prison cell back home, powerless to stop her beloved brother and lover from executing a plan that would save the world, at the cost of their lives, consumed by guilt and self-loathing. So she had until the final war to figure out a counterplan to save them.

Not like she wouldn’t have time to do so, serving her sentence as Inmate 37537 of Pendragon Women’s Correctional.

“Umph! Is another—Umph!—painting really—Umph!—necessary?” Euphie queried, bent over in her office in the new Britannian Parliament Building as she took a cock up her ass while critiquing a new painting on her wall.

To be fair, she’d been made to judge enough art contests in her day to recognize that the new painting, ‘The Stand of the Angel’, was exquisitely made. In the style of her late brother Clovis, Euphemia was painted as a noble angel, her wings brilliant and blinding even as her arms were bound in shackles and she glared down a demonic, obtuse Lelouch. A beacon of light defying the Demon Emperor, pure even as his hellish knight Suzaku clawed for her resplendent body. It was… flattering, if not a bit gaudy in Euphie’s estimation.

It didn’t help that circumstance forced her to stock many similar paintings and fine sculptures in her office. Lelouch had launched a campaign of cultural warfare to demean and degrade any potential rivals for the throne once he captured them (Euphie’s older sister now known as ‘The Goddess of Slut’ as one of its casualties), ensuring that none could possibly try to usurp his chosen successor on the throne after Zero Requiem (the fact that Nunnally had turned out to actually be alive and become that chosen successor had only intensified that plan). However, Euphemia’s reputation had received the opposite effect, artwork and novels commissioned of her half-brother’s chosen narrative of the SAZ Massacre and what occurred after to restore the world’s esteem for the former Third Princess ten times over, to the point that she’d been elected to be Nunnally’s Britannia’s first prime minister in a landslide and, if anything, it’d only helped relations with Japan. And to ensure her brother’s sacrifice didn’t go to waste, Euphie had to reinforce that narrative.

Plus, the least she could do after spoiling his grand death was display the paintings. He sent her a new one every month, his way of scolding his little half-sister for her successful plan to not let him stay dead. All it had taken was one short visit from C.C. and the mistress of the second Zero had been able to inflame the doubts of the mistress of the first enough that she immediately prepared some Geass ritual to revive Lelouch a few months after the world thought him dead. Now the pair were wandering the world in secret, helping where they could, no one but Nunnally, Euphie, and Suzaku knowing the truth.

As for the truth that the Britannian Prime Minister was Zero’s mistress?

“Ah! Ah! AH!”

… there were substantially more rumors flying around about that.

“Oh just hang the painting—Oh!—Euphie—Oh!” Cornelia attempted to chastise her, though her normally commanding efforts were stymied by her moans at the vivacious cock churning up her ass. “Better than the ones they made of me—OH!”

The Li Britannia siblings were bent over Euphemia’s desk in the Prime Minister’s office, their arms locked behind their backs in handcuffs as their assholes were eviscerated by their respective sworn knights. Side by side, the beautiful princesses wailed with euphoria from Suzaku and Guilford’s shafts, each of their bellies bulging with substantial pregnancies. Each of them had given birth to a child during their time in prison, only to be knocked up again after Zero Requiem. Albeit, while Euphemia had been released with an official pardon from the new Empress in part due to popular demand, Cornelia’s reputation had been sufficiently ruined by Lelouch’s smear campaign that Nunnally had been convinced to maintain her previous sentence in the interest of maintaining good relations with Japan (who had not forgotten Nellie’s reign as Viceroy). Fortunately, given it finally gave her an excuse to make love to Guilford and her jubilant relief to find out that her little sister was alive, the former Second Princess was amendable to spending her life in prison orange and pumping out her new owner’s babies, her inmate collar continuing to jingle around her throat.

Name: Li Britannia, Cornelia
Age: 29
Inmate ID: 37536
Crimes Convicted: Rebellion, High Treason, Terrorism
Sentence: Life in Prison (Breeding Slave)
Master: G.P. Guilford, Gilbert

Guilford remained under Lelouch’s final Geass to “Serve me and my agenda by eliminating the threat of Cornelia”, but fortunately the ‘late’ Emperor’s agenda had been to put Nunnally and Euphemia in power, so the former Third Princess was able to get him to bring her sister over for visits every few weeks. And when Suzaku was in the new Britannian capital on Zero business at the same time, well, that was an opportunity too good to pass up.

With Euphemia is her pristine white Prime Minister gown and Cornelia in her skintight orange inmate uniform, the Li Britannia sisters were viscerally railed by the men who’d arrested them. Both wore handcuffs behind their backs, Nellie by law, Euphie by choice. The pink-haired pregnant princesses screeched with salacious euphoria as their knights hilted their cocks into their snug anuses and blasted each royal beauty full of scorching hot seed. Both sweaty aristocrats panted for breath as warm sticky creampies pooled in their assholes and leaked out their sphincters.

Turned out that, with a few modifications, Euphemia didn’t have too many issues with Zero Requiem after all.

Notes:

This story was based on a request from Pokebum123, and voted on by readers like you! Hope you all enjoyed it!

And so begins the Mini-Series Slot with a return to the world of Code Geass! And dear lord, I needed this story. After the Toga story writing experience I was not in a good place, but this story's writing process was smooth, smutty, and even a bit romantic. Euphemia isn't my favorite Code Geass lady sexiness-wise, but writing her and Suzaku's fluff and smuttiness here was just a treat, as well as Euphie getting to outplay her big brother just a bit. I personally prefer Lelouch staying dead after Zero Requiem, but given these Code Geass stories are like my RWBY stories and are vignettes that only have continuity when convenient, I felt it was effective here to emphasize the lighter tone the smut story was going for.

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