empiricaljewel | Giving her virginity // Luluko and Suzaku

WHO: Suzaku x Princess Luluko
WHAT: The prompt was for an AU Princess Luluko giving her virginity to Suzaku
FANDOM: CODE GEASS: Lelouch of the Rebellion
RATING: NC17
Written for: LJ's cgkinkmeme. Original request and post here. The rules state it has to be anonymous on that post, so its posted anon there but I don't care if people know I wrote it.

Luluko had thought long and hard about this. She knew what her family would think if they found out, but she knew it was right. She had given her heart and soul to the man she was summoning to her boudoir tonight and she wanted him to be the first (and hopefully the only) to share her body with. She felt the butterflies in her tummy go mad as she stepped out of her milky bath and slowly rubbed cocoa butter onto her body, making sure every inch of her was utterly flawless and silky smooth.

Checking her slim figure over in the mirror she lamented that she didn't have a voluptuous figure like Euphemia or Cornelia, but hopefully Suzaku wouldn't mind her rather small chest and slim hips. Going to the vanity she gently brushed out her knee-length black hair and started to pull it all up and around and securing it with two Japanese styled sticks securely.

She then went to her drawers and pulled out the secreted package within with a smile. She slipped thigh-high ivory coloured stockings up her legs and securing them to the lacy stocking belt studded with small garnets she had purchased. Then carefully slipping on the scrap of lacy fabric that was supposed to be a pair of panties under the set.

Then she turned and picked up the little lacy balconette bra and slipped it on, checking herself over in the mirror. Still needed something more, she wanted Suzaku to always remember the way she looked. She reached for the golden belly chain she had and secured it around her slim waist, the large, almost flat garnet dangling teasingly between her belly button and the stocking belt. Then matching earrings went in, she could feel the gold chains brushing at her exposed neck as she turned. Just one more item.

Finding her thigh-length green wrap around satin dressing gown, emblazoned with a phoenix, she tied it around herself and slipped on a pair of fluffy kitten heels. There, almost all done. She then applied very fine makeup, not wanting more than the barest minimum as she didn't want it to sweat off and make her look blotchy.

She took a deep breath which caught in her throat as there was a knock at the door.

"Princess Luluko? You sent for me?" there was the beloved voice and she felt her insides twist with nervousness. What if he turned her down?

She walked to the door and opened it. The look on Knight Kururugi's face was one she'd always remember fondly.

"I am sorry, I will come back at a more convenient ti-,"

"No, no - it is okay, I have something I wish to ask you," she told him and reached forward for his hand and pulled him gently, yet insistently into the room. She closed the door behind him and flicked the lock closed discreetly.

"Please, sit," she indicated the large and luxurious chaise lounge she had in her rather expansive quarters and took his hand as they walked over. She saw the Knight's cheeks blush a little as she did that and she sat next to him.

"How may I be of service, Princess?" he asked, head slightly bowed.

Luluko felt a surge of courage and lifted his face to look at her's properly.

"Sir Kuru- no, Suzaku, I wanted to ask of you..." then she found words failed her (words never failed her, damnit! She was known for it!) and she reached across the gap between them and sealed her pouty lips across his own. She pulled back, a pink tinge on her cheeks and her eyes full of emotion for the man across from her.

"Princess, I..." Suzaku's voice failed him as well and he stared at her in shock.

"Suzaku?" she kept her eyes on him even though it was plain to see that she was very nervous. "What do you feel about me?"

"You're my Princess, I would protect you with my life and-"

She lifted her hands and pressed those delicate fingers on his lips.

"I know how you feel about who I am, but what do you feel about me?" she asked, almost beseechingly then removed her fingers, which trembled slightly.

Suzaku reached forward and took her shaking hands in his own larger and steadier ones. She knew he wasn't the greatest with words and so when his lips covered her own, the butterflies flared up then died away completely as she opened her mouth to his and allowed him to kiss her fully.

Normally she would want to take this more slowly, but it had been hard enough to get rid of the guards tonight without huge suspicion and she wasn't one to waste an opportunity. The kiss got heavier and more indulgent and she felt her body warm to the feel of him as she pressed herself closer.

As they parted she smiled at him and stood up. She took a step backwards and started to undo the dressing gown. Suzaku looked like he was going to stop her for a moment, then the light fabric floated to the floor and she reached up to pull the sticks from her hair. Just as planned, the hair then cascaded down her back and over her chest, teasingly curling around the underside of her chest and any protest he had died right on his lips as he stared.

She was pleased with her preparations, she had covered all eventualities to drive this to the conclusion she yearned for and she reached a hand down to Suzaku.

His instinct seemed to have taken over as he pulled her onto his lap and licked a sensual line up her neck, pressing her very thinly-clothed crotch to his own and she felt him stirring to life beneath her. She knew instinctively that he had done this before but she didn't care.

"Suzaku..." she moaned, breathily and she felt his hands wandering across her body. Apparently he really had no issue with the fact that she wasn't built like her sisters.

She gasped when his hands crept lower and lower and then slipped inside her knickers. Her eyes snapped open as strong fingers brushed her and she shuddered, feeling them stroke her clit and slip inside as his lips came down and mouthed at the swell of her breasts, tasting her skin.

"Uuh," she moaned and found herself rocking slightly atop his fingers - Suzaku's fingers, there - she felt like she was floating on Cloud Nine right now.

"Lulu," he murmured against her skin, the little pet name he'd given her back when she'd first scolded him for calling her "Your Highness" or "Princess Luluko" all the time. "Just call me Lulu, silly," she had demanded and prodded him in the chest with a perfectly manicured finger.

Hearing that made her spirits soar even higher and she moaned for him. She realized he was standing now - when had he done that? she wondered - and he was moving them towards the bed, fingers still buried deep within her and stroking at her inner walls.

He pulled them out as they reached the bed and she found she missed them already, she wanted Suzaku inside of her again. She realized he was now using both hands to lower her oh-so gently to the bed and she felt her hair fall across the satin sheets as it caressed her skin. He kissed her softly and reached down to strip off the sodden tiny piece of lace and tossed it aside.

"My princess..." he whispered softly as he broke the kiss and trailed small butterfly kisses down her body, tasting the fine sheen of sweat there and Luluko moaned softly beneath him. His lips got lower and lower and she suddenly realized what he was going to do. She didn't stop him, curiously turned on by the idea and then she felt his tongue. He seemed to be using the flat of it at first and she whimpered and clutched at the sheets with the way it felt and then, the sinful bastard started using the point of his tongue and she writhed wantonly beneath him, moaning his name and very thankful that she had dismissed all guards in the vicinity.

He found where she liked it most easily thanks to her not holding her voice back and he manipulated her and - oh god was he humming?! The sheets twisted again and she panted and twisted a little beneath him.

Never stop, oh god it is too much, stop! Don't stop! Stop this torment, you bastard! She wanted to scream at him to stop - it was too much but she also knew if he stopped now she'd slap him for daring to do this and not complete the task. What a sensation.

Then she almost screamed his name as she crashed through her own limits and she felt her inner walls spasm and she released onto his writhing tongue. His arms snaked around her waist as she came down, breathing heavily and his lips were all over her, teasing at every inch of her he possibly could.

As she came down, she smiled up at him and ran her fingers through his lovely, fluffy hair and then down his neck, stroking gently down the expanse of skin and starting to undo his uniform.

"Lulu..?" he asked, surprised and looking up at her. She saw a tiny spot of her release on the corner of his lip and reached a delicate finger down and brushed it onto her own finger and sucked it clean. She saw the bulge in his trousers twitch and heard the ragged moan he let escape at the sight of that.

"I want you," she told him. "I want you to have everything of me."

His lips covered her own again and his clothes started to come off, being tossed aside, forgotten as soon as they were off and he was soon stretched over her and completely nude. She kissed him passionately as she felt him brushing at her entrance and she gasped when he pushed in. Much thicker than the two fingers had been and she broke the kiss, panting a little. He had definitely made her very wet and a lot more ready to accept him but it still stung a little.

He was fully inside of her now and she wrapped her long legs around him and crossed them over his pert buttocks, feeling warmth spread from where they were connected to the top of her head and the tips of her toes. She'd given the man she loved her virginity - nothing could top this.

As they started to move, she felt the slight burn but it ebbed after a few soft thrusts and then he just seemed to know when she was able to take more and she thrust back against him reveling in the feel of the act.

A sudden notion occurred to her. Didn't people usually do this naked? He'd left her clothing on, excepting her knickers and she found it rather amusing but sensual at the same time. She had put a lot of effort into her outfit, after all. She was glad he liked it enough to leave it on.

Then thought was wiped from her mind and she relaxed even more, allowing him to drive right into her core over and over and over.

She moaned his name and he nibbled on her ear as the only sounds were the creaks of the bed, their own moans of passion and the slapping of flesh on bare flesh as he thrust into her again and again.

She felt her toes start to curl and shivered in his arms as he kissed down her neck, a hand cupping her backside and massaging it, pulling her even closer with each thrust until he couldn't be deeper into her slick and wanton body.

"Suzaku, ahhh," she gasped aloud, one hand clutching his shoulder hard enough to leave nail marks, the other twisting her sheet and then she exploded around him; writhing and clenching down with abandon and then she felt him climax as well. She could feel every pulse, hear every breath and it only made her own the more powerful.

They sagged down into her mattress and he kissed her as she lay there, tiredly and wrapping her arms around him, utterly spent and sated.

"I love you," she whispered into his ear and smiled as he whispered it back - without calling her by any of her honorifics.

He then pulled out of her and pulled her to him to let her nestle in to him.

He kissed her forehead.

"I want to stay," he said, a pang in his voice.

"I know you can't - it is okay. The guards will be back soon," she told him and kissed his chest.

"I want to wake up with you in my arms," he told her and trailed gentle fingers down her side and playing with the little garnet on her belly chain.

She kissed him soundly.

"You should go."

He got up, dressed and left after giving her another sensual and loving kiss and she stripped off and slipped back into bed, smiling and drifting off to a sated sleep.

The weeks passed on and she couldn't find much time to be alone with him, but every chance she got - she seized and she had never been happier. She sat one day with her sisters and doing her embroidery out in the spring sunshine while they gossiped around her.

Luluko spaced out and wasn't listening - instead she was planning their next rendezvous. It was really a good thing she hadn't had a period to get in the way, she'd heard they really killed the mo-

...

A thought occurred to her and she pricked her finger with the needle.

"OH, SHIT." Well, so much for planning everything out.