Oldrin's lust-soaked voice carried through the bridge, and perhaps due to one of the communications officers pressing a few key buttons, the lewd scene was being displayed throughout the ship for all to enjoy. Marrybell knew of course, as did Oldrin, and they absolutely loved it, showing everyone their perfect, naked bodies, and Marrybell topping their beloved knight. It was working out perfectly. Or so the exhibitionist princess thought.
Marrybell delivered another slap to Oldrin's ass, eliciting a loud and pleasured whine from the proud knight. She let a smile form on her lips as she put her knight in her place. That satisfaction alone helped her stave off her climax, but it wouldn't last forever, and she needed to make the blonde knight cum first.
The princess increased her effort, and pulled her knight up, allowing the royal girl to easily touch more of her servant. Marrybell pressed Oldrin's back against her own chest, her stiff nipples poking into the knight's strong back, while she reached forward and grabbed one of Oldrin's own large and supple breasts, and reached down to tease the blonde girl's clit. "Now, I want you to cum for me." She commanded. In due time, the knight carried out this order.
Oldrin cried out in pure ecstasy as she climaxed, her love juices flowing out and soiling the floor and Marrybell's own chair. The princess didn't stop her advance, moving her hips and hands even as her knight came, but it was all to further cement her leadership position in the Glinda Knights. She was riding out her own orgasm, but she managed to keep her voice in check. Over her knight's sweet sounds, she heard the others on the bridge talking, and their words infuriated her.
"I wish I were in the princess' place~" One girl whispered to another. "Yeah. I would fight ten Black Knights at once if doing so would let me fuck Lady Oldrin like that." Her friend concurred. The officers were all looking at Oldrin, and the only time they looked at her, was to imagine themselves in her position, taking Oldrin as they wished. The princess grit her teeth and thought of something truly devious, a position that would make it clear that she alone was in charge of the Glinda Knights.
Marrybell pulled her borrowed toy out of Oldrin's hot and tight pussy. "I'm not through with you yet." The princess declared, her voice steady, almost icy in tone. It sent shivers down Oldrin's spine as she collapsed onto the floor. The knight sat on her legs and leaned against the chair, her arms folded before her on the seat. She looked up with a truly aroused look in her eyes, something Marrybell once loved with all of her heart. "What's next, Marrybell?" She asked in a breathy voice.
Oldrin was made to lay flat on the floor, only to have her lower half pulled up. With her feet hanging precariously near her head, Oldrin's heart raced in excitement of what her princess had in mind. She braced her elbows against the floor and held her lower half up to assist. Marrybell lined up her slick toy and pushed it deep into her knight's ass, eliciting a loud and strained cry from Oldrin.
They didn't have anal sex all too often, only when they were feeling particularly frisky, and they only had regular anal sex when they were in a larger group and all of their holes were being used at once. Marrybell grabbed another toy, a warm, plastic dildo, and plunged it into Oldrin's pussy.
Oldrin could barely contain herself as Marrybell took her. She was on the floor, taken like a wanton girl in heat, her ass and pussy stuffed by an unrelenting girl. The look of bliss on her face was unmistakable. Surely then the crew would see her for who and what she was, and regard the princess as her better now. Marrybell was in a purely dominant position, so they would have to worship her as much as they did Oldrin.
Marrybell thrust her hips hard and fast, rocking Oldrin's body as best she could. Her hand moved like a hammer as she kept a steady pace of driving the knight mad with desire. She was just as sensitive as Oldrin, having just rode out her own orgasm, but she refused to take a break or even let her voice be heard, not that anyone would hear her soft and quiet moans. The bridge was filled with the sounds of girls moaning, a chorus of lust and arousal that matched the rest of the ship by that point. All sense of decorum and professionalism had broken down, something the princess would have to rectify as soon as possible.
Oldrin's sweet and seductive sounds, the way her face twisted in pleasure, her large bosom shifting about with each thrust, all such things that Marrybell loved, now made her burn with fury as she realized that she was essentially hatefucking her girlfriend and subordinate. Oldrin looked at peace, wearing a mask of arousal, which didn't help Marrybell's plan to put her on the bottom. If anything, she looked to be taking the lead, since she was receiving pleasure, rather than giving it, and it just further annoyed the princess.
Marrybell churned her toys inside Oldrin for a moment or two, making the lovely knight squirm beneath her. Despite the clearly dominant position, the bridge officers still focused on Oldrin, and their desires to fuck her senseless as Marrybell herself was doing right in front of them.
After almost an hour of trying in vain to break Oldrin, Marrybell removed her borrowed strap-on and sat in her seat, heaving a dejected, yet satisfied sigh. She left the blonde knight a mess on the ground, covered in sweat and other evidence of their illicit relations. The princess set the sex toys aside, though she knew their original owner would collect them shortly, since they had been used by the ace knight and princess, making them more valuable than before.
"Okay everyone, get back to work." Marrybell issued her order, her voice firm and resolute. Decorum had broken down, but her knights obeyed them, even if they were smiling and giggling as they set about fixing themselves up. Oldrin rose up from the floor, looking winded and positively giddy. "Yes, princess~" She sang. The blonde knight walked to her princess and leaned downward, flashing her lower half to the bridge while she gave her princess a loving and tender kiss, a romantic gesture that was not at all reciprocated, though in her lust-addled mind, Oldrin didn't seem to notice.
Hours later, during their lunch break, Marrybell summoned Oldrin to her quarters. The princess' gambit completely failed, the crew still absolutely worshiped Oldrin despite seeing her literally brought to her knees on the bridge. She needed to do something bigger, a more fierce performance where there would be no doubt as to who was in charge, which of them was the stronger, more capable leader deserving of their attention and affection.
Oldrin casually strolled into Marrybell's quarters, a warm smile on her lips. She was dressed in her revealing suit, but she was ready to pull it off in a moment's notice. "You called, O' Princess Marrybell?" The knight greeted. "Farest in the land, sexist in the sky." She continued, in a flowery tone of voice.
Marrybell sat at her desk, finishing one of her many tasks as leader and princess. "Yes. We have something important to discuss." The princess stated. Oldrin sat on her desk and offered a sly smile. "Ah yes, something 'important'. Should I go get the proper 'tools' for this discussion?" She spread her legs and pushed the crotch of her suit aside, revealing her pussy. Marrybell took notice, and bit back her urge to have her way with the lovely knight there and then. She wouldn't be swept up in Oldrin's wiles like the rest of her crew.
"No, something else." Marrybell said quietly, standing from her chair. "You have eclipsed me in the eyes of the Glinda Knights. Intentionally or not, they view you as their leader. 'Farest in the land, sexist in the sky', to use your words." Oldrin was surprised by her report of the situation, and concerned about the situation. She slid off the desk, and didn't bother to fix her suit. "There must be some mistake. I work for you, not the other way around. I would never try to start a coup. I love you Marrybell, with all of my heart." Oldrin spoke, her words completely genuine and heartfelt.
Marrybell remained firm in her resolve. "Be that as it may, in the eyes of the Glinda Knights, you are the superior leader, and I cannot let that stand." The pink-haired princess declared. "As such, I must defeat you in the arena they most respect. It must be decided who is fit to lead and who is fit to serve."
Oldrin was taken aback by the whole thing, and it was evident by her shocked expression. "I-I can't fight you! I won't!" She exclaimed. Marrybell stood firm. "You must. We'll have a sexfight in the Glinda Knightclub, in front of the entire Order, to determine who is most fit to lead, and who is fit to serve." The princess challenged.
Oldrin blinked in confusion. "Sexfight?" She repeated. So it wasn't a duel of swords, or Knightmare frames, but they would be having sex, like they always do. For a moment, she considered it, having a 'sexfight' in the club in front of the whole ship. She loved Marrybell, and she was an exhibitionist, there was no downside. However, the 'fight' part of that gave her pause, as she respected, admired and loved Marrybell above all others, so she once again refused. "I can't fight you, my love." The loyal knight spoke in a quiet voice.
"You must. I order you as my knight, and I ask as my lover, that you not hold back one ounce of your strength and passion." Marrybell insisted on their match, and appealed to her opponent's sense of duty. Her words lit a flame in the loyal knight, tempering her resolve, and her resentment about a situation she would have preferred to avoid since she thought the whole thing was ridiculous. "Very well, Marrybell. This is insane, but if it is what you wish, if it will ease your worries, then let us engage in a 'sexfight' on the club stage." She relented, but her disinterest was apparent in her voice, like a friend going along with a plan she doesn't believe will quite work out as said friend believes.
As night fell, the Glinda Knightclub came alive. The crowd was larger than normal, accounting for most of the crew, and their excitement was palpable. It was one of the rare times Marrybell and Oldrin were performing, and after their earlier performance on the bridge, everyone was excited. Even Monica Krushevsky, the Knight of Twelve, was in attendance, getting comfortable with Nonette, the Knight of Nine.
Nonette had taken to recruiting female members of the Knights of the Round to aid the Glinda Knights, and not only to have more influential members of nobility backing the Order, but because she knew they would be happier there, and the Glinda Knights would be happy to have new, sexy women to enjoy. Monica was not easy to recruit, she lived for the battlefield, especially after her father died, but she took to the free love atmosphere of the Glinda Knights like a fish to water, especially after her first time at the Glinda Knightclub.
Monica was a stunning, statuesque woman with long blonde hair, prominent bangs above her eyes, and long pigtails held together with swirling red ribbons. She had piercing blue eyes that were quick to reflect an inner fury on the battlefield. The royal knight had taken to modifying her suit quickly, and exhibitionism came naturally to her. Her suit was mostly white, her top consisting of a high collar around her neck, and a black section with a gold emblem to cover her chest was removed to show off her ample cleavage. Many, including Nonette, would simply pull it down, even if they had no intention of playing with her chest, which she loved each and every time. Her long white sleeves with their green gloves remained the same, but other alterations were made to her top. The two slits going along her sides were joined by another up the front, revealing the skimpy thong she wore that barely covered her crotch. Her boots, connected to her top, remained much the same, as a number of girls liked them on her.
"I told you they regularly performed." Nonette told her fellow royal knight. They sat on a couch directly in front of the stage, enjoying one another. Monica shrugged as she pushed Nonette down, making her lay against the couch arm. "Whether it'll be as good as you promise or not, I expect you and at least three other girls in my quarters when the show is over." She stated as she ran her tongue along her green-haired counterpart's throat. "Mmm~ Just pick the girls and I'll see it done." Nonette immediately agreed. "And I'll make sure none of you get any sleep tonight." The Knight of Nine added with a sly, predatory smirk.
Marrybell and Oldrin took the stage, approaching from opposite ends. They wore long black coats, emblazoned with the Brittanian royal crest, that obscured everything but their boot-covered feet, and their heads. Once they reached the center stage, and had all eyes on them, they dropped their coats and revealed their bodies. They both wore black lace lingerie, a bra that covered just the bottom halves of their breasts, the top just barely covering their nipples, and black thongs. Their high-heeled boots reached the midpoints of their thighs, giving them a fierce and dominant appearance. "Now things are getting interesting…" Monica observed, eager to see her new leaders work the stage.
The knight and princess flexed their taut bodies, triggering some temporary bodily enhancement that made their breasts and asses swell and expand a size larger, shredding their already tight lingerie and leaving them completely naked. The two women gave matching sexy poses, one foot forward towards one another, their elbows bent upward with their hands running through their hair, and their chests pushed outward. The crowd cheered in excitement, as did those watching outside the club. Their performance would be projected throughout the ship, just as their earlier performance from the bridge. Everyone, every single member of the Glinda Knights, would see their match, and they would likely be recording the event for 'posterity'.
Marrybell advanced on her opponent, and pushed her chest against Oldrin's and squeezed the two together. "Are you ready? They will all witness the very moment you submit to me." The princess declared in a hushed voice. While Oldrin still had her reservations, her pride and honor was on the line, so she would offer no quarter. "I'm ready to make you my slutty little princess in front of the entire crew, and have your crown fitted for my head." The knight replied, confident in her victory. "You can keep your chair, it'll just be next to mine, and with 'Commander's Pet' written on it."
The round started right away, with the knight and her princess pushing and rubbing their enhanced breasts against one another, causing an almost unbearable heat and friction to form between them. Marrybell allowed her voice to escape her lips, as did Oldrin, though it was more to seduce one another and put on a show for their captive audience.
Oldrin firmly grabbed Marrybell's ass and pulled her lower half closer. She slipped her leg between her opponent's thighs, and felt just how hot and wet she had become. "Holding it in is bad for you~ Maybe you should just cum right now." The blonde girl gently suggested in a velvet tone of voice. Marrybell smirked and silenced her rival with a deep and lustful kiss. Their tongues battled for supremacy, which one would invade the other's mouth, but there was no definitive victor.
Marrybell was pushed against one of the stripper poles, and her wrists were held behind her, down by her ass, trapping her in place. For a brief moment, she felt like she was at a disadvantage, but the look of need and want reflected in Oldrin's green eyes gave her an idea, to let Oldrin get confident and go full bore at the start, then the clever princess would exploit an opening to turn things around.
Oldrin took the lead, and her suspicion was piqued when Marrybell offered no resistance as their kissing intensified. She even pushed her tongue between the princess' lips and dominated her mouth. She recognized the ploy, and decided to capitalize on it, to push her rival over the edge before any planned turnaround could happen. She kept her leg between Marrybell's thighs and ground herself there, delighted by how wet her rival was becoming. "Don't tell me you're giving up already? If I win this easily, I might just have to buy you a collar, so everyone will know who you belong to." The knight whispered close to her princess' ear.
"The mountain will not submit to crashing waves, will it?" Marrybell stated, her voice filled with confidence. "No, but given enough time, it will be chiseled down~" Oldrin replied as she pushed her knee into Marrybell's crotch some more. She bent down somewhat and dragged her tongue along one of the princess' large breasts, highlighting her point.
Oldrin indulged herself for a few moments, burying her face between Marrybell's divine breasts. The princess' sweet, feminine scent was intoxicating, and she could never tire of it. Sleeping in her quarters was the same as sleeping in a goddess' paradise, something that became familiar to more than a few women around the ship.
Seeing that Marrybell was still holding strong, only allowing soft moans to seep out, Oldrin decided to take a firmer hand with her, a quick and efficient victory that only a Glinda Knight could achieve. She stepped away from her opponent and held out her hand to Nonette, who tossed her a double-sided dildo. Most of the girls in the audience brought sex toys to the show, many of them used on one another, but there was always a hope that they could be used on the performers.
"A little payback, my love~" Oldrin pulled Marrybell away from the stripper pole and laid her flat on the stage floor. No one would miss any of the action, not with the cameras and screens projecting the stage from every possible angle. Oldrin pushed half of the toy inside herself, a task made easier by the fact that she was already wet. She lowered herself to the ground, standing on her knees between Marrybell's opened legs, and made her intentions very clear. "Take a deep breath my love, you'll be doing a lot of moaning and screaming."
Marrybell gave a wry grin, even as her lower half was raised by Oldrin. Her hips were grabbed for better leverage, and the sexy blonde knight plunged the other half of the toy deep inside her princess. Try as she might, Marrybell couldn't keep her voice silenced, and she let out a loud moan of pleasure. The crowd, of course, enjoyed the spectacle so far.
Oldrin grit her teeth and bucked her hips like a hammer, plunging her borrowed toy in and out of Marrybell's pussy. She moved the princess as well, meeting her own thrusts in perfect timing, just to rock the insolent royal even more. Seeing the lovely princess make such an aroused face, and let her voice be heard around the ship, drove the dutiful knight mad with passion and lust, fueled by a desire to completely dominate and own the woman beneath her.
Marrybell writhed on the ground as she was taken like a common whore. As she expected, Oldrin was losing her cool, provoked by her docile temperament and early false surrender. "Go on, show me what sort of leader you are~" She purred, serving only to further provoke Oldrin to act. "You~!" The knight was flustered. She moved her hips harder and faster, trying to stifle her own voice. The toy began to vibrate, releasing powerful tremors through both girls as it was driven into them. Marrybell wasn't expecting such a feature, but neither was Oldrin, giving her a window of opportunity to change the tides of battle.
Oldrin was momentarily stunned when Marrybell made her move, pushing against her as Oldrin pulled back mid thrust. Oldrin landed back on her ass, though both she and Marrybell were still connected by the sex toy. The princess propped herself up with her arms behind her, a sly grin forming on her lips. "A leader must always be careful not to lose the top position, my love." She quipped.
Marrybell and Oldrin sat opposite one another, their legs interlocked, as they continued their match. The two were already nearing their peak, but their pride wouldn't tolerate an early loss. The first round would set the pace for the rest of their intimate battle. Each thrust overwhelmed them, more so than usual given their public spectacle.
The audience watched, eager to see who would come out on top first. Oldrin's and Marrybell's voices rang out in unison, signaling a tie between the two. The crowd wasn't disappointed, since it meant that the battle was far from over.
Marrybell and Oldrin's performance lasted almost two hours, with neither ceding an inch of ground. They were fierce, employing every trick and position they knew, using multiple toys at their disposal, all donated by the enraptured audience. As much as the attendees wanted to join the two on stage, it was more than clear that theirs was a one-on-one match, though the ladies watching hoped that they could have a chance after their battle had concluded.
By the end of it all, Oldrin had come out on top. Though winded, she managed to stand up, while Marrybell laid on the stage floor, trying to catch her breath. It truly could have gone either way, that much was clear, but the stronger woman had won, and though disappointed and frustrated, the princess had accepted her defeat. She rose one final time and faced the audience.
"I Marrybell mel Britannia hereby step down as Commander of the Glinda Knights, and install Oldrin Zevon to the position." The princess announced. "She is clearly more suited to the role than I." She added, in a slightly quieter tone of voice. The crowd cheered for their new leader, and Oldrin seemed incredibly happy by the promotion. However, a thought lingered, she couldn't let it end like that, not when she had so much fun during their battle.
"I'll have that plaque and collar made, babe." Oldrin remarked, and grabbed Marrybell's ass possessively. The pink-haired princess didn't give her the reaction she wanted, so she spoke without the snide tone. "Are you okay with me taking your position, on and off the battlefield? I can't imagine you giving up so easily." The knight spoke. Marrybell looked to her, and realized what she meant, an offer to challenge her again, to continue their rivalry, and grant Marrybell the Commander's title again, as well as her place on top of Oldrin in the bedroom.
Marrybell smirked and bat Oldrin's hand off of her ass. "I promise, I won't be down for long. I'll retake my position as your superior before long." The princess declared. Her knight smirked and nodded, happy with her reply. The two looked out at the excited audience and slowly walked off the stage, inviting their admirers to them. In the blink of an eye, the knight and princess were swarmed by amorous women grabbing their bodies, groping their chests and asses, rubbing their wet pussies, and stealing kisses from them, all of it invited. Marrybell couldn't see who, but someone grabbed her ass and plunged a toy deep inside. Another in front of her, Monica herself, took her pussy. "Allow me to punish you on behalf of our new Commander." Nonette was behind her then. Looking past all the girls, Oldrin was caught between Sandra and Sokkia, and the two shared happy smiles. Most shows ended with a massive orgy, and Marrybell's and Oldrin's performances were no different.
Author's Notes: This is a grand sendoff for the Code Geass yuriverse as established by Androck, at least for now, and we both hope you enjoyed it. It ends, appropriately enough, with a bang, and plenty of exhibitonism and yuri love.
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