AN: The first chapter was written on a bit of a spur of the moment, and I liked it, and it seems that aside from one particular individual it is generally liked. though I should mention that while Lelucia is gonna be very... promiscuous, there IS gonna be a main pairing(s). I've decided it's going to be Kallen x Lelucia x C.C. love triangle and I'm gonna try to make it happen as naturally as possible with the way I built Lelucia, with some other more or less minor stuff on the side. One other important note is that Lelucia is a sigma female in this story, unlike canonical Lelouch who is a twig this princess went all-out in preparing with 7 years of combat training with Sayoko and daily physical fitness routines that have gotten more extensive as she got stronger.

Responses to Reviews:

To Lelouch Kaname... Boi, this is my story, I saw a chance to build something NEW. If you want a copy paste of Lelouch being Lelouch and having the exact same demeanor as ever, go fucking praise every other story that does exactly what you want which has been done to death, and leave me alone. I never once said everyone would like this fic and I do not at all expect everyone to agree with or enjoy the things I'm doing here, but I do expect the people that stick around and read to kindly leave me the hell alone if they don't have anything nice to say.

As for Argent74, luke109 and the guest reviewers alongside one of my regulars, ThatIndieReviewer, thank you for your interest in this story, and your words of encouragement.

To those who want a general idea of the demeanor I'm going for here for Lelucia, imagine a bastardized mix of Alucard from Hellsing Ultimate abridged, and Lelouch. Taking the morbid humor and violent tendencies from the former and retaining the lethal intelligence and charisma from the latter, mix it with an unhealthy reliance on her addictions to drugs, tobacco, booze and sex to cope and distract herself. There will be character development, slowly. As it stands she is heavily emotionally damaged and to a degree psychologically unhinged with very violent moodswings... keep that in mind, I'm not making her evil but she is NOT a "good" person, she's very much a dark anti-hero here, and her actions will speak for themselves.

Warnings for this chapter:
- Yuri Lemon of kinky and very detailed description at around the 3rd quarter of the chapter -


Lelucia sat in her dorm bedroom, it was a mess, papers strewn about, multiple electronics scattered around with tools and parts. She was half naked, sitting on the edge of her bed with a white Russian in one hand, and an unlit cigarette in the other, it was 10:32 in the morning. She lazily played with the remote to the TV as her violet eyes stared at the television screen. Clovis was giving another one of his "Big gay stupid speeches" and Lelucia was just annoyed that he had to hear his obnoxious voice before the news came on.

There was a groan from behind her, as a blond girl sat up with a stretch, her bones audibly cracking, she moaned as she stretched and then sighed, crawling up behind Lelucia and lazily draping her arms around the ravenette's waist, her hands rubbing Lelucia's lean, semi-muscular abs.

"Morning babe..." Milly said with a yawn as she rubbed her forehead into the back of Lelucia's neck, nuzzling into her, the covers falling off of her to reveal she was dressed similarly to her bedmate, which is to say basically nothing at all.

"Morning." Lelucia said, bringing her alcohol up to her lips and downing half of it before passing it over her shoulder to Milly, who took it with a light hum and sipped it while Lelucia brought her cigarette up to her lips, reaching her right hand out to her nightstand to grab her zippo lighter, flicking the lid open, she cupped her hand around the flame as she struck it and lit her smoke before thumbing the lid shut and taking a deep drag before letting out a puff that lazily hung in the air. She kept her eyes on Clovis the whole time. She then reached a hand up to brush a few stray bangs of her black locks out of her eyes, messy as it was from last night's escapades with her long-time friend.

"Is it me or is this guy so fucking predictable that every time I see his stupid face on TV I already know what he's gonna talk about before he says anything and know exactly what he's gonna say before it leaves his shit-eating lips?" Lelucia asked with some annoyance. "Watch. Ahem: My fellow Britannians, last night a terrorist attack in the Ozabu district claimed the lives of many brave soldiers, it brings me great pain and sorrow, but fear not! We shall not let these actions go unpunished!" She proclaimed, taking a regal and holier-than-thou tone of voice as she did so, finishing it by putting one hand to her heart over her ample breasts and the back of her other hand to her forehead, tilting her head back as she did so.

"My fellow Britannians, last night a terrorist attack in the Ozabu district claimed the lives of many brave soldiers, it brings me great pain and sorrow, but fear not! We shall not let these actions go unpunished!" Clovis Parroted Lelucia's mocking announcement, causing her to raise a hand and gesture to the TV with exasperation.

"See! I can read this cock-goblet like a children's book for 2 year old's! God he's so annoying." She said as Clovis droned on

Milly could only laugh, which caused Lelucia to grin. The blond passed the white Russian back over Lelucia's shoulder and the ravenette chugged the rest in a single swig before setting the glass on the nightstand and leaning back into Milly. She picked her phone up from the bed covers and checked the stock market as the cigarette lazily hung from her lips and smoldered. Everything looked good, most of her stocks had gone up like she predicted, she'd be selling them soon, they'd peak soon and she'd make millions like she always did. It was never enough though, manufacturing guns, body armor, helicopters, AA missiles and knightmares was not cheap.

For the first 4 years after the invasion, Lelucia had put all of her time, effort, and capital into expanding and renovating the secret factories and testing facilities beneath the Ashford's Academy, hiring the best and brightest engineers and research staff that she could find and ensured their loyalty. Once she was satisfied with the progress made, she made further expansion a secondary objective, as the past 3 years had been spent purchasing the rights to lesser Sakuradite mines beneath Britannia's radar and securing contracts for the processing of the various parts and materials required to produce her weapons of war. 3 years was a LONG time to be manufacturing and stockpiling Knightmare frames... but many of them were not ordinary Knightmares.

Perhaps her biggest boon was the trip to Euro-Britannia she took 3 years ago just as final preparations for Knightmare production had gone underway, she met a researcher who provided her what might have been the biggest advantages at her disposal, and she was genuinely grateful for it.

She mulled over her options of who she was gonna kill first, Clovis seemed like the obvious choice, and then she'd just keep slaughtering members of the royal family until the Emperor stopped sending his failed abortions after her and then she'd go on the hunt... oh and all the other nobles had to die too, except for like... 5 that seemed to not be a complete waste of oxygen. She'd kill em all, not just the men, but the women and probably their kids too, fuck objective morality, she wanted revenge.

Reviving Japan was on her radar, granted she didn't believe in necromancy, she knew that the new Japan was not gonna just be the old one put back together, 7 years of occupation had collectively burned the old Japan to the ground, a better one would have to rise from the Ashes, stronger than ever. She'd make rebuilding one of her top priorities once she effectively took control of her homeland and murdered the shit out of all her cob-nobbling family. Empress Lelucia had a nice ring to it, and then she just had to embark on a path of world domination, piece of cake.

Once the world was under her thumb there would finally be peace. She didn't plan to take anyone's rights, liberties, culture or name, if she had her way then all nations absorbed into the empire would see no real change other than who they paid their taxes to and having some more liberal laws put into practice, that was the worst case scenario, the one she was shooting for was major reconstruction that would improve everyone's lives and bring the world as a whole up to a higher standard of living. It'd take a long time and a lot of money, but she knew she could reduce crime to almost nothing, fix unemployment, repair the environmental damage caused by all the wars and bring an end to poverty and homelessness...

She didn't want to, on the contrary she'd be fine if the world burned around her, she wasn't doing this for herself... she was doing it for Nunnally, she knew her dead little sister's wish was a world in which everyone could be happy, and she'd make it happen no matter what. Nunnally's dream was perhaps the one thing Lelucia cared enough about to keep herself going after she mounted daddy's head on a pike... The ONLY member of her family that she was seriously tempted to spare was Euphemia, she was the only one that Lelucia could consider innocent, the rest could burn in hell, and would if she had anything to say about it... granted little Euphie would hate her if she blew Nelly's head off but she'd cross that bridge when she got to it.

"Hey Mil, who do you think I should kill after Clovis? Or rather who do you think pops will send after me? I kinda hope it's Schneizel, if I take him out right away then the rest should be a stroll through the park."

Milly had been rubbing Lelucia's abs, but stopped at the question, she stayed quiet for a moment before speaking. "Are you really gonna go through with it...? Do you really have to? Is there no way for you to just... let go and move on?"

Lelucia scowled, her head whipping around to face Millicent Ashford who flinched at the glare.

"Milly, what the hell are you on about?"

"I... I just thought-"

"You thought that maybe I'd give up on my quest? Milly this is my reason to go on, my mission in life, I'm gonna start it soon and when I do I'm not gonna stop."

"But what if you get hurt, or killed!? Do you have any idea how much that would hurt me?"

"Milly, stop, I'm not quitting, not now not ever."

"You're being irrational."

Milly let out a yelp as Lelucia's whole body turned, and a strong hand came up to grab her chin in a vice grip. Intense, hateful violet eyes glared into Milly's blue and she gulped.

"Milly, shut the FUCK up, if you don't have anything useful to say or do then get the hell out of my room." Lelucia snarled, and Milly tried her best to nod with her head in Lelucia's hand, eyes watering, the princess let go and turned back to stare at the TV screen more hatefully than ever, while Milly quickly threw her clothes on and ran out the door, hurt by Lelucia's attitude towards her. The exile could only sneer as her pompous brother's ugly mug came back on screen during some sort of interview.

Now thoroughly pissed off she jammed her finger into the power button of the TV remote to turn it off before chucking it across the room to smack into the wall and clatter against the floor with the batteries popping out and rolling across the hardwood. She took another deep drag from her cigarette before putting it out, half-smoked in the ash tray and getting dressed in her gym outfit, consisting of a black sports bra, black shorts and black gym shoes with black socks before grabbing her gym bag and slipping out her door. She made her way down to the private gym she had set up to use with Sayoko and stepped inside to see the Ninja waiting patiently.

"15 minutes early as always." Sayoko noted, her eyes momentarily flicking up to check the clock reading 10:45 before looking back at Lelucia as she dropped her bag and stretched, rolling her arms, cracking her neck and reaching down to touch her toes along with a number of other things before walking over to the pull-up bar.

"Fashionably early, as they say." She quipped with anger clear in her voice, Sayoko simply stared as Lelucia began to do her sets.

"I heard lady Ashford crying." The maid said, which drew out a non-committal grunt from Lelucia as she stared ahead, counting her sets, she started working on her second round of 10 out of the 5 sets she planned to do for this exercise before switching to the next one.

"You should apologize." The other woman said firmly as Lelucia finished her second set and started on set 3.

"Why?" She asked between pull-up 24 and 25.

This caused Sayoko to scowl.

"She questioned my commitment Sayoko, of course I got mad." She said, seeing the look Sayoko got as she started set 4.

Sayoko shook her head and sighed.

"She does not doubt your commitment young princess, on the contrary, she worries for your health because of how committed you are."

36, 37- "My life is forfeit Sayoko." 38, 39... "She knows that." 40 "You all know that." 41 "If I die then I die." 42 "So be it." 43.

"She loves you."

That actually made Lelucia pause for a moment, before finishing her last few for a total of 50 pull-ups. Without letting go she shifted her weight and swung herself back, looping her legs over the bar, she then released her grip from the bar and clasped her hand behind her head as she began doing mid-air crunches, pointedly looking away from Sayoko who just closed her eyes.


After a thoroughly effective but irritating workout, the black princess slipped into the secret passageways leading down to the hidden factory complex beneath the Academy, exiting an elevator, she walked down a hall bypassing research and engineering staff who gave her a wide and respectful berth. Entering another door after reaching the end of the hall she made her way into her private office, it was in the top right corner of a much larger chamber. Beneath her assembly lines where fabricating body parts for Sutherland class Knightmare Frames.

Conveyer belts and hooks and cranes moved like clockwork, automated machinery put the limbs in their proper places across the torso before more clamps locked the armor plating around them in place and then lowered the head onto the main body to complete the unit. as they assembled complete units, with a noticable difference.

These Sutherland's had no cockpit, and the head unit seemed to have a mono-optical camera in place of a factsphere sensor within the head unit. That was because these were not ordinary Knightmares, these were Sutherland Drones, their AI was a self-contained combat program that examined combat data and could learn from the provided information. They could not truly think for themselves, but could execute actions based on their algorithms and adapt to new scenarios. Their state-of-the-art sensor suite and IFF setup allows them to differentiate friend from foe and foe from non-combatant quickly and correctly.

They were soldiers unto themselves, and Lelucia was their only master. She had spent years developing the Artifical Intelligence and it's combat programming ever since she got the design schematics for the drone from Europe. Once she had it finished, she started feeding the original version years upon years of combat data recorded both from simulator programs as well as the publicly available information on the Empire's elite pilots that got sent around as propaganda, both her mother's combat data, and her own from her years in the simulators had been fed into the learning algorithm.

And now the AI was being copied into chips and installed on each and every one of her own freshly minted drones- painted black for good measure, each unit was easily a 1-1 match for an experienced Britannian Knightmare pilot, and she could not wait to unleash her hoards upon the Britannian Army, it was gonna be so much fun~

After taking a moment to just relish in the sights and sounds of her factory, she sat in her office chair and checked her desktop, going through her emails and preparing to sell her stocks, she picked up her phone as it started to ring, checking the caller ID, she smiled before bringing it to her ear and answering.

"Kirihara Dono, to what do I owe this call?"

She heard the old man laugh on the other end of the line, it came off as a cackle with a wheeze trailing at the end. "I come baring news most excellent for my budding black rose."

Lelucia raised an eyebrow and grinned. "What do ya got for me?"

"Rakshata Chawla."

Lelucia froze and he eyes went wide.

"You found her?" She asked, standing up from her chair and staring at the phone, one hand on her desk as she leaned over it.

"I have her location yes, she's currently with the Maharaja in New Delhi, you know how the Indians are, they're desperate to kick China out of their lands. They just finished combat trials for the Guren Mark-I, and the Mark-II along with their Gekka Pre-Production variant are both in the final stages of development."

"What's the status of our negotiations with her?"

"She's seems to be genuinely interested as far as I can tell, but she has some concerns, she doesn't know you and doesn't know if she can trust you. The Indian Government and the Kyoto Group along with the JLF are all known to her. She doesn't know you so she's being jumpy about making any deals."

"Can you work your magic on her?"

"Working on it as we speak, if everything goes as planned she'll be walking through your door within a week."

"Excellent, anything else to report?"

"I've pulled a few favors and found common ground with Kaguya, the Kyoto Group is gathering some assets and sending you a gift package."

"Anything good?"

"20 Burais and enough energy fillers, and munitions to keep them going for a few months worth of operations."

Lelucia snorted and rolled her eyes. "Burais are a waste of my time, I'd get more value out of selling them."

"Yes, but they don't know who you are, what you have or the depths of what you are truly capable of. You see those remodeled Glasgows as paltry offerings, they see it as a test, they want results, give them what they desire and more resources will be sent to you instead of the JLF."

"Really? They're ready to send stuff meant for the JLF to me?"

"The other members of the Kyoto group have been waiting 7 years for freedom, the JLF has visibly stagnated, they hardly ever go on the offensive anymore, if ever. Katase has Tohdoh cooped up in their mountain fortress and we are tired of waiting for them to... how do the Britannian's put it? Grow a pair?"

Lelucia snickered. "Alright, pass my offer along then, they stop supplying the JLF and cut contact completely, in exchange I'll kill Clovis and his royal guard personally, along with any other forces he has with him."

"... How- might I ask- do you plan to reach the Viceroy?"

"Thats my little secret, don't you worry your shiny bald head uncle Kirihara, tell Kaguya I gave her a kiss and that I look forward to seeing her again, I have to go now, thanks for the call." She said, hanging up before dialing another number.

"Hello...?" The voice of a man came over the phone, he sounded afraid, confused and most importantly interested.

"Did you get the Knightmares?"


Minutes earlier, Ohgi was staring at an older black burner phone that was sitting quietly on his old teacher's desk, it had no distinctive markings, and had only one number, a single caller ID, the number 0. Nothing more, nothing less, it was mysterious... the phone was in his mailbox outside his rundown apartment, he found it this morning, and gingerly took it with much suspicion. There was seemingly nothing harmful about it, his mailbox was not boobytrapped, the envelope it was in had been unmarked. It was just sitting there.

And now he stared at it, alongside the note that was wrapped around it. All it said, in Kanji, was that they would get a call at 1 PM today, and right now it was 12:59.

He brought it to his hideout, the school he used to teach at, the hideout for the Kozuki resistance... it wasn't really a resistance group, or at least not much of one. There was just around a dozen members. Himself and the rest basically being a bunch of younger adults who were kids during the war, the oldest of them couldn't have been more than 21.

When he arrived at the old school, he found an odd occurrence, the rest of the group were huddling over by the loading docks for the school's warehouse section, where it used to get it's cafeteria food and other supplies delivered. The group crowded around 4 large black cargo trailers, cautious as ever. Kallen was holding her Nambu Type-14 in one hand and a sawed-off in the other, Tamaki was aiming his black-market AK at it, and the others were wielding older guns from the first pacific war and whatever Britannian army surplus weapons they could steal.

Ohgi approached, clutching the black burner phone tightly in his hand and Kallen turned to see him, the redhead looked at him expectantly, her eyes flicking to the phone he held before looking back up at him

"You know anything about this?"

Ohgi shook his head quietly, sharing the same look of concern and confusion with Kallen before the redhead turned her head to look at one of the containers with a glare. She put her pistol back in it's holster, while holding her sawed-off 12 gauge in the other hand, she gripped the latch and slowly turned it. The other members of the resistance group aimed their weapons at the doors and Ohgi waited with baited breath, a droplet of sweat rolling down the side of his face and dripping down his chin as he gulped.

The trailer door clicked as the latch was undone... everyone stood stock still to listen carefully for any signs of movement, or the ticking of a bomb. They heard none, and she slowly opened the trailer door, it groaned as she first cracked it open, holding her shotgun tightly, before ripping it open the rest of the way and pointing the double-barrel inside.

Kallen saw nothing but a black tarp draped over something big and bulky, she narrowed her eyes, leaning to the side, it was too dark to see further into the trailer, she turned back to look at the rest of the group.

"Light." She called out, and Naomi reached into a small backpack she carried with her, pulling out a flashlight and tossing it to Kallen who snatched it out of the air and quickly aimed it down the trailer in a reverse grip, clicking the button and stepping further in.

She disappeared into the container for a few tense moments, before walking back out, her shotgun lowered.

"Clear, nobody inside." Kallen said, shaking her head and tossing the flashlight back to Naomi. They collectively sighed in relief and lowered their weapons.

"Well... we gotta see what's under the tarp right?" Tamaki asked, and for once he was right as the rest of the group, Ohgi included, agreed that it would be best to see what exactly had been delivered to them.

Kallen shrugged, putting the shotgun in a strap on her back, she reached for the tarp and pulled, it gave way-

There was a collective gasp as everyone laid eyes upon it, a knightmare with polished pitch-black armor that reflected the light of the morning sun, it's armor scheme represented a distinctly Britannian model... but the helm and pauldrons were different. The head of the unit was lowered so they could not see it's face, but the helm above it distinctly resembled that of a Samurai's Kabuto helmet, and the shoulders had been more rounded. Another distinct feature was the fact this frame was sitting in the sieza position. Kallen looked down to see that a little gold bow and ribbon had been tied around one of the Knightmare's fingers, like it was some sort of Christmas present.

"No way..." Nagata whispered and Yoshida could only nod dumbly while the others just stared in awe, Kallen quickly went back, and pulled off another tarp... and another, and another, and another after that... the trailer was carrying an entire Knightmare Assault Lance, lining the walls were melee weapons... Katen Yaibatou and Naginata. And behind the last nightmare was a full set of rifles, with a knightmare cannon leaning diagonally against the wall

The rest of the resistance members checked the other trailers, the second one directly next to the first was filled with the exact same Knightmares, with more melee weapons, rifles, and instead of a cannon, there were a pair of Knightmare Sniper rifles.

Trailers number 3 and 4 both were chock full of ammo and energy fillers, chaos mines, repair kits, manuals, and more weapons from spare rifles, to snipers, cannons, missile launchers, swords and naginata. There were also small arms, mint condition infantry weapons packaged in crates, Britannian models. It had EVERYTHING, from Marksman rifles, to assault rifles, pistols, SMG's grenades, RPG's, Hell he was pretty sure he saw Naomi lug a goddamn Browning .50 cal out with Yoshida's help.

Someone had sent them a care package... Ohgi could only stare at the phone now clutched even tighter in his grip as the resistance members popped the lids on the containers and practically swarmed over all their new gear. He walked away silently, heading to his old classroom, he set the Phone down and went back outside to help unload everything. Most of it got stored in the old Gymnasium, the only place they had that was big enough to store all their new stuff, it took them from early morning til around 12:30 to get everything done. The others went out to get lunch and celebrate... but not him, Ohgi had a duty, a responsibility to speak to whomever it was that sent his resistance group these gifts. So he sat at his desk now, and waited, the clock ticking by as he stared at the ominous burner phone set neatly on his desk, the only item laying on the old wood.

He gulped as the minutes ticked by, and the time of the call got closer... the exact second that the clock hit 1 PM, the phone suddenly began to ring, and he immediately went to pick it up, he fumbled with it and dropped it, making him let out a cruse. When he got a grip on it and picked it up, he hesitated for a second to answer it, but banished his fear, clicking the answer button and bringing the phone to his ear.

Ohgi tried to keep his fear and trepidation down as he spoke. "Hello...?" He asked, swallowing a lump in his throat, he almost jumped when a voice answered, feminine, almost regal and smooth as silk, dripping with confidence.

"Did you get the Knightmares?" The voice inquired in Japanese.

"Yes." He answered quickly, too quickly he realized, knowing that it might have come off as impatient and rude he corrected himself. "Ah- I mean yes... ma'am...?"

There was a short laugh from the other end. "No need to be so formal Kaname. You and I are going to be very good friends~" The voice purred, sending a shiver down his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he gulped. "Do you want to fight Britannia? Not just resist them, but truly hurt them? Do you want justice? Revenge? Freedom? An eye for an eye?"

"I... yes. Yes I do." He answered truthfully.

"I know, I just wanted to hear you say it. Britannia deserves to pay for what they have done, the lives they have torn apart, the families they have destroyed, the people they have killed. They have ripped away the culture, honor, name and identities of countless millions, billions even. I won't stand for it any longer and neither should you."

"I agree... but... why us? Why go to us for support, why give us these weapons, why not a bigger resistance movement like the Blood of the Samurai? Or hell even the JLF themselves could probably use this stuff-"

"No." The voice replied with cold venom, making him bristle. "The JLF are stuck in the past, weak, cowardly, they have an army and they are unwilling to use it, they sit in their mountain fortress and yell at Britannia over the radio. The most damage they have done is give the local stations a headache, they barely ever go on raids they are husks clinging to the dream of a bygone era... the JLF, is USELESS." The voice proclaimed. "But you? You I see great potential in, you don't target innocent people, you defend yourselves, your homes, your neighbors. You head out into the fire every day with grim determination knowing any second the army could come crashing down on you and you still push on. You are determined, you are brave, you have the kind of fighting spirit that most of the JLF could only DREAM of having... that is what I look for in my soldiers."

"You want us to be soldiers...?"

"Yes, soldiers in a new army that will bring the dawn of an era... blood will be shed, many will perish, but when the dust has settled and the smoke has blown away, you and those like you will be standing victorious with a new Japan beneath your boots."

"You talk big... how do I know you can deliver that?"

"I know about your operation tomorrow, you plan to steal a poison gas canister from Britannia's R&D labs."

Ohgi's eyes went wide, how did-!?

"People talk, Ohgi, and I have ears everywhere. I have a proposal for you."

"...Go ahead..." He urged.

"Tomorrow, you will follow my orders to the letter, and I shall deliver unto you 3 things. The secure capture of the poison gas, the utter annihilation of Clovis' royal guard, alongside most likely his Purist dogs, and best of all-"


"-The head of Prince Clovis himself." Lelucia finished as she finally got done brushing her hair and applying lipstick, her lips now black as night with just the right application of eye-liner. "Are you interested?" She asked, already knowing the answer and looking away from her car's rear-view mirror.

"Yes." He finally answered from the other end, anxiety and hope was clear as day in his voice to be found in equal measure.

"Good, for now you can relax, I'll be calling you early tomorrow morning." She said before hanging up and stepping out of the car, she had driven from Ashford to Babel tower during the call, adjusting her overcoat, she stepped up to her favorite piece of property with a backpack slung over her shoulders, she casually walked through the lobby and took an elevator to her penthouse suite. She didn't waste much time as she walked out of the elevator and into her private room, it was her favorite place to... unwind.

She closed the doors behind her, making sure it was locked up tight before sauntering past the living area and dining area to her bedroom. She stepped inside and there on the bed was her... victim~

Sitting up straight, the biological mother of Kallen Kozuki was wearing the same delicious playboy bunny outfit that she had been caught wearing a month prior, her cheeks flushed red as her wavering blue eyes stared up into Lelucia's violet.

The princess wordlessly undid the belt of her overcoat and let it fall off of her... and Kozuki could only stare with awe and trepidation at her. Lelucia had abs that one could grind MEAT on and strong, muscular arms and legs, with thighs that looked like they could crush someone's skull and full, ripe breasts that could make most women jealous... all wrapped up in a strappy, all-black leather dominatrix outfit with a huge rubber cock dangling between her legs

Kozuki's eye's widened at the size of the strap-on before her eyes followed Lelucia's hand as it reached into the backpack she brought with, taking out a choker- the MILF felt her heart skip a beat.

Lelucia licked her lips, letting the black choker hang from her ring finger with her other hand on her hip as she slowly sashayed towards the older woman.

"Prepare to say ah~"

Kozuki felt herself getting wet as the dominatrix approached. Being 6'3 and made of lean muscle she absolutely towered over the MILF with such a commanding presence that the woman could only sit there and drink in the sexy younger girl in front of her, the black princess crawled onto the bed behind her, taking the bag along too. She felt Lelucia's tongue lick up the back of her neck as her hands were pulled behind her back, something hard wrapping around her wrists, before the click of handcuffs registered in her ears and she shivered.

Lelucia would have her fun soon, but first focused on the older woman, wanting to make sure her prey had been sufficiently entertained before she was to be devoured by the princess' raw and violent sexual energy. Her strong hands pulled down the top of Kozuki's bunny suit, releasing a nice pair of breasts which Lelucia immediately went to grope, not nearly as big and juicy as her own fat tits but nice enough to play with. She squeezed the breasts by the handful, her fingers grazing the soft mounds of flesh before pinching her hardening nipples. The MILF let out a delectable moan as Lelucia pinched her nipples harder, before beginning to pull. Her teeth nipping Kozuki's neck and then licking it, she twisted her nipples, dragging out a sharp gasp and a twitch, their legs rubbing together... oh, good... this one was a masochist, her favorite~!

Kozuki felt the black choker lock tightly around her neck, and she could only breathe raggedly as the woman playing with her breasts gave her only a moment's respite, she felt the weight of her dom shift behind her as Lelucia stood up. A pair of strong hands latched onto either side of her face, her head was tilted back and the fat dick forced it's way down her throat, making it bulge. She gagged and struggled against the handcuffs as Lelucia railed her throat, saliva spilling out of the corners of her lips as she deep-throated the strap-on the princess was wearing, her eyes watering.

This only served to turn Lelucia on, the feeling of absolute dominance and control, having a submissive masochist as pretty as this one, she growled in lustful delight, closing her eyes. She kept at this for several full minutes, using Kozuki's face as an onahole for her own pleasure until finally deciding to give the girl a break. She pulled out, letting the MILF splutter and cough, gasping for air. But the rest didn't last, not for long. Lelucia grabbed a handful of Kozuki's hair and yanked her down onto the bed.

Lelucia licked her lips as she pressed Kozuki's head down into the mattress and ripped off the rest of her bunnysuit, before getting on her knees behind the older woman, she spread the pussy lips of the older woman and let her tongue do the talking, sliding it into the warm wet snatch. Kozuki twitched and moaned for her, her pussy leaking love juice into Lelucia's waiting mouth, letting it drip down her chin, she savored the taste before pulling back and licking her lips. She pulled back and lined herself up~

She crammed her lubricated strap-on into Kozuki's tight ass, she grabbed onto one of the MILF's cheeks and squeezed, and with the other hand she began to mercilessly finger the poor girl beneath her. Kozuki turned into a writhing, moaning mess as Lelucia's hips clapped into her asscheeks, her fingers churning inside the older woman's pussy. She screamed and came for Lelucia and Lelucia kept going... it was a long fun afternoon~


Kozuki twitched and drooled, her sweat and cum covering the mattress, her naked body shivering, she hardly felt it when the handcuffs finally came off... her choker snapped somewhere in the middle of round 4... or was it 5? She couldn't tell, her ass burned, completely red as it was, her jaw definitely dislocated. Her nipples stung and the leftovers of her multiple climaxes dripped from her aching womanhood and her eyes were half-lidded.

Lelucia left not long after, thoroughly satisfied for the rest of the day- probably, she drove home with a pleased grin on her face and a cigarette hanging between her lips. She took a casual cruise back to Ashford, relaxed in her seat as her violet eyes filled with mischief. She planned to stay longer and have some after-sex cuddles with her latest victim, but she got a text just as she finished giving the woman a new set of small gold loop nipple piercings and a nice little chain connecting them. She wanted to give her a buttplug too but it didn't matter, her pet project was finished.

She was excited as all hell, even with her fun cut short she couldn't be mad. It's not every day that you got a brand new toy, not like this one. They said it would take a month and they delivered right on time. When she got back, she got dressed into something that was actually appropriate for being in public rather than just a flasher coat over a dominatrix outfit. A simple black sweater and sweatpants, she couldn't be bothered to go looking all fancy and said to hell with it, going commando, she didn't give a fuck in that instance.

She practically skipped down the halls of the Ashford Foundation, and the mere sight of it terrified most of the research staff, thinking she was in one of her mood swings... that was never good, last time that happened and someone got in her way they were left bedridden for months.

Lelucia went straight through the doors of the research facility, her eyes gleaming with pure joy and bloodlust. The room didn't have any lights on, save for a set of powerful floodlights that shined the spotlight on what made her so happy.

When she hit that Britannian base a month back, it was a smash and grab, she stole data, valuable, important data, data that would give her the edge she needed over Britannia.

There was a problem with her plans before. The fact was that no matter how many drones she produced or Burai that the Kyoto group sent them, or how many she just stole, she would NEVER be able to outnumber Britannia, not truly. Perhaps in a localized area cut off from reinforcements yes. But the Britannian Military was 30 million strong, with over twice as many active reservists. Their factories churned out hundreds of knightmares every day and she could just barely get 120 a month if the Ashford Foundation was at 100% capacity.

She could not beat Britannia's numbers, but she COULD try to beat them in quality. The RPI-209 Gloucester was Britannia's best mass production unit... but that didn't mean it was the best one they designed. Standing in front of her was it's competition... the RPI-210 Gracchus.

The foolish Britannian weapon contractors picked the Gloucester because it was easier to make in large numbers, it used basically the same tech as the Sutherland, just optimized a bit more, given a fresh coat of paint, made the head look cool, and they called that shit a day, even flaunted it, dishonestly, as a Gen-6 unit.

They were full of shit of course, the Gloucester was good, but not THAT good. What usually made the damn thing sing was the fact the eye-candy unit was only ever given to elite, veteran pilots and officers of notable rank and reputation. In reality it was just a Sutherland made to look better, and had slightly higher performance.

The RPI-210, was an actual engineering marvel, utilizing true 6th generation technologies and design features that allowed it to outperform all other preceding knightmares by such a high degree that it could mop the floor with a Gloucester given the pilots were equally skilled, it's specs off the charts in comparison.

And now, standing before her, in glistening, polished black armor and gold-stained embroidery, was one such machine, it's research and development data yanked from Britannia's servers as the file was in the middle of a transfer from Euro-Britannia to the empire proper. She stole the only known copy of it's schematics, and subsequently deleted all traces of it's existence from their hard drives and cloud servers with a well placed virus that started eating everything.

She let her grin widen as she heard the activation sequence commence.

"Ashford Foundation model 0-38 initiating primary startup sequence, Yggdrasil drive activated, energy filler fully charged, diagnostic check in progress, standby-" She heard it as much as she felt it, the raw power as the unit went online, and as it's thin visor lit up, she was showered in a bright violet light.

She basked in it's presence and began to laugh...


AN: Welp that's that, I'm not gonna include a Lemon in every chapter, many will just be implied, but the ones I do write I endeavor to make enjoyable, hope ya got a kick out of this chapter. Review if you enjoyed, and have a laugh at this.

Lelucia: Evil cackle intensifies

Kallen: What's so funny?

Lelucia: I FUCKED YA MOM!