Your Bloody Valentine

Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass

Summary: Defeated and sold to the Emperor, Zero has been condemned to a fate worse than death as her father's plaything. The disgraced princess, Leloucia finds herself considering the White Kings's offer of salvation. His one request: "be mine."

Pairings: Schneizel/Fem!Lelouch (main), Charles/Fem!Lelouch (one-sided non-con)

Warnings: AU-ish (ignores R2), darkfic, incest, explicit smut.

Re-Edited Version Posted on: March 18, 2011

Betad by: Mallet-sama

Then…

It was the 14th of February, a day when love was celebrated with bouquets of red roses and sugary confections. A time when romance blossomed in the air, drawing soul mates together like bees to honey… or was it birds to bees? The child princess, Leloucia vi Britannia, found that she really didn't care while sulking in a corner at the Valentines Day party held at Aries Palace.

The party had been planned by her younger sister Nunnally and half-sister Euphemia for the royal family. It was pointless, as only a few members would take time out of their busy schedules to attend (while the others flat out refused) but her mother, Empress Marianne, simply could not say no to two enthusiastic little princesses. Neither could Leloucia. Even though she did not care for sweets, found the scent of roses too overwhelming, and was forced to spend her free time watching Clovis' successful attempt of making a fool out of himself portraying Cupid much to the delight of his younger half-siblings.

The only thing that actually lifted the sullen girl's mood was watching Nunnally who was absolutely euphoric as she helped Euphie crown Cornelia with a wreath of white roses. Cornelia smiled in return before pinching both their cheeks and pointing in Leloucia's direction. She quickly got two her feet, wondering how far she could run, but it was too late. Both girls in their lovely pink dresses frolicked over and pulled the gloomy princess from the corner against her will.

"Leloucia, come have some of the tiramisu I prepared!" Euphemia sweetly offered while tugging her towards the buffet.

"No, sister is going to try my strawberry shortcake first!" Nunnally insisted, taking her full-blooded sibling's other hand and pulling the older girl towards herself.

"But Leloucia really enjoys the flavor of coffee…"

"But she loves strawberries more!"

The raven-haired princess groaned inwardly, knowing that she would have to eat both desserts at the same time to placate them before a quarrel broke out. However, before she made a move towards the buffet table, two gloved hands placed themselves upon her shoulders. Looking up, her large violet-eyes met with the cool lavenders belonging to their older half-brother.

"Dearest Euphie and Nunnally, would you mind if I borrow Leloucia for a moment? I promised her a game of chess this afternoon."

The two younger girls complied in an instant. No one ever refused Schneizel el Britannia. Without receiving any complaints, he guided her away from the party as Clovis shot another cupid arrow into the air, causing shimmering red sparkles to rain down.

"I don't recall you ever making such a promise," Leloucia said once they were out of the room, brushing off some of the glitter that clung to her hair that she wore long like mother's. Schneizel continued to smile, while tucking a real lavender rose behind her ear.

"What kind of prince would I be to not come to my princess' rescue?"

Chapter 1

Present…

December 2, 2017 a.t.b

After being sold to the Emperor by her once best friend, sixteen year-old Leloucia doubted her fate could get any worse than the execution that awaited her. Zero's crimes were inexcusable despite the royal blood running through the young girl's veins. The former Eleventh Princess knew her death was inevitable; it dogged at her heals like a shadow each and every time she donned the mask.

Call it morbid fascination, but Leloucia couldn't help but ponder her own demise as she was blindfolded and escorted out of the throne room. Any other terrorist would meet their end by firing squad. In her mind's eye she could picture soldiers lined up – Suzaku with them – with guns, riddling her body with bullets. Then there was also hanging, where she could only hope that her neck would snap in an instant to avoid agonizingly slow asphyxiation. Both punishments seemed too light for the acts of treason she committed though. Perhaps they would inject poison that felt like liquid fire into her blood stream and watch her flop about like a fish out of water.

By the time the idea of being drawn and quartered by Sutherlands came to mind, they had come to a halt. Leloucia frowned; having kept a mental count of the steps taken, the cast-away princess knew she was still inside the Imperial Palace. Were they going to kill her here? Perhaps they might make a public spectacle of it in front of all the Royals. There might even be cameras filming…

The renowned ice princess of Ashford swallowed hard at the idea of the Student Council having to watch her demise on a public broadcast. What if Nunnally heard about it? What if her precious little sister was made to attend? It was then Leloucia decided that her approaching death would be nowhere near as agonizing as Nunnally's tears flowing from unseeing eyes.

Her grief was immediately turned into surprise as a large and firm hand placed itself on the small of her back, pushing Leloucia forward. Her fall was short and painless as she landed against a softer surface, one that she immediately recognized as a bed. Purposeful hands unbuckled the restraining-suit, peeling it off until she was left clad only in her panties. Underneath the blindfold tied securely around her head, beautiful violet-eyes widened in terror. She tried to move quickly, using one free arm to cover her breasts while her other hand grasped for the blindfold… only for it to be yanked painfully above her head.

"I'm sorry, princess," a gruff voice she barely recognized spoke out loud while her other hand was also captured and bound with the other.

Leloucia tilted her head up inquisitively towards the voice as if she could see the speaker through the dark fabric that obscured her sight.

"It has been a long time, Sir Waldstein…" she murmured rather than asking him to confirm his identity. "Where am I? Your bedchamber…?"

There was some relief when she felt the sheets pulled up to cover her nudity before the bed dipped slightly as he climbed off. She took his lack of response as a 'no' but it wouldn't surprise her if she was given as a prize to the highest ranking Knight of the Rounds. The thought she had been given to Suzaku also crossed her mind, though as he had already been given title 'Knight of Seven' it was unlikely; there was no way her father was that generous. Still, she was a bit relieved… but it was a feeling that would not last.

Bismark was silent for a long moment, and the disgraced princess wondered if he was outright ignoring her until he finally spoke.

"You are in his majesty's royal chambers."

At that moment, she wished he had remained mute, as her world spiraled into chaos.

'No! That bastard… he wouldn't dare!'

Although Leloucia had been a compliant prisoner so far, the teenager could no longer hold back her revulsion and fear. She ignored the Knight of One's protests and began struggling futilely against the bed she was tied to. Her father's bed… Leloucia wanted to throw up and would have gladly choked to death on her bile right then and there. Unfortunately, she was unable to vomit (not yet, anyway) and so resumed her struggle; the blanket falling away as she continued to pull at her arms until the wrists ached and bruised.

"Cease, you are only making this worse for yourself."

The frightened girl practically spat in his direction while cursing him, Suzaku, and the Emperor in every language she was fluent in. Time moved at a snail's pace; minutes stretched into an hour before her voice went hoarse and her thrashing body settled due to fatigue. The former rebel leader could not help but be exhausted as she hadn't been allowed to rest since her arrest during the Black Rebellion.

Out of all the men she had cursed, she added Zero – the masked revolutionary, her alter ego – to the list. If only the Geass power had not gone out of control. She would have still be living in Area Eleven with Nunnally at Ashford. Her subordinates would have had a place where they could embrace their nationality. Euphemia would still be alive… still teasing her about scaring away potential boyfriends.

'Oh Euphie!' she was almost thankful for the blindfold so that no one could see the tears burning her eyes. 'Euphie, I'm so sorry. Why… why couldn't you have just shot me? Why couldn't things have gone the way I planned them?'

'Life is not chess, dear Leloucia. The pieces will not always follow your orders. Even the best laid plans do not always work out perfectly.'

That was what her older half-brother, Schneizel, would say to her when they used to discus tactics together. The raven-haired girl stiffened while blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. She could clearly remember his smug smile as the Second Prince beat her in yet another round of chess. Despite her astonishing intellect and maturity she had at that young age, she had been unable to cope with the losses and angrily stormed off to join her sisters who were assembling wreathes out of hand-picked flowers.

Thinking of him, made her wonder what the Prime Minister was doing now. With Cornelia out of action, he very well could be the one cleaning up the mess in Area Eleven. Although Zero had departed the battlefield right when the Black Knights were about to claim victory, if anyone could put down the rebellion she had started, it was Schneizel. Everything she strived for, all the sacrifices that were made… would soon be meaningless.

'I am such a fool for falling into an obvious trap,' she berated herself while still tugging weakly at her restraints. The Emperor had not even been surprised when Suzaku had shoved her face into the floor as he brought forth the Enemy of the Empire. She had been sold, like some prostitute… and now would be used as such.

Again, she felt Bismark cover her with the discarded blanket but it did not stop the shivering that only increased upon hearing another person enter the room. Leloucia went rigid as she began to pray this was just some sick joke or that the newcomer was a servant. Anyone… she didn't care who, as long as it wasn't…

"You are dismissed, Bismark," spoke the booming voice of the Emperor who must have been standing, much to Leloucia's horror, at the foot of the bed.

The terrified young woman wanted to plead to the Knight of One, her mother's successor, not to abandon her in the monster's den. However, she knew it would do her no good. Bismark Waldstein had been in Charles zi Britannia's service long before he had claimed the throne. Her pitiful begging would only serve to humiliate herself further.

There was no verbal response from the man who had brought her here, only the sound of his departing footsteps. The electronic hiss of a door locking behind Bismark filled Leloucia's heart with despair now left alone with the man she has loathed for the past seven years. The mattress shifted and she had a terrible feeling that he was sitting much too close. He hadn't even laid a hand on her, but already she felt filthy and violated by his eyes alone.

"That haircut makes you look like a boy. Unbefitting for a princess…"

She flinched involuntary upon feeling his massive fingers tug at one of her shortened locks. It painfully reminded her of how proud she had once been as a princess. Not only was her mother the Emperor's favorite among all consorts, she had inherited both her mother's long ebony hair and his violet eyes. Every birthday, he would send her beautifully bejeweled hair ornaments and for the longest time the naïve Leloucia vi Britannia believed the gesture to be out of love. It was only after her mother's assassination, did the young princess realize she was just a doll that he could dispose of without a second thought.

"Like I give a damn about what pleases you," she hissed, while wincing under the blindfold when he gave her hair another harsh tug. The Emperor let loose a low chuckle of amusement; the sound was horrible.

"Funny that you should say that, Zero." With the mention of her alter-ego, his voice took a much more sinister tone, "Because you shall spend the rest of your days, 'pleasing' me."

The statement struck her like a whip and she let out a yelp as her panties were forcefully tugged down her thighs. She tried to kick, uncaring of the consequences but it was a weak attempt, easily thwarted as her leg was caught and held suspended in the air by one hand. The bound girl cringed. Her usual pale face was flushed scarlet with rage and humiliation as she was now on full display before his eyes.

"I wonder if the impudent princess behind the Black King is a virgin."

A piercing shriek tore itself free from the teenager's throat as a large gloved-finger unceremoniously forced itself deep inside her. Although the invasion was not completely foreign feeling, as she had touched herself in such a manner before; the Emperor did not possess dainty little fingers. His hands were massive - a single one could wrap around her throat and strangle the life out of her.

The large intrusion was overwhelming and Leloucia thrashed with renewed vigor. She threw herself backwards in an effort to escape, hitting the back of her skull against the bed's headboard. However, it was only when the probing digit began to wriggle inside her, did she become completely still.

"Hmm… you are. What a surprise," The Emperor spoke as if he were commenting on something mundane like the weather.

Tears of humiliation made her eyes burn beneath the dark fabric tied around her head. The soft pad of his finger continued stroking Leloucia from within, and a sudden fever came over her. For some unknown reason, she could feel herself spasm, her insides were clenching around him… and becoming very wet.

No…

'No!'

Leloucia was utterly horrified with her body for its traitorous response. There was absolutely no way she was actually getting aroused by this depravity! Not because of a man who was no more than a monster, the bane (and cause) of her existence.

"No! You bastard!" She cried as he roughly inserted another – much longer – digit in with the first.

Only two fingers, and yet the princess already felt as if she would split open. Biting down on her lower lip, Leloucia tried to think of other things and not the thick fingers of her sire; especially when they pushed deeper into her core. She tried to imagine Nunnally's sweet and innocent smile in the last conversation they had with just the two of them enjoying one another's company.

It felt so long ago, but she could visualize them sitting together outside beneath the shade of maple trees behind the student council clubhouse. Her hands were exceptionally gentle while gathering Nunnally's lovely long brown hair into pigtails. The smile Leloucia adored was on the little girl's face as she chattered happily about what had happened in class that day.

'Sister,' she could almost hear her beloved sibling's voice in her mind, filled with concern. 'Why are you moaning?'

The question felt like a slap to the face, and the image of her dear sister had disintegrated. Against her will, Leloucia was thrust back into the present where she was bound to her father's bed while his fingers raped her. Instead of sunshine, there was only darkness greeting her eyes. The hands she used to style Nunnally's soft tawny hair were restrained above her. Her nails were practically embedded into the palms, leaving a row of angry red-crescents.

Much to Leloucia's revulsion, she found herself incredibly wet. The pain of those invasive digits had settled to a mild discomfort every time they withdrew only to plunge back inside. She shuddered as they sensually stirred up unwanted pleasure where no other man had touched her before. Her liquids were trickling out now, soaking into the sheets below.

She suddenly felt the presence of his thumb press against her swollen nub causing stars to explode beneath her eyelids. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed throughout her being. Leloucia could no longer hold back her moans that sounded more horrible than the sound of one raking their nails against a black board.

"Hmph, and here I expected the 'Enemy of the Empire' to put up more of a fight."

The mask-less Zero barely heard her father's mocking voice over her own heavy breathing and rapidly beating heart. There was a new surge of anger and hatred towards the tyrant but her body would not fight and in retaliation. Instead, she continued to quiver as he withdrew his fingers and released his bruising grip from her body.

'Is he finally leaving me alone?' she couldn't help but wonder upon feeling the mattress shift as his weight departed from it.

Any hope that he would have her sent away was immediately crushed upon hearing him begin to undress. The blindfold she had cursed when it was put on, was suddenly a blessing; at least they would protect her eyes from the retinal and emotional scarring from seeing his naked body. While he leisurely took his time shedding off the royal uniform, Leloucia thought frantically of what to do next and was for onnce coming up short on ideas.

She thought of herself as a rabbit in a hunter's trap and out of desperation, wondered if her teeth were sharp enough to gnaw through her wrists. There wouldn't be enough time to actually get free, but at least she could pass out from blood loss. Then the idea came as she prayed for unconsciousness while trying to slam the back of her head against the surface behind her as hard as she could.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

The teen was overcome with dizziness for a minute but it did not cause the nausea that followed.

"You really are a pathetic little princess," the Emperor spoke as if Leloucia's efforts to give herself a concussion had greatly amused him. "Are you going to cry now? Beg me not to take your precious virginity? I might be inclined to listen if you make it worthwhile."

Although both eyes were covered, the raven-haired girl glared in his direction. Like a captured predator, she bared her teeth as a deep growl escaped from her throat. There was no doubt in Zero's mind that he was wearing the same evil leer from the throne room that had made her blood boil with wrath. A terrible sick feeling seized Leloucia by the chest at the mere thought of submitting to such a monster.

"Fuck you! I'll never be your whore!" she spat hatefully while locking her legs tightly together.

There was a pregnant pause followed by two loud blows. One was the back of the Emperor's massive hand colliding with her jaw, and the second was the back of her skull reacquainting itself with the headboard. The overall impact left Leloucia disoriented long enough for him to act. By the time the girl was even aware of the blindfold being peeled away from her right eye until it was too late.

Fingers held the lid of her now visible eye in place, and Leloucia barely had time to adjust to the light when she found herself staring up into her sire's own smoldering violet glare. Her ferocity was suddenly replaced with terror when the color of his irises shifted into a bright ethereal crimson. In the center of each eye were familiar bird-shaped symbols spreading their wings and ready to take flight.

"Ge-Geass…" she stuttered in disbelief and horror while vainly attempting to look away.

How was it that the Emperor had such a power when Clovis who had imprisoned C.C., did not? Had her accomplice and close confident willingly form a contract with Charles zi Britannia in the past? She didn't want to believe it, but the immortal had known that the garden above Area Eleven's government bureau was a replica of the one in Aries Villa – Leloucia and Nunnally's old home. Now that power that she as Zero had used in her rebellion was being turned on her once again.

"My insolent daughter," he spoke while holding her gaze captive, "I shall rewrite the past in the way I see fit."

He was going to take her memories? No! Wasn't it enough the bastard had allowed her mother to be murdered and her sister blinded and crippled from the shock? Wasn't it enough that he had thrown his daughters away like refuse at the enemy's doorstep? Wasn't it enough that he had forced Leloucia's legs apart with the intent of ravaging her?

"Charles zi Britannia engraves upon you…"

"Stop it!" she screamed when he had moved closer, crushing her flailing body into the mattress. "Are you going to rob me of everything I hold dear again?"

Of course he would. Zero already knew the answer. Her father was, after all, the twisted heart and soul of Britannia. He would never be satisfied until he could hold the entire world in the palm of his hand, and crush it.

Crimson light flashed underneath the lid of Bismark Waldstein's sealed right eye. It glowed like a beacon as he stood alone in the dark corridor outside the Emperor's quarters. Only when he was certain that his liege was out of harm's way, did he allow the light to die down. Although the girl had been restrained, she was still Zero and just one slip of the blindfold could have been devastating. Now that the danger had past, the Knight of One permitted himself to leave.

With each departing step he found himself overcome with sickness. He did his best to hide the disgust when he saw the hungry predatory look Charles zi Britannia wore on his face as he left the bed room. Self-hatred welled within him for being so powerless even though he was the Knight of One. Bismark knew that had it been any other girl, he could have shrugged the guilt aside and passed it off as duty towards the crown. However, the girl had been a princess of Britannia…and her daughter.

Leloucia vi Britannia

Like all the others of the court, he believed that she and her younger sister had perished during the invasion of Japan. Bismark should have known that Lady Marianne's children would not have died so easily. Leloucia had risen from the grave; reborn as the Demon King who had claimed the lives of Prince Clovis, Princess Euphemia, along with countless soldiers and civilians. As an enemy of Britannia, he should detest her. She was a threat, a nuisance, and with time could have become a major thorn in the Empire's side.

"Lord Bismark."

The Knight of One came to stop as he half-turned to face the individual who had called out to him. A pink-haired teenage girl, garbed in a magenta cloak with gold trim, stood staring back at him from the other end of the hallway. It was unnerving sometimes, how he failed to detect her presence. Perhaps it was because she wasn't tinkering around with that electronic diary of hers.

"What is it Anya?" he asked wearily of the approaching Knight of Six, Lady Anya Alstreim.

"An update from Area Eleven," she reported tonelessly. "Prince Schneizel has taken control of the Tokyo Settlement and most of the rebel forces have been taken into custody."

He nodded in acknowledgment, not surprised in the least. The Emperor had already come to the conclusion that without Zero, the rabble would have no hope for victory. Still, it was impressive that the guerilla army who called themselves the 'Order of the Black Knights' had manage to achieve so much in less than year; but their time was now up.

"His majesty wishes for the Prime Minister to return to the homeland, a new viceroy has been selected to take over Princess Cornelia's position."

"Understood..." But apparently there was more when she did not leave, "Prince Odysseus requests communication with his majesty regarding the Chinese Federation."

Bismark's lower lip curled into a frown. He knew his lord would be greatly displeased if he was interrupted now of all times. Charles zi Britannia viewed war as a mundane matter for his subordinates (his children mainly) to handle. Inwardly he sighed, his thoughts eagerly straying away from the former Eleventh Princess.

"The Emperor has expressed that he not be disturbed tonight," Bismark gestured to the sealed bedroom door that was inaccessible even for the Knights of the Round. "I will give council to the first prince in his stead."

"Understood."

With that he strode past the younger Round, expecting her to follow his lead. However, Anya did not budge. Had Bismark turned, he would have notice her youthful pink eyes encircled by bright red rings. The normally expressionless Knight of Six's gaze was fixated on the inaccessible door with a slight frown. The rings vanished a moment later, leaving the young girl confused as to how the Knight of One made it to the other end of the corridor so quickly.

Leloucia blinked and stared at the twin violet eyes reflected back at her from the large floor standing antique mirror in the room. In the past, with just a thought she could make the left eye shift colors and force even the most stubborn individual to her will. Now, the Power of the King that C.C. had bestowed upon her back in Shinjuku was gone.

'Good riddance,' she thought bitterly. Geass was a double-edged sword after all, one that not only threw the lives of her enemies in turmoil, but her friend's and family's as well. Shirley and Suzaku's loss, Euphemia's life; Leloucia could have lived with those consequences… but not Nunnally's rejection.

'No! Don't leave me behind!' she had cried out to her sister's retreating wheelchair bound form as she was pushed away by Suzaku.

Surely her little sister would have understood her intentions. Leloucia had walked through hell – a wasteland of Japanese corpses – while carrying the crippled princess on her back. For Nunally, she had become Zero and allowed her once pristine hands to be permanently stained with blood. For her, she had tried to destroy Britannia.

'I did it all for you, Nunnally!'

She would never forget the look on the younger girl's face.

'You're a monster, Leloucia! I hate you!'

No more would Nunnally smile lovingly back at her. No longer would she be able to face Nunnally, her full-blooded sibling whom she loved more than life itself. Zero would be locked away forever, and no more would she be able to sit next to Nunnally and style her hair, or help tutor her in her lessons. Those last three parting words had shattered her world and made it meaningless.

'But I did it all for you!'

Upon feeling the third finger forcing its way up into her folds and, Leloucia released a loud moan while arching her body up higher. The fingers moved within her eagerly submerging themselves within her tight heat. Violet eyes continued to stare straight ahead, as the princess was forced to witness her body's shameful display.

After sitting Leloucia in his lap, her tormentor had purposely taken off the blindfold so she could see everything. If possible, her cheeks became an even darker shade of scarlet. Pale long legs were parted widely exposing her sex which was being desecrated by three long digits, each one dripping with her pre-cum. One hand was fondling her breasts, tormenting each nipple into a stiff peak.

The Emperor's form was clearly visible and, like her own, very naked. It was inconceivable that a man in his early sixties possessed such a solid muscular physique that towered over all his subjects. In combination with his authority over the super power that ruled most of the world, his physical form could be seen as alluring to the female masses. Leloucia, however, was not one of these desperate and blind individuals. All she could see in this man was the filthy, cruel, cold-hearted beast Charles zi Britannia truly was. Mentally, his touch was vile and disgusting and she loathed him to the core for violating her this way.

Physically, however, it was an entirely different story. The teenager had never experienced this type of stimulation before, having been too busy leading a rebellion. Now, it felt as if she was being cheated out of something precious. The pleasure was overwhelming and her desire was almost painful now, the ache deep in her pelvis reaching fever pitch.

Leloucia tilted her head back and wailed in despair as those skilled fingers ceased and withdrew, right when they had nearly driven her over the brink of madness. So close, she had been so close to nirvana. Panting heavily, she turned to glare at him with murderous intent.

The older man stared back down at her with an impassive look on his arrogant face. Then the corners of his mouth twitched upwards into an amused smirk. She shuddered when his wet fingers began to trace her lips, smearing her own liquids on them.

"Take my cock into this pretty little mouth of yours, and suck," he ordered without blinking an eye.

"No."

It was strange. She didn't even recognize the croak that her voice had become. Raising an eyebrow, he cruelly grabbed a fist-full of dark hair before pulling her head up.

"Are you sure you wish to disobey me?" he queried before releasing his hold. "Remember our agreement, girl. I'll send you to some prison cell in this state, dripping your juices all over the floor, and then fetch your more obedient little sister."

Tears gathered at the corner of those feminine violet eyes. Zero knew he wasn't bluffing. Even if her sister claimed to have hated her, the feeling was far from mutual. It stung like a gaping knife wound that Nunnally despised her but there was no way she would ever tolerate this bastard man-handling the innocent little girl. The Emperor had already taken her eyes and legs and Leloucia wouldn't let him have anything else that belonged to her precious sibling.

Slowly, she climbed off, stepping onto the floor, before turning to face him. The Emperor didn't wait for her to respond, merely spread his legs wider apart. Displaying everything that would haunt Leloucia for the rest of her miserable existence. Resigning herself to her fate, she stepped forward and kneeled down until she was at eye level with his crotch.

Immediately, the teenage girl was overcome with nausea. She knew what a penis looked like from her classes, and those 'yaoi' comic books Milly liked to share with the rest of the Student Council (even when Rivalz was present). However, none of the pictures quite resembled the monstrosity that was jutting out at her. There was no way that would fit inside anyone's mouth without dislocating their jaw.

Looking back up, her eyes silently implored the man the twitching erection belonged to, to be spared from this punishment. He responded with a scowl that clearly said: get to it or else. The image of Nunnally's smile suddenly came to mind, and she had no choice but to submit.

Slowly, she parted her lips and inclined her head forward, allowing the tip of the appendage to enter. The Emperor took a hold of her hair again, but this time with faux-affection. Taking the rest of him required extreme caution because first, she didn't want to throw up (yet) and second, he would probably maim her if she bit down even by accident.

Moving at an agonizingly slowly pace, Leloucia felt her mouth crammed full with every centimeter of him until she could go no further. Breathing deeply through her nose, she reached out and grasped his knees for support while trying not to gag. Tears dripped down bloated cheeks as she inwardly struggled to get used to the girth lodged in her mouth.

"Good," the Emperor commented without so much a waver in his tone. "Now suck while moving your head back and forth. Be mindful of your teeth."

'Tyrant!' she would have screamed at him if her mouth wasn't currently occupied.

She grudgingly obeyed his orders, with the feeble hope he wouldn't demand anything more tonight. The only way Leloucia could accomplish that, though, was if she exhausted him. It would be impossible for her of course; seeing as he had yet to break a sweat while her own body was already damp all over. The former student lacked stamina and had never bothered to improve in all those physical education classes she hadn't skipped.

"Very good…you have an unnatural talent for this."

Oh, how he was tempting her to bite down. The punishment would be severe, but at least he wouldn't be able to sire another heir. Her rage was short lasting though, as yet another wave of nausea came and went as he purred lowly in satisfaction each time she moved her head up and down while sucking. Slowly but surely, she could feel him, thickening up, becoming even harder.

"Enough," he ordered, his voice sounded slightly strained and heavy with arousal, "lay back down on the bed."

Although she was eager to spit him out, Leloucia knew full well what he intended to do next, and already her body was trembling at the very idea. She leaned back, freeing her mouth at last. Instead of throwing up, the young girl couldn't help but stare at his rigid cock with trepidation. It was massive. There was no way it would fit! He would kill her, split her open from the inside…

"Now, girl!" he growled lowly.

Unconsciously, her legs – though wobbly – complied and she found herself lying back down on the oversized bed wishing it would swallow her whole. Taking deep breaths, frightened purple-eyes sought out anything inside the room to focus on so that they would not have to look at him. High above the bed hung a chandelier that she eagerly fixated her attention on. It was beautiful, ornate, made in the renaissance-style, and fit for a ruler's bedroom. Leloucia attempted to count each arm but her view was suddenly obscured by her father's towering body that made everything else seem smaller and insignificant.

Zero attempted to glare back at him, to show that she wasn't intimidated but she doubted that he was fooled. In reality the young princess felt like a wounded gazelle ready to be pounced on by a hungry lion. If her agonized scream somehow penetrated through the sound-proof walls, no one would come to her aid. No one would care that she was being raped by her own father.

Not her relatives among the royal family.

Not the friend who sold her out.

Not the little sister who now loathed her.

'You're a monster, Leloucia! I hate you!'

She envisioned an ocean of blood. An ocean of vivid red that comprised of the thousands of innocent Japanese civilians who had attended the SAZ for the hope of a better life that Princess Euphemia and Zero offered. Leloucia could hear them all over her rapidly beating heart; the sea of voices that belonged to many individuals she knew – Clovis, Suzaku, Euphemia, Shirley, Kallen, Nunally - were all being merged into one.

Monster!

Murderer!

Liar!

Whore…

She blinked. The last was a single, modulated voice that belonged to one whom she knew better than anyone else. Zero, the Knight of Justice she had created to bring Britannia to its knees, stood before her disgraced form. Though she couldn't see the face beneath that expressionless mask, Leloucia could feel disgust radiating out from beneath it. Her own frightened face reflecting back at her, she reached out in vain, needing Zero now more than ever; but the mask-crusader whipped around and walked away.

'No! You can't forsake me as well! I am you!'

Her alter-ego did not respond, silently increasing the distance between them.

'Zero!'

The phantom was gone now, leaving her as alone and defenseless as the powerless girl she had been back at Shinjuku lying before several armed soldiers. She had no subordinates to command. No god-like power to wield. The only thing she had left to offer her father was what he was already taking.

Stars exploded before her eyes as she squeezed them shut, letting lose a scream as the man she hated most in the world began to push his way inside her body. Leloucia had expected the pain but nothing this excruciating. Even with her eyes closed, she could still see him desecrating her with every torturous inch of his girth. How much more was there left to go? Was she bleeding? When would it stop?

'How could mother have stood this?'

Mother… mother…

A terrible revelation suddenly crossed her mind. Was the Emperor doing this because she looked like her? No, that couldn't be. If he had truly loved his wife, he would have used his vast resources to avenge her murder. Or at least have given a damn rather than banishing both his young daughters. Her blood began to simmer again, and the terrified princess found the courage to at least open her eyes.

Through the haze of pain, she could make out his features and she glared up at him while sucking in breaths through her clenched teeth. Desperate hands clawed at the bedding, grasping onto the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white. The Emperor paused in his conquest, one eyebrow arched in an arrogant, but quizzical, expression. For a long minute, father and daughter stared at one another in a silent challenge.

Finally, a wide predatory grin spread across the older man's face before he drove forward.

Surrounded by darkness, Nunnally awoke from her nightmare with a shriek. The blind little girl took sharp breaths of anxiety while burying her face into shaking hands. Bitters tears found their way out between her fingers as she began to sob.

'Big sister… big sister… why aren't you here?'

Her body stiffened upon feeling a comforting touch upon her shoulders and at first she shied away from it. The peaceful existence she shared wither her older sister had been taken from her yet again. First it was the assassination of their mother leading to their exile, then the invasion of Japan when they hat to constantly look over their shoulders, and now the aftermath of the Black Rebellion.

"I…Is it true, big brother?" she asked fearfully. "That Zero… has been executed?"

Kneeling at her bedside, Schneizel made an attempt to clean her stricken tear-streaked face even as his own remained impassive. Cold lavender eyes softened before he gathered her frail form closer to his chest.

"It is true," he answered and immediately felt her small fingers clawing into him, "the news came directly from Pendragon. Leloucia is dead."

Author's Note:

Okay, found myself writing his after reading some Reflection doujins at the beginning of February while I was trying to update Higanbana and Of Gods and Kings. I am sorry I mentally scarred you all for life with the Charles x Leloucia scene… and there's more to come (if it helps, try and think of younger Charles from that flashback in R2).