Chapter 3: The Orange Wedding

Cornelia sighed to herself. It was almost afternoon and Lelouch still had not come out of his room yet. She knew exactly what he had been up to. He spent most of his time doing that than actually performing his duties as viceroy of the Elevens. To his credit, his strategic prowess had not dimmed in the slightest even as a governor, and whenever he made a move, his decisions were enough to carry the day. But she wished he would be better at playing the part.

She opened the door. She wasn’t surprised. She found Lelouch sitting on his favorite chair in his royal robes, with Kallen and Milly both tit fucking him. It had been a month since he took the second one. The guards and everyone else had usually heard the both of them going at it, and last night he had taken nipple clamps and a lot of lube. Apparently none of the guards posted here got a wink, not with how loud they were being.

His position was so that he was sitting back against the wall facing where she currently was, really looking the part of a royal. He was so blissed out that he apparently didn’t even hear her come in, or had chosen to ignore her anyway. His head was leaned back, his eyes closed, just happily sighing from the two ladies’ wonderful treatment.

Cornelia looked at the both of them. They were totally naked with proof of their nocturnal rituals marked all over their bodies. Kallen’s butt was red all over and Milly’s nipples looked like they had been chewed up. But neither of them showed any discomfort or recognition of Cornelia either. For all she knew, her wayward brother could have told the both of them to treat her with as much contempt as he did.

At least he’s not doing it with any dirty Elevens, she thought to herself. To her credit she still didn’t know of Kallen’s half Japanese lineage. But she didn’t know what was worse, that her upstart brother was rewarded for his treachery with such a proud position and he spends most of his days engaged in this kind of activity for most of the day, or that such proud Britannians would be reduced to this. And then there was that he was late for a most important date.

“Lelouch...” Cornelia said.

He just barely looked up at her then closed his eyes again and melted into the sweet feeling of those double pairs of tits and mouths working his cock. Cornelia might as well have not been there. Losing her patience with him, she snapped.

“Prince Lelouch vi Britannia! Your wedding is a half hour away and you are not even dressed for the occasion! If you do not make up and go, you will be late and you as the viceroy of the Elevens will be the laughingstock of the empire!”

“Oh that.” He stretched out in total ease, holding up his arms and kicking back, slumping further in this makeshift throne. The two girls were just as nonchalant, Milly was blowing his shaft while Kallen was gagging on his balls. He looked down and lovingly stroked their heads. Neither of them stopped what they were doing but they looked up at him. “Share with each other,” he said before he sharply grunted, clearly at the end of his limits. Kallen felt his balls almost blow up in her mouth, but it was nothing compared to the intensity of his cock blowing up in Milly’s mouth. She had been happily sucking him off today and doing other things with him many days before after he was good to his word and actually reinstated her family’s noble name.

But as much as as Milly had grown used to deepthroating the prince, the nut that had just erupted into her mouth had been one of his strongest. It almost knocked her head back from the strong blast of cum that seared into her mouth. But she was resolute in finishing her task and swallowed all of it as best she could.

When Lelouch was done cumming, she took his cock out of her mouth. He was so spent that it slipped right out. Even when she was eating cum, she still did one hell of a job in sucking dick, it was clean and shining with her spit. Kallen remembered his command and started kissing Milly. Both girls were swapping spit and cum in a particularly nasty makeout.

Cornelia looked away from it all. “Will you please hurry up!” she said hoarsely.

“I’ll be there just in time. Just let me take a shower. I was up all night with these two and as you can see, they’ve still kept my attention the whole time.” Cornelia watched as he stood up, his dick still hanging out from his robes. He had just climaxed, but that thing would be rising up to attention very soon. His two lovers rose up with him. He smiled and said, “It wouldn’t be appropriate for a prince to show up at his wedding all dirty and grungy now would he?”

Cornelia was about to say something but then he was off into the washroom and shut the door behind. Soon the shower turned on and amidst the raining water, all she could hear was the giggling and moaning of his two lovers with him grunting like a beast. She sighed wearily. Clovis wasn’t the best viceroy, maybe a figurehead at best, but at least he wasn’t like this. The only other man of her family she knew like was her father. And from his underground activities to his current behavior, Lelouch was shaping up to be a fine successor to the old man he hated so dearly.
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Lelouch had been twenty minutes late. The people in charge were so frustrated that the wedding was almost called off, and contrary to punishing them, Cornelia was all too ready to encourage that decision. But he arrived with Kallen and Milly in tow. Both of their arms were curled around his, each one of them walking side by side with him.

All three of them were nicely cleaned and in fresh clothes. Everyone there could tell from the way they were holding him and knowing who this wedding was for of the relationship between these three. But with how pristine and neat they were, nobody would have guessed the three of them had been fucking each other righteously the whole morning and most of noontime too. Although more than a few would hazard a guess that him being with the both of them was exactly why he was so late.

They were all dressed to impress too. Lelouch was wearing a white tuxedo of the highest quality, the kind of thing Suzaku even in his new role as a Britannian dog and living the high life at parties could only dream of wearing. The two ladies were far less modest, Kallen was wearing a sleeveless wedding dress white which accentuated her formidable rack and a short skirt clouded in a shimmering veil which ran to her ankles, while Milly was a little more open, a fine white dress which didn’t look appropriate for weddings, but more for ball gatherings, the top being a little thing which opened up to her reveal her stomach and two long straps that barely covered up her jawdropping hooters, along with a long skirt which opened up from both sides, teasing and tantalizing everyone there with the sight of her long legs. Lelouch was proud with these two vixens at his side, and smiled to himself knowing he was the envy of everyone there.

The food and refreshments prepared were of high quality too. The top stuff imported from all over the world, from the food to the wine. But everything there involved a little bit of orange. Orange side dishes, slices of orange on the wine glasses, and fine orange cuisine for the main course. Even orange cake for dessert. Lelouch had requested the choice of orange himself. He didn’t know why, wasn’t really partial to it himself, but he really wanted everyone to have some oranges.

The identity of the new viceroy had until that point been kept as a secret from the whole of society. Jeremiah Gottwald was assigned the honor of officiating the wedding, but as soon as he learned the main dish was oranges, he was fuming. He resigned himself to staying out of loyalty to the crown, but deep down in places he hid even from himself due to his knightly honor, he had a mind to clock this new viceroy in his skull for mocking him like that. But when he saw that the new viceroy was Lelouch, he quickly forgot that anger, all too happy to see the prince he thought he had failed so long ago was still alive. So too was it a shock to the rest of the partygoers to see that the long thought dead Prince Lelouch had returned.

Lelouch boldly strode up with the altar with neither of his two lovers faltering in their step an instant. They wanted this one just as much as he did. Gottwald gulped at the sight of Lelouch looking so casually at him.

“My ... my prince, I...”

“Yes?” Lelouch said, honestly confused. He paused for a moment than said, “Do you not like oranges?” That sentence came out as far more mocking than he intended, but he had asked it in all honesty.

“Nothing.” He went through the formal speeches, thanking Lelouch for coming there, and making references to the past fathers of the Britannian Empire and to Charles himself, before saying that it was his honor to stand at Lelouch’s wedding and at such a young age too. By the end of it, he was actually weeping from joy. He had come here feeling angry and ashamed but now he never felt so proud before. “Do you, Lelouch vi Britannia, take this woman Kallen Stadtfelt as your wife?”

He looked at her. She was looking away and had a bashful smile on her face. “I do.”

“Do you, Lelouch vi Britannia, take this woman Milly Ashford as your wife?” He looked at her. She was beaming at him with sheer happiness. “I do.”

“Then by decree of the Holy Britannia Empire, I Jeremiah Gottwald, pronounce these two women as your glorious wives and princesses to your cause!”

Lelouch was more than happy to celebrate. He kissed Kallen first, she was the doll that had been waiting for him as soon as he was assigned to his new position. He held her close, and she shyly returned his embrace, holding his shoulders while he shamelessly fondled her legs so exposed before him in that short skirt, they really did look like they were in love. The audience was already clapping.

He had no care if people were watching them. His tongue had slipped into her mouth and his greedy hands were feeling all over her so exposed in that little dress. Her legs were amazing, and he reached up under her skirt to feel those legs. She made no effort to resist him and clung to him closer.

He pulled back. He licked his lips, he had one hell of a boner in his pants, and his hands were fondling under her skirt to wet pussy. But as much as he had enjoyed that one, he had two princesses to consummate his love with today.

He turned his head to look at Milly. Kallen was gorgeous, nobody would in a million years she had formerly been one of his resistance fighters. But Milly had that rare bombshell beauty that you’d look at and feel like a king if she so much as smiled at you. Even after having her multiple times, he was far from bored with her, and he wanted everyone here to know that she was his.

He was far more open with this kiss, and she was all too happy to reciprocate, the two of them nastily mashing their tongues all over each other. He grabbed her tits which were practically naked before him and fondled all over them the whole time. He roughly caressed the sheer volume of her hooters, pinching and rubbing those hard nipples on his palms. She moved one of her legs on the tent in his pants while they were going at it.