Cornelia vi Britannia Chapter 2 - Conquest behind closed doors (Patreon)

The sun was setting over Britannia's capital city, and Cornelia vi Britannia was inside her chambers. However, not by her own volition.

The purple haired royal had been bound, gagged and tethered to her own bed to keep her from rolling off of it. This had been her brother Schneizel's doing, to keep her from forming an expedition to crush the rebels in Area 11. However what bothered her even more than having been restrained and confined in her room was the fact that her most loyal knight, Guilford, had joined her older brother in this plot.

Cornelia had been struggling fruitlessly for hours on end already, and by now night had fallen.

But despite the late hours and her exertions, the purple haired damsel was far from tired. In fact, her body kept getting hotter and hotter as time went on. No doubt the tight ropes were to blame for this, a fact which disturbed the Britannian princess since she didn't want to enjoy this at all.

Cornelia was slowly but surely going insane. Being completely unable to grasp control of the situation was something she hardly ever experienced, and it was definitely something she didn’t want to get used to. However her body clearly felt differently about that, despite the swordswoman trying to order it not to. 

Aaargh! These bindings are preposterous! what was Guilford thinking, tying a rope down there?! Cornelia thought frustrated.

…How long have I been like this? The bound and gagged princess mentally asked herself. It's been so long already, and it's still not morning! I want out, damn it!

Even after hours of rolling around on her bed and analyzing every single rope and knot, the purple haired woman still saw no way to escape her precarious situation: Despite many attempts at wriggling out of her ropes, not a single knot had budged and the gag was still as effective as ever too. And to add insult to injury, Guilford had also tethered her to the bed so the purple haired princess was confined to just her bed rather than her lofty chambers.

Having lost patience for the umpteenth time, the bound and gagged princess was contemplating another shot at thrashing around and squirming herself to freedom, when all of a sudden she heard the door to her chambers open.

Hearing this startled and excited Cornelia at the same time.

What's that? She thought. Is Euphie back earlier than expected?

Cornelia began screaming through her gag to attract her sister's attention so she would find her all the more quickly.

But it wasn't her sister who had opened the door… The person who stepped into the purple haired woman's view was none other than Guilford, the man who had had a hand into getting Cornelia in this predicament in the first place!

The first reaction of the purple haired princess was to give her treacherous knight a foul stare. But then she suddenly realized something that helped her make sense of this whole horrible episode:

Guilford must have been playing along the entire time because he couldn't directly disobey Schneizel! After all, her brother was royalty just like her, and Guilford was a knight bound by honor to serve the Britannia bloodline.

But now that her older brother was gone, he could return to being her loyal knight and untie her!

"I'm sorry lady Cornelia." Guilford began after closing the doors again. "I know I have said that several times already, but I feel I cannot repeat it enough." The dark haired man continued as he walked in front of her.

"O e oree, I un-e-and ow y oo id is. Ow uny ee icky! (Don't be sorry, I understand now why you did this. Now untie me quickly!)" The purple haired woman responded relieved.

"Untie you?" The bespectacled men asked confused. "If that is what you think I'm here to do, then I'm afraid you do not yet understand why I did this, Lady Cornelia."

Now the Britannian princess was the one confused. He's not here to untie me? Then what is his business with me?

The dark haired knight soon explained: "The reason I agreed to Lord Schneizel's plan, the reason I'm in your chambers again, and the reason I'm apologizing so profusely, is that I wanted to have control over you once, just once." 

Guilford then let out a soft sigh before continuing: "But I had honestly planned to never walk in here after you were helpless. I was going to overpower you acting under Schneizel’s orders, but for my own gratification. However I swore to myself that afterwards I would leave you to be rescued by Lady Euphemia… But sadly I gravely overestimated my own willpower, I cannot control my feelings anymore, the temptation is too great… And that, my Lady, is why I am apologizing. Not for what I did to you some hours ago, but for what I'm about to do right now."

Hearing this, the purple haired woman's eyes widened. She couldn’t be certain of what her normally so loyal knight was planning, but if he felt the need to apologize this badly, it couldn’t be good…

The bound and gagged princess began struggling wildly in an effort to get away, straining her body and the ropes holding it as much as she could, but this turned out to be just as useless as her previous escape attempts.

As Cornelia thrashed around on the bed aimlessly, Guilford neared and untied the rope tethering her to the bed. He then rolled the beautiful swordswoman onto her back and looked her deep in the eyes.

What Guilford saw mostly in the deep indigo eyes of his lady was anger and contempt, but a slight hint of panic could be detected as well. This in turn made the dark haired knight feel even more guilty. But it was far too late to turn back by now. He could no longer control himself, his desires were raging far too fiercely for that.

Guilford started out by unbuttoning Cornelia's dress, of course under loud but muffled protest of the princess. She tried to roll out from under Guilford in an effort to halt him from revealing her underwear, but the ropes didn't leave her with enough freedom to make any real movement.

Besides, even if she were to distance herself from her traitorous knight, what then? She had no way of getting away, not with her arms and legs restrained so tightly.

So despite her best efforts, Guilford eventually managed to open up Cornelia’s jacket and unzip her trousers, laying bare the princess’ jet black lacy bra and panties, which were surprisingly feminine for a woman so at home on the battlefield.

After taking a moment admiring Cornelia's gorgeous body (and the bright red blush on her cheeks), Guilford started fondling her sizeable chest. 

Though the purple haired princess tried to resist, she was losing willpower fast. Her body rapidly became hornier and hornier, courtesy of the tight ropes pressing down on her intimate areas all night, making them more and more sensitive as time went on. The bespectacled knight had barely touched his lady's rack, but her nipples came up straight away (and began poking through her bra). In response, he gently rubbed his thumbs over Cornelia's erect nipples.

Cornelia was trying fervently to regain dominion over her body and to resist Guilford's actions, but sadly it was acting just as disobedient as the knight groping it. The purple haired woman could feel she was heating up, her breathing and pulse quickening as ever inch of her body heartily welcomed Guilford's hands.

Try as she might, Cornelia's mind eventually gave in. Her body enjoyed the entire experience so badly she no longer had the strength to fight those feelings, feelings she'd never felt before. It was then the oldest princess of the Britannia line realized just how much she’d starved her body of attention all these years, and how much she’d needed it.

The purple haired princess was suddenly overcome by a sense of happiness and excitement, slightly similar to the satisfaction she always felt after a victorious battle. But at the same time those two feelings were miles apart from each other: this one stemmed from a far more gentle and feminine part of her psyche, one she’d suppressed for far too long. 

By now the beautiful princess started enjoying Guilford's efforts so much, she had difficulty deciding which was better: standing victorious on the battlefield as she usually was, or being in a helpless and submissive predicament like this…

All she knew right now was that since she'd stopped fighting the feelings her dark haired knight was evoking, her body had instantly kicked things into an even higher gear. The battle hardened princess was by now twitching and pulling on her bindings and letting out soft groans as her body involuntarily began to tremble in anticipation of what else Guilford had in store for her. 

But, this squirming and moaning of his captive made Guilford hesitant to go on, and he stopped his movements for a moment. Instead of reading his Lady’s reactions for the pleasurable responses they were, he assumed Cornelia was still fighting to get away from his frisky hands. This made the tall knight become overcome with guilt, and he began to doubt himself and his desires again.

What am I doing? This is my princess and my commander as well!! I cannot treat her like this! As a knight, I should've ignored my personal feelings… What have I done?!!

Guilford's sudden halt confused Cornelia, and she could feel her body was still demanding for more. It was asking for it so badly in fact, her mind could no longer keep up the resistance. Instead, she gave into her urges:

"Ui-or, at ee-in oo? Oo on. (Guilford, what's keeping you? Go on.)"

"What?" Guilford asked confused. The bespectacled knight assumed he must've misunderstood his princess because of the gag, because what he had heard couldn't be right!

The dark haired man therefore took the ball gag out of Cornelia’s mouth, thereby risking discovery from his princess opening her lungs to call for help. But the loyal knight had to know for sure what it was his Lady had just said… Imagine if he had heard correctly…

"What did you say, Mylady?" Guilford asked after he had pulled the rubber ball out of Cornelia's mouth.

"I asked what made you stop." The purple haired woman said, now with a slight blush on her cheeks. 

It was truly strange. Cornelia didn't quite understand herself why she was asking her treacherous knight to continue his work. Logic would dictate that the only feelings burning inside of her should've been hate and anger, seeing what this lowly knight was doing to the princess he had sworn to protect… But though she could indeed feel something burning inside of her, it most definitely wasn't anger or hate. It was something far more primal, something that felt far better...

And thought this feeling confused her terribly, the only thing she knew for sure right now was that she couldn't bear this standstill for even a second longer. She wanted liberation, and she wasn't talking about the ropes.

But the dark haired man just stared at his princess, unable to process her question. Why did I stop? Could it be she is enjoying herself as well!? But she couldn’t, she shouldn't! We both know of the difference in standing, not to mention my disrespect towards her for tying her up… Why is she not demanding to be released??

The more the tall and dark haired man thought about this situation, the less sense it made to him.

Seeing her knight was not yet spurred into action, Cornelia added: "I'm asking again: Why are you just standing there right now, when moments ago you were all over me?! When you start something like this, you must damn well finish it!! So go on already and see through your resolve, as a knight of Britannia should!!"

Guilford’s eyes shot wide open. Finish it? She wants me to go on, to keep going on these primal urges? 

The dark haired knight couldn’t help but curl his lips into an ever so slight smile as the meaning of his princess’ words finally sank in. 

If my Lady herself is asking this of me, than I no longer have any reason to fight these feelings. As she said: I must follow through with my resolve, regardless of the consequences! That is, and will always be, how a knight of Britannia should act.

Spurred on by his Lady's encouragement, Guilford began holding his beloved princess again. However this time he was fondling her far more vigorously, no longer inhibited by any doubts. Whilst firmly grasping Cornelia's breasts, he also slipped his right hand down Cornelia's panties so he could rub her sweet spot as well.

The first contact of the bespectacled knight on and inside of Cornelia’s pussy felt absolutely divine to her, and was greeted by a huge groan of the purple haired princess. 

"Aaaahhh. Y-yes Guilford, do not fear. If you want something, you take it! that's the Britannian way. You've come this far already, now follow through or I will never forgive you!"

Cornelia had said it before she even realized it. All of her reservations and will to resist had completely disappeared with her basking in the joyous feel of Guilford’s work. The purple haired woman was enjoying the experience so much by now, she hardly wanted to see it end.

But it would end, and soon. Because the more Guilford increased his efforts, the faster Cornelia could feel her orgasm approaching. A feeling unlike anything she’d ever experienced, even during the most energetic of battles, was filling her entire body. This sensation started down at the very core of her womanhood, and slowly seeped throughout and into the very ends of her by now trembling limbs.

Far sooner than to Cornelia’s liking, her entire body gave way to a shuddering orgasm as she could no longer withstand the caressing, massaging and fingering of her number one knight. Guilford in turn had begun breathing quite heavily as well, filled with an ecstatic feeling as he saw his lady visibly enjoying his hands on her body. 

After Cornelia had come, he continued gently rubbing her breasts and nipples as he withdrew his hand from her lovebox.

Finally, Guilford stopped touching the bound princess altogether, leaving her the freedom to recover fully after what undoubtedly been a night full of revelations and life altering experiences.

But as he sat there across from Cornelia, gazing at the still helplessly bound princess, a feeling of utter desperation suddenly befell the tall dark haired knight. Sure, his initial moves had been driven by sheer primal desire, the likes of which Britannian logic said they should be fully accepted and forged into a blade to slay one’s enemies…

And when he had briefly lost that drive of his, it may have been Cornelia herself who spurred him on again… But none of that mattered. The simple fact of the matter was: He, a knight of Britannia, had broken his oath to protect and most of all honour all members of its royal family.

What have I done? Guilford thought panicked. I have utterly humiliated the one person I swore to protect above all others! What I have done here is nothing less than violate my princess, and I’ve used the orders of a fellow royal family member as an excuse, thereby incriminating him as well! ... Lady Cornelia, how low have I fallen?!

The bespectacled knight’s breathing was now almost as heavy as that of his princess, and his entire being was filled with nothing but remorse. The euphoria of the moment had taken control of him, driving him to do things no knight should ever even contemplate, let alone act out.

And worst of all was, these were deeds he could never take back, nor rectify…

All the black haired knight had left to say were yet more words of apology, in his eyes nothing but the hollow look of a man who had lost control:

"Lady Cornelia, I am truly sorry for my actions. I must admit that when Lord Schneizel approached me, I knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for me to finally get to see a different side of you… But I honestly never expected to be unable to keep myself in check to this extend.”

Guilford then took another deep breath as he tried to calm himself down a little bit more. “As I already said, I am willing to undergo whatever punishment you sees fit. Just say-"

"That'll do, Guilford." Cornelia interrupted her knight's speech, or rather apology. "I will not reprimand you, nor will I make public what you did."

These words were not what the knight had expected, in fact they were just about the last thing he had thought he would hear. He knelt beside the bed and lowered his head as he said: “L-Lady Cornelia. You are too kind. I truly do not-"

"I wasn't finished." The purple haired woman interrupted her knight again. "I will not make you answer for your actions this time, IF you perform equally admirably, next time."

Next time?! Guilford thought shocked and he looked up. 

And to his shock, instead of being met with a cold stare or even a look of blind rage on, he was greeted by a kind smile, and two endearingly red cheeks on the purple haired princess’ face.

Guilford bowed his head again, failing to suppress a grin going from ear to ear. “Your wish is my command, my Lady.”