Turn 6.3 Canon Omake "One night in CC."
Most people would not enjoy pissing off someone like Lelouch. They'd be too terrified of his retaliation.
Or too intimidated to even attempt it.
Peasants. I snort to myself.
Granted, he wasn't this much fun before C's World did whatever it did. But now? He's someone who appreciates people that have the guts to stand up to him.
I'm actually giddy at this. I've deliberately been egging him on today so he'll be in the mood to be rougher.
Lelouch, contrary to his reputation as the ice prince, is a total sweetheart. He's been letting me set the pace, particularly in bed.
I do appreciate it, but sometimes a girl wants the caveman treatment.
And if he's abit rough? I know he won't really hurt me, so it'll be a good chance for us to cut loose.
Besides, it's quite obvious that we've both been wanting to smack the other around.
Ouuu. Slapping his face as I ride him. That sounds quite fun. Hahahahaha.
And here he is. I'm lounging in a chair, only clad in panties and one of his shirts. One leg crossed over the other.
Lewd, but tasteful.
"You really are a vicious little bitch, aren't you?" He says as he pulls his jacket off.
From some men, this would be an insult. From Lelouch Vi Britannia? It's an expression of ardor. Easily discernable by his eyes, his smile, and the nice fat bulge in his pants.
Mama likes.
"Coming from a sadistic little bastard like you? I'd say you were enthralled by my charms." I say as I rest one arm on the side of the chair and lean into it gracefully.
Ouu yes. He's definitely taking the lead tonight.
He gently but firmly hauls me to my feet.
"Just so you know, you asked for it." He says as he pins my arms to the side and kisses me. But less the tender kiss of a lover, and more the rough and primitive kiss of a man filled with lust.
I lick along the inside of his mouth, then gasp as he tweaks a nipple. His lip biting my own gently.
Well well. The boy has fangs.
I scratch along his arm, marring the pale flesh with thin lines.
He pulls my hair, holding my head back as he licks, then bites my neck, nipping at my throat.
I purr as I squeeze the crotch of his oh so tight slacks.
"Someone has been a bad girl." He whispers.
I'm suddenly spun around as he holds me from behind. His hands slipping inside the shirt to lightly claw at my breasts.
He grinds into me, the front of my panties getting wet from his teasing.
Gah! Is he pulling my panties up?! That little shit!
I gasp at the sensation as he sits down, putting me on his leg as he pulls the fabric upward, cameltoeing my slit.
"You put me through a lot today. I can't you go..." He whispers before licking my earlobe slowly. "Without paying you back twofold."
I turn around, cheeks flushed. He might be directing tonight, but I'm going to make him work for it. I smack his smug face, then kiss him, holding both cheeks.
"That was for yelling at me on the phone." I say sultrily.
He chuckles, then smacks me back before licking the place where he hit my cheek. "I bet you've been waiting to do that for awhile." His face flushed as he's growling, yes, growling at me as he bounces my upper body on his leg.
I smirk at him as I pat the red mark on his cheek before biting his neck. "As if I'm the first woman to do that." I retort.
Our tongues duel, his hands clutching me by the ass as I wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders. "Or maybe," I say as he bites my nipple, causing me to gasp.
"I'm just the first one to realize you like being smacked. Oh fuck yes!" I yelp as he suckles my breasts, one after the other.
My shirt is pulled open, buttons ripping. His thin fingers curling like a wave on the underside of my breasts.
I look into his purple eyes, and smile as I rip his t-shirt in half. Craning my head downward as I lick and bite his nipple.
He pulls his borrowed shirt down my arms, tying it behind me.
He then turns me sideways, facedown, my body supported by his legs.
He scratches my chin like a cat as he runs a hand down my spine.
I've been with men who played the dominance game. Men who wanted to degrade me, or assert their superiority.
Sadly, most of them failed to understand the true nature of it.
They didn't understand that you need affection and trust.
Thankfully, a few men like Lulu here either understand this or are capable of being taught.
"I'll release you after I do one thing. And what happens after that?" He says as he licks down my spine, yanking my panties up hard, making me whimper from the pressure as he then pulls them down, my ass exposed.
"That's up to you. But first? I did promise you that I'd tan your ass red, didn't I?" He says as he squeezes each cheek in turn.
"You just can't resist my ass, can you?" I smirk at him.
And then yelp as he smacks it with his palm.
"I did say it was a work of art, did I not?" He smacks the other cheek as he finishes speaking.
There's a trick to spanking. Not too hard, not too soft.
Use just enough pressure to make your hand felt, with repetition to enflame the nerves.
Lelouch however, keeps playing with my labia and fingering me periodically between spanks.
Part of me is considering that it was not my smartest idea to try and provoke him.
The rest of me however has beaten that part unconscious under my gushing pussy and a wonderful orgasm.
Hmm, there's an idle thought.
"So when you finally fuck Suzaku, which of you is going to be getting spanked?" I laugh between spanks, gasping with each swat.
He kisses the back of my neck tenderly. "I think we'll be trading off on that end." He purrs, slipping a finger into my ass. Hmm, some kind of lubricant and cooling agent.
Good boy. I haven't taken a cock up the ass in seven years. I shudder as he curls his finger in me.
What most men don't understand about anal, is that it's not something you can force.
Though once you've done the prep properly and gotten a girl wet and ready? There's nothing like it.
Ouuu! Ice on the red marks. You kinky boy. I shudder at the sensations.
Truthfully, I could easily rip his shirt apart and free myself. We both know that.
But any kind of play like this has unspoken rules. He's in charge tonight. Thus, I'm not trying break free.
I wouldn't usually do this. Especially after what that pompous oaf that was his half-brother did to me.
But this is honestly quite fun. And I need it in a way. To let myself be ok with not being 100% in control.
He sets me to my knees gently.
Even with the ice, my ass is still quite red.
There's one thought that makes me smirk, even as he yanks the last of his clothes off and smacks me in the face with his thick cock.
"Next time, you're the one on your knees."
He laughs and strokes my hair. "Of course. Only fair. But for tonight?"
He spits into my open mouth, kissing me deeply as he leans down.
"Who's my good little immortal cockslut?" He coos.
Of course given that his hands are playing along my breasts like a piano concerto, my reply is abit breathless.
"I am."
He pulls my hair gently, pushing his length into my mouth.
No man has the same technique for this. Lelouch is playing with my body, a scratch here, a caress there.
All while firmly pushing his cock in.
I suckle on the throbbing meat, smiling with my eyes.
The art of the slut is to make the other person's pleasure your own.
To take pleasure in their reactions to you.
It's taken a few sessions, and abit of coaching. But Lelouch is becoming a virtuoso.
He pulls out and smacks my face with his cock, using my breasts as balloons to rub on his length.
"Enjoying yourself, CC?" He whispers, with a pant.
My answer is abit of spit on his precum covered penis and a wink.
I'm almost wishing Marianne would say hi just so I can freak her out again.
Lelouch raises an eyebrow at my perverted giggle.
"Should I even ask?" He licks down my cheek, nibbling along my neck.
"I *pant* don't think you want to know. You said don't mention this." I moan at his lips sucking on my neck.
He sighs and lightly smacks one of my red ass cheeks.
"Really CC, one would think you weren't satisfied with me. Am I just a revenge fuck against my mother?" He says with an overly dramatic and obviously fake tone.
I deepthroat him, humming as my tongue flicks out at his balls.
I laugh to myself as he starts cumming.
Oh yes, paint me white. His cum splatters on my face and chest.
"Marianne was never this much fun." I say as I resume sucking the salty cream from his dick.
He lifts me up, undoing the knot on my arms, and then setting me in his lap.
He runs a claw like hand down my back.
"Tell me what you want."
You. Little. Punk. Making me beg for dick?
I smack him as I grind on his groin.
He pulls my arms down, humping against me.
"You know you've been waiting for this." He whispers.
He's right, but I'm going to make him suffer abit before I let him fuck my ass.
He gasps as I tease his anus, finger slipping in.
"Mmm, now who's getting wet for their ass being fucked?" I laugh at his breath quickening.
God, he is so much fun to tease.
He lifts himself up, gathering my hair in his hand as his other hand is on my hips.
He takes a moment to steady himself. "Ready?"
I turn around and kiss him. I can tell he wants to go wild, but he's making sure I'm ready. A consideration I appreciate.
It's going to be so much fun when we have more people to play with.
I lick my lips and then lick his, my smile enough to make Michelangelo's David get hard.
Now there was a man I enjoyed being around. Bit neurotic, but he had an artist's hands and a stud's cock.
But enough reminiscing. Mama CC needs it bad.
"Fuck my perfect immortal ass till I scream, Lulu." I say with a beatific smile.
His response is a vicious grin as he pushes into me.
I can't breathe. It's so sudden. The sensation overpowering.
A tender touch to my cheek from Lelouch's hand brings me back to my body...and alerts me that my cheeks are wet because I'm crying.
"CC, are you alright?" He looks at my eyes, his expression concerned.
His eyes widen as he registers the wetness.
"Oh no, did I hurt you?"
He starts to pull out, only for me to whirl on him in outrage.
"I swear to god, if you pull out now, I will beat you unconscious." I growl at him.
He tilts his head in confusion. "But you're crying...?"
I sigh as I touch his cheek. "Women do that sometimes during sex. It was because the sensation of anal was so overwhelming."
I press our foreheads together. "Go slow. I'll tell you when to go all out."
For all his talent, he's still learning.
I lean back on his chest, face looking up.
He kisses my tears away as he rocks in and out slowly.
"I suppose this counts as cradle robbing from your perspective." He snarks.
I blink a few times, then start giggling.
"hehehehe...hahahahaha!" I curl inward, laughing at the absurdity of his quip.
Laughter during sex. Contrary to what some would think, if your partner can make you laugh while having sex?
Tie them down and ride them hard.
My vagina spasms as Lelouch's hand on my clit me to a second orgasm.
I gasp and pant as I try to recover. Which is made more difficult by Lulu's cock hilting itself balls deep in my anus.
To hell with it. I'm ready to ride.
I turn my head around. "Let me put my hands on the wall."
We move, gently so he doesn't slip out. My legs touch the ground, hands on the wall, Lelouch right behind me.
I look back with a toothy smirk.
"Don' .Back."
Lelouch nods slowly, a subtle smile on his lips.
"Yes, your highness!"
You cheeky little AHHH!
I moan wildly as he starts pistoning in and out.
"Oh merde! Yes Lulu yes!"
Our hips slapping against each other. Balls smacking my cunt.
"Fuck my tight little asshole!" I yell.
I don't usually lose control like this, but I'm having so much fun, I simply don't care.
And it isn't just his size. Though he is actually quite well hung. I love anal sex. But it's so rare that I really can enjoy it without men or women trying to suit their pleasure instead of mine.
"Merde, how did I get so lucky to find a stud like you?" I arch my back as I pant and moan.
Lulu lifts my leg up, spreading me open as he fucks my ass from a different sideways angle.
"I seem to recall," he says between pants. "That I did say I was the lucky one."
I finger my pussy furiously, pinching my labia lips as I drip girl-cum onto the carpet.
Sayoko is going to hate me if she ever has to deal with cleaning these carpets.
Hmm, a shag carpet or fur rug would be lovely to lie on actually.
I suddenly scream as an orgasm hits me like Suzaku's spinning kick.
Lelouch cries out as my ass tightens, pushing him to fill my ass with semen.
Mmmmm yes.
I slump down, gasping for air, both of us gently falling to the floor.
"We need a rug here, something soft." He mutters.
I kiss him deeply, feeling him still pumping seed into my ass.
"How about fur?" I say, my body sweaty and tired, ass sore and still red.
But sacre bleu, THAT WAS FANTASTIC!
He looks distracted as he considers that idea. "Were you thinking about that too?"
I nod, turning to lay face down so I can see his face, drawing a wince from both of us.
"It's better than this floor carpet, no?"
"What color do you want?"
I take only a moment to think about that. "White."
He sighs as he runs a hand down my back. "That's going to be a bitch to get..."
I cuddle into his chest. "If you can't do it..."
He turns my head towards his own and raises an eyebrow. "I didn't say no. Just going to take time and money."
I suck at his throat gently. "Aren't you ridiculously rich?"
He shrugs. "Most of it is earmarked for the Black Knights or Nunnally."
I smile as I narrow my eyes at him. So he's finally ready to name them. His army against Britannia.
"Are you going to announce their name?"
He closes his eyes, then shakes his head. "Not yet. There's an incident after Saitama. That is the best opportunity to debut. This is just a field test."
We make our way back to the bed, my body shivering as his cock slips out.
"Good night Lelouch."
He kisses me with a simple peck on the lips and curls in.
"Good night, CC." He murmurs as he drifts into slumber.
Oddly enough, he seems to prefer being the little spoon while spooning.
Such a strange boy. No wonder I'm falling for him.
End of turn.
