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"Kallen" - Speech

'Lelouch' - Thought/mental communication

"{Die}" - Geass Command

"Halt!" - Loudspeaker

"Roger." - Radio/Walkie-Talkie

Interlude: The Immortal Matchmaker

+++WARNING! LIME SCENE BELOW! IF YOU DON'T WANT TOREAD IT, SKIP TO THE OTHER WARNING!+++

Two Days Later

Student Council Office, Ashford Academy

Had any male been in the room, they would have passed out, nose bleeding, at the scene being played out before them. Kallen was leaning against the wall by her arms, her face flushed and panting heavily while C.C. fondled her breasts. Somewhere along the line, the verdette had unbuttoned both her jacket and shirt, revealing a lacy black bra.

"Oh? That's a lovely bra, Kallen." The Immortal whispered into the redhead's ear before she nibbled on it, making her moan again, "Did you wear it JUST for me?"

"A-As if!" Kallen panted, trying and failing to glare over her shoulder. Almost the entire Council was elsewhere today. Milly was dealing with 'family issues' that made her look angry, Nina was god knows where, Rivalz was picking up some supplies for the Council before going gambling (Shirley didn't know about that last part), Lelouch was spending time with Nunnally whilst he worked on some reports, Shirley was at the Swimming Team practice session and Suzaku was off school on medical leave.

The green-haired girl had ambushed her as soon as she walked through the door and now things were becoming hot and heavy, with Kallen's thoughts coming sluggishly as she was groped by an expert.

'Why aren't I throwing her off?!' the Britannian-Japanese half-blood thought angrily through a haze of pleasure, 'I could do it easily and I don't want her to touch me, and yet…'

She arched her back and moaned again when C.C. pulled her bra up and stated tugging, teasing and tormenting her nipples. The vexing thing was that the green-haired girl was irritatingly good at homing in on and memorising her hot spots. It had taken the verdette less than ten minutes to reduce Kallen to her current state.

"I must say, these are a lovely pair." C.C. whispered as she alternated her teasing and tugging of Kallen's voluptuous breasts, "They aren't quite as large as Milly's, but they are wonderfully perky and firm. I'm almost jealous."

Seeing as how there was a teasing quality to the accursed witch's voice, Kallen somehow doubted that.

"C-Celesta…please…" Kallen panted out, "What i-if someone w-walks in?"

This was far beyond what the verdette had done to Kallen before. Normally, even if she unbuttoned the jacket of the female Ashford uniform to grope her, the shirt stayed buttoned up and certainly the bra stayed put. The redhead absently wondered what had gotten into Celesta.

"Who? Who could walk in?" the Immortal whispered, "Milly and Rivalz aren't going to be back for the rest of the day, Nina's all…tied up…with something at the moment, Shirley's going to be busy with swimming practice, Suzaku is away and Lelouch is with his sister in the Clubhouse."

There really was no chance of anyone interrupting, C.C. knew, especially with the door locked and Sayoko having placed a 'under renovations' sign outside the door. Milly had ensured that the Student Council Room was only accessible to the Student Council. No teacher's key could open the door and the room was also soundproof. Even if Kallen screamed, no one would hear her.

Yet, the verdette mused with a wicked grin, despite that, the half-blood had deliberately kept her voice down, biting her lip to stifle her moans and not fighting her off when the girl was a martial artist beyond a black belt….oh yes, she may not realise it consciously, but the redhead wanted what C.C. had to offer.

"I honestly wouldn't mind if Lelouch walked in." she said knowingly to Kallen, "I might even invite him to join us. Wouldn't that be fun?"

The flush on the half-blood's cheeks grew by a sizable magnitude. Kallen was very much confused by her own feelings for Lelouch, as they were just as powerful as the crush she was beginning to develop for Zero. She was worried that she might be a loose woman of some sort, to have feelings for two separate people at once. And Celesta's words weren't exactly helping, as the thought of being seen by Lelouch while looking like this was both mortifying and arousing in equal measure.

"Ah-hahn-ahn!" was all she managed to get out as the immortal woman's hands deftly and expertly started to bring her to the brink, "C-Celesta! No! I-I'm…!"

"Going to climax? To die the little death?" the witch asked breathily, "Go ahead. Or could it be you want your first orgasm from hands other than your own to come from Lelouch?"

That almost sent Kallen over the edge. "I-I…!"

Sighing, C.C. tweaked Kallen's nipples one last time before releasing her. Free from her tormentor, the redhead slumped to the ground, panting and whimpering.

"Wh-why…?" Kallen asked, both glad and frustrated at once that the verdette didn't finish her off.

"Tell me Kallen, how much do you know about Britannian marriage traditions and laws?" C.C. asked as the girl slowly recovered.

"M-marriage? I don't…"

"It's a relatively unknown law outside of the nobility and the very wealthy middle class." C.C. tucked her hair behind her ear as she spoke, "The name of the law is called 'The Worthy Reward' Law. The theory behind it was that those most worthy of ruling, the nobility and royalty of Britannia, should spread their bloodlines as much as possible. If memory serves, it was instituted over three centuries ago, perhaps even four. It was back when Britannia was still located on the British Isles, at any rate."

Kallen, who was shakily pulling her bra back down over her breasts, shuddering as the cloth rubbing her sensitive nubs of skin sent aftershocks of pleasure through her body and especially to her core, nodded to show that she was listening.

"At the time, some kings on the mainland of what is now the Euro Universe had adopted Christianity as an official state religion and had thus limited themselves to a single wife and no concubines." The verdette continued, "The Emperor at the time responded by creating what is now known as the 108 Consorts of the Emperor or the Imperial Harem, declaring that Britannia bowed before no god and that no cross symbol surmounted the Flag of Britannia other than what was already there. As a reward to those members of the nobility who distinguished themselves in battle, he lifted the restriction on the number of wives they could have from one to half a dozen, and no limit to the number of mistresses or concubines."

"Sexist pig." Kallen muttered.

"True, but that's the way the world was back then." C.C. shrugged, "Anyway, time marched on, Britannia was forced to relocate to the American Colonies and the Noble Privilege granted by that Britannian Emperor was made into a tradition and a law that allows Britannian Noblemen and Middle Class men to take more than the legal amount of wives. The biggest user of this law is the Emperor, of course, and the Ducal Houses as well."

"What is the limit?" Kallen asked out of morbid curiosity, forgetting to button up her shirt and jacket.

"The Emperor is required to take at least two wives, but no more than 108 at any one time. No limit on mistresses." C.C. recited as if from memory, "Princes of the Realm must take at least two wives if they are to marry at all, and they are encouraged by tradition to take at least the same amount of mistresses. High Nobility, the Dukes and Marquis rank in other words, can have up to a dozen wives and six mistresses. Counts, Earls and Viscounts can have up to eight wives and four mistresses. Barons, Baronets and Hereditary Knights, the last of which are no longer existent, can have up to six wives and three mistresses. Anyone below that, a Knight or a Gentleman, is restricted to four wives and mistresses."

"As interesting as that is, what does it have to do with…with…" the redhead flushed and pulled her shirt closed as she realised she had been giving C.C. an eyeful the entire time.

"With me fondling you into almost climaxing with your breasts alone?" the verdette laughed as the blush bloomed on Kallen's cheeks again, "Oh, that wasn't all me, although I am experienced when it comes to the female body. Unlike a lot of women with large breasts, yours are nice and sensitive. Keep them that way and you'll have a lot of fun with them."

"Sh-shut up!" the blush grew.

"To answer your question, did you know that, aside from foreign nobility and royalty, no foreigner is permitted to partake in a 'Worthy Reward' marriage except as a mistress?" C.C. pretended to examine her nails as she spoke.

"More pro-Britannian favouritism." Kallen growled.

"Actually, it's to prevent foreign nationalities from flooding the nobility with their own people and conquering Britannia through the nobility." C.C. corrected her, "Some traditions and laws are actually sensible, with that portion of the 'Worthy Reward' law being one of them. Anyway, the point is that Sayoko is Japanese and I am from the Euro Universe. Neither of us can marry Lelouch if he takes more than one wife."

Kallen's sapphire eyes widened in shock.

"Oh yes, it took some doing, but Sayoko and I wore him down and got him to take us as mistresses." The verdette smiled impishly.

Kallen's mind blanked. "You made him make you his mistress?!"

"I don't need a ring on my finger to know I'm with someone, Kallen." C.C. smiled sadly, "Besides, even if I was Britannian, I'd still be disqualified from marrying him because I'm sterile."

Horror crept into the blue eyes looking at her. "You're…? But how…?"

"It's an old story." The verdette said, wilting slightly, "Ancient history for some. Not something I like to talk about. Anyway, Milly has a crush the size of Japan on him. She'd make a good choice for the First Wife."

"You say that as if it's special." Kallen said, curious despite herself.

"Basically, the First Wife is in charge of the other wives and the mistresses." The Immortal explained, "Additionally, it's usually the First Wife who has something similar to veto power over whom, if anyone, the husband marries after her. It is usually a very foolish husband who ignores her advice. Unless you're the Britannian Emperor and have no First Wife."

Kallen felt her hear sinking. One of her crushes was all but married and had two mistresses. Then she remembered something.

"Wait, so you mean to tell me that Lelouch can qualify for this harem marriage thing?" she demanded.

"You need to be eighteen or older and have a certain amount of wealth, both fluid capital and/or stocks, before you are eligible to apply for it, but yes, he can." C.C. confirmed.

"And you said that the things that you did to me today were related to this marriage law…" Kallen trailed off as her eyes widened, "No…you cannot be serious!"

"Yup. I want you to be wife number two." The Immortal grinned.

The redhead stared incredulously at the woman who had been all but screwing her via her breasts for the last month or so. "You cannot be serious."

"I am." C.C. rebutted her, "First, Milly likes you and would approve. Second, you have little in the way of the typical Britannian snobby racism towards foreigners and the people of the Areas. Third, Lelouch is very much attracted to you."

Kallen squeaked, "What?!"

"Oh yes, puberty hit him like a truck when it comes to you." The verdette smirked, "You may not have noticed because he's very subtle about it, but you definitely pique his interest. He even admitted as much to me."

The redhead's heart skipped a beat there. He liked her. Lelouch actually liked her. As in, he liked her as a boy liked a girl, not just as a friend. They had bonded, somewhat, after that incident with the Britannian thugs and she could see shades of her own brother in the way he treated his sister.

Then she remembered something.

"I'm a half-blood." She reminded the witch, ignoring her own sinking heart, "I'm fairly sure that that disqualifies me from this weird marriage that you're trying to rope me into."

"One, only a handful of people knows about that." C.C. retorted, "Two, this is Britannia. A subtle little bribe will make people do pretty much whatever you want, including looking the other way when it comes to someone's nationality. Three, stop trying to find a legitimate way to disqualify yourself and tell me what you think of the idea."

Kallen jumped slightly, letting go of her shirt in her surprise and exposing her bra-clad breasts again.

"I…" she started, before pausing. She tried again, "I…I don't know. I mean…marriage? I'm only seventeen!"

"Your father is an Earl." C.C. pointed out lazily, "He could arrange a marriage for you as early as your next birthday, with or without your say-so."

"Dad wouldn't do that." Kallen rejected that idea firmly, "He knows that if he tried, I'd just run away and stay with…with my brother's friends. Besides, he dislikes the partner he got from his arranged marriage and wouldn't want to inflict that on me. He likes and respects me that much, at least."

"He'd be a rare breed of nobleman to do that, but I'll take your word for it." The verdette snorted, "But seriously, does marrying Lelouch sound like such a bad thing? Compared to hiding your heart away and being alone as I have for most of my life, it doesn't sound like a bad thing."

"Why are you trying to get me to agree to marry Lelouch?" Kallen asked, ignoring the vision of herself in a wedding dress that flashed through her mind.

"All the reasons I gave before are perfectly valid, Kallen." C.C. smiled sadly, "But in truth, I want Lelouch to be happy. He saved me from…let's say an abusive swain who refused to take no for an answer. He found me, got me out of the…very small prison I was being kept in, took me into his home to heal me and has treated me with dignity and respect. I love him."

It was the truth, albeit Clovis hadn't wanted into her panties; he had wanted the secret of her immortality, her eternal youth and her regeneration.

The admission which she had not voiced to Lelouch came far easier than the immortal expected. She immediately resolved that she would confess her feelings to Lelouch the next time he took her to bed.

Kallen was again shocked, as well as angry on Celesta's behalf. "What the…?! You were kidnapped?! Who did that to you?!"

"Someone very close to Prince Clovis." C.C. answered with a crooked grin. He had been very close to himself, after all. She had even spotted the narcissist admiring himself in the mirror a bit too avidly. "Lelouch…ensured that he wouldn't be getting up to that sort of thing ever again. He was most furious."

The blue eyes before her widened as Celesta all but admitted that Lelouch had killed a member of the nobility for her sake. Having seen the Vice-President beat a gang of Britannian thugs into submission without gaining so much as a scratch in return, as well as hearing his views on Britannia, it was something Kallen could believe happening. As someone who had killed more Britannian soldiers than she could count, she didn't condemn Lelouch for what he had done; rather, as a woman, she praised him for it.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." Kallen told Celesta sympathetically.

"It's fine. Water under the bridge." The immortal waved her hand airily, "Anyway, I'm not going to pressure you about this. Just think about it and keep this in mind."

She strode back over to Kallen, pulled her to her feet and then grabbed both of her still revealed breasts, making her moan anew.

"You like males, which is good." C.C. whispered into her ear, "But realise that you also appreciate attention from other females. Milly and I are the same way. Join us and you will enjoy your life."

Leaning down, the verdette gently bit into Kallen's shoulder and sucked, making the redhead squirm and moan even more. Pulling her head back, C.C. grinned at the love bit she had left behind.

"Something to remind you of our little talk." She told the dazed girl, "Now then, I must get going. Things to do, people to see, you know. See you tomorrow, Kallen."

With a final squeeze of the girl's bust, the verdette strode over to the door, unlocked it and left, leaving behind a highly aroused, highly confused and highly frustrated girl, who realised something once she managed to get her neurons firing again.

"Hey, you still have to do the work assigned to you, dammit!"

+++LIME SCENE OVER+++

C.C. ignored the distant shout of the girl. She had enough to do without dealing with school-level paperwork.

'Seducing Kallen is fun. She's the very definition of a battle virgin.' She mused with a small smile.

When that Accursed Nun had betrayed her, she had, somehow, cut off her ability to feel emotions, or at least severely deadened them to the point of numbness, when she had forced the Code Geass upon her. Love, empathy, caring, even pain had been denied to her. That had actually been useful when she had been burned at the stake, but afterwards, it had been almost torture.

For whatever reason, her feelings had started to grow back the more she involved herself with people; talking to them, living with them and, of course, making contracts with them. Even then, she had been unable to love anyone. Her ability to feel lust had also been damaged, with males holding no trace of attraction to her sexually or aesthetically, so she had turned to women.

It had been six-hundred-and-forty years, give or take a year, since she had allowed herself to be seduced by a well-known lesbian noblewoman in Venice on a whim. She had quickly become an eager student as, for the first time; she had actually felt physical pleasure. Masturbating had not worked on her at all; only the touch of a woman had awoken pleasure within her.

Over the centuries, she had seduced many women. Queens, princesses, nobles, barmaids and from every social stratus between them. A lot of people wondered why Elizabeth the First of Britannia, for example, had only reluctantly accepted a Prince-Consort. The fact that C.C. had warmed her bed until the flight from the British Isles had been something she had carefully manipulated every record, even the Britannian Imperial Archive, into omitting.

Marianne, Lelouch's mother, hadn't been interested, being strictly heterosexual, but more than a few of the 108 Imperial Consorts had been a fun distraction, thanks to Charles' Seal of Absolute Memory erasing her from their minds once she was done with them.

Charles, when he was younger, had stirred feelings within her. They had not broken through the torpor inflicted upon her by The Nun, but it had been a shock, to say the least. Over seven-hundred years without an appreciation for men as anything other than humans who existed and she finds one who was so devoted to one of his harem that he slept with the other members with great reluctance? She had to wonder if The Nun was sitting in C's World and laughing at her for the irony.

Yet it was Charles and Marianne's own son who had finally helped to break through the torpor, who had finally freed her of almost all the curses placed upon her by The Nun. Only her curse of Immortality was still an issue.

For all that he had done for her, C.C. was eternally grateful to him and getting his little harem to grow, while something she was personally in favour of, was also her way of repayment to him.

'Kallen was the most difficult of the girls on the list, and it won't be long before she sees the light.' She concluded confidently, 'Shirley won't be a tough cookie; she has a crush the size of the Britannian Homeland on him and will likely agree to marry him with other girls. Kaguya, with her cuckqueen fetish, doesn't even have to be thought of. The main problem, surprisingly enough, is Millicent herself. Or rather, it is her mother that is the problem.'

Yes, Milly Ashford's mother was, suffice to say, throwing a spanner in the works with her insistence on engaging Milly to Earl Asplund. Melisande was rapidly rising to a top priority on the Immortal's shit list. Only Lelouch's insistence that he had a plan in the works was stopping her from grabbing the woman and breaking her mind by letting her touch C's World.

The sound of her new phone ringing brought the verdette out of her thoughts. Seeing that it was from Lelouch, she answered it.

"Hello, Lelouch." She said laconically, "How are you?"

"Fine. Where are you and how soon can you get to Port Yokosuka?" he asked briskly.

"I'm at the school and it'll take me about half an hour. What do you need me to do?" she replied.

"Augur needs to soothe ruffled feathers in the JLF's ranks while Sayoko and I can't be there." The Exiled Prince sighed irritably, "Three of Todoh-sensei's Four Holy Sword are being obstructive pains in the behind. Thank god Urabe's doing what he's told."

"Can I beat them down or do I have to play nice and stick to flaying them with my words?" the Immortal sighed, knowing the answer.

"As much as the sight would be amusing, no. Merely make them feel like children." Lelouch chuckled, "I have to go; I'm in the middle of cooking dinner for Nunnally. See you tonight."

"See you tonight." She whispered back before hanging up. Well, now that she had her marching orders, she may as well do what she could to spank these naughty children into obedience. Verbally, of course.