Once upon a time, two innocent people met. Their first meeting went as awkward as this:
He was the son of the greatest conqueror in the world. Known for his intelligence no one could outwit during battles, he won the favor of his father's people to replace him as their leader. However, he was too youthful, as everyone claimed, despite all his success. For once, being young had become a flaw. Nevertheless, he won the popular vote and rose on the throne. He championed people's heart and was crowned as the ruler at the age of nineteen. On his twentieth birthday, a close friend of his who travelled around the world presented him a gift he never expected to get.
She was wearing clothes and ornaments he had not seen before. He could see the culture where she was brought up on her clothing, and he knew she was from a place untouched by the former conqueror yet.
It was late already, the celebration for his birthday just finished. Well, for Lelouch vi Britannia, it was over. He left the banquet as soon as he could, intending to spend his night retiring on his bed. However, before he could enjoy the original plan, his dear friend, his father's ally, cornered him. The old man insisted that Lelouch should receive a gift that the young ruler would surely treasure. Lelouch was not appreciative when it comes to gifts. He preferred loyalty and honesty more than anything. Accepting Jeremiah's gift was just a show so he could escape the persistent old man quicker.
It was Lelouch who ordered to have the gift delivered in his room, in which Jeremiah commented that he had done a good choice. Clueless as to what that meant, Lelouch let it slide and went straight to his room. The young ruler had already washed himself and changed into a comfortable night shirt when someone knocked on his door. He was expecting it to be some servant, but it was the old man who greeted him. Alongside Jeremiah was a woman with distinct green hair.
"This is a maiden I captured from far north," declared Jeremiah, pushing the woman towards Lelouch. The young ruler noticed that her hands were bound behind her. "Rest assured she is untouched. The moment I saw her, I was sure that there was no perfect gift for you. Use her whichever you wanted. Have a great night, Lelouch."
Jeremiah left as soon as he finished talking, leaving the maiden and Lelouch alone. She looked weak, perhaps she was not fed well, if fed at all.
Lelouch went behind her and untied her hands. It had left marks on her wrists already. However, the moment her hands were freed, she started to undress herself.
"Hold on," Lelouch caught her hand, preventing her from shedding any piece of clothing besides her veil. He turned her around, gently, and examined her face. The moment their eyes met, a string of curses escaped his lips. How on earth did Jeremiah capture a beautiful lady like her?
"Are you going to confirm whether he speaks the truth? I can affirm that I am a virg–"
"Stop talking nonsense," he butted in. He could feel his face warming up at her blunt words. "I have no idea how he took you away from your family, I'm sorry."
Her blank face remained expressionless.
"Who are you?" he asked, meaning to get to know her. He pulled her towards his bed and motioned her to sit next to him.
"I used to be a free person, but now I am your slave. I was told by the old bastard that I would serve to satiate your desires." This, she stated with a flat expression.
Lelouch was extremely embarrassed with her declarations, finding them too straightforward. Oh, he asked anyway, and this was her answer. It was just a puzzle to him how she could keep the straight face.
"Will you just submit to whatever he asked you to do?" he asked, probing further. Lelouch wanted to know if she would seek freedom, for if she would, he would grant it.
She remained quiet for a while, contemplating. His face, she knew from the illustrations circulating in the towns she visited before she was captured by Jeremiah in his hunt. Lelouch was the young ruler who expanded the colony faster than his father did. Hearsay claimed that he had a great mind and that he was merciless. However, what she sees in front of her was a shy boy who was rather reluctant to indulge himself with carnal pleasure. All men are wolves, but this young ruler was nothing but an innocent puppy to her.
"Are you, by any chance, inexperienced in bed?" she asked in return, evading his question.
Such simple question (any proud man could have denied) made him release her wrist. He flashed her a toothsome smile, much to her surprise, and stood.
"You are quite a curious lady, letting your chance to be free to pass. Clean yourself up and find something else to wear. Sleep anywhere in this room, I don't care." He guided her to the bathroom, telling her where the soap was. Lelouch did not say another word after that for he went straight to bed. He fell asleep while listening to the unnamed lady bathing in his tub.
The sun was high when Lelouch woke up. He sat, pushing off the blanket down to his hips. He was about to stand when he felt a weight pressing his feet on the bed. Opening his eyes wider, he found the lady slumbering on his foot, dressed in one of his night shirts. And that was the only piece of clothing she was wearing. Her skin was fair and unblemished. Just looking at her thighs felt like he was committing a grave sin.
"Wake up," he demanded, wanting to end this early torture. He was weak against women, yes. Why did Jeremiah have to give a gorgeous one? "The sun is already high. Get up."
She groaned, brows knitting, and turned over. This gave Lelouch a whole new show, on one hand. His face was red as a tomato as he stared at her bare buttocks. While he wouldn't deny that it was a pretty view, he couldn't stand this any longer. With a face flaming red, he pulled his feet out of the blanket and marched out of his room.
"How is the slave girl I gave you?"
"Are you kidding me?" Lelouch slammed a fist on the table, surprising the elder people sitting across him. This was a serious meeting, but how dare Jeremiah blather such nonsense. "I will not hesitate to throw you out if you bring up anything related to that."
Jeremiah smirked at him, meaning to squeeze out juicy stories of the night. He would not deny that he wanted to keep the slave girl to himself. However, he decided to give it to Lelouch so the boy could graduate from his virginity.
"It seems like you haven't you used that penis of yours yet," taunted Jeremiah, eliciting gasps from the council and young ruler himself. Seeing Lelouch's red face was enough reward, anyhow.
"Insolent!" Lelouch stammered, rising from his seat. He did not look at Jeremiah again when he called guards to escort the man outside. The old man left while his laughter echoed, pissing off every single nerve the young ruler had. However, this caused further turmoil among the council.
"Is it true, young chief?" A wrinkled old man asked. He oversaw the arsenal and weaponry. "If you want to get laid, I can offer my granddaughter to you."
Now, this was beginning to get into his nerves. A wily smile emerged on his lips. It was a meaningful smile that could mean punishment or dismissal.
"While your offer is generous, General McBride, I have no need of any women to satiate…" he paused, recalling how the unnamed lady put it, "my desires. I have a woman of my own."
"Then how about we give you another-"
Lelouch's raised hand shushed the other general. This turmoil was all because of Jeremiah and his antics. "I do not wish to hear another thing about this. Talk or I will behead you."
His chair made a screeching sound as he left, his footfalls commanded enormous silence. Taking a brisk walk, Lelouch was determined to meet Jeremiah and teach him a lesson.
Lelouch reached his room, failing to find the old man outside the meeting room. The guards escorted Jeremiah outside, but they didn't track where he went after that. He was surprised when a finger flicked his forehead and a woman's face blocked his vicinity.
"Having a rough day, aren't we?" she asked, studying his facial expressions. This made the young ruler sigh.
"Have you eaten yet?" asked Lelouch instead, walking to his bed.
"I haven't. I am starving for three days already. It seems to me that you are feared by your servants that none took the initiative to bring you a breakfast on bed." She slumped down onto the bed next to him, her chin on her palm.
"And you don't look like you're afraid of me," he looked at her, scrutinizing her blank expression. He bet she looked more stunning if she would smile. "Don't I look terrifying to you?"
"You don't," she answered his last question, whether he meant that as a rhetorical question or not. "You are simply a young man who frets in front of a naked woman."
That urged him to appraise her looks. She looked cleaner than yesterday. The ornaments on her neck and hands were gone. She was wearing his loose linen shirt and knickerbockers. She was blocking the light from the window. Hence, he could see the silhouette of her body through her shirt.
"Are you truly a maiden? I haven't met a maiden who talks about getting laid like you do."
And what do you expect? See me blush like you do? She scoffed, lowering herself to lay next to him. She was a brave slave to do whatever she wanted to do. "Call me C.C.," she said. "This woman knows how life works. I'm captured as a slave and so I shall live that way."
"Are you truly fine that way?" he inquired, curious why she wasn't opposing the idea of slavery.
She withdrew from staring at him in the eyes. "This is better than seeing the old man burn my tribe."
Ah, so that was the barter. For a moment, they didn't speak a word. She kept her eyes on the camaraderie from the window, admiring how peaceful it looked. That was until she felt a big hand on her thigh, sliding upwards to who-knows-where. Instinctively, she jerked away and raised her hand to slap the...pervert.
Her enraged face met his blank one. Did he see through the facade?
"Did they touch you?" Lelouch was not the same shy boy who was way too flustered. "You are afraid, aren't you?"
She relaxed, lowering her hand to cover his. She dragged it up, assisting him where he should hold her. No, they didn't touch her. And no, she wasn't afraid. However, they told her what fate she should live if she wanted the tribe to remain alive.
"I am all yours," she mumbled, forcefully shutting her eyes closed. These were the words she was expected to say as a slave. "This body, use it however you wanted."
He grimaced, feeling how her bosom filled his entire palm. She was a woman, fragile and vulnerable. He knew she spoke of truth when she said she used to be a free woman. Pulling his hand away from her, he stood. "Do not say those words unless you mean it."
She looked up and watched him exit the room. Who would want to end up becoming a slave, anyway?
Lelouch came back with a tray of food. This was too much for one person, since he wasn't someone who had a big appetite after all. He found her sitting on the floor, reading one of the war tactics books his cousin lent him.
"Please, let us eat our lunch first. I know you are starving," he beckoned her to help him.
The two of them sat next to the window, eating their lunch peacefully. He watched her as she ate without any grace. "Pray tell me, how did Jeremiah manage to bend you to his will?"
She looked up from her food, staring at his calm face. He was a different person if the talk about getting laid was neglected. Grabbing the glass of water to drown her food, she replied: "I was fishing with my friend when Jeremiah came. He had a deer slung on his shoulders, fresh from the hunt. He persuaded me to come, but when I refused, he pointed a gun to my friend. He threatened that he would burn my tribe if I have refused."
"How about I burn Jeremiah for you?" Lelouch sounded bitter, but his response made the lady smirk.
"Since when people like you care about a small population? You conquer places, engage in wars. Surely, you won't choose a tribe over one of your war generals." She leaned back her seat, licking her fingers clean. The strawberry jam was delicious. "I may be a nomad, but I am not a fool."
It was his turn to smirk. With his elbow propped up on the arm of his chair, he leaned on his palm. "I think you know I am not a good man."
"I said you are a shy boy. I can't recall saying you are a good man." She stretched a hand and picked another toast. "Am I getting punished for my honesty?"
"No," he smiled such a gorgeous smile. "The otherwise, in fact. You are getting rewarded."
She ignored him with a shrug, choosing to take a bite on the toast instead. The table shook a little as the toast she was about to bite was thrown on the floor. His lips met hers, much to her chagrin. He was leaning over the table, hands on her shoulders.
It was a simple kiss, a skin-to-skin contact. No sparks, but the kiss certainly felt ticklish. Moreover, the butterflies in the stomach. Fluttering, fluttering.
"My, my," he mumbled, pulling away from her slightly. "While I am totally coy about interacting with women, I think I wouldn't mind being bold towards you."
She was about to retort, her lips parted, but was interrupted when he closed the gap between them. He angled his head to the right, avoiding their tall noses to crash. A kiss was rather intimate for first timers, right?
He took this chance to bit on her lower lip. Her mouth tasted like strawberries. Lelouch knew he was no expert when it came to women, but he read books regarding this. He might as well put theories into action. Pulling away, he smirked at her.
"Didn't you say you are mine? Prepare yourself tonight. I will mark you, C.C." With that, he left. She didn't see his ears red as apples as he walked out.
She gaped in disbelief, eyes staring into nothingness. "Mother," she mumbled. "I thought my cunning behavior would be disliked by gentlemen."
Suzaku munched on the apple he freshly picked from its tree. He was sharing the shade with his best friend, the young ruler of the colony. Lelouch did not look like himself, with shoulders sagging as if all his confidence was drained. His face was notably red, too. Suzaku wondered if Lelouch ate something he was allergic with.
"Why am I summoned here, Lelouch?" Suzaku asked nervously, taking another bite.
Lelouch covered his face, focusing to the small grasses. "I just told a lady that I'd mark her tonight."
"Mark her what?" repeated Suzaku, unsure where Lelouch was getting at.
It was cool under the shade. The shadow of the tree sheltered them from the harsh rays of the sun. The green grasses cushioned them; their bodies were caressed by the breeze. This was their secret hideout as children. A place where they would tell their secrets to each other. Until today, this was a place where Lelouch and Suzaku would meet when they wanted to get something off their chest.
Lelouch glanced above, watching the leaves sway along the breeze. It was unclear to him why he had to say embarrassing things to C.C. He even had the audacity to kiss her, not only once but twice. Not to mention that the second one was not too innocent for a kiss. Lelouch felt like he was a downright pervert.
"Just how long do you plan on pretending to be innocent, Suzaku?" the young chief glanced at his best friend, assessing whether those wide round eyes were not feigning innocence. Suzaku lived in the barracks for a year now. Surely, he knew what those soldiers crave for after intensive training. Women.
"I'm not sure," Suzaku laughed, taking another bite. "Mark, you say. Are you going to torture the lady? Who is she, by the way? It's the first time I heard you talk about a woman."
"Since when sleeping with a woman considered a torture?" Lelouch rolled his eyes and laid down on the grass.
"What do you mean, sleeping with a -," Suzaku dropped the apple. The fruit rolled down hill. It rolled until it hit the rock bottom, with no one caring about it. "You are going to get laid tonight!?"
Lelouch closed his eyes, ignoring how Suzaku shook him to tell more details. Why, of all people, did Lelouch talk about this with another virgin?
An hour later, Suzaku and Lelouch came back with both of their ears flaming red. Why, Suzaku just shared the secrets he heard from soldiers, and Lelouch was grateful for that.
I am about to sleep with a beautiful lady, Lelouch told himself as he sunk in the tub. It was already nightfall when he came back to his quarters. C.C. was not in his room when he came. It surprised him, but she could have escaped for all he cared. However, a tiny voice in his head hoped she just went to the kitchen to get something to eat. It would be a waste if he would not be able to- slap! No more dirty thoughts, he scolded himself. It was all because of Suzaku and the secrets of the barracks.
He forgot about time when he decided to rinse himself. Walking out of the bath dressed only with his underpants, he went straight to find a shirt to wear. He jumped in surprise when he heard the tray clattering. Looking around, he found C.C. wearing his loose shirt.
Her eyes were wide in shock, this being her first time to see a man in his underpants. Lelouch's body was lean with firm muscles. His hair was wet and dripping with water. The water droplets glistened as they fell on his name and travelled down to the curve of his spine. As she stared at him, she couldn't help but mutter, "beautiful."
This made Lelouch aware of his condition. He was barely dressed in front of a woman who was wearing one of his shirts. Both were frozen on their spots. C.C. seemed to forget the snacks on the ground. Hence, when the door opened and an enthusiastic Suzaku came in, C.C. and Lelouch looked at him with sinister on their faces.
A beautiful lady wearing Lelouch's night shirt, and Lelouch standing there in his underpants… something was bound to happen if it hadn't happened yet, right?
"I'm… I'm going, sorry." Suzaku stammered and rushed out of Lelouch's room, face flushed red like a poppy. He would ask Lelouch for details tomorrow morning. Yes, tomorrow morning.
"So, you really mean to sleep with me?" she asked, crouching on the ground to collect the scattered candies. Her hands were shaking but she wouldn't make it too obvious.
He laughed, unsure what to say. "I don't mean to…"
"I told you I am your slave," she stood, placing the candies on the table. "You can do whatever you want. It's my fate, anyway. I don't have a choice."
He wanted to protest, annoyed because she was acting like being slaved was fine. However, when she pulled him to her, his hands on her hips, he lost his rationality again. On her tiptoes, she closed the space between their lips. Lelouch was unable to protest, letting his eyes flutter close as their lips moved on its own. The sweet innocent kiss became aggressive, tongues lashing against the other. They panted and gasped, but they never let go of each other. As if their bodies sought the warmth of each other, they stumbled across the room until she was pressed on the bed underneath him.
His eyes were dark and round. She knew what it meant, and she knew where this was going. He exhaled on her, warm breath washing over her face. Lelouch smelled musky, like the woods and flowers. She couldn't explain what the heck was with his scent, but he smelled good.
His forehead was pressed against hers, their sweats mixing. He kissed her again, chaste and quick. He began pressing chaste kisses on her eyes to her nose, then to her lips and her jaws, before devouring her lips one more. C.C. realized something as she nibbled on his lips too, that Lelouch has a fetish for kisses.
Her nails grazed his bare back, his skin felt smooth and soft on her palms. He was a fine man who grew up in a good family, she could tell. She felt her body warming up. The night would surely burn the two of them.
His hands found its way to the hem of her shirt. As he nibbled on her shoulder, his hands travelled up her thighs. Her skin was smooth like a silk. She was hot, (her body was) and for a moment he thought she was sick. His hands crossed her flat stomach, and he pushed her shirt all the way up until he pulled it over her head. She laid underneath him, her torso bare. Her plump, voluptuous figure made him ache with desire. Her fair complexion shone under the moonlight; it was beckoning him to eat her up. Gone was his smart brain because the words he said next were dictated by animalistic drive.
"Goodness, you're bewitching me." He leaned down again, capturing one of her breasts into his mouth. As if he was a child, he suckled and licked, sending pleasures all over her body. Leaving it wet and a bit swollen with all his bites, he moved to the other and gave it the same treatment.
C.C. was losing her sanity for it was washed away with the pleasure. Was he truly a virgin? She wanted to know, given that he was skilled with whatever he was doing. Her eyes widened when she realized what sound she was making. Her hands clasped her mouth, unwilling to accept that it was her who was moaning.
"Enjoying, aren't we?" his voice was deep and husky. He rose and pulled her hands away to kiss her once more. While she was engrossed with the kiss, he guided her hands to touch him. She jerked her hand away when she felt him, erect and hard. Though he was still wearing his underpants, she could feel the warmth emitting through the fabric. It was Lelouch who broke the kiss as he groaned, guiding her hand to run up and down on him. C.C.'s face was red in shame as she felt him twitch. This was ridiculous.
Her breath hitched as she felt him thrust into her palm. Her chest thundered. This was really happening.
Panicking, she tried to move away but his weight pressed on her. "Wait up, I don't think I'm…" she gasped.
He groaned again, losing the last drop of self-control he had in store. Lelouch grabbed her face and kissed her roughly. He did not let go of her lips, not even a single second. From her lips, he moved to bite her earlobes. This was making him ache. His hands found her thighs and parted them, letting her womanhood feel just how aroused he was. He continued to kiss her as his palms covered her plump bosoms. Her nipples were erect under his palms; he pinched and twisted them and massaged them afterwards. He was lunging himself to her, even though they were clothed down there.
"Stop," she panted when he freed her lips, "I…" she wrapped her hands on his neck. Her hips buckled up and followed his rhythm. Why did she say stop? She was aching down there, too. Why? What should she do?
Lelouch kept pushing himself to her, and he knew he wanted more. His arms circled around her bare body; their bare, sweaty chests met. Her legs wrapped itself on his hips, as if their bodies would join, as if they were not wearing anything at all. His thrusts were forceful, his lower body meeting hers. For a moment, he was blinded. Lelouch felt like he wet himself at some point. His mind went blank for a while, and after that he stopped moving. What...was that?
When he opened his eyes and pushed himself up. The two of them were out of breath, chests heaving as if they ran a couple of miles. "What...I, ugh…" Lelouch felt uncomfortable with how drenched his underpants felt. "I'm sorry!" The young, merciless ruler jumped out of his prey and went straight to the bathroom. To wash himself, perhaps?
The night was still young. It was dark, but it was cool. The sound of the water flowing in the tub was heard in the quietness of the bedroom. C.C. grabbed the nearest pillow and covered her face, ashamed that Lelouch might come back and see her flushing face. The only thing she could think of right now was this question: why was she sexually frustrated?