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Chapter 9: Oracle of Mercenaries
🕑 Added 2025-05-02 21:34:19 +0000 UTCAll characters depicted, said or otherwise implied to have sexual relations are 18 years and older.
The temple breathed with ancient fire. Its stone walls, etched with worn script of a language many would consider dead, flickered in the golden torchlight. Oil lamps hung like halos above the sanctum, exhaling the mingled charcoal and crushed sunflower scents. Shadows danced across a domed ceiling blackened with time, and the silence was broken only by the low crackle of flame—a hush that felt sacred and expectant.
The priestess and one other were at the altar. She was a tall, striking woman with flowing blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her full, curvaceous figure—long legs, generous curves, flawless skin—defied the modesty of her priestess role, radiating a beauty both ethereal and unmistakably sensual.
At the moment, she wasn't performing any of her typical duties, at least not those related to her spiritual responsibilities, but instead handling issues pertaining to her people and state's position and future. And that meant reading up on the growing rebellion in the former Japan.
Shamna, a Queen and Holy Priestess, would admit that she was impressed with the process made by the exiled prince. In just 3 months, he's managed to fashion for himself the greatest armed rebellion in Britannia, with growing ties with actors in the Chinese Federation and Kyoto ensuring he would have the best equipment and resources. He was also embarrassing his older sister, the so-called Goddess of Victory at every turn, evading major defeats and capture, turning him into the most wanted man in Britannia.
‘If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was one of us,’ Shamna smirked at that, as this was the extract sort of excellence her people's warriors were renowned for. However, that smirk faded into a contemplative look across her mesmerizing features as she couldn't understand why Charles and his brat of a brother hadn't done anything about this.
"Have our spies found no reasons for this?" she asked, her question directed not at her personal guard but at the person at her side.
Like her, they had blonde hair, but it was cut much shorter, barely covering their ears. Their light blue eyes lacked pupils, a sign of his extremely poor health, which even forced him to rely on a wheelchair due to the atrophied state of his legs. His poor vision forced him to wear a visor, which helped him see. He was young, only a few years younger than her, but he could maintain a maturity beyond his years.
“They’ve been cautious and not gotten any closer, though I wouldn’t be surprised if the rebel secretly allied with his father’s foolish plans.” Her younger brother and king, Shalio suggested, to which his sister shook her head.
“Doubtful, from what we know, an anger that burns in the prince’s heart isn’t so easily quenched. There is something we’re missing.” As she pondered this, a servant quietly entered and approached, bowing to their rulers.
"Pardon the intrusion, Your Holiness, Your Majesty, but I came bearing news." The man, eyes to the ground, held out a letter in his outstretched hands.
One of her guards approached and took the letter. “You may leave,” Shamna dismissed him before her guard handed her the letter. Opening it, she saw their most recent intelligence report from Area 11. It was summarised and mainly focused on Zero. Still, it also had some juicy details, most notably confirmation of his apparent undying lust. "Oh, well, that certainly explains things. Like father, like son."
Her brother wasn’t wearing his visor at the moment, probably a good thing as she wouldn’t like to explain why she was getting flustered as she read the details of the report, which read like a voyeur’s wet dream, with descriptions of how Zero’s growing harem looked and limped about after he was done with them. He’d even seduced that immortal C.C.
“Sister?” Shalio asked as she folded the report and tucked it away into her bosom so she could continue reading it later…for important reasons, in private.
"I think meeting with Prince Lelouch would be a logical move." She declared, which caused the king to frown.
“Is it wise for you to leave the capital and journey to Area 11?” He had faith no harm would come to her, but with how much Charles has been testing their borders since he annexed their weak neighbor, the Middle Eastern Federation, he wouldn't put it past the bastard to dare strike at their priestess.
Shamna confidently retorted. "I don't need to; he'll come to me, as all do when I seek to host." Walking to the side, followed by her nun bodyguards, she opened a door, letting in the bright rays of the desert sun. Stepping out onto the balcony, she looked out over her seaside capital, which was built not on a beach but into a sheer cliff face and extended down towards the water. A mark of how they would take even the worst and make it their own.
'I wonder just how much use can I get out of this prince with a rebel's heart. But should he prove uncooperative,' Her smile turned sinister as a golden geass symbol flashed in her right eye.
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In Area 11, the target of her attention was sharing a peaceful dinner with his sister and the Student Council, an idea proposed by Rivalz as everyone hadn't had much time to interact lately. Lelouch could have used this time for work, but he couldn't deny that they've been incredibly busy. Now, going into November, they'll only get a larger workload, which is not made easier by the fact that finals are fast approaching.
With all that, why not take the chance to have some quiet time with those he cared about? This time, only two of them had frequented his bedroom, though thankfully, Milly didn't steer the conversation towards how Lelouch and Shirley were a thing…or, more accurately, that she was the latest of his lovers.
‘But with how Nina’s been eyeing the two, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s hoping Milly starts asking inappropriate questions.’ Lelouch mused as he cut into his steak, C.C. at his side. Nina wasn't cured of her xenophobia, but it seemed her poorly hidden-at least to those in the council-interest in women was leading her to eye those who he's fucked and then look away, red as Kallen's hair, no doubt she was imaging how they looked in those private sessions.
Chantal, without shifting, reached for his cock under the table and squeezed it, Lelouch turning his eye towards her as she smiled and played with the piece of meat on her fork, her tongue dancing around it before she quickly placed it into her mouth. The message was clear, a reminder that there, which had only deepened since they first had sex, meant that she would pick up on his thoughts, and while it was framed from Nina's point of view, he was feeding them through his memories. She didn't need to get wet at the table.
She'll leave that to Mao, who, acting as a maid, served them without issue but now had some pink on her cheeks. Looking at him, she bit her lip but quickly got back to work.
Putting his ever-growing bestial lust to the side, Lelouch went back to thinking about how things had been. It had only been a few weeks since the School Festival, which had been mainly a success if one disregarded the surprise that was Euphemia appearing, his sister having decided on a whim, as she wanted to do, to attend the festival, having brought along that new bodyguard, Sapphire Kalas.
She had run into Nunnally, and when he had gone looking for his sister, he found the two in a conversation that roped him in. He wasn't angry with her, at least not much. Still, Euphemia knew they were alive and, most importantly, that they were complicated things. They were lucky that Kalas was willing to go along with Euphemia's order, not to mention their survival to Cornelia.
Since she had been made and been forced to flee, they had spoken mainly through Suzaku's phone to avoid suspicion, as to his brotherly ire, she was already spending quite a lot of time around the A.C.E.E.C's and Suzaku…a bit too much time, but as Suzaku pointed out, he was screwing his cousin and several other women and had no room to talk about Suzaku and Euphemia's relationship. They enjoyed their talks back to Euphemia, but Lelouch could pick up that she was catching on.
Euphemia never said it and didn't even bring it up. Still, she would grow silent whenever the Black Knights and Zero came up. Video calls made it easier to tell how uncomfortable she was with it while she was eying him at the same time. When she finally broached the issue, he didn't confirm it, which just seemed to do the opposite.
Great, now he had to worry about that ticking time bomb as sooner or later, Cornelia would learn, or worse-Suzaku, as he's been on a bent hunting them for a while now, and his lack of success was getting to the Japanese knightmare pilot. Euphemia knew this was well and had mentioned that she wished for their simpler days, back when they could be open siblings, but Lelouch didn't. Not just because he strived for the future but because he understood how much of that past was an illusion.
For that reason, he led the Black Knights to great strides, having cemented themselves as the largest and most capable rebel fraction in Area 11; and that he hadn't touched only allowed to exist to serve as fodder and distractions, nipping at Cornelia and the Britannians. Kallen and Nagisa are playing key roles in training new pilots, pushing their numbers of, as the two women put it, 'decent' pilots to around 240, with another 600 rookies working their way up the training.
Their status as Kyoto's golden child, along with stronger ties in India, meant that they were phasing out their Burai and even stealing Sunderlands for new Gekkas, which came in by the dozens, with his Zero squad equipped with them. Cecile's aide was also giving them greater progress as with that stolen data, Rakshata promised they'll be able to equip not just the Guren and other ace units with their own versions of the Float units but that they can push forward in plans to develop and build float ships.
Their growing size and complexity meant they needed more than just soldiers to manage it all and keep its true scale a closely guarded secret. Lucky for them, Villetta continued serving as their military eye. At the same time, Zhou even brought in help for the administration duties, all people they could trust and were all competent at their jobs. Naomi, too, was a great aide to him in the day-to-day running of things, having essential being made his secretary, which many of their female members were openly jealous about, a fact Naomi contributed to the fact it meant he fucked her on the regular.
Which…was true, but those same people forget something that even Tamaki seemed to get when he laughed at her getting the position.
Paperwork…so much Goddamn paperwork. Everything either needed his approval or was reported to his desk. From attacks to basic logistics coming in from China, at times, it wasn't even in Japanese, which stumped the small team of aides he created to help smooth things; he couldn't even blame them as many Japanese spoke their native tongue and English, but how many spoke Korean, Mandarin, Vietnamese or Hindi?
The fact that he could work with all those languages just meant more work for him. Even with Shirley doing all she could when it came to humanitarian work—God bless her—as she was picking up Korean and Japanese to help with that, there was still much to be done. At times, Chantal or Mao had to step in as Zero as he dealt with all of it and studied for finals.
'It will be worth it soon. We're hiring more aides and smoothing out logistics and command. Soon, the hell will end.' Lelouch thought to himself as the dinner ended, right as Milly called out the early snowfall.
Wishing them goodnight, Kallen asked to remain, being as subtle as a red truck, but sadly, Lelouch would need to turn her down. They had a busy day coming, and she couldn't afford to be late or be too sure to leave his bed.
So when he went to bed, holding Chantal, who had already passed out from the filling turkey dinner, he believed that things had been going great and that life had no surprises for him.
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The drone of engines rattled through the metal and plastic frame of the cargo plane, waking Lelouch, the exiled prince turned masked terrorist. Grumbling as he awoke, blinking away the last of sleep's hold on him, he looked around, his brain still starting up, and thus, he was only confused as to why his room looked so barren, with exposed rivets along the metallic walls and canvas seating.
"Look who is finally awake," Hearing the unfamiliar voice jolted him into alertness, Lelouch taking a sharp breath as he turned his gaze to the source of that call, finding a tall brown haired wearing a long blue uniform vest with gold-colored trim over a black undershirt, loose sirwal pants, turban, and multiple gold piercings. "Thought we used a bit too much to make you got your beauty sleep." The man smirked.
Lelouch reactively tried to stand, only to come up short. Looking at his arms, he found they had been cuffed to the rails that made up the seat. The same was true of his feet, so he couldn't even kick. He also realized he wasn't wearing his pajamas but clothing similar in style to his captor.
“What,” He stopped, rephrasing the question. “Where are we going?”
“You can relax, your highness,” Lelouch narrowed his eyes at that telling comment. “We aren’t taking you to Britania.”
“The fact I’m restrained doesn’t make it seem like we’re allies either. Besides, why wouldn’t you want to hand me over? I’m sure my father would pay your mercenaries handsomely for it.” Lelouch surmised, to which the man chuckled as he flipped to another page.
“Clever, but we mercenaries aren’t such short-term creatures.” He retorted, not even caring to deny the claim of his profession. Though if he thought Lelouch would take being drugged, kidnapped, and transported to God knew where without a fight.
“What-!” Before he could give the order, the stranger pounced. His hand covered his geass before he could give the order, the magazine only just hitting the floor.
“That would be impolite, your highness,” the man told him, who, despite his speed of response, wasn't hurting him. "especially as we went with a near impossible clean extraction to ensure your sister and lover weren't harmed."
That was a reminder that only terrified Lelouch. “What did you do to them?”
“I just said it, didn’t I? We didn’t lay a finger on them.” The mercenary pulled back, Lelouch deciding against trying to use his geass again when it was clear this guy knew about it, and the fact, unlike with Mao or C.C., who had area of effect geass, his required eye contact. “We even changed your clothing into more presentable attire, though I had the misfortune of doing it.”
Lelouch was less than impressed. “Am I supposed to feel embarrassed or grateful for that?”
“Feel whatever you like, but I would feel pride as I got ordered one of my subordinates to do it,” The man pointed towards the back, where the rest of the mercenaries gathered, all looking the part of professional, seasoned killers.
Except the one who, despite looking like she could bench a car and having gone 6 rounds with a grizzly for how scarred she was, blushed and quickly looked away. Seeing that only made the man seated next to him chuckle as he pointed toward Lelouch's crotch. "One look at that bulge; she was as red as pig blood. You’ve been getting of practice with it, haven’t you, your highness?”
For once, Lelouch ignored the fact that his cock could get that sort of reaction out of women and focused more on the important things. "If not Britannia, then where are you taking me?" The fact that they claimed not to have touched C.C., along with the fact he couldn't feel her presence, at least meant she wasn't on the plane with them. But that didn't mean that his uncle wasn't somehow involved.
"Names' Swaile Qujappat; forgot to introduce myself, Your Highness," Swaile introduced as he started rummaging through his pockets. “But before I answer that, now that you’re awake, I need you to do something for me.”
Producing a compact satellite phone, he held it to Lelouch as if he could or would take it from him.
“And what would that be?” Lelouch asked.
"Making sure your harem doesn't tear apart Area 11 looking for you," Swaile responded as he dialed a number before hitting "call" and holding the phone to Lelouch's ear.
“Who is this?" Mao was the one who picked up, which meant that Swaile had known his house phone number. More importantly, Mao sounded close to another mental break as she didn't answer as she typically would, instead being impatient and snappy.
"Mao," Lelouch started, which got a gasp out of her. No doubt she assumed these would be his captors with a ransom demand.
“M-master?! Oh, is that you, master?” Despite how they met, and the fact she was still a violent crazy bitch, Lelouch frowned at how meek she sounded just then.
“It is. Apologies for worrying you all. It was not in my hands.” He made sure to be as honest as possible, as from this distance, there was no way for her to hear his thoughts and confirm them.
“I need to inform the others. C.C. woke up, and you weren't there, but no one knew where you were. Kallen is already out looking." She started rambling, Lelouch guessing that she had been told to remain at home and that she wasn't happy about that. However, with others involved, that could mean that the Black Knights are also active in the search.
“Mao,” Lelouch stopped her from rambling further, the woman sounding near hysterical on the other end. "Take a breath, that's right, like we showed you. I'm fine; they didn't hurt me…outside the drug that knocked me out.” Mao followed his prompts, taking deep, controlled breaths to calm herself. As she did so, she handed the phone off to someone else who wanted to hear him for herself.
“What happened?” No-nonsense as ever, Chantal asked, though Lelouch could also detect her fear and relief at hearing his voice.
"As you all must have feared, I was taken in the middle of the night, but not by mercenaries, and I can only assume they aren't in the employ of my uncle either," Lelouch stated, speaking freely. The odds that these people would know about his lineage and his geass made it likely they already knew about V.V.
“How did you get away from them? Never mind, where are you?” C.C. asked as she would need to call off the search for their missing leader and lover and prepare a retrieval team.
“I didn’t. I’m still on the plane, retrained with my captor holding the phone to my ear for me. As for the where?” Lelouch glared at Swaile, who only smirked back. “He’s being a cheeky bastard and refusing to tell me.”
“How did this happen?” Chantal asked as she hadn't felt anything off till she woke up to use the bathroom and found him gone. Mao, whose geass remained active even as she slept, hadn't picked up anything strange either.
Lelouch, having known all that, could only make an educated guess. “I’m betting that I’ll be getting those answers soon enough. But again, I want to make sure you’ll all okay.”
“You idiot, you're the one that got kidnapped and taken. God knows where!” As Chantal yelled at him, he had to move his head away from the phone.
“And yet, I still worry about causing you all needless pain by just vanishing like that. It's just not in my nature to do something so cowardly as to just up and leave you all, nor can I stand the thought of you all worried sick about me." Swaile raised an eyebrow but didn't speak as he let the man work his magic to calm his lover.
Chantal sighed but relented with the promise that he'd make up for this for all of them. “Do you know anything about this?”
"Only my captor's name, but he's a mercenary," Lelouch replied.
“His name.”
“Swaile Qujappat.” Lelouch relayed as he looked towards the man in question. “Anyway, I trust that this won’t be permanent?”
"Don't worry about that. I was just ordered to bring you in, but you'll be free to go in a maximum of two days. Maybe you'll be back on a plane to Area 11 by nightfall, Zero." He replied, knowing that C.C. on the other end could hear him.
"I'll hold you to that; if not, I trust they'll find me and make you regret this," Lelouch told him before returning to the call to inquire more about the rest and how things had gone since his forced trip out of the country.
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A couple of hours later, they stopped on the airstrip; only then was Lelouch finally uncuffed so that he could walk out and at least pretend like he wasn't here by force. Stepping off the plane, Lelouch immediately felt the harsh rays of the sun on his face and a gust of sandy wind.
Seeing him flinch, Swaile chuckled at the foreigner's response to his nation's harsh climate. "Welcome to Gralbahd, capital of the Kingdom of Zilkhstan, " he introduced, gesturing towards the city below and the wide waters of the warm Persian Gulf.
Hearing that, Lelouch snapped his head in his direction before looking around. The airstrip was clearly a military one, and well maintained and supplied, at that, with the dessert dunes to one side and the cliffs to the other.
He recognized the name of the nation; it was powerful. Known as the fourth uncrowned superpower, it was a nation of powerful warriors so powerful that it had kept its independence for centuries. Even now, with its neighbor to the west having been conquered, all Britannian attempts to push into its territory often ended in bloody and costly failures for the empire, though that's never reported to the greater public.
Such a reputation made their mercenaries the most desired in the world, bought by anyone with the funds to afford their ludicrous prices, but those who could pay never complained about their skills. Hell, if Britannia was more pragmatic, they would have hired them to handle some of their wars and gotten them down faster. But something else about them made Lelouch wary of even contacting them for their services.
Their Farlaf Order, a sect of the Geass Order that broke off 300 years ago, long before she took control of it, so she only had the records left by previous code-bearing leaders of them. 'That's most definitely the real reason my father hadn't used their services.' Lelouch knew that the Farlaf Order broke from the Geass Order over differences in beliefs. Such beliefs would have only hardened since, making any attempt to bring them into the fold a high-risk gambit, as if it failed, his father and uncle would be up against a formidable force with geass capabilities of their own.
But as he was led away from the airport and towards the city, he wondered why he was even here. When he asked, his ass of a guide merely said. "You'll see soon enough,"
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A quick trip later, and he was taken not to the royal palace or a prison…but to their temple, their most holy of sights, which got all of his guards to bow in respect to it. Escorted in, Swaile handed him to one of the female guards, the woman dressed in ornate white and gold uniforms, which both showed off some of her skin but also brought attention to her toned figure, which made the spear feel a little redundant as he bet she could handle him well enough without it.
She didn’t speak to him, and with the veil obscuring her features, he couldn’t tell what she was thinking all that well.
Walking through the temple's depths, smelling the charcoal and sunflower incense in the air, he wondered where he was being taken. The main altar? A central prayer area, perhaps an audience room of some kind?
It was none of those things as he picked up the faint smell of soap and the sound of running water up ahead. Surely not-
"She's waiting for you inside." His escort stated, having pulled open the curtain that led into what to be the baths. He looked her in the eye, and at this, in this instance, she shared his confusion over things, but she had been told to do this, and she would sooner die than refuse orders from the Holy Priestess.
"Why do I already know where this is going?" Lelouch muttered, but he stepped in, already stripping his borrowed clothing. As expected, the baths were warm, filled with steam from the hot water constantly being carried in. A domed ceiling adorned with mosaic tiles, warm alabaster walls, and soft lantern lights dancing off polished marble. That scent of soap was strongest now, but along with it, he picked up the scent of rosewater and sandalwood.
There was a shift in the mist, as in the central pool surrounded by carved stone benches and gold-accented faucets, was the woman he had been kidnapped and transferred nearly halfway across the world to see, and she was butt naked.
She also looked incredibly horny, her hand grasping at her right breast, teasing her nipple while her other hand was busy with her pussy, fingering herself in a display that Lelouch wouldn’t lie, was incredibly arousing.
Seeing him, her piercing blue eyes lit up with lust and fury. "You…damn you…" She cursed him but continued to pleasure herself, chasing her 2nd orgasm in the last 40 minutes, but it wasn't enough, not after…that.
"I should be the one saying that," Lelouch retorted as he threw his undershirt aside, revealing more of his physique, which only seemed to turn on Shamna, who gasped for breath, her horny eyes eating it up, which fed Lelouch's ego. As much as he hated it, Kallen's brutal exercise regiment, Sayoko, Chantal, and now Mao controlling his diet, meant that he was gaining the body of a warrior king.
"It's all your fault…you and your goddamn cock," She hissed out, her pussy tightening around her fingers. "Don't bother with your geass…countermeasures, just get here. Get here right now!" With everything else that had happened, Lelouch found that he wasn't considering his geass. Still, a Naomi-sounding voice told him he wouldn't need the power of the King.
Stepping out of his pants, he remained at the edge of the pool, his underwear doing little to hide his bulge, one which grew as blood flowed south. Instead, as the priestess continued to pleasure herself, he crossed his arms.
“And why should I get in? What do I get out of it?” Lelouch questioned.
“You have to…” Shamna moaned as she squeezed her breast but found it just wasn’t the same!
“Why?” Lelouch didn’t relent, and she broke.
“Because I need it! I need your cock, I need you to fuck me again, I can’t-I can’t cum like that again, you ruined me! Not even my servants and guards can satisfy me!” Lelouch looked around and saw that they weren't alone. More of those female guards and some servants were present. Still, all were confused, uncomfortable but most common-incredibly turned on by the sight of their master acting like a cock starved whore.
He couldn't blame them; his cock desired to remedy her that hunger.
“I’ve never met you before now.” Still, she sounded crazier than Mao, and that was saying something.
“My geass….my geass lets me transcend time,” His eyes widened as he momentarily forgot his lust. “I can…I can send my consciousness as far as 6 hours into the past when I die. We've met…dozens of times now. I tried. I really tried to make you my pawn, but you kept getting your hands on me, and…oh God, how can you fuck someone that good?! It's not fair."
That lust came back with a vengeance, and perhaps the biggest ego boasts after he had that foursome at Narita. She claimed they've met dozens of times now and that he's already seduced her and most likely fucked her harder than she thought possible.
The only issue was that he didn't remember this…but she did. It was getting to her as she was the only person who could take him for what was technically the first time on repeat. It seemed that no matter how much she did it, he managed to outperform his last performance each time, leaving her addicted to him.
The only other lover he had who acted this horny when the mood struck her was Villetta. Still, it seems like where she was already a cumwhore he merely claimed, he had unknowingly turned Shamna into one.
“So you wanted to turn me into your puppets, but now you want this?” Lelouch smirked as he stripped his boxers and held his hardened cock for her and the rest of the women to see; all attention latched into it as lips were lips, moans were made, and thighs rubbed together. Walking into the pool, he got close enough for Shamna to get a good, long look at the cock that had ruined her. “You want my cock?”
“Please…I can’t…I need you to fuck me. Fuck me like a complete whore, make me scream as you fill me up.” With that desperate plea, he decided to give her what she needed. But first
"Get over her; I want to see what the breasts of a priestess feel like." Shamna didn't need any further orders as the second, arguably highest-ranking person in the kingdom, crawled over to him and kneeled before his; grasping her large breasts, she looked up at him, breathless and so horny, but she had been through this already. She had no need to worry that he would tire. In fact, if he fired a few shots into her breasts, that'll just make him fucking all the more electric as when he gets going…oh God, when he gets going.
Clasping her breasts around his cock, she moaned at the feeling of the hot, throbbing shaft. This wasn’t the first time, it wasn’t even the 20th, but she could never fully prepare herself for just how massive his cock was, as its head and a few inches pocked out her breasts.
For Lelouch, he only let out a pleased grunt as he felt her soft, warm bosom around his cock. As she worked her way up and down the shaft, she made sure to lather the tip with attention, her tongue lapping up at the parts of his cock that couldn't stay hidden by her large breasts. She couldn’t get enough of the taste, as it seemed that with each repeat, she only grew all the more addicted to it.
She squeezed his cock harder, making sure she wasn't slacking in her performance, his throbbing member feeling like a hot iron rod as he started to leak some pre-cum; seeing it, she acted quickly and targeted the head, moaning at the taste hitting her tongue as Lelouch sat back as she made out with his cock while pumping her breasts around it.
Whether she was a woman who hadn’t taken vows of chastity, didn't hold them in particular value, or because of all the times they had already fucked that h sadly couldn't remember, couldn't say. What he could say was that she was giving a great performance, not just relying on her large bosom and the basic up and down, but using their weight, twisting, grinding, and shifting around as she went, all while licking and kissing his cock with such attention and hunger.
Such a performance was rewarded, and his sounds of appreciation were alleviated. "Yes, it," he encouraged, letting her do all the work—and man, was she working. "You've done this with other men?"
Shamna pulled back from his cock, leaving it covered in her saliva as she continued to work his throbbing shaft, pre-cum still leaking from his shaft and onto the top of her breasts. "Never…I was…well, still am a virgin."
He grabbed her by the hair, stopping her as she let out a whine of pain. "No other man will ever touch you. You're mine, understood?"
“I was yours for so long…no one else, no one else can satisfy me. Can I keep going? Can I?” She sounded so desperate, so hungry, so fucking horny as he shaved her head right into his cock, piercing her mouth and forcing her down till her lips kissed the top of her breasts.
"You can have it, but if you want it, work for it." She dutifully and eagerly did just that, sucking on his cock, her tongue curling around it and slathering it with the love and attention it needed. She loved it, how hot it was on her tongue, the taste pre-cum, how large his cock was, and after the first few times she made the mistake of having her servants present, she loved the rush she got from having them watch her debase herself like a common whore.
But knowing her new lover and master's tastes and, frankly, inhuman lust, if they thought she was acting like a complete slut, they'll learn for the first time…or was it 7th time, how it felt like to be fucked by what had to be a sex demi-God. As she continued, she stopped caring for the time and didn't want to repeat this. She wanted him to remember.
Remember her sucking him off, his cock in her mouth, between her tits, and anywhere else he decided to take her as she was so hungry that he could ask for just anything. If he told her she would only ever get his cock if she rode it while handling affairs of state? She would. She'd happily do if he told her to wear a collar that claimed her as his property. If he said she'll bear his children and become his concubine, she'll strip then and there and beg him to put a child into her belly.
In fact, so much time had passed that she hadn't realized that her experience and efforts were starting to pay off as he started to throb even harder, his dick almost growing larger with his coming climax.
Lelouch grabbed the back of her head and forced her as deep as she could go down on his cock with it still trapped in her breasts. "Don't waste a drop." She had a mini-orgasm at how authoritative he sounded, and a moment later, he came down into her mouth.
Shamna's eyes rolled to the back of her head as several thick long streaks of cum erupted into her mouth and tongue. Again and again, it kept on coming as Lelouch hissed out a groan; her tongue, already covered in his cum, continued to latch his throbbing cock, her breasts massaging it as well to get all he had to give out of him. Watching it, the servants and bodyguards were amazed and turned on by how their master's throat swallowed once twice and didn't stop.
Some had only ever been with one man, some were like their master, virgins who had never even seen a cock in person. And yet, Lelouch was blowing all that out of proportion with just how massive his cock was, how he could take the reigns of control and now seem to dump what had to be several loads worth of cum down their master’s willing horny throat.
"Drop the weapons and stip," Lelouch ordered, and none questioned it, far too entranced by his sexual prowess. As Shama slowly pulled off his cock, they went about stripping, exposing more of their bodies to his lustful gaze. Some of them, veterans of the battle, carried deep, ugly scars from burns, bullets, and blades. They would have otherwise covered them up, especially when they stood next to those servant girls with perfect, unblemished skin.
And yet, they felt it as much as they saw it. Lelouch's gaze only saw beauty in all of them, and they instinctively knew that they would receive his seed and become his women.
“So tasty, so thic-oh fuck yes!” Shamna cried as Lelouch picked her up and manhandled the older woman, turning around and bending her over the pool’s edge, presenting her large, phat ass to his gaze as he plumped his cock onto it, the woman shivering with anticipation as he was still as hard as iron, just as she had known he would be.
“We’ve done this before, right?” Lelouch asked, smacking her butt with his cock, smiling with glee as he watched her fatty, soft ass giggle with each impact. When she nodded, his smile only grew. “Then you know what I like.”
"It's not a safe day…master," Shamna told him, as she had long since figured out that he had a fetish for impregnation. He hadn't put a child into one of his other women; she didn't know or care, but she would take his sight and make sure, this first time, get it down.
Lelouch shifted his cock, rubbing it against her swollen, needy pussy. Parting them just a little as his shaft cut between them but nothing else. “But you still want it, don’t you? You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” The rest of the women feel deeper into their lust.
“You want me to claim your virginity?” Lelouch rubbed his cock even harder against her, making Shamna tear up as he tortured her by holding back.
“Yes!” Lelouch saw many of the naked women, all beautiful as if daughters of nymphs, start to pleasure themselves, eying their mistress with envy.
“You want to bear my children?” Lelouch asked another question.
“Make me a mother-Of Gods above, yes!” He didn't give her warning, only pulling back so that his cock's head came to rest on her pussy before he thrust in, burying nearly his entire cock into her, piercing into her womb in a single shot. The surprise mixed with pleasure and sharp pain as her virginity was violated once more, sending her into a toe-curling orgasm as she screamed in joy.
Sadly…or more accurately, fortunate for her, Lelouch wouldn't give her even a moment to think or enjoy this lone, near-therapeutic orgasm as he grabbed her shapely hips and immediately went to work, pulling out enough that his very tip remained inside her crushing, searing depths before he thrust it back in. Shamna screamed in hedonistic joy as Lelouch didn’t make love to her, didn’t have sex with her.
He fucked her, taking every corner of her pussy, pulling her ass back as he thrust into her, his hips and nuts smacking into her ass with harsh, wet smacks.
"Oh Gods, yes-take me, fuck me, fuck me like that, just like that master!" Shamna begged as Lelouch sent her to heaven and refused to let her down as one orgasm melded with the next, leaving her climbing higher as Lelouch let out a deep throaty laugh. Leaning forward, he grasped her breasts and quickly went for her sensitive nipples, causing the woman to tear up as all the many times Lelouch had fucked her in every position he wished, it all added up.
As he twisted her nipples, her mind broke.
Feeling her giving his cock an especially hard squeeze, Lelouch pulled them back up, hands still on her breasts, hips slamming into her big, phat ass as he looked at her face and saw it; this was a first, but he had seen enough of Naomi's porn to know what one went from ahegao to mind break.
“You,” He pointed towards one of the guards, a woman who seemed to be a couple inches taller than him and built like a hardened soldier, the same woman whose breasts were massive with her hand buried in her pussy.
“Y-yes?” His cock throbbed at that response.
“Get over her and suck on her tips." He ordered, Shamna unable to realize what he was doing, much less respond as the woman, someone who had sworn to protect her life and follow her orders, obeyed Lelouch without a thought, getting into the pool with them as Lelouch shifted back to give her the space to start, her lips latching into Shamna's sensitive tit.
As she sucked and licked on her mistress tits, Lelouch returned his hands to Shamna's hips, holding her nice and tight as he continued to plow her.
"You," He called out to one of the servants, his gaze landing on her wide hips as his horny mind noted they were perfect for childbearing. "Lick her pussy as I fuck it." Like the first, there were no questions or hesitation as she came in. The first made room for the new woman to kneel before her queen's crotch, seeing how her pussy was being split wide open by his massive cock.
Salivating at the sight, she nearly asked him to let her at least suck on it, but his orders had been given and she wouldn't disobey. So she started eating out her mistress, but Lelouch was still fucking his cock into her pussy; that meant licking both his shaft as it sawed in and out in slow, deep thrusts and focusing on Shamna's clitoris, which only made the mentally shattered woman's orgasm, squirting a little onto her servant's tongue.
"Lastly," Lelouch groaned from the gut as Shamna was only getting tighter. He picked out another two, both of them guards. You two, pick one of you gets that guard that brought here while the other gets over here. I'm not leaving till you all understand you're all mine."
Both lamented and whined at being made to choose, the two women looking desperate for his affection. Shame, they were twins, but alas, he couldn't take them at the same time, at least, not now, but this was a happy surprise. He’d never fucked twins before. In fact, he’s never taken siblings. Or maybe he should try and get the rare mother/daughter combo, but how…?
Maybe he should ask Kallen if she was serious about them…disciplining her bitch of a stepmother would be a good way for the two to bond.
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And we're here, after this fun and very horny adventure, we're got to the final chapter of Golden Ending. I have to admit, I had some reservations about this, but once I started the planning, man, did I go the distance with it and had a laugh along the way as…let's call it fluff(if you watch Lost Pause, you know) logic really speeds things along as I tried to keep some logic in the beginning, but as things built up, that sorta fell away as when more of the foundation for events is based off the fluff, well as you read thus far, that gives you a lot of liberty of how to go forward.
Now, I do plan on releasing 4 extra chapters; think of them as DLC for this gamified version of the story, but they won't come out for a couple weeks, partly because May/June is Exam month for me and partly because as my readers can attest to, it really screws with my schedule to have 2 uploads on the same day as I wasn't able to finish the chapter for More Then You Think today and will have to post that next week.
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Naomi: And at least he's become it. A true Eroge protagonist. Look at him, he didn’t even have to do anything and she was already wet.
Shamna: What.The.Fuck?!
Kallen: Are you unhappy with how things turned out, Queenie? You're the one that kept repeating him fucking your brains out. There's a reason we take breaks.
Shamna: He broke my mind!
Kaguya: Would you rather he put you to sleep forever, Sleeping Beauty type?
Shamma:…I didn't say that just…well, he could have been gentler with me. I was a virgin before this.
C.C: Didn’t sound like you wanted him to be anything close to gentle.
Lelouch: At this point, I’m not even angry. Just impressed.
