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Lal-Zod of Krypton: Lemon Chronicles	By : Sake4Every1 Category: +. to F > Code Geass Views: 13622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warning: This story is intended for a mature audience. Anyone under the age of majority should leave now. This story contains scenes of nudity, sexual and adult situations, language, rough sex, heterosexual sex, homosexual sex (lesbianism), incest, self-cest (clones, AU counterparts), and a variety of other fetishes.
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Lal-Zod of Krypton: The Lemon Chronicles
Chapter XII
Milly/Lelouch
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Milly recognized when the change overcame Lelouch – only a breath of time was spent in the moment after her lips connected with his, before he was pushing against her with an aggressiveness that she didn't think he was comfortable with. But unlike his fears that he would hurt her if he lost control, Lelouch seemed perfectly capable of maintaining an acceptable, but strong grip on her body, petting at her supple form with hard and yet gentle touches that made her yearn for his touch.
Lelouch suddenly pulled away from her, his violet eyes glowing in the dim morning light that came from her windows. His fingers stroked her cheek reverently, and she heard his voice speaking softly in a language that she couldn't recognize, and yet sounded like he was singing gently to her, almost worshiping her being. She met his intense, loving gaze, and felt the heat radiating from her center and covering her cheeks and neck with her blush. She did not expect this level of reaction from him. Did not expect this level of emotion that he was displaying for her.
“What is it? What are you saying, Lulu?” Milly begged, and Lelouch laughed, kissing her nose, before pushing her off of his lap, only to climb over her as he pressed her to the bed. He held her to him, whispering his strange song, and running his hands over her body. Milly bit her lip and looked up at him. Lelouch shut his eyes and groaned in dismay.
“Does the moon desire the sun, or the sun desire the moon? Do the skies envy the Earth, or does the Earth swoon?” Lelouch mused. Milly looked up at the young man, surprised by the embarrassed blush on his face. She felt a smile on her face as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and urge him down upon her.
When he let her go, Milly was breathless, but immensely happy, marveling at her childhood friend as she stroked his pale cheek.
“You really were singing?” Milly giggled, feeling feverish in the moment. Lelouch smiled, reached for her hand and brought it up to his mouth to lay a kiss upon her knuckles.
“It came to me, suddenly,” he explained, “the Kryptonian language sounds like music – and I suddenly felt the desire to praise you,” he insisted. His eyes darkened with raw emotion and unbearable lust, as he leaned towards her and drew in a deep breath. “Your presence does things to me, all of me, that I'm only beginning to understand...to accept...” he explained. Milly felt herself flushing, but she didn't resist as he pressed her against him and let her feel the effects that her presence had on him.
Milly gasped. The feel of him pressed against her thighs made her hyper aware of the effects that he had on her. Then Lelouch was sweeping his face down to smother her lips with his. His hands moved across her, making her body sing. She clung to him, moaning, arching against him.
“Lelouch, please,” Milly gasped the moment Lelouch pulled away. But he ignored her, kissing down her chin and moving to her throat, worshiping the pale flesh with his tongue and lips, caressing a fire through her veins.
Lelouch's hands were not idle, moving up under her nightgown to press his warm hands across her feverish flesh. But Lelouch was hotter then her, burning like the sun, and make her ache with needs and desires that blinded her to everything but his presence.
Lelouch was singing again, a low murmur that swelled the emotions in her bosom and spilled over her whole body, making her body cry out for him. For his touch, and his love.
“What is it you want of me, Milly?” Lelouch questioned, pressing himself against her, so that she could feel his hardness even while his hands stroked a fire across her flat stomach and underneath her breasts. Milly bit her lip, feeling his heat overwhelming her body like a drug taking over her senses. Everything about her became centered on him – all her senses becoming acutely aware of his presence and his actions. His touch made her blood boil, his voice made her heart sing, his scent made a fever crash down upon her mind, and his image shined upon her mind's eye like the glow of the sun.
“P-please,” Milly gasped, rocking against him, searching for him, wanting everything that he could give her, “I want...you...”
Lelouch sighed, a resigned smile on his face. He nodded, bent down over her and feathered her lips and her face with kisses. Milly let him do as he liked, just absorbing his affections like a man dying of thirst. She thirsted for him, in ways that she had never thirsted for anyone. Lelouch could never know just how important he was to her, about the effects that he had on her body and mind.
She reached for him, grabbing his collar in frantic hands, jerking him down and wrapping her legs around him. She felt his length rubbing against her, separated only by the thin material that blocked them. She was wet and ready, and slightly embarrassed at the knowledge that she was staining his pants, but she refused to be denied her desires.
Lelouch murmured in his odd language, his hands ghosting underneath her nightgown and running a fiery trail over her sensitive skin. She didn't resist when his hands pulled the gown off her, nor shy away when his eyes drank in the splendor of her naked body. She was completely bare to him, without shame or regret. This was where she wanted to be – she did not question everything that brought them to this point. This was her dream, she would not second guess herself now that she was at this point.
Lelouch dipped down to her, and she watched him running his mouth across her collarbone, then across the surface of her chest, his lips and tongue brushing across the tops of her breasts, and then between the valley of her chest. When he finally pulled the peak of one of her breasts into his mouth, she shuddered against him and pressed herself further into him.
Lelouch was careful and a quick study, running over her hard nipple with his tongue and then across his teeth. He experimented with her right breast for only a moment, before moving to her left and repeating the process. After that, he pulled away to kiss at her flat stomach, while his hands went up to pet at her chest.
Milly was aching for him, moving her pelvis against his, breathing heavily. Lelouch lowered his hands and restrained her, looking up with amusement on his face. She glowered and he chuckled.
“Patience,” he cautioned. She eyed him as he went back to worshiping her body, following an invisible path down her slender form, lips and tongue urging a fire in her body. She trembled underneath him, all the more annoyed when he moved his pelvis away from her, only so that he could continue his path down her form.
She wanted him – every part of him. From his love to his paranoia. From his body to his mind. She wanted every part of him. Living all the years in uncertainty as she watched Lelouch ignore her was painful. And though she had admitted her own love for him, she still wondered how he felt for her despite her assurances that she wouldn't question him.
She knew that he had to feel something, even if it wasn't love. Because of Lelouch's hatred for his father, she knew that he wouldn't have sex with just anybody. At the very least he would have to care for her if he was going this far, and intending to go even farther if she was reading the signs right.
“Lulu,” she implored, causing him to pause from where he was feathering kisses across her pelvis, intending to go further downwards. He looked up, and their eyes locked.
He seemed to understand what her hesitance meant, slowly removing himself to climb up beside her and press her against him. His hands moved through her hair, fingers dancing through her golden locks, and his violet eyes searching her own blue gaze.
Finally, he broke the silence by claiming, “I don't have the strength to resist you anymore...”
“Lulu?” she wondered at the explanation. He sighed, pressing his forehead against hers.
“All these years,” Lelouch mused, shutting his eyes with a note of resignation, “I've tried to fight my feelings. Tried to deny my loneliness...convince myself that it was necessary...that I even deserved it,” he smiled grimly, opening his eyes to stare into hers. “I still do, you know...but I don't have the strength to fight my feelings anymore...to keep pushing you away...”
“I thought you were afraid that you'd hurt me,” Milly questioned, but at these words, Lelouch surprised her by murmuring his acknowledgement and not showing his displeasure at this.
“I still am, of course – that will never go away,” he told her, moving one hand to stroke her cheek. “But now I know that I can control myself – at least around you.”
“Why?” Milly pressed. He smiled humorlessly, the kind of smile that hid the dark thoughts circling through a pained mind.
“All this time, I've been fighting myself,” he mused. He pressed his lips to her hairline, and his voice was muffled as he continued. “But there was never anything to fight in the first place. Every fiber of my being wants to protect you; to love you; and to worship you...” at the “L” word being spoken by him, Milly felt the euphoria beginning to set upon her.
“You shouldn't be afraid that you'll hurt me, Lulu,” Milly spoke, urging him to lay back as she climbed astride his form, “It's kind of inevitable, you know.” As Lelouch's face began to grow tight with his self-loathing and pain, she continued. “I am a virgin after all.”
Lelouch's face relaxed, he shut his eyes as he dwelt on her words.
“I'd forgotten about that issue,” Lelouch wondered aloud, opening his eyes to stare at her, “Would you really be so willing knowing that?” he mused.
“For you, yes,” Milly smiled. Lelouch looked up to her, silent, searching. So she explained.
“I told you, Lulu – you're my life. I've accepted the possibility of pain both in losing my virginity and in loving you if it meant that I could have you. It doesn't matter to me, because you are worth it,” she told him.
“Do you think I could forgive myself?” he asked miserably.
“You will,” she promised, nodding knowledgeably, “How can you hate yourself if I'm happy?” at her words, his face relaxed. He stared up at her, his right hand moving to stroke her hip absentmindedly.
“Even if I told you that we couldn't have children together?” he prompted, watching her carefully.
Milly considered the matter, briefly, before deciding that it really didn't matter all that much to her. Children would be nice, sometime in the distant future, but it wasn't the end all, be all point of their relationship. If the only thing that she could have was him, then she'd be content with that.
“Yes, I think I would,” she smiled, moving her right hand down to clasp Lelouch's left. “Children would be nice, sometime in the future, but it would only really be a topping on the cake. You, on the other hand, I can't live without. Can you accept that fact?” she questioned.
Lelouch sighed. “It has to be considered, Milly.” At her look he explained, “Kryptonians are only genetically compatible with a small portion of the population of the human race, and while my existence as a human/Kryptonian hybrid means that I'm more genetically compatible to humans, it is only a marginal amount. There's a chance that we just aren't compatible genetically...” he warned.
“We'll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Milly advised. Lelouch grimaced, so she sighed, shaking her head, “I mean it, Lulu. Whether we can actually have kids or not doesn't matter to me. My life is about you first, Lelouch. If we could have children in the future then that would be pleasant, but it isn't a make it or break it point. It would just be a nice add-on to an already wonderful package...”
Lelouch took a breath.
“I told you – I don't have the strength to resist you anymore,” Lelouch warned. He sat up, drawing her into his arms now, eyes smoldering with emotions and lusts. “If you can live with all the bad things that will accompany me, then I won't fight you on the matter anymore. But I can't help worrying about you...whether it'll be a good idea to give up your life for me...”
“I'm not giving anything up,” Milly whispered, stroking his cheek with wonder. It was times like these where Milly knew exactly what Lelouch's nature was. It was what drew her to him. “To me, this is my life. You are my life.” She placed her hand above his heart.
“There's other things, though,” Lelouch warned, “Things I'm not sure about...Nunnally, Sayoko, C.C., Kara...there's things that haven't been cleared up. I can't guarantee that I can actually give you my heart...” he explained. She smiled.
“Then give me a piece of it,” she advised, lowering herself to brush her lips gently across his, “Love me with however much you are able to give. I told you that I'm fine sharing, Don't feel as if you owe me everything,” she told him. He grimaced.
“But I do,” he breathed, holding her to his body with a possessiveness that was endearing, “I owe you that and more. You shouldn't...” he took a deep, calming breath, lowering his voice. “You shouldn't have to get left overs...”
“Oh Lulu,” Milly smiled, smothering his lips were hers. “You have a lot to learn about love...” she mused against his lips.
“Milly?” he asked as she drew away. She smiled.
“You can love more then one person,” Milly explained. “In fact, you can love a whole lot of people,” she told him. “In fact, I've known that you've been in love with several other women your whole life...that was something that you couldn't hide from me...” she stated. “I'm not asking for complete ownership of your heart, because I know that is impossible. Instead, I just want whatever it is that you can give me freely.”
A quiet settled between them as Lelouch mused on her words, staring at the wall, his hands absently rubbing her hip and her right hand. Then he broke the silence.
“Then it's yours,” he breathed. He looked back to her, with so much emotion in his eyes that she felt like crying in response. “I told you, no more resisting...”
“Lulu...” and what was she supposed to say to that? For there was no need for words. Both knew that they had finally crossed the impasse, and were now walking down a path that they both shared...together.
Milly's lips came crashing across his, feverish in their need. Lelouch was hard and gentle, and quite inquisitive as he explored her mouth with his lips and tongue, while his hands worshiped her naked flesh. In the heat of the moment, Milly didn't realize that she was tugging at Lelouch's white flight suit, or that Lelouch was helping her remove it from his body. They only pulled apart enough to remove the shirt and pants, before they were both bare and exploring each other with every bit of their repressed lusts spurring their actions on.
Lelouch was careful with her, even while his presence overwhelmed her own. He pressed her to the bed while his hands and his lips roved the length of her supple form, feeling like the caress of angels on her super heated flesh. There was no more questions, no more pauses between them as she let him go about his intentions. Lelouch took an excruciatingly long amount of time to venture across her body, seeking out every spot on her body that brought her pleasure and manipulating those points that made her gasp in delight with cruel intensity. By the time he pushed apart her legs and suckled at her heated sex she was already on the verge of a massive climax the likes of which that she couldn't even begin to imagine; made all the more important and intense by the fact that it would be her first orgasm ever.
Then he was lapping at her moist, heated flesh, and she was toppling over the edge, clinging to him and squealing in delight as she urged him in his exploration. Lelouch carefully manipulated her, somehow finding how to lengthen her orgasm and excite it further until she was stumbling into a second orgasm on the wave of the first, that proceeded a third, fourth, and fifth, until all she was became a shuddering, squealing mess as she experienced his talents for the first time in her life. She lost count as to how many times he made her reach euphoria, until everything bled white and she let go of her consciousness.
When she blinked open her eyes, the sun was high enough that her whole room was bright. She was back in her bed, which she realized had a change of sheets and blankets, and Lelouch was pressed against her, only half naked.
“I passed out,” she grumbled irritably, her voice scratchy with thirst. Lelouch chuckled at her annoyance at herself.
“It should be expected, since I didn't give you a chance to recover,” he pointed out. She glared at him, huffing at his carefree way of handling the situation. Of course he didn't blame her for leaving him there without any sort of satisfaction! That was so like him.
“I hate you,” she sighed.
“What's the matter?” he wondered, petting at her shoulders. Milly eyed him thoughtfully.
“If I asked you to let me continue where we left off, before I passed out, and maybe without the whole endless wave of orgasms, would you let me do it?” she worried her bottom lip, flushing at his intense gaze.
“Why? Didn't you like it?” he worried now. She smiled at his worry. As selfish as Lelouch could be, he was also invariably selfless in a way that he himself didn't understand.
“Of course I did,” she chuckled sheepishly. “We just didn't get to do anything. That was all you. And for once I want to be the one who makes you see stars,” she dared him to refute her.
“You do realize that I'm fueled by the sun,” he said meaningfully, eying the bright window. Milly frowned.
“Oh, shut up,” she groaned. “You know what I mean...”
“Yeah,” she could see how uncomfortable he was at this conversation, so she moved, throwing back the blanket. She only paused to toss aside the new nightgown that she had been dressed in, before tugging at his pants.
“You dressed us again,” and then she eyed the bed, “And changed the sheets.” He blushed.
“Your maid stopped by,” he stated, completely red now. The remembrance of her own personal Shinozaki ninja maid, acquired after Sayoko left her family to join the Lamperouge siblings' employ brought an amused snort to the fore. She was paid for by her grandfather, who mostly funded the whole Ashford family due to generous donations by Lelouch and other students in the academy. She had been there to watch as she and Lelouch fumbled through their lives, and had suspected that they would eventually become an item. “Luckily, she didn't think our situation that strange. She seemed to think that this would eventually happen between us, so she didn't rush off to tell anyone. But she did make sure that I locked the door and properly change the sheets and our clothes so that you wouldn't be cold...” at that, Milly snorted.
“As if I could get cold with my own personal furnace plastered to my body,” she gripped at his right bicep, smiling, “Gotta love them Kryptonian heaters.”
“Speaking of that...are you thirsty?” he questioned, reaching aside to grab a glass and a pitcher of water off her night table and pouring her a drink. “With my body temperature I'm worried about you possibly getting dehydrated...” he handed her the glass.
Milly grimaced at the reminder of the soreness in her throat that she had been ignoring since she regained consciousness. She drank it quickly, before handing it back to him, shaking her head when he offered her more.
“You wouldn't have to worry if you had Zod change me,” she pointed out. He frowned.
“Is it not enough that I'm willing to be with you? Do you really wish to give up your humanity so easily?” he asked. She sighed.
“Of course not,” she pointed out. At his look she continued. “But I want to be there for you, to share your life with you, completely. Not just your love, or your body, but everything. If I have to give up my humanity for that, then so be it...” she wasn't surprised at the agony that crossed his face at her words.
“Milly, I'm only now accepting who and what I am,” Lelouch warned her, “If you were to be...changed...the world will be a different place for you. You will see and hear and experience things that you couldn't as a human...and the world will be like glass to you – so very fragile and brief...”
“You mean like the way I am to you?” she questioned. He shut his eyes.
“It doesn't have to be so black and white,” Lelouch explained, “We can still be together even if you are a human and I am a Kryptonian – Zod claims that it is completely possible... This is a permanent thing that we're talking about, and one day you might hate me for agreeing to it...” he explained. Milly understood now; he was admitting that Kryptonians lived for a lot longer then humans. But Milly also didn't care, and knew that she was wearing him down.
“My choice, Lelouch, don't take that away from me,” she told him. He sighed.
“Of course not,” and he kissed her.
They didn't speak again – Milly absorbing the fact that she had won the argument and Lelouch silent with his thoughts. He let her hands wander over his sculpted, heated flesh, marveling at his body. He was like a Greek god given physical form, so much beyond the human coil. She was frantic as she tried to experience all of him, everything that he had to give, and yet trying to savor it at the same instant.
Lelouch gently helped her explore, letting her do the same as she had him. She pet his hot flesh, kissed and nipped and transversed every inch she could find. When her hands eventually closed around him he groaned and let his head fall back against her pillow.
Milly greedily drank in the sight of his form, and worshiped at his length. He was perfect, made above and beyond any other human. She didn't think she'd be able to comfortably take him into herself for the first few times they had sex, but she would give it her all and not complain. She had meant what she had said; Lelouch was worth the pain, even if she had to go through it a dozen or so times until she could truly enjoy him. And nothing would convince her otherwise.
Lelouch watched her as she climbed atop his lap, their eyes locking as she placed his head at her entrance, before she was sinking down on him. He waited patiently, whispering soothingly, stroking her thighs and arms as she came to her barrier. When she pushed passed it, sinking him further into her, the pain made all the strength leave her body and she clung to him desperately.
Lelouch didn't persist, holding her, soothing her, petting at her. The pain didn't lessen, but eventually Milly mustered a tolerance enough to sink herself as far onto him as possible, her depths uncomfortably expanded beyond reason, and sending sharp stabs of pain through her whole body.
Lelouch held himself very still, even while he continued to pet and whisper to her in and effort to comfort her. Of course, nothing was enough to calm the pain in her, except time.
They must have sat there for an hour before the pain began to lessen. Milly buried her face into Lelouch's shoulder, breathing heavily as she tried to calm herself. Lelouch continued to murmur in her ear, hands moving across her body. His touch was gentle and feathering across all the points in her body that excited her. It helped, enough that the pain was at least bearable.
She reached for him, kissing him urgently. She wanted him to know that she didn't blame him, and that she was recovering. She didn't think that she could give him pleasure, or at the very least share it with him. But he didn't push for her to continue, letting her do as she wished.
She tried continuing where they left off, to rise and complete the motion by coming back down again, but the moment made the pain all the worse. Lelouch recognized what she was trying to do, and began roving his hands across her body in an effort to draw her mind from the new burst of pain.
It helped, enough so that she could complete the motion and perform the first thrust. But that was as far as she could get as her depths spasmed in pain. Lelouch watched her face intently, before lowering his right hand to her sex and beginning to manipulate her.
The pleasure this action brought about helped, enough that she was able to slowly ride him with only the barest amount of pain. But if she attempted to speed up then the pain became unbearable. Lelouch studied her carefully, searching all the points on her body that helped ease her pain with his hands and mouth.
Eventually, Lelouch's hands across her body and his searching mouth coupled with the slow probing of his sex in her started to ignite the slow burn of her lusts again. It made this situation bearable, and she was careful enough that she was able to keep a slow pace that kept the pleasure going without exciting any more pain.
The orgasm that followed brought with it relief, but she knew that Lelouch hadn't followed her in the moment, so she persisted, picking up the slow rhythm again. This was made easier since the newest orgasm had helped lubricate her walls, so that it helped him move through her.
She quickly built to another orgasm and spiraled out of control again, having to rest for a few moments after the event as the pain and pleasure had exhausted her. Lelouch didn't say nothing, pausing in his manipulations of her body to let her rest.
When she had caught her breath she started again, actually able to increase the pace a slight amount without any noticeable heightening of her pain. Lelouch murmured into her ear, a whistling song on his breath that made her tingle in a way that had nothing to do with physical pleasure, and yet added to the situations of pleasure in her body.
This time, as she neared her end, Lelouch cautioned her.
“Milly,” he warned, and a glance showed that his face was drawn tight with restraint. Milly clenched her eyes shut and urged her body a little faster to help him along, the new burst of pain mixing with her pleasure so that her own end was rising quickly as well.
“I-inside,” she pleaded. He didn't say anything else.
Milly mashed her face into Lelouch's shoulder, gnashing her teeth into his invulnerable skin. Lelouch grunted, buried his nose into her hair and shuddered. Milly mirrored the action with her own shudder of pleasure.
For a brief moment, Milly felt complete, as her own orgasm was joined with Lelouch's. As her body clenched around him, he was expelling everything into her. The knowledge of this often fantasized coupling becoming true brought a thought to the forefront. Obviously, they would need to see Zod soon to find out if they were genetically compatible at all, and if they were they would need to see if Zod had any Kryptonian equivalent to the after morning pill.
For now, though, Milly exhaustedly settled against Lelouch, overcome by the trial that was their shared first time. She dearly hoped that the experience would get better, soon, because she already felt like she could sleep for a week.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note:
And there's the first lemon scene to the story.
This story is a compilation/companion story to my story on fanfiction (dot) net “Lal-Zod of Krypton”. This story will detail all the lemon/lime scenes that I can't put into it's companion story because of fanfiction (dot) net's rules about censorship. This is a Lelouch/harem story, as well as featuring other pairings that I may or may not do lemons for. Here's a list of all the (current) pairings of the story.
Lelouch/Harem:
Wives: Nunnally/C.C./Kallen/Sayoko/Kara (Supergirl)/Karen (Kara's-Clone/Powergirl)/Milly/Euphemia/Shirley/ Diana (Wonder Woman)
Concubines: Cornelia/Kaguya/Maxima/Villetta/Cecile/Rakshata/Nonette/Tianzi
Mistresses: Raven/-Pending (To be determined after this last poll)
There's a NEW POLL for the last girl/woman to wind up on Lelouch's harem on my fanfiction (dot) net profile. Depending on which girl or woman winds up as the winner of the poll will determine if a new girl or woman winds up as a wife/concubine/or a mistress. Check it out if you haven't already.
Rolo (Ultraman/Superman/Kal-El)/Lucy Lane/Anya Alstriem (Knight of Six – After Marianne's Soul is removed)
Ohgi Kaname/Lois Lane
Suzaku Kururugi/Guinevere su Britannia/Carine ne Britannia/Dorthea Ernst (Knight of Four)
ZeRoX (Mystery Character)/? (More Mystery Characters!)
Anyways, that's really all I have to say at this moment. Please leave a comment with your thoughts, since I like them and crap.
Ta.
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