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The Land of the Rising Son	By : sexdottxt Category: +. to F > Code Geass Views: 1044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-A Doll Named Kallen
- 2-Marvelous Milly
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It had been a vicious battle. Lelouch's cunning was sharp as ever and the strength of the Black Knights had hounded the great Britannian Empire. But in the end they had lost. And now Lelouch was brought back to a face he hoped he would never see again.
Charles smiled at the sight of his son so defeated. His Geass power was partially awakened, out of control even. Sitting high on his throne he put his hand under his chin and smiled. Suzaku was behind him, holding him down.
Suzaku spoke his of his desires to become a Knight of the Round. He announced he would change the empire from within. That amused the Emperor. He must have felt brave saying that.
Charles did not admonish him either. He knew of this one's desires and ambitions. They didn't matter to him one bit. He would give him a place at the table. Enough to let him taste the leftover scraps of nobles like him so he could feel important. But he would never relent in his hold over the Elevens. And Suzaku had the knife to the Emperor's throat in the form of his son and his great power and yet he bowed. No matter what the situation, he would always be a cur.
Charles unleashed his own power upon his son, demonstrating why exactly he was the Emperor. Lelouch fell to the ground, unable to comprehend what was happening to him. Suzaku looked almost concerned for his friend. But Charles looked at him sternly. “Leave us." Suzaku nodded and did as he was told. “Rise,” he said to Lelouch. Despite his weakness, his mind being broken as the new memories took root inside his mind, he did exactly as he was told.
“You have misbehaved rather badly my son. Snarling at me with your fangs. But I am merciful. I reward strength. I reward power. And I reward beauty. Yes, of all my sons, you are one most fit to inherit my throne! That other one will serve as he is meant to do. But you are meant to rule. And I have a most fitting reward for you. You are now Viceroy of the Elevens. Their people are for you to do as you please. I trust you will enjoy the privilege of your station.”
Lelouch returned to Japan that very evening. The Britannian guards who earlier showed disdain at this treacherous son turning against his father saluted him for the new station he enjoyed. Even Cornelia was forced to show favor to her traitorous brother.
She led Lelouch through the palace. He was brought to a great room built in the highest towers, standing tall above the ramparts. It was splendid. The sun shone through, it was decorated with lovely furniture and the finest luxuries. And there was one other thing too.
It was Kallen Stadtfeld. She preferred to go by Kouzuki but here she would always be Stadtfelt. She had the features of a native Britannian. But instead she had chosen to rebel. Still, much like his son, she was strong. And the Emperor would never punish one of his people.
She was wearing a fine crimson dress. The long sleeves adorned her arms and it had a long skirt which covered her legs, the kind of thing that would be worn at a ball. It was of top quality too, embroidered with flowers and the patterns of the Britannian Empire and her hair falling back was combed back to look as fine as possible, she really did look like a princess. But her collarbone and shoulders were exposed leaving a large window to her breasts, it accentuated her already ample cleavage. And with her forced to wear it in a place like this, it was terribly humiliating for her.
“Lelouch!” she said.
“Welcome home my brother,” Cornelia said. “This will be your new room in my palace. And this is the prisoner.”
Lelouch looked her over. Something about her ticked in the back of his mind. Charles' spell had only just begun to take effect and there were still vestiges of his old self left.
But at the same time, his father's promise appealed to him. That dress looked great on Kallen. He saw the pleading in her eyes only for a second. He was far more distracted by her rack.
“Yes," he said firmly, not looking away.
That answer pleased Cornelia. She was worried he might try to break her out right now. But he was truly one of theirs again. Traitors deserved no such sympathy, let alone proud Britannians who chose to side with Elevens. “Good. We have dressed her finely before her execution. I presume you will show her no mercy and...”
“Leave us.”
She looked blankly at him. “What?” She wasn't sure if she heard him right.
He looked right back at her with a vicious glare in his eyes. “Leave us.” That was definitely an order.
“Brother I am an Imperial Princess of Britannia and...”
His hand snapped up to her throat and he shoved her back so hard she almost fell on her back. "You will not disturb us," he hissed. It was his willpower and none of his well known lack of physical strength that empowered him at that moment. She remembered the reports about his power, had suspected he had killed Clovis. She still didn't understand why father let him live. She would not take the risks. She hurried away and shut the door behind her.
That gesture warmed something in Kallen's heart. Cornelia was not only a vicious warrior, but also a proud royal in the Britannian family. She was liable to crush you between your boot as she was to spit in your face. But Lelouch sent her away.
She ran over to him and embraced him. "Thank you Lelouch! I'm so happy to see you again! I thought they were going to kill you and..."
"Who are you?" he said.
She looked up at him. "What?"
"Who are you?"
"It's me, Kallen! Don't you remember?"
He set her back. "Mind your distance. I am Prince Lelouch vi Britannia. We are not equals and you should learn your place."
Her heart sank hearing that. “Please Lelouch, snap out of it!” He still said nothing. “Zero!”
He blinked hard. Why do her words feel so familiar? he thought to himself. That name rung a bell. But he ignored it. Not when the prospect of doing things with this woman was so tempting.
He boldly strode on over to her and kissed her. She offered no resistance. He brushed his lips on hers from the beginning and she weakly kissed back, feeling blessed to receive this kind of affection from her leader she cherished. She also hoped it would awaken his original self again. Encouraged by her compliance he became forceful with her, opening his lips and shoving his tongue right inside her mouth.
She did not resist. She kissed him back deeply, holding onto his shoulders, appreciating him. She didn't know what had happened to him since that confrontation with Suzaku, but he wasn't hurting her. There might have still been a sliver of his original self locked away.
When he broke the kiss, there was a line of spit between their tongues. He studied her expression. Her eyes were almost pleading with him. But he didn't understand what she wanted. He looked down at her chest, all too exposed to him.
She cupped his face so that they were looking right at each other again. "Lelouch, please. I..." She kissed him again. He gave it right back to her, hungrily exploring her mouth as she was doing to him. His royal pride surged to the forefront, he intended to enjoy her as much as possible.
This woman was beautiful and there was something familiar about her presence. Still kissing her, her him, his hands found her breasts all too vulnerable to his touch. He massaged them through the dress, he loved how good they felt on his hands, big and soft and coupled with the soft texture of that dress, the feeling was heavenly. Everytime he did it, she moaned within their kiss. The sounds were making him fall in love with her.
His fingers flicked her erect nipples, by now pointing right out. She broke the kiss and gasped like a sweet little maiden. But she was still holding onto his shoulders, she did nothing to escape him, and she was even looking down at him, her cheeks tinged beet red. Looking into her eyes, he could see that she was at a loss for words.
He'd give her something to croak about. He pinched her nipples through the dress with a surprising amount of force. Enough to make her squeak loudly. Grinning, he relented the grip of his fingers and then pinched them again. He could feel how tender they were in his grasp, and he felt them getting hard too.
"Please...be gentle..." she cooed to him.
That look she was giving him was making him weak in the knees. If Charles had any sense, he would have added her to his already impressive list of concubines. A vestige of Lelouch's old self let him grin on what a fool his old man was for letting this one slip out of his grasp. He relished in the opportunity to make her his.
Then she said, "Please Zero..." She was beautiful, she was willing, and everything a man could want. But he also felt something uneasy about her he couldn't place despite the heat in his pants. He pulled away from her. He would not let her get the better of him.
And he knew what he wanted. He flashed the power of his Geass at her. “Become my doll.”
She felt it's power wash over her. When Charles erased his memories, the power of his Geass had been renewed. Normally Kallen would have been immune. Now she would be at his beck and call once more. But just like Euphy before her, she shook her head. “No...no, I won't!”
His hands moved to the bustline of her dress and roughly yanked it down. Her tits spilled right out. His eyes lit up at the sight of her exposed chest, her nipples now swollen from his rough treatment were a feast to the eyes. He was already thinking on all the things he wanted to do with them.
As a notorious freedom fighter and even now repurposed to be a model citizen of Britannia, he was still a guy. All he could do was stare at them. Her rack was nothing like Milly or C.C's, but for the life she led, it still surprised him just how well endowed she was. She was feeling like one of the demure girls back at Ashford and quickly covered herself up.
“Zero, I mean Lelouch, please I...”
“Why do you keep calling me that?”
“It's...it's your name...”
“No, not Lelouch. The other one.”
“Zero.”
“Why does that name sound familiar?”
“That's who you are! Don't you remember?”
Her words did seem to ring a bell. He tried to remember but it was still too hard. He looked at her again. She was so beautiful, and he wanted to think about anything than whatever she was trying to do.
He moved her arms aside and sucked on her tits. They felt so good in his mouth, the perfect texture and consistency, and they were so warm too. Much to his surprise she wasn't fighting back at all after that attempted show of modesty. She could only moan deeply.
He reached under her long skirt and found her panties. They were of the same fine quality as the rest of her dress, soft to the touch. As he touched her there, he felt her wetness seeping through the fabric. Her nipples were getting hard on his tongue as he pressed his fingers deeper. The more he stimulated her there, he felt her vaginal lips becoming engorged with lust.
Kallen could only stand there and take it. Just like him, her mind was becoming blank from the erotic sensations he was working in her. He was scarfing on her breasts, as his hand worked it's magic. He felt those strong thighs, so lined with muscles, wobbling as he kept on poking deep inside her twat.
She suddenly jumped up as her body was hit with an orgasm. He felt it too, her pussy was quivering around his finger, spilling her juices all over the digit. He brought his hand to his lips and took in her taste.
“Was that...good?” he said.
“Yes...yes, I...”
“Just don't...call me that other name again.”
“Okay...” In that state of fleshly satisfaction and the mental fog in her brain, the spell began to work it's magic. “What else...does my prince want with me?”
“Lie down.”
She did as she was told. He hiked up her skirt to look at her legs. His thighs were thick and her calves were perfectly sculpted, but clad in that fine hosiery, she really did look like a goddess. He looked over her, feeling the texture of her lovely gams underneath that soft fabric. The perfect mix of feminine beauty and pure muscle, she really was quite a catch. But the smell of her sweat and her pussy wafted up to his nose. He needed more.
He reached up to her panties and yanking them down, threw them away somewhere else. Her red pubic hair was not at all well groomed like the rest of her, but that didn't matter. They were damp with her arousal and her labia was puffy. He knew what that meant.
He quickly undid his pants and pulled them down. Kallen gasped at the sight of his hard cock. It was so big and hard, pulsing with his want for her. Just as he had stared at her tits, she was longing for his penis now. And she was about to get her wish.
He grabbed her hips and shoved himself inside of her. She yelped the moment he entered her, his phallus going in all the way. He let it sit there for several moments, savoring the feeling of her hot and wet vagina on his naked pecker. He sighed and slowly moved back, relishing in that exquisite feeling. There was no discomfort for her, she was perfectly lubricated to fuck, and he was here to fuck.
He found a steady pace pumping inside of her. As she sit there taking it, she gave it right back to him. Her thrusts were far stronger being such an accomplished warrior woman. But despite the power behind every use of her hips, she was also feeling it way worse than he was. Before she knew it, she had wrapped her legs around his back, clinging to him in a fit of pure need.
He couldn't get away and he didn't want to. While she was crying out, he knelt down and put his lips on hers. She moaned weakly into it, unable to kiss him back that well with how bad she wanted it. She was no match for his hungry tongue devouring her mouth.
She suddenly came again. Her vagina milked and sucked on his naked member, squeezing him to his breaking point. Already in a heightened state of stinking lust, he broke the kiss to breathe and thrust himself inside of her even harder. He made an undignified grunt, nothing like his old aliases or even the defiance he showed to his father, as his dick burst inside of her.
Kallen was already deep in the midst of an orgasm. But Lelouch's dick bursting inside of her and filling her up with his cum pushed her to an even deep state of ecstasy. All she could do was utter a string of incoherent sounds like a broken doll as she surrendered to him totally.
He pulled out of her. His dick was covered in their mutual love juices. His semen was pouring out of her as she lay there, sighing in the heat of that orgasm. He blinked hard. That name Zero...what is that? he thought to himself. But he pushed these thoughts aside again. He looked at the woman under him, sighing with deep satisfaction and panting like a bitch in heat. There were more important things to worry about.
He held up his dick, still stiff and oozing with cum. "Clean me doll."
That was all she needed to hear. She leaned forward and took his member into her mouth. He loved how dutifully she sucked him off, licking all over his cum covered shaft and around the opening of his head too. He still didn't know who she was to stir such weird emotions in him. He figured he would burn them all away.
Nor did he mind when she took his now fully stiff prick out of her mouth and took it within her breasts. He lay back. If this was the beginning to his life as Viceroy, there would be so much to look forward to.
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