Story: Cocknosis Geass

Here is the winner of this week's vote, Cocknosis Geass. Continued from here.




Through the haze of raw sex Lelouch’s mind still ticked like a well-maintained clock. Though most of his mind was lost under the influence of his libido there still remained a portion of his mind that stood free, dispassionate and analytical of the situation.

It was the part of him that watched the rest of his mind. For this is the kind of person Lelouch was. He did not simply plan, did not simply scheme. He thought about his own thoughts, ruminated on the idle courses his brilliant mind may wander into over time, picked apart the connections and used them to understand himself and the people around him that much better.

This may lead some to conclude that this portion of his mind was rather sickened by how much the rest was enjoying this situation. How lost Lelouch as a whole may be with his giant dick filling C.C’s tight hole. Except that in this particular instance “some” would have missed the part where this portion of the mind was described as dispassionate and analytical. It didn’t mind much if the rest of the mind was having fun, so long as there was something to be learned from the experience.

For example: C.C. had orgasmed thrice in the last ten minutes. Each time she had done so there had been numerous cues in body language to indicate that her cumming was coming soon. The way she’d throw her head back with her eyes closed, and the continuous moans coming from her mouth changed in tone. Her (according to the rest of the mind, quite beautiful) face became slightly more flush, and so on.

But this wasn’t enough. Had this portion of Lelouch’s mind had a foot to tap, it might have done so there and then. Had it a head to scratch, it might have tried to do so as well. It was missing something…

“Oh, Lelouch,” C.C panted, rubbed her hands over his chest and somehow found new strength to resume fucking him. “We should do this every night!”

A memory triggered. Oh yes. Earlier on he had managed to determine the effects of a few of the techniques. Worked out their limits, sussed through vulnerabilities and even determined the kind of situation for which each might be appropriate. But not all of them. No, sir! Not all of them by a long way, not even half or a quarter of the techniques had their mysteries revealed before him.

One of the untested techniques had sounded interesting, but they had not the time to work it through. Besides which at that time Lelouch had wanted at least to pretend he had control over his now raging libido rather than the other way around. Ah, but now… Opportunity was knocking. It would be rude to do anything less but open the door.

The watching part of his mind threw an emergency control switch, and Lelouch said “You - love- my- dick,” between his increasingly common moans of pleasure.

“Mmm,” C.C. replied, leaving Lelouch uncertain whether she had even heard him. She continued grinding her hips against his, fucking him as thoroughly as possible.

“You love my dick,” he repeated, gaining a little bit of self control. “You need my cock inside you. It fills you up, and completes your world. You cannot live without it.”

C.C’s head whipped back and her entire body shuddered with climax. “Yesssss,” she moaned, not slowing down for even a second.

Nor did Lelouch. By now he felt drenched in sweat and more exhausted than he had in years, but something deep inside him was keeping him going. “That’s right, isn’t it amazing? You crave this feeling. You need to feel this good, and only my dick can - mmph!”

“Naughty boy,” C.C. whispered, a distinctly devious smile playing on her lips. “You’re a smart and naughty boy, Lelouch. But to give you some free advice: Smart people often think everyone around them is stupid, even when they are not.”

She rolled her hips with a hand firmly planted over his mouth, and Lelouch’s eyes flickered in lost wonder. “We shall talk more about your wonderful book tomorrow, but for now I think it’s time you learned exactly how much your cock needs my pussy.”

Oh well. It had to be tried, didn’t it? Perhaps against someone else a little less witty than the witch riding him into mutual climax, but he would have to test out the Ninth Technique: Drug of Choice at some point…

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Lelouch yawned, and received a blow to the back of the head by rolled up paper.

“Stay focused, Lelouch,” Milly said. “We have important business to deal with today.”

More important than she realised.

“My sincerest apologies,” Lelouch said to the other student council members, absently rubbing the back of his head. “Alas, I spent last night fighting off a rather nasty cold. It kept me awake much later than I usually enjoy.”

Shirley gasped, rushed forward and had her hand against his forehead before either of them knew what was happening. “If you were sick, you shouldn’t have come in today!” she said. On realising what she was doing, she blushed and backed away.

“I feel much better now,” Lelouch said, smiling at her and taking the time to appreciate what a beautiful young woman she was. “Your concern is appreciated, but quite unnecessary.”

Milly didn’t seem convinced by this. “Hmm…” she tapped her finger on her lips, adopting that same teasing tone she loved to use so much. “You don’t seem so sick to me! I bet you were up all night with a secret girlfriend!”

Lelouch rolled his eyes. Not so much at the accusation, but at the simple fact that her teasing was more on the nose than she might ever believe. Though C.C. was not his girlfriend. Just a girl that has been sleeping in his room for a few months and spent most of last night having sex with him and nothing more.

The part of Lelouch’s brain that watched his thought processes once again broke its usual habit of passive observation to metaphorically slap him upside the head.

“Am I to take it that the supposedly important details are less important than idle, aimless gossip about yours truly? I’m flattered,” Lelouch said, and the meeting began properly.

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Something was wrong, she could feel it in her bones. It had started out as a rather normal student council meeting. Teasing by Milly on any soft targets - and a few hard targets as well while she was at it - Shirley fawning over Lelouch, him not seeming to notice the helpless crush she had on him…

Then the meeting had started in earnest and something strange began to occur.

Take as a brief example the discussion about that green-haired ghost that was supposedly haunting the school.

“Ghost stories? Don’t make me laugh!” Lelouch had said.

Nina had nodded in agreement. “Th-that’s right! The supernatural does not exist. Everything can be explained by science!”

“It might be an intruder,” Suzaku suggested. “In which case, we should track the ghost down on behalf of the students! After all, it could be a terrorist.”

“You mean an Eleven is breaking into school grounds?” Nina gasped. “That’s so h-horrible, so… so…”

And then she got this funny smile on her face, gripped the desk and lay her head down on it with a satisfied sounding sigh.

“Nina?” Kallen shook her shoulder. “Are - are you alright?”

“Jus’ fine,” she burbled.

“Suzaku is right,” Rivalz said, and Kallen stared at him in disbelief. “We should probably have someone investigate, maybe check security footage?”

Nina straightened herself out as if nothing had even happened, and the conversation resumed. Kallen looked around at them all, feeling a little dumbfounded by what had just transpired. Only Suzaku seemed similarly fazed, and the two of them shared a look with each other. A slight nod from him, indicating that whatever differences they may have they needed to talk about this. Kallen wasn’t too sure about that.

… Was what she thought at the time. But now that she was paying more attention to behavioural quirks, she was noticing other things as well, from everyone except Suzaku.

Shirley would scratch her nose whenever someone mentioned Lelouch’s name.

Rivalz would lick his lips whenever Milly uttered one of her inane innuendos.

Milly would wink at anyone that said the word “money”, like they were sharing a secret.

Nina sighed and squirmed slightly whenever the word “Eleven” was mentioned.

And then there was Lelouch, who yawned whenever he was asked a question.

Something strange was going on here, and Suzaku may well be the only person she could confide in. Hardly a reassuring thought at the best of times…

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His name was Jeremiah, and he was rapidly coming to the conclusion that life had it in for him. A rather paranoid delusion, but one of the more common ones. Rationally speaking, life didn’t have it in for anyone or anything. He knew that. Intellectually, it was obvious: There was no such thing as karma. One did not always get what one deserved. Sometimes it was skill, sometimes it was intelligence or preparation, sometimes it was just dumb luck. Sometimes a person would get whatever they had coming to them, for good or for ill. Sometimes life gave them everything they ever wanted, right in the lap without a lick of hard work. Sometimes life shat all over them from a great height.

He knew all of this. Intellectually. But in his gut-

“Hey, Orange!” Jeremiah winced as some soldier he’d never met before waved papers towards him. “Got some files for you. Cornelia wants you to look them over, and wanted a report five minutes ago. Better get to it, Orange!”

Orange this, Orange that! He stomped past someone at a vending machine, and glowered at him when he deliberately pressed for orange juice on seeing Jeremiah. Just to taunt him. Just to make fun of him. Orange didn’t mean anything to him! Could they not get this through their thick skulls? He stormed into his office and threw the door shut.

Ah but he could see why they might think that way. He had seen the footage. Himself. On camera. In front of witnesses. Doing everything in his power to ensure Zero escaped. Events he did not remember in the slightest. Anyone would think the same. That he didn’t want “Orange” revealed to the world.

“That bastard did something to make me act that way. But what?” He thumped an innocent desk. “But what?! I don’t understand! It doesn’t add up! How? How did he do this?!”

“You sound a little stressed,” Villetta said, standing in his doorway, leaning against the frame with an indifferent look on her face. “Still annoyed by your memory problem?”

He grunted in response. She walked into the room and shut the door behind her, seating herself on the edge of his desk. Villetta extracted two small slips of paper and put them on his desk.

“What’s this?” Jeremiah asked. He picked them up and scowled. “I don’t have time for such frivolities. If I don’t capture Zero -”

“I know,” Villetta nodded in agreement. “I feel the same way. But in this situation, cooler heads will prevail. If you go off half cocked, Zero will humiliate you. If we both take a step back and forget about the problem for a day, we’ll be able to work out what’s really going on.”

Jeremiah stared at the tickets in his hands. Free gifts, a courtesy granted to the Purebloods that was usually spent within a week of acquisition. Just like Villetta to hold on to it for a rainy day.

Coincidentally, the rain was bucketing down out there. Jeremiah felt the weight on his shoulders and let them slump. Not in defeat, but recognition. His anger and stress was either already influencing his ability to work, or it would do so very soon.

“Very well then,” he responded at last, handing one ticket back to her. “We shall meet at the Gold Standard - once I have finished this report. Now! Unless you have anything else you need to be doing, since you are already here you can help me finish it.”

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“Did you see that?”

The meeting had ended, and the council members had all gone their separate ways. Kallen and Suzaku had appeared to do much the same - except that Suzaku had managed to track her down like a goddamn bloodhound not five minutes later.

“I - I think so,” she replied, continuing her act as a defenseless, perpetually sick girl that couldn’t possibly be a member of the Black Knights. Honest. “The others behaved kind of… odd. Didn’t they? I didn’t want to bring it up because nobody else did, but -”

“No, I saw it as well,” Suzaku said. “Everybody has been behaving very weirdly, and I don’t know what to make of it.”

He didn’t have to say it, but she knew what he was asking without actually saying. Help me investigate this, I’m worried about our friends. It was a funny thing. Here she was, face to face with someone she didn’t trust an inch and he was asking her to investigate something that was puzzling both of them.

“I think it has something to do with that weapon Lelouch has been smuggling in his trousers,” Suzaku said. Images of it flashed before Kallen’s eyes. That mysterious bulge in his trousers, extending well down a single leg. Inhumanly big. Too big to be real. Her curiosity was piqued whenever she thought of it. That had to be something else. It simply had to be! No man could possibly be that… big!

“… What makes you say that?” she asked, slightly dreamily but Suzaku didn’t seem to notice as he had found something terribly interesting about the floor all of a sudden.

“That’s when it all started,” he said. “He shows up with that weird bulge, then we get the tickets to that spa…” his voice trailed off. “You don’t think it has anything to do with the spa?”

Honestly, now that he brought it up that was a very good point. “The timing is a little suspicious… Why would they send that out now?” she wondered out loud. Right after the Black Knights take the place over, they send - Ah! Suzaku was looking at her oddly and she realised what she’d just done. “I mean, you only just joined the council two weeks ago. Why would they want to invite someone that was even falsely accused of -”

“That may be exactly why,” Suzaku said. “It was a lure to draw me in, and they did something to the rest of the council instead! This needs to be investigated… Immediately!”

“W-wait, wait a minute!” Kallen insisted, wondering how she’d inadvertently come to the point where she was on the verge of revealing the Black Knight’s newest headquarters. “Maybe we’re just being paranoid. Let’s gather a little evidence first!”

“Maybe you’re right,” he said, and Kallen let herself breathe a little easier. “Perhaps the answer lies in Lelouch’s trousers.”

“Yes,” Kallen nodded, licking her lips absently. “In his trousers. We must thoroughly investigate his trousers for evidence.”

Now, she simply needed to find a piece of evidence that everything was alright, or at least prove that the weird behaviour of the rest of the council was due to something other than their recent visit to the spa.

But if it turned out it was… She needed to have a few words with Zero. Soon.