Story: Cocknosis Geass

 

 Well, that was a productive meeting. A little more pornographic than he'd intended. Or rather, a lot more pornographic.  The orgy was an odd development, but a rather welcome one in some ways. It allowed them to deepen their control over their new assets, engage in a greater camaraderie, boosted morale, and also made all the men in the ranks absolutely positively hung like horses.

As such, Lelouch returned home to Ashford with a great deal of confidence, and a spring in his step. Progress. His plans were progressing at an astounding rate. Even Geass hadn't provided him with such an advantage so quickly! The ability was far more versatile, reusable, could influence the body as well as the mind... It truly was providing him with benefit after benefit.

One such benefit was found on his bed, naked save a thin layer of suntan lotion that she was still rubbing on her body.  Her hand trailing down her thigh, her body completely exposed -

"Woah!"

And off his bed she rolls. Clumsy as ever. It was adorable in its way. Strolling over, he found her -  how did that saying go? Ass over tea kettle? - Lying on her upper back, legs splayed in the air on the other side of his bed.

"Hello Shirley." He offered a hand to help her up, and she stumbled into him. Pushing her breasts into his chest. There was a time he would only noted that as a matter of fact, but today he was rather keenly aware of her very appealing body. Large breasts, trim waist, ideal childbearing hips...  His hand snaked around, and got a squeeze of her cheeks, very nice, a more welcome thing to find on his return home could not come to mind.

Though, the fact he was horny after all that sex was slightly concerning. Probably not important.

"Gee, you're back way earlier than I was expecting," Shriley said. "I was going to lay there all seductive and naked for you -"

He silenced her with a kiss. She reciprocated immediately, and began to unbutton his shirt. Then stopped about half way through, reached down to grab the bulge in his trousers and went for unbuckling those instead. The instant they were loose, they dropped to the floor and unleashed the beast. In turn she dropped to her knees, and used her mouth to kiss and worship it, making cute little sounds as she did so. Licking and suckling, curling her lips around his shaft. Taking delight in his throbbing veins, marvelling at how rigid, mighty and dominant it was.

Once, C.C. had asked him how he felt about this girl. He didn't know how to answer. He had always thought of her as a friend. Learning that she had romantic feelings towards him made him feel uneasy. He was used to that sort of attention from other girls. Strangers. He dismissed them without much trouble. Shirley Fenette? She was that nice, ditzy, athletic klutz who was on the council with him.

He had spent so much time thinking about other, grander things that a girlfriend had never once been factored into his plans. Of course, in retrospect Nunnally would want him to have such a relationship. She was selfless like that. Besides, she would almost certainly want adorable little nieces and nephews to faun over, as she could never have children of her own.

However, a girlfriend would be tricky. He was opposing his father, the Emperor of Britannia. His enemies would use any association they could to bring him down. If they found he had a girlfriend, it would add to their list of targets. Nunnally was bad enough, but a lover on top of that...? Creating a tactical disadvantage when he had no need to was not in Lelouch's nature. Especially one so obvious and exploitable, one where he'd have to open himself up to someone he may not know so well as he thought.
That's why he was confused. He liked Shirley, but did he 'like' like her?

Looking down at her now as she kissed the head of his mighty dong, while she in turn maintained steady eye contact with him, he could safely say one thing for certain: She was fucking hot. Milly had often commented on her body, and if anyone knew how to appreciate sex appeal it was that dirty old man in a young girl's body. Cute face, nice body, good personality, got on well with Nunnally and - like most of the rest of the council and unlike most Britannians - didn't have racist baggage to carry around. In another world she'd be the ideal girlfriend. She easily took to the idea of Suzaku being a council member, easily got on with him, didn't treat him any different from any other student, and -

Yeah, honestly from a purely logical perspective he should definitely have gone for this a long, long time ago.  You couldn't call that 'love' or anything, as far as he understood the concept, but since humans have a biological tendency to desire sex having her as a girlfriend and potential partner was entirely logical with almost all of his long term goals.

Almost.

She might be hot as hell, but she's still an ordinary person. Completely and totally incapable of handling the greater affairs of the world. The dirty politics, military battles, ethical conundrums and suchlike that he had to confront on a daily basis were far, far above her head. She wasn't an idiot, but she wasn't nearly clever enough to cope with such things. Judging by those metrics, Kallen or C.C. would be much more suitable as girlfriends. They each had their own baggage to deal with, but they could adapt and survive much more simply than -

Ah. But you know what? Stuff logic. When she wrapped her heaving bosom around his shaft and slowly, teasingly pushed her chest back and forth, letting the head and top of his penis enter and exit her mouth, with the tip of her tongue not leaving his head for a single second in the entire process, what place could logic have here?

Only after the fact did he realise how much of a run on sentence that had been. He had ben truly lost in the moment, hadn't he?

"Whatcha thinking about?" Shirley asked. She had pulled her mouth away just long enough to ask that question before returning to the sloooow teaching of his dick. Look at the corners of her pretty mouth turning up, she knows what she's doing. Before he could answer - which had turned out to be quite difficult because he kept on gasping whenever he tried to speak - she pulled her mouth away again and said "I bet you're thinking about my big tits and how I'm going to use them, right?"

"Among other things," Lelouch managed to grunt out. "What have you been up to while I was gone?"

She pulled her tits away, dove forward until she had his entire length inside her mouth and then started to giggle. The minx had done that on purpose.

"Oh, not much. Just sexually corrupting all our friends," Shirley said, and then resumed her simultaneous titjob and blowjob, adding playing with his massive heaving balls into the mix, because she wasn't teasing him enough already.

"Ah, that sounds like -"

For most boys, they would have been too lost in what Shirley was doing to them to properly process that. I mean, the brain would be a little too preoccupied with the endorphin overload of a girl this cute giving you head with the sort of reverence some Popes never displayed for God. Lelouch though, he's a bit different from most boys. Aside from deprioritizing sexual matters until recently, he was quite self analytical. His mind was like a maze made of steel traps, all surfaces shining to a reflective sheen. In fact, it was a testament to how thoroughly Shirley was teasing him that he didn't register it fully right away.

"You... sexually corrupted all of our friends?" Lelouch asked, feeling quite heady all of a sudden.

"Uh huh!" Shirley grinned up at him, like a puppy who had done a good trick. "Using my big slutty tits, I was able to brainwash all of the council into horny studs or big dicked studs! Tee hee!"

Okay.. Okay, that wasn't great, but he could probably handle that. He vaguely remembered something along those lines. Still, it was one thing doing that to members of the corrupt military of a wicked Empire, quite another to do so to your close circle of friends.

"Suzaku was the last to break," she said, giggling slightly. "He's in the next room right now, all we need to do is give him a big studly hypnodick like yours, and then we can really spread the message of love."

Ah. Now. That was interesting. Huh. You see, Lelouch had a few... let's call them 'triggers'. Things that sort of, kind of set him off just a little bit. His sister was the big one. Had Shirley indicated that she had done something dirty to her, then she would likely not leave the room alive.

Another big one was Suzaku. It wasn't nearly as big as Nunnally, mark you, but it did hold certain weight in his mind. The bonds they had forged all those years ago during the invasion were extremely snug and tight. Not unlike Shirley's titflesh around his -

"It was so funny the way he tried to fight it," Shirley giggled. "But in the end, he succumbed. I mean, of course he did. We, human beings, we all like sex right?"

Something was creaking in Lelouch's brain. The oddity of the situation. The strange things he'd done. Been doing. Been planning. It was heady, like awakening from a deep slumber.

"Soon enough, he'll be giving it to Cornelia and Euphemia, just like you're going to give it to me! Just like Rivalz is to Milly! Teehee! We'll clean up this rotten world, using sex as our weapon of choice!"

And then, it shattered. He'd been... He'd used his... Clarity is a terrifying thing to have all of a sudden dropped into your lap. Terrifying enough that Lelouch pushed Shirley aside and ran from his room without bothering to grab his clothes. With deep panicked breaths he leaned against the door and ran through it all. That ridiculous book, the things he'd been doing with it, they all piled into his brain bit by bit.

A piece of him asked what the problem was, he was getting what he wanted. The way didn't matter, right? All that mattered was creating the gentler world. However, he now recognised that these thoughts were not his own. They were coming from - Coming from his penis? This monstrous pendulum swinging between his legs? Its first hypnotic victim had indeed been Lelouch himself!

Well, no more! Now he was aware of the issue, he would not permit it to sway his thinking any longer! He was the master here, not his genitals! He had to calm down. Find a way to undo the damage he'd done. Contain everything before - Before!

Before a certain green haired immortal witch tackled him to the floor, pinning him down and peering him in the eyes with a ravenous look on her face. Staring at him as though he was a mere slice of pizza.

"Well hello there," C.C. hungrily said, lowering her naked pussy onto his far too cooperative hypnocock. "My accomplice, my lover, my - Nnngha!"

On second thought, resisting and undoing this might be a bit more difficult than he had first imagined. The sight of C.C. atop him once again, breaking herself on his dick, was simply the first piece of evidence he expected to find of this inevitable, terrible, yet highly sexy fact.