Story: Fantasy Seduction Conquest

 

 Organising a movement like the Black Knights was quite a daunting prospect. For one such as Lelouch, it was vital that he take every opportunity to relax and unwind whenever possible, so that he could retain his focus whenever possible.

That was why he was so grateful to C.C. right now, giving him this deep satisfying head. It was so thoughtful of her. Almost uncharacteristically so. At this moment in time she was wearing a slutty swimsuit that made no bones about her immortal curves, forever young, forever hot. It hugged her body like a second skin, pushing up her breasts while showing all of the flesh between her nipples, and hugging high on her hips. Her skin was gleaming wet, and why wouldn't it be when she had just come out of the pool. His only concern was that there were other girls there. Frolicking around in the pool. By his reckoning the swim club, plus Kallen and Shirley. Also the Fantasy Seduction Club, who were - of course -dressed in swimsuits that made C.C.'s seem modest by comparison.

"Careful now," Lelouch said, and C.C's eyes flicked up at him on hearing him say that. "With those other girls right there -"

Her mouth plopped off his dick, making a sound like a plunger getting unstuck from a wall. "Did you forget?" she said. "You used your Geass to make them not notice you." Then she resumed blowing him with tremendous enthusiasm. Well, okay. That made sense. Granted, it was a little strange. His Geass only worked once on a person, and he was quite sure he'd used it already on both Shirley and Kallen.

Ah, screw it, whatever .They weren't even looking in his direction, unless you counted the times they cast a sly glance his way before deliberately flaunting their body at him in some sultry pose or other. Which Lelouch was not, for reasons that escaped him currently but were probably not important in the least. What really mattered right now was that C.C. was extremely talented when it came to blowjobs, and this was getting rid of all the stress he'd been building up, which meant he could focus entirely on the quite essential work he was doing for the Black Knights.

Yes, the Black Knights. As their secretive, elusive, masked leader Zero, Lelouch had a great many responsibilities for this organisation. An essential part of his plan to <s>exact his revenge upon Britannia</s> unleash his pent up sexual desires, and in turn make the world a better place by <s>overthrowing Imperial tyranny, and casting off the corrupted yoke of Royalty from which he himself had sprung </s> helping everyone realise how much better it is to be a pervert.

Really now, think about it! How much better would life be if, instead of bathing in corruption and vice, squabbling over scraps of land and power over others, people instead shared their love with one another. Appreciated the finer things in life, the beauty of this world and all it had to offer!

Now, obviously he could hardly share his true intentions with the Black Knights right away. He had to build up the organisation, and the noble cause of opposing the blatant corruption inherent within the Britannian system was an excellent rallying cry. Even a few Britannians had sympathy for this - for many of them had been victim of it in lesser ways. Not so intensely as the Numbers, but enough to recognise that they were victims of injustice as well. Amusingly, this had led to a greater level of understanding from those sympathetic Britannians, as they got to know 'Elevens' who were smarter, harder working and more stepped upon than them. Friendships fostered overcoming the institutionalised bigotry, inspiring them to assist in changing the system from the outside.

If they learned his true intentions too soon, those people would be far less willing to join. Or he might get a different sort to join, who did not hold to the ideals truly but were merely seeking a chance to easily get off. In honesty those people had their uses as well, but in order for this organisation to work he had need of... military level precision... soldiers... fighters...

Because... Because... Such people were usually fitness freaks, so they would also have the best bodies to seduce others. Also, they would be able to maintain discipline for... for... Reasons. They would need some time to ease into his goals, obviously, but that's why he'd turned his attention to the Fantasy Seduction Club.

Ah yes, the Fantasy Seduction Club. Noted troublemakers within Ashford, always vying and contesting for control from Milly. As if they could shift her. She was simply too competent, too popular, too charismatic, and too well placed. However, their research into fetishes, and their understanding of seduction techniques might well surpass Milly's own knowledge on the subject, which would allow him to have full unrestrained ability to turn even the staunchest and most fiercely loyal of Britannians into a sex craved ally.

C.C. plopped her mouth off his rock hard dick, then shifted to put her rather tremendous cleavage around it as well. Then, she looked him in the eye and said in a stern, serious tone "The Fantasy Seduction Club is under your control." Well yes, obviously. "You are not under their influence. Everything you are doing, you do of your own volition."

Sometimes he did not understand this green haired witch. Why had she felt the need to state something so blatantly true? Still, he was hardly going to complain about receiving a titjob from her. While he definitely had a preference for pleasant posteriors, a nice firm titjob was exactly the sort of thing to help clear the pipes a bit.

Indeed, he was able to get his task done with 50% more efficiency than usual. All tasks were organised, all planning complete. He had even developed the perfect means to introduce the new idea, a little at a time, into the ranks of the Black Knights in a way that should ensure complete and total success. He could relax a little. Enjoy the sight of the girls frolicking in the pool, showing off their bodies while C.C. pleased him. While he was a hard worker, when one does nothing but work all that happens is not healthy for the mind and body. Even someone like him needed downtime on occasion.

Although, he was not the sort who could simply make his mind stop working. If he did, then he'd become a silly boy. A silly horny boy that could only think with his penis. But he wasn't a silly boy, because nobody had told him to become a silly boy. Even though he kind of wanted to be a silly boy right now so that he could enjoy having sex wtih C.C.

Alas, he was not a silly boy, and so his smart brain had to think and think and think. In particular, it was thinking about whether or not this methodology being used by the Fantasy Seduction Club actually worked as advertised. There was every chance it didn't, which would be disastrous for his long term plans.

As such, his attention fell upon Shirley and Kallen. Not just because they were, to his eyes, the most attractive girls in that swimming pool, but rather more importantly they were the ones he knew the best. Their behaviour had already been skewed by the club, that much could be assured. He was fairly certain that both of them were a bit more shy about flaunting their bodies like this, but the two of them seemed to almost delight in showing off now. Kallen would grab Shirley's bosom from behind, in a manner akin to that of milly being flirty. Shirley would retaliate by smacking Kallen's ass as she climbed out of the pool.Then consider their swimsuits as well, and it all seemed so... Wrong. Their behaviour was wrong. Different from normal, far more perverted, far more sexual and sensual, and only now did he truly appreciate the difference between those words.

Still... He had to be sure. A little test was clearly in order.

"Kallen, Shirley, would you come over here please?" Lelouch called out. He let his chin rest on his hand while C.C. continued working his shaft with truly expert ease. She had perfected it, keeping him erect without actually letting him climax - pulling back at the last moment to let him settle down a little, so she could maximise the amount of time servicing him. In other contexts she could easily use this to torture a man, but in his case it was having quite the opposite effect.

As for the two girls he'd called over, the two of them had immediately gone for the ladders out of the pool at opposite ends. Shirley at the deep end, off towards his right, Kallen at the shallow end off towards his left. They pulled themselves up and out of the water, and held the appearance and manner of goddesses about them. The two of them were stunning from head to toe, and the water dripping off their bodies, giving them that extra sheen, made their beauty all that more radiant seeming.

The girls in the pool watched, making erotic moaning noises, biting their lips and watching as well. Truly, anyone would be mesmerised by such visions. He honestly didn't know which to watch more. Kallen, with her sultry swaying hips, confidently strutting towards him as a very picture of the confident, powerful woman. Or Shirley, who had her hands behind her back, leaning forward to show off her bouncing breasts, demurely striding forward like an adorable rabbit.

"You want something?" Kallen asked, half turning to the side while putting her hands on top of her head, then flicked back her long hair, which she was wearing straight because she was undercover at Ashford. "Maybe you want me to take her place...?"

"Don't be silly, Kallen!" Shirley said turning around and bending over, all but sticking her shapely butt right in his face. "I'm the one he wants a taste of, right Lelou?"

Such tempting treats they were. Alas, he had to remain focused on his mission statement - testing whether they were truly under his power or not. If the techniques used by the Fantasy Seduction Club were truly as effective as he had been led to believe. He had this same issue with Geass, not understanding its limits at first, which almost caused him quite the headache. Better to get on top of that before putting his long term plans into effect.

"Kiss each other," Lelouch commanded. "I want to see you french each other in a battle of willpower."

The two of them turned to one another, with stares that could likely boil a mug of water if it were placed between them.

"You're going down, Fenette," Kallen said, while stepping closer.

"Mmm, maybe later," Shirley replied, whose eyes flickered down Kallen's body. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

And then... they kissed. Oh yes, there was no doubt about it. The two of them were quite passionate about it. Not a sliver of light could pass between their bodies as they held one another tightly, groped at each other's back, ensnared their legs around one another's waists, almost like watching two boa constrictors trying to suffocate each other.

"While that is extremely hot, I do not believe that is sufficient evidence that it works as advertised," C.C. said. "Instead, you should order them to adopt a fetish that is to your personal liking."

It felt like the pool grew hush there, as though everyone was wondering what he might say. What sort of fetish was Lelouch Lamperouge into? What kink scratched that special itch? In all honesty, he wasn't sure himself. Until recently it wasn't something he'd put much thought into, he'd merely been intending to make use of sex as a means to improve the world. And also to help himself relax and unwind a bit.

Maids, perhaps? No, not really. Sayoko didn't do anything for him. Airheads? No, that sort was extremely tiresome. Strong, confident women? To an extent - though at the same time perhaps not too far above him. He would like them to be his intellectual equal, capable of challenging him without being totally out of his league. Yes, something like that would be an absolute ideal... however, that answer was extremely unsatisfying as a fetish. Nor did he especially like the idea of making them behave in exactly the same way.

Therefore...

"Belly dancers," he said. Yes, that would do. Men typically like that sort of thing, don't they? "Kallen. Shirley. I would like you both to become belly dancers."

The two of them split apart to look at him - and both had a puzzled expression upon their face. A few girls in the pool tittered knowingly, and he thought he could catch something like a smirk fall upon Kallen's pretty face. Probably just his imagination though.

"Bellydancer?" Shirley asked, a little vacantly. "What's a bellydancer?"

Huh? What was this now? She didn't know what a bellydancer was? How absurd, let's not be ridiculous about this.

"A bellydancer," Lelouch repeated. Not just Kallen and Shirley, but the other girls in the room were also giving him blank looks now. "A woman who belly dances?"

"Never heard of belly dancing," Kallen said.

"It's a form of dance that makes heavy use of stomach muscles. Grinding the belly, flicking the hips,waving your arms around while wearing very little clothing?" Now they were all looking at each other, muttering to themselves. Complete unfamiliarity. None of them had ever heard of it.

"Are you sure you are not making this up?" C.C. asked. "Please, can you show us what you mean? I am having difficulty imagining it."

This felt like a fairly blatant manipulation. Something that he should see through right away. And yet - And yet Lelouch still rose to his feet, standing at the back of the room away from the pool, and he began to demonstrate for them. "Like this," he said, lifting his arms to the side, and effeminately swaying from side to side. He gave rolling his tummy a try for good measure. "This is roughly the idea. You've never heard of this before"?

"Nope," Kallen said, strangely smug. "Definitely not heard of that."

"It sounds like the sort of thing a silly boy would come up with," Shirley added.

Silly boy. A silly boy. A silly boy would come up with this. Lelouch was a silly boy. His eyes fluttered, but he continued to dance. Yes... a silly boy like him would think of something like this, wouldn't he? A silly boy like him would obviously find dancing like this extremely arousing, and would let him free his silly mind so he could come up with silly plans that weren't actually his own.

Like changing the school uniform standard across the entire Empire to something more akin to the Fantasy Seduction Club's standards. Like making standard outdoor attire sultrier, more showy. More legs, more thighs, more tummy explore, more sideboob, more cleavage, more bare chests and rock hard abs on display for everyone. Yes, those were his silly ideas, which hadn't been implanted in his silly brain by the far smarter Fantasy Seduction Club.

"Ladies, I would like to cordially invite you to Lelouch's bedroom tonight," C.C. said, her eye watching his fully erect penis like a cobra watching a flute. "I think that it will be perfectly fine if the three of us share him from now on, don't you think?"