Story: Cocknosis Sans Geass

 

 
Believe it or not, but things did eventually calm down. Sort of. After that little display, pretty much everyone was a bit too embarrassed to really say anything about what had happened, so they all wound up going home with their tails tucked between their legs. It was one of those situations where things had gotten so bad that even the normally extremely efficient boot that Britannia used to stomp down on those who went against the way they thought things should be merely sighed, let everyone go with a warning and focused a lot more on the PR aspect rather than taking any form of realistic legal action.

Honestly, that was a bit of a nice surprise for Lelouch. He'd anticipated they might have tried to tag everyone for later interrogation, but... no, apparently not. He'd already erased the security footage he'd found which showed his face. For all the good it would do. Cornelia was already very careful in how she'd set that up, and she was sure to learn from the experience to make sure her chances were all the higher next time.

Of course, Lelouch himself had learned quite a bit from it as well. The first thing he'd learned was that he liked sex. He liked it a lot. In fact, he liked having sex with Kallen and Shirley. Preferably at the same time.

An ethereal ghost of a green haired witch flitted by him as he lay upon his bed, allowing his mighty member to be trapped in between the mountainous valleys of both girls. That ghost rubbed his cheek and smiled at him, whispering about the happiness he was feeling right now. The happiness he could so easily share with others...

Indeed, there was happiness all around. Shirley was having her long standing crush upon him fulfilled. Kallen had hope for Japan's future. He had the means to strike back against Britannia, showing greater success on his first outings than he could have imagined. While not total victory, he'd done more damage to Britannian morale through two operations than Japan's resistance movement had in seven years plus a month long war.

Simultaneously, Rivalz was in the middle of his own threesome not too far away. His longstanding crush upon Milly was being satisfied by the beautiful council president, who was bent over a desk thrusting herself back into him with her usual infectious enthusiasm. Atop the table with her legs spread open was Nina, too, who was able to revel in her attraction to women in a manner that allowed her to be more confident, more outgoing and happier than she likely had been in a long, long time. Her brand new heaving bouncy tits likely helped quite a lot as well. She had always been the smallest member of the council, but this must surely have helped her tremendously in building her confidence.

"So, what now?" Kallen asked, punctuating her question with a sloppy kiss at the head of Lelouch's enormous hypnodick. "We didn't get Cornelia."

"She didn't get us either," Lelouch said. "We avoided her trap and have spooked her to no end." He grabbed the top of Shirley's head, and pushed her gently so that her mouth opened wide and took his entire member in a single thrust. After the slightest pressure, she had no resistance to this at all. Her pretty face twisted around in pleasure at the taste of his member, becoming yet more beautiful. Ah, how had he been so ignorant of this before? Of course, Kallen was competitive enough that she pouted impertinently, and moved further up his body. Dragging her tits along his chest. Were he not already effectively immune to her charms, this would have surely put him under.

"But she'll be more ready for us next time," Kallen said. "So? What do you do next?"

"We learn and we adapt, faster than she can," Lelouch replied. "Next time, we must be the ones to go on the attack."

"That might be tricky," Kallen said. "She used titnosis pretty openly there. All she has to do is a series of daiy broadcast, showing off her deep creamy cleavage, and eventually the whole Area will bow to her every sexy whim."

True enough. Nothing Kallen had said was wrong. Cornelia had clearly intended to trap him quickly to get the whole affair over with, and return Clovis to safety. Ah, speaking of Clovis, at this very moment he was being given a thorough pegging by Villetta in the next room under Sayoko's careful supervision. Honestly, Lelouch felt quite fortunate that Nunnally was off playing with that girl Alice today, it would have been a bit difficult for them to have this impromptu meeting otherwise.

In any event - With the ambush failing Cornelia would be a lot more cautious in her actions. She'd no doubt decide to take a slower game to draw him out. Use conventional means as well as titnosis to investigate using the things she had learned from their encounter to slowly but surely corner him, and only when the force was truly overwhelming and surrounding him at every turn would she strike. Not in person - but through units that she trusted to get the job done properly. Another ambush of that nature seemed... unlikely. Unwise. Yes, Cornelia was likely to take that more cautious approach for her next move rather than doing something so blatant again.

"In which case, I will also have to go big," Lelouch announced. "It won't be enough to suborn my way up the chain of command, I shall have to be the one that takes the aggressive action. Lead with the King and trap Cornelia within my own web of lust! From there... once I have her under my spell, broken and horny, desperate to fullfill my every command, I shall have the true makings of my revenge! Britannia shall be obliterated!"

Ah, but if only he could have a peek into Cornelia's mind at this very moment so he could see precisely what avenue she was planning. No doubt she was carefully weighing her options and resources to best cast her meticulous web. Of that, Lelouch had absolutely no doubt at all!

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Cornelia was a monster. Let's get that out of the way right now. She's a hot monster, but she is definitely still one. Granted, compared to some of the other monsters in the Holy Britannian Empire, she doesn't exactly stand out too much. I mean, Luciano Bradley exists. That guy might actually not be able to get off until he's spilled someone else's blood that day. Or that hour. Cornelia was the kind of monster who was entirely pragmatic about it. It wasn't that she <i>enjoyed</i> slaughtering all resistance. It wasn't that she <i>especially liked</i> ordering the massacre of civilians for not helping them find resistance members living among them. However, it wasn't like she disliked those things either. They were things that she viewed as necessary. Not 'necessary evil'. Merely necessary. Practical. What's that? Ethics? What does that have to do with war? Winning, that's the thing that matters.

You see? A monster through and through. She used titnosis to make the enemy bow their heads because it was practical. Not because it would save their lives, but because it would save her the time and resources and manpower and, actually, it would save her own subordinate's lives if they didn't have to fight as much.

Now, Britannian lives... she cared about. To an extent. Her subordinates, she would rather not let die if it could be helped, though she certainly prioritised victory over such considerations. Her sister Euphemia was the only one that could fully override that. Her little sister. She would hold back if Euphemia's life was in danger. She wouldn't be able to help herself. On the other end of that spectrum were the Numbers. Inferior people. Disposable. Trash. She didn't care about them at all. Gratned, if it was useful to her then she'd make use of them to further her own ends because, again, she was practical about her actions. Her personal distaste of, say, Elevens couldn't overcome such things.

And so, it was a bit of a shock to her when the best sex of her life was happening to her right now. Because of an Eleven. Ploughing her from behind as she rested on her hands and knees, kissing Euphemia while their enormous heaving hypnotits smooshed into one another. She tried to tell herself that it was Euphemia doing this, making her feel this way. Her tits having an effect upon her mind. Whose tits was meant by that justification, Cornelia or Euphemia's? The answer is 'yes'.

However, the objective and practical part of her mind was telling her quite insistently that, no, this Eleven was naturally gifted in the art of rutting. Although his penis was merely "larger than average" and not "one glimpse turns a saint into a slut" levels of perfection as a cocknosis master, he was making up for it through sheer methodical skill, power and care. He was paying attention to her reactions. Adjusting accordingly. Exploring her body with powerful yet delicate hands, finding her weak spots and then mercilessly exploiting them. Normally Cornelia would have preempted such a thing from even starting to happen - but not this time. Her body heaved forward each time he thrust into her, pushing Cornelia into Euphemia who, to her surprise, didn't move an inch. If anything each push forward seemed to incentivise her to lean further into Cornelia, leaving her trapped. Pinned between these two.

After Cornelia's first climax, one whole hour into this session, Euphemia withdrew her lips. Her face was dotted with sweat, but Cornelia could tell from her eyes that she was far from finished. She lifted a nipple and placed it to Cornelia's mouth, and she took it in supping at the delicious mind melting milk that came forth.

"Sister, I have been thinking," Euphemia said. "I think we have been too harsh on the Japanese."

'Elevens' Cornelia wanted to correct, but her mouth was too full of dairy to respond as such. Furthermore - too harsh on them? When they were still so defiant? When they still had numerous functioning resistance cells after all this time? If anything she was of the view that they had not been harsh enough! Show them any weakness and they would surely exploit it!

"I have a better idea," Euphemia said, her arms reaching around to grap Cornelia's tits. Squeezing them, playing with them, relishing in their sensitivity and volume. "Why don't we show them the benefits of being Imperial citizens instead? Use the carrot instead of the stick.Kill with kindness."

Th-That kind of bleeding heart approach -! Cornelia rejected it, down to her core! However, articulating the reasons for that weren't exactly forthcoming. She could think around it, but putting it into words at that exact moment was not proving to be either easy or possible.

"I think this is a good idea," Suzaku said, leaning over Cornelia to kiss Euphemia on the lips. "Yeah, this will work, if we can fix the system so it's less cruel, there will be less of a reason to oppose it!"

Oh sure. Less reason to oppose it. Beyond, you know, little things like 'national pride' or 'paranoia that the Britannian state will start to mistreat them again later'. Which was a train of thought that annoyed Cornelia quite a bit as now she was essentially arguing in favour of the Japanese resistance! Bah! If you don't understand how your enemy thinks you'll lose to them more than you should! THink of it that way Cornelia. Oh. Actually, let's phrase that as 'think of it that way Cornelia when you're able to string a coherent thought together' because you were in the middle of building up to another serious climax and - Ah! Ah!

"Ahhhh," she sighed, tongue falling out of her mouth. Clovis forgotten. Her defeat was forgotten. All that mattered right now was listening to these two idiotic, naive bleeding hearts yammer on about their peace and love plans to help improve the quality of life for numbers. All the while, the only thing this large titted monster could do was nod along