Story: CG Britannian Breeding

 

It's worth remembering that Lelouch is the Prince in exile of an Empire that controls a third of the planet and is currently living undercover while planning, plotting and scheming ways in which he could get revenge against his father and the Empire as a whole. That does not lead to a healthy mindset. In fact, it tends to lead one towards rampant paranoia.

A mysterious green haired girl with a weird name suddenly showing up at his school, unannounced, set off all manner of alarm bells. Especially when she was nuclear hot. No, no! Lelouch shook his head, he'd already had sex with Kallen and Shirley today, his balls did not need to be emptied again. Yet. Focus on why she's suspicious. Try to figure out her game.

Is she a spy? Someone arriving undercover to investigate him? It seemed unlikely that she was a transfer student. He would have likely heard of one coming in, and he definitely would have remembered someone with such striking green hair and a perfectly proportioned body.

Stop that. Suspicious. Not horny.

He watched as C.C. swanned into the room like she owned the place, immediately gaining the attention of everyone else. In particular, Milly Ashford, who approached like an alpha wolf in a pack sensing a challenge to their authority.

"My, my! Aren't you a tall glass of delicious," Milly said. "I'm Milly, by the way."

"Would you like a drink?" C.C. shot back. Oh dear. The grin on Milly's face was quite worrying. "I promise, I'm non-alcoholic... Though if you take a sip you will wind up tipsy."

"I like you," Milly playfully snarled like a cat. "We're keeping you, no danger there."

"Oh no, there are two of them," Shirley pinched her nose, and Lelouch felt like joining her. "It'll be innuendo city in here before long."

"Twinned with double entendre valley," Kallen added.

Yes, that was going to be quite troublesome. Rivalz and Nina also seemed quite interested in this new arrival. She had this air about her, like her mere presence completely dominated the room. You almost couldn't not watch her, if that made any sense. It wasn't just her ludicrously appealing body, it wasn't just the exotic look the green hair gave her. It was... everything. Her confidence, the way she carried herself, the general attitude she was putting out. It was enthralling, mesmerising - 

And Lelouch could feel the beast in his underwear start to awaken yet again. It wanted to lay claim to her. He, though, did not. He was still very suspicious about her and her motivation.

Such things were quickly cast aside when the door opened again and his sister wheeled into the room, pushed by her friend Alice. She didn't say much to Lelouch normally. She was just there, helping out when he was unable to for one reason or another. If he didn't know better he'd swear his sister was trying to give him one less thing to worry about so he could live a life without having to worry about her, but that would be ridiculous.

He would worry about her forever. Forever. Because he was like that.

Her smile lit up the room, stealing attention from the green haired nuisance. "Hi everyone, I brought some juice - " she began to say, but then the bottle fumbled out of her hands, landed in her lap in between her legs, and then the top popped out and sprayed some sort of fruity concoction all over C.C., drenching her hair, shoulders and dripping down her uniform.

"Oh no!" Shirley said, stepping forward - before being quickly intercepted by Sayoko.

"Pardon me, could you please help me with something?" Sayoko asked.

"Hold on, let me get you a towel," Kallen said, only for Alice to step in her way.

"Hello. I am Alice. It is nice to meet you," Alice said. Hrm, that was a little suspicious. Why were those two being kept occupied -

"Big brother, could you please help her out?" Nunnally asked.

And just like that, Lelouch's thought process whirled around to another topic. She was his blind spot, you see. His innocent little sister had just requested he help out C.C. and all of a sudden that was all that mattered.

"Of course, let me show you where the shower is," Lelouch said, guiding her out of the room.

"I'll get a change of clothes ready!" Nunnally chirped back. Oh, how nice! How thoughtful of her! Surely this would go perfectly well and with absolutely no perverted connotations at all!

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So here she was, taking a shower. Had to give it to the little sister, she's as sharp as the rest of her family. C.C. let the warm water cascade down her body, closed her eyes and felt it trickling down her curves. There was something about this that was always erotic. The lack of clothes, the warm sheen that it gives the flesh... Something about it that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Of course, it helped that she had a perpetually young body that happened to be ridiculously, marvelously dripping with feminine sex appeal combined with centuries of experience at interacting with human beings.Her instinctive awareness of human sexuality, combined with this body, made her quite capable of seducing virtually anyone that had any kind of attraction to the female form.

Since both Marianne and her daughter were so insistent on hooking her up with Lelouch... well. Who was she to complain? He was quite the handsome young man, and if he took after his parents at all then he probably fucked like a wild beast. Don't misunderstand, she'd never lay with Charles, but she'd heard the stories from Marianne, and one does not keep one hundred lives by lacking in the sack.

Okay, sure, being the Emperor is a big factor in that, but still. Look at all the kids he had. Then try telling her that guy doesn't know how to have a fun time.

The door to the shower room opened. "It's just me!" Aha, that was Lelouch. "I brought you a change of clothes."

"Gosh, how daring," C.C. quipped. "Entering a shower while a girl is in here? Naked? Naughty boy."

"There's a curtain between us," Lelouch deftly countered.

"A curtain that you can see my silhouette through," C.C. sang in response. "Not that I especially mind. At least admit to wanting to sneak a peek."

"That's not why I'm here," Lelouch said.

"Oh? You want something a bit more... intense? Or should that be... intimate?"

He put the clothes down, and she could see him turn his back on her. Hrmph! That wasn't any fun.

"I would like to know a bit more about you," Lelouch said. That left him open to quite a few comments, C.C. opened her mouth to let whatever comment rushed out first fly, but he cut her off. "I'm just a little bit curious, there aren't any transfer students that I'm aware of."

"Of course, of course," C.C. said. "That's why you came in. To give me a... thorough inspection."

"Is everything an innuendo to you?"

"Is it to you?"

What fun. She could already tell that his mind was quite sharp. Others would have been too cowed by her physical beauty and overall demeanour to joust with her so rapidly. Yet here he was, giving as good as he got. Still, he was outmatched by sheer experience - though his intelligence was keeping him in the race longer than it perhaps should have.

"If you're just going to avoid my questions, then I'll have to take it to the police," Lelouch said. "I'm sure they would be quite interested in finding out about someone pretending to be a student. Good day."

Oho! The nuclear option, was it? She was quite sure he would normally prefer to avoid official attention, but local police should not cause any issues. It wasn't as if any of them would know of the vi Britannias. Then again, he had no way of knowing that she knew he wanted to avoid official attention, so it was a quite suitable bluff. Bound to make her cooperative. He smartly walked out of the room, leaving her stewing in the shower and - 

Hrm? What was this? She was... horny for him? Well, alright, she did tend to get aroused easily when that sort of man was involved, but to this degree? 

"Well, Marianne. I'd say you raised your son well, but I dare say you didn't have as much to do with that as you like," C.C. chuckled to herself while stepping out of the shower. "Not to worry though. He'll be calling me Mommy before too long."

Especially if she wore the change of clothes he'd brought in. Goodness gracious, how thoroughly scandalous. Perhaps he was already planning to fool around with her from the start? Quite the bizarre foreplay your son has, Marianne - not that she should have expected anything different.

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Lelouch didn't honestly intend to call the police, of course, but her reaction to that would tell him everything he wanted to know. If she wasn't on the level, she'd try to manipulate him into leaving them be. If she played it cool like it didn't matter - then that was more concerning, because it meant two possibilities. The first was that she was clean as a sheet. The other, she had some form of pull that meant she would be safe from an official investigation. 

Either way, it would help narrow down what she was about. Sometimes that's the point of a strange move in chess. To see what your opponent does in response to it. You can tell their psychological priorities, their blind spots, their habits, and potentially use those against them.

No matter what she did now, he'd learn something from her. That's the point that mattered here. She wanted to play coy? She wanted to pretend it didn't matter? Very well. He was going to wait out here for her to come out. Judge her reaction, and then let's see what she -

The door opened. Lelouch smirked, ready for anything she might throw at him. That is to say, anything but - 

"Quite the outfit you gave me," C.C. quipped. Standing there in the doorway wearing a version of the Ashford girl's uniform that was blatantly too small for her. The skirt hid nothing. The blazer only covered half of her torso, and that was a generous estimate... She gave a little twirl, and goodness me he felt a bit dizzy. "It's a good thing you're cute, or I'd take offence."

"Th-That's!" he protested, but found himself unable to come up with a decent excuse. Those are the clothes that Nunnally picked out for her! His mind raced. Oh no! Since she was blind, she must have picked out one of her old school uniforms by mistake! However! Blaming his sister for literally anything was so anathema to Lelouch that he couldn't get the words out! Even if he found her holding a pistol while sitting near a dead body, he would not believe for a second that she had been the one to pull the trigger! "That's a mistake, I must have grabbed the wrong clothes. One moment, I'll get you -"

"No need," C.C. said, clicking her tongue and looking him up and down. "Which is your bedroom again?"

"My bedroom...?" she couldn't possibly mean what he thought she meant!

"Hrm... Yes, I suppose I should have said 'our' bedroom, shouldn't I?" C.C. asked. She reached out, hooked her index finger under his collar, and effortlessly dragged him down the hallway. "Now you're going to ask me what I meant by 'our' bedroom, right?"

"Well, yes! I am!"

She shook her head, rolled her eyes, then seductively rolled her hips- Nnnnrgh! His penis was hard again! His balls were aching! The urge to breed her was becoming fast overwhelming!

"It's my bedroom. Your bedroom," C.C. said. "And also Kallen and Shirley's bedroom too. We'll all be sleeping there from now on. Understood?"

This wasn't how this was meant to go! She'd somehow effortlessly wrapped him around her little finger, and was leading him along as if - as if he was her pet! Unable to take that injury to his pride, Lelouch did the one and only thing he could do in that moment. Grab her shoulder, spin her around, push her to the wall, hand sliding up her leg until it went under that scandalously tiny skirt - 

"...Oh!" C.C. gasped as Lelouch thrust inside her. "W-well, aren't you mister talented? You seem to kn-know exactly what you're doing with that dick of yours."

"Or maybe a girl like you is easily satisfied?" Lelouch asked, thrusting in harder, all the way to the hilt. Her pussy was welcoming him in with great enthusiasm, this moist tight chasm effortlessly drew him in. From the look in her eyes, he was left with the impression that if she hadn't wanted this, he would have at least two broken limbs by now. Her leg hooked around his waist, and made that point quite clear. Talented, beautiful, and stronger than she looked. "Got a lot of leg strength, have you?"

"I've done a lot of walking around," C.C. said, grabbing his head and pushing it into her half exposed cleavage. His instincts were telling him that this was not truly her most sensitive area, this was her attempt to retain control over the situation. Is that so? Well, he wasn't surrendering that easily, either! Her legs might be strong, but if his guess was right - there we go! Her thighs were quite sensitive as well, weren't they? "Ah! Wh-What's this?!"

"Nothing much, I'm simply getting to know you," Lelouch replied. There we go. "So these are your most potent erogenous zones, are they? Very well. Then let's see how quickly I can reduce you to putty in my hands!"

A monster had been unleashed in Ashford Academy that day. Elsewhere in the building, a blind and crippled innocent seeming girl smiled sweetly, knowing all was going according to plan.