Monday, 28 November 2022

Story: CG Britannian Breeding

 

The game of chess is what can be called an open game, where both players have access to perfect information about the game state. What matters here is your ability to strategise, figure out where you are weak and where your opponent is strong. Obfuscate your attacks, lead your opponents into traps that may not be obvious at first blush. That can be tricky to do when you both have full access to information about the opponent's state of play - but it can be done. Lelouch was an expert in such matters.

Now, he was engaged in another form of open game: Sex. He was on his bed, in his own room, with a green haired beauty on top of him. Straddling his waist, boldly teasing his body. A gleam in her eye that said that she was the one in charge, she was going to dictate how this went, and he was just along for the ride.

In chess terms - C.C. was white, and Lelouch was black. Which was his preference anyway. Your opponent can reveal a lot when they think they have the advantage. Although he had to admit, her first move did reveal quite a lot - Namely, her bare breasts, eager for inspection. His counterplay was inevitable - he grabbed her breasts with both his hands, testing them to see where felt good, comparing to what he'd already learned of her erogenous zones... Though he was fully aware that this was the play she was expecting, for now he would play along to get her to drop her guard.

"How predictable," C.C. said, gradually humping into him. Slowing down the pace to what she wanted. Teasing him with a long, sturdy grip on his shaft. She had excellent control over her muscles. "You're overconfident. Boasting about means beyond your reach. You lack experience, and think yourself king of the world."

"Careful now," Lelouch said. "Now you're starting to boast."

"Maybe!" C.C. said, pulling up and leaning back, keeping her breasts just barely out of reach of his hands. "But I can back it up. Can you?"

He had to admit, she had more raw talent than he'd expected. Not merely in the act of copulation, but sexual teasing as well. Now that his hands could not reach her breasts, he was regretting so eagerly taking up her gambit. She wanted him to explore, just as he'd assumed, drink in the delights of her bosom, and then pull away at the last moment so that he would yearn for more. Like a man trapped in hell who caught a glimpse of heaven - though that metaphor hardly worked, as he was still penetrating her, and that was a heaven all unto itself!

For now, he would return his attention to her thighs. Those had gotten a reaction before, and so Lelouch would massage them in time to her own rutting against him. Groping her healthy thighs, squeezing that firm flesh. Toned, smooth, without a blemish on them. For a fleeting moment he caught sight of a smirk upon her pretty face, and Lelouch caught himself wondering - had she opened that front to trap him here, as well? Had she feigned weakness where there was instead strength?

Or was it a double bluff? Was she trying to make him think that this wasn't her true weak point? Was she trying to play him by making him focus his attention on her thick, creamy thighs, teasing him in much the same way she had invited him to grope her breasts?

"Is that hesitation I feel?" she asked, and then spanked her own ass. "You see? You might have some natural talent, but you lack the will to use it to the fullest, and the experience to -" She stopped, and a look of total surprise took her face as she suddenly came, and not just once, multiple times in quick succession.

"You let your guard down," Lelouch said, and flipped her over onto her back, so that he was on top and she promptly, instinctively, wrapped her legs around his waist. "You might know your body well, but that is why I was testing it with my fingers. Learning how it reacted, so that I could most effectively take charge."

She writhed under his touch, though he was mindful that this too could be a ploy. Trying to fork him perhaps, between drawing back on what he was doing or finding her reactions inherently arousing. He had to admit, this mysterious girl was a natural talent in bed. It felt like he could fuck her for an eternity and never once get bored.

"Ah! Ohhh, you'll - You'll have your harem in nnnnnnoooo time at all like thiiiiis!" C.C. grunted and whined and moaned, her body semi-mindlessly rutting into him.

"Who says I want a harem?" Lelouch asked. "Is it my fault that beautiful women throw themselves at me? Time after time?"

"You're - Talking - Like- Like you don't - Don't want this!" C.C. managed to get out, but he wasn't going to give her an inch. Now that he had her defenses down, his attack would be relentless. Lelouch had numerous pieces at his disposal, and without fail he would capture every single one of hers! Her nipples? Captured by his lips. Her thighs? Grabbed his his hands, though she did have quite a tight grip around his waist - Too late, he realised his leverage position was not as strong as it should be, and she flipped him over while smothering his face with her breasts yet again. "Mmmm... You're complaining that beautiful women are after you, and yet here you are rutting with me all the same."

"Of course," Lelouch replied, prising himself out of that tremendous cleavage to continue the argument. She was back on top, but now he had his hands at the small of her back, bracing her and keeping her from leaning away from him again. Keeping her close. Close enough that he could smell her sweet heady fragrance. "My mind does not desire this, but my body has its needs as well."

"Humanity is like that," C.C. licked her lips and pouted, inviting him to come in for a kiss. He would refuse that gambit. He would play by his terms, not hers. "It is our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness. Due to our rational minds, we can ignore the needs of our bodies... but at the same time, we ignore the <i>needs</i> of our bodies."

"What are you trying to say? Stop dancing around the issue. Out with it!"


"Your body needs a harem of hot, busty, big bootied babes," C.C. said, her muscles massaging his dick so expertly, so precisely, that Lelouch felt like he was about to cum - until she did something else to somehow block it. What, exactly, Lelouch couldn't tell, but it was starting to make his balls ache. She really did know what she was doing, didn't she? "That's why you're having sex with me. Because your mind might not want it, but your body needs it, and it's not healthy to outright ignore what your body is telling you for long. Let your mind rule those desires, lest you be ruled by them!"

And this is where Lelouch made his masterstroke. His grand play. Without noticing, C.C. had been positioned into a mate in one spot. All Lelouch had to do... Was walk away. He pulled out. Got off the bed, took a deep breath and said "Quite so. And that is why I'm finishing now."

"Huh?"

She really hadn't expected that move. Well, even if she had it would have been fine. He had a few other tricks up his sleeve, now that he had her measure.

"I am the master of my own destiny, my penis is not." Lelouch willed his erection down by sheer determination alone. Better... though he'd likely have to crank one out later on. "I am not ruled by lust. I will not be ruled by anyone or anything, but my own will. Not now, not ever again."

"Tsk," C.C. shook her head. She lay seductively on the bed, so Lelouch tossed some clothes at her. Less sexy clothes than what she was wearing before. Something from his own closet. "This is your rebellious streak rearing its ugly head. Are you still dead set on having your  revenge against his Majesty?"

Lelouch stopped in his tracks, freezing on the spot. What had she just said? Now he was eying her with great suspicion about where she had come from.

"What is it you think you know about me?" Lelouch asked. In response, C.C. turned up her nose. Tossed the clothes aside and simply lounged there, staring at him expectantly. "Don't be coy about this, saying something like that about someone in an Empire that controls a third of the planet is..."

"The truth," C.C. said, but refused to elaborate any further. "I'll tell you what, if you can satisfy me then I'll spill my guts. You're the closest any man has ever gotten, so..."

So lure him in with bait, was it? Quite a devious move there, and that marked the difference between this and chess. In chess, all available moves are known to all parties beforehand, but this one? It struck Lelouch clear out of left field. Regardless, he would not be blackmailed. He would not be extorted. Not by some mystery girl. Instead, he continued dressing himself.

"I think you should leave," he said, opening his door - and finding both Kallen and Shirley there, wearing modified Ashford uniforms much as C.C. had been wearing. "Ah? You two? What are you -"

While Shirley blushed, Kallen pushed him into the room hard enough that he toppled back onto his bed. Before he could react, the three girls were hugging onto him on all sides - Without him realising it, Lelouch had been caught in a 'smothered mate'!

"S-So, apparently this is going to be our, uh, bedroom from now on," Shirley said, unable to make eye contact with him.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Kallen said, pulling off his trousers with her teeth, leaving him helpless, unable to do much of anything as they mounted him, a harem thrust upon him against his own desires. "By the way, you don't mind if we have a bit of a chat about what C.C. was saying? Something about you... overthrowing the Emperor?"

Oh dear, was that a concealed knife she was starting to play with? She flicked it out and then put it away again in the blink of an eye. That was probably a bad sign, but - Ah! His nipples were under attack! All Lelouch could do was lie there, squirm, and let his King be taken by three beautiful women, who would be his for the rest of his life.

Not such a bad 'defeat' when you put it like that, is it?


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