Story: Code Cocknosis

 

Oh, Cornelia li Britannia. You really are such a troublesome woman, aren’t you? A regal beauty if ever there was one—though “regal” feels almost too dainty a word for someone like her. Tall, imposing, built with the kind of feminine form that radiates strength rather than softness. Every inch of her posture demanded deference, from the cut of her shoulders to the steel in her stance. Her face was stern, beautifully so, every line sharpened by discipline and command. And of course, that hair! A sweeping cascade of lavender that framed her like a war banner unfurled.

Cornelia didn’t need to announce herself. She was the kind of woman you noticed the second she entered a room, the kind of presence that made the air itself stand straighter. Regal, yes. But more than that: untouchable.

At least... that is how she normally is. When she had first acquired the power of titnosis, she had used it carefully and with numerous precautions, for she could feel within her the gnawing, all consuming lust that threatens to drive the weaker willed mad. 

But she was not weak willed. She was Cornelia li Britannia. While it is true that she had granted this power to her sister Euphemia, she had done so to help keep her sister safe, for in the world they lived in a Princess like her, without martial or strategic capability, was as vulnerable as a puppy.

The idea had never occurred to her. The concept had never even entered her mind. That her downfall, that her ultimate weakness was that younger sister of hers. Though her own mind was militarily brilliant, it had its blind spots all the same. Ah, but did it have blind spots! Her very own family, whom she cared about a little too much, was her ultimate achilles heel!

Perhaps one could say that she underestimated her enemy. Or misunderstood its true nature. Titnosis. She thought it tamed. She thought she had brought it to heel. She thought she was being cautious, being smart, being strategic, but instead she'd been setting up the dominos in a chain that would ultimately lead to her being the one tipped over.

Right now, Cornelia was on her knees, chest exposed, hands groping at her tits, while in front of her was an unthinkable sight. An Eleven, a mere Japanese man, was railing her sister from behind. Making her tits her perfect tits her perfect hypnotic perfect tits bounce all around and jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle ~

"Oh, Suzaku!" Euphemia moaned. "You're such a stud!"

He's such a stud. Cornelia distantly understood that she should not be thinking. It was a really dangerous thought to let into her head right now, but Euphemia had said it, and now it was true. Suzaku Kururugi was a total stud. Look at him go. That boy had a godly physique. 

She was drooling. Oh, but who was that referencing here? Cornelia? Euphemia? Well, actually, it was both. They were both drooling like mad. More to the point, Euphemia's body was starting to tremble, while Cornelia was pawing at her tits more desperately, aching for a chance to cum - but it wasn't happening.

<i>Start thinking with your tits</i>

Her pride beat the notion back. She would think with her brain! With her reason! With her keen strategic mind! Not her -

<i>If you think with tits then you'll get laid!</i>

Her pussy quivered at the idea of it. The mere mention alone was enough to send a thrill through her body. But no! No, she would not succumb, she would not give in so - So!

The two of them changed position. Now, Suzaku was flat on his back while Euphie, dear sweet innocent Euphie, was riding him cowgirl style. She'd even acquired a hat from somewhere and was whipping it around her head, riding that boy like he was a bucking bronco, and she was the seasoned bullrider.

<I>your sister's given in to tits and she's having so much fun!</i>

Wrong move there! That made Cornelia all the more determined to - 

"Ohhhh, Suzaku, you're such a good fuck, I needed this so badly!!"

Suzaku is a great fuck, and Euphie really needed this. No, no, stop that! It was bad enough that she was already internalising the idea that Suzaku was such a hunk - Oh good gracious he was like a slab of beef - The last thing, the absolutely last thing she needed was to internalise the idea that the thing she needed right now more than anything else was to get fucked by an Eleven. By a hunky stud of an Eleven. By a total stud who would give her such a good fuck, and - And!

"S-So, sister!" Euphemia panted. "My tits tell me that by now, you're probably trying to fend off your own tits too much to fight back!"

Cornelia made an inarticulate sound. Her tits would not win. Her tits would not win.

"From now on, me and my tits think there need to be changes in Japan," Euphemia said. "Not Area Eleven. Japan. They are not Elevens. They are Japanese."

"They are Japanese," Cornelia repeated out loud, making sure to give her nips a big 'ol tweak while she said it. Internally though, she was fending off her tits. She could feel them creeping along her consciousness, testing her boundaries, but she would push them back, push them back and back and -

"We need a gentler approach to deal with the unruly elements," Euphemia said. "It's quite understandable they would object to our rule, especially when we've been so needlessly cruel to them. With your help, we'll let tits and cock rule!"

"Tits and cock rule!" Cornelia repeated. Oh, that was a sneaky point right there. Her tits had tried to use a diversionary tactic to create a weak point in her defenses - but all it did was provide Cornelia a counterpoint! She flanked around her tits and squeezed them from the side using her upper arms, that would do it, that wold keep them nice and contained!

"Very good!" Euphemia giggled. "Now, my tits have decided to reward you for such good behaviour. In a moment, I'm going to cum soooo hard, and then I will get dressed, and you will forget alllll about this - But you will internalise everything I've said! And if you do... If you do that, then you can go off and get dicked by Sir Guilford."

"But Suzaku is such a stud..." Cornelia whined, sounding petulant and needy, a pair of emotions that she would normally rather die than express.

"Suzaku. Is. My. Stud!" Euphemia insisted, bouncing up and down on his dick with further enthusiasm and vigour to really make her point hit home. "My stud! Not yours! Though, I am going to share him with Miss Croomy, I think you're a better fit with Sir Guilford, don't you~?"

Before Cornelia could finish processing any of that, Euphemia threw her head back, baring her tits and going stock still. Except her tits. The remaining motion from her rutting reverberated through her body, making those tits bounce and wobble all over the damned place as she let out a truly inhuman wail.

"I surrender to my tits!" Euphemia moaned. "My tits will think for me from now on~"

Her head lowered once again, and there was something strange in her expression that Cornelia couldn't place, even if she was looking at Euphemia's face. Which she wasn't. Eyes on the tits. Only on the tits. Only on the tits, tits, tits! As Euphemia rose and strode across the room with a needlessly seductive gait, Cornelia's eyes followed after.

"You were a tough nut to crack," Euphemia said. "Persuading you to give Euphemia titnosis for her own protection was a brilliant long term masterstroke, don't you think?" She paused for a moment. "Oh, that's right. You're not thinking right now. You're too busy fighting off the control to realise that we've already won."

She picked up her dress and put it on. Then, only then, did she snap her fingers and - Cornelia blinked and shook her head. Hrm? Oh, that's right. She'd come in here to discuss something with Euphemia. Looking over, she saw Sir Kururugi laying out on the bed, well and truly fucked out. She'd done quite the number on that stud, hadn't she? He'd given her such a good hard fuck, which she'd obviously desperately needed, so -

"Is there a reason you're staring at my consort?" Euphemia sweetly asked. Ah, of course, she forgot herself. Suzaku was Euphemia's boytoy, her boytoy, hers, hers, hers! And maybe Cecile Croomy's as well, not Cornelia's. Even if he was a hot stud, she should not stare at her sister's consort!

"I've been giving some consideration to your earlier thoughts," Cornelia said. "You may be on to something. Japan has been a problematic Area for far too long. I had credited this to the fact they surrendered before their military was truly smashed - but perhaps our approach with them was mistaken."

"Very good!" Euphemia giggled. "I have some idea - I'll have the report ready in the morning."

That sounded good. "I look forward to reading it," Cornelia said. "Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get absolutely ruined by Sir Guilford. I'll have you and Sir Kururugi deal with any and all emergencies to arrive inside that timeframe."

"Very good, dear sister," Euphemia said. "And soon enough, who shall rule the world?"

"Tits and cock," Cornelia replied without thinking about it. Little realising how complete her defeat had been, by a truly insidious foe. "Tits and cock shall rule the world."