It was a crucial moment in the life of a crucial boy. Lelouch Lamperouge is more important to this world's future than any might have guessed. For now, he's rather confused. Baffled by the strange events unfolding around him. He thinks himself ordinary. He thinks himself, at best, a promising youth with a keen sense of charisma and strategy.
For the time being, he was embracing one of the prettier bunny girls - no, correction, he performed a mental check. This was without a doubt the prettiest bunnygirl around. But that was hardly of any consequence when, out of nowhere, Knightmares burst through the ceiling.
"This way!" the bunnygirl said - but then all of a sudden she wasn't quite there anymore, and he was running alongside Rolo.
Chaos emerged around them, while the ring was glowing ominously and unnoticed in his pocket. Its light dimmed, while Kallen sat on the floor dazed and confused, utterly disoriented by her sudden and inexplicable repositioning.
All the same, the building wasn't faring well under the sudden combat situation. As Lelouch and Rolo fled into a stairwell, it suddenly collapsed out from under them. Thinking quickly, Lelouch shoved Rolo aside - but was not fast enough on his feet to prevent himself from plummeting down, down and yet further down -
"Lelouch!" Rolo yelled, reaching after him, while Lelouch screamed after him, unable to recall what, exactly, it was that he was even screaming.
Despite that, somehow, he found himself rising unharmed. He'd landed on a green tarp on the lower level, which had managed to break his fall rather miraculously. He climbed out to investigate, try to find Rolo - when all of a sudden, a Knightmare descended from out of nowhere.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled at the Knightmare. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide - he accepted his fate with open arms. "What good is any of this? Do you really think this is going to make anything better?"
"Lelouch" a girl's voice said from within the Knightmare frame. "They really did a number on you, didn't they?"
Moments after this, a beautiful young woman climbed out. Green hair, that went all the way down her back. Those eyes -they burned with wisdom, shining brightly. She focused her gaze upon him, and seemed prepared to say something - when a bullet flew into her had, and she toppled off the Knightmare to the ground.
Lelouch stared in shock, total shock, and rushed towards her - while friendlier Knightmares soon rushed in, surrounded by infantry who were all aiming their guns squarely at him.
"It seems the bait has worked," said the commanding officer. What? Bait? "Well done, boy, for luring her out."
"Did you have to kill her like that?" Lelouch asked. "It was strange - it seemed as though she knew me."
"Most likely, yes!" the officer said, his tone derisive and mocking, addressing Lelouch like something he'd scraped off his shoe. "Oh, dont worry boy, you'll be seeing her again before too long. You can ask her all about it in the afterlife!"
The ring reacted strongly in Lelouch's pocket. Much like with King before it abhorred the kind of arrogance this man was displaying. It was the kind that sat atop a pedestal begging and pleading to be knocked down. So be it. The ring would oblige. Its power flowed into Lelouch - at the very same moment that C.C.'s hand reached up to kiss him on the mouth.
A more perfect timing couldn't have been performed. The NTR Ring grabbed hold of the balls of the men in the room as they watched C.C. french Lelouch as only she could. With passion, with frightening skill, her tongue exploring his mouth greedily.
"Wh-What?" the commander gasped weakly. Not at the fact that she was alive, but - Oh wow. Oh wow she was really going at it!
As for Lelouch himself memories had flowed back into him. Memories of Zero. Memories of the Black Rebellion. Memories of.. His sins. Too many to count, but one in particular stood atop the others. It was a sin for which he would have to repay - but first he would make the world itself repay its share of that sin.
C.C. pulled away and began to grind up against him, holding onto his head and ensuring it stayed over her shoulder while she pushed her ass right into his crotch. Before, his thoughts were muted. Before, he could not tell that something was entirely amiss. Before, his ability to analyse his own thinking had been chained up - but now?
Now his mind was as sharp as it ever was. Like a scalpel made of a diamond. Something was influencing his thoughts. It was not easy for him to tell - it masked itself well but he'd been training himself, before his memories were erased, to notice if something was amiss within his own thinking. If something was trying to distract him, dissuade him, make things opaque or unclear.
And it did not take him long to seek through his memories to find the answer. This mysterious ring in his pocket. Yes, thinking back on his actions, even considering what he remembered - his behaviour and the behaviour of those around him, there were incongruities there that had started from the moment he'd acquired this ring.
For example, it was rather out of character for C.C. to be pushing her body up against him like this. Rubbing her ass directly into his crotch in front of all these enemies. In turn, those enemies were not moving, as if they had lost all use of their muscles. Lelouch should be using his Geass right about now to make them submit, but instead -
Dominance. Knock down the arrogant and the unworthy. The men in front of him, who had seemed to delight in the idea of slaughter, of crowing over him, they were unworthy in every possible means.
"You were monitoring my every action today, were you not?" Lelouch asked while C.C. bent down to touch her toes, really pushing it back into his crotch. "Very well then. Take all the notes you want."
He whipped it out and let it lie there, bouncing between C.C.'s cheeks. As he expected, they all turned their gazes towards his member, confirming that the power - whatever it might be - was a sexually oriented one.
And that, furthermore, it was capable of even influencing this immortal witch.
"This is... This mere bait is -"
"That's all you know of, isn't it?" Lelouch asked. He smacked C.C.'s rear, making her squeal. "Tell me, C.C. what do you think of these men?"
"I only see one man in this room," was C.C.'s answer, and he rewarded her with penetration, going nice and deep, and as he sank in, he could see the breath escaping their lungs. It was amusing, truly. They had the weapons. They were the trained soldiers, but watch a demon rut with his witch and they were left speechless, powerless.
Impotent.
Some of them started to weep as they watched him claim his woman. A slow, methodical fuck. They even turned ninetey degrees to make sure they could see it all, but even so, Lelouch's taunting continued.
"You did not know that she was immortal," Lelouch said, smacking C.C.'s hot ass again, causing all others in the room to whimper. For his woman, his witch, she moaned in arousal, the likes of which she had not felt in her centuries of existence. "That's why you shot her, is it not? You seemed surprised when she recovered from the blow."
"Immortal..." the commander squeaked, yet again, the word 'impotently' came to mind. "But how is -"
"What is more, none of you brought eye protection in case of the worst possible outcome for yourselves," Lelouch said. "The return of my memory, the return of my power! All I need do is make eye contact with you all, and issue the command! You would be dead within seconds!"
He physically lifted C.C. off the ground by her thighs and started really giving it to her. Was he always this strong? No, surely not. He'd let himself go a bit this past year, from not taking care of Nunnally... Had it truly been a year? That was hard to believe, and yet -
"Look at you all!" Lelouch taunted. "I've just told you, flat out, that I could have you killed in a moment, with merest eye contact! You have the guns. You have the power. You can shoot me dead anytime you wish - and yet you do not! The Power of the Kings? Doomed to loneliness? What a joke! But the bigger joke is all of you!"
By now, several of the men had dropped their guns and were stroking off their tiny dicks, crying tears that couldn't be called manly. They were all emasculated. Their dicks were absolutely small, almost comedically so.
The absurdity of the situation was not lost on him. With one more push, they'd be his entirely. No need to kill them, no need for that. Not when he could so, so easily make better use of them while they were alive.
"And the last thing you did not know... is that I am Lelouch vi Britannia!" he roared, while C.C. came helplessly on his dick. Yes, helplessly - and just like that, so did all of these fools, too.
"Royalty..." the commander gasped in horror, in fright, and in absolute submission as he came all over his hand. A tiny amount, to be certain, but one could hardly expect a flood to come from a puddle. "I had no idea! Forgive me, your majesty! I should have known better than to treat you as mere bait!"
There was easy wordplay here. The bait was the master now, to the masturbator. Tsk. Lelouch let C.C. slide off his cock, and he watched as she quickly recovered- but so too did his penis. He pulled up his trousers and then tugged out the ring from his pocket. Total domination without using Geass...? Fascinating.
If the Emperor himself has the Power of Kings, then it seems that Lelouch himself would need to make the best use of this ring towards his own advantage. But first things first - he must escape this tower, without revealing to the world that he'd gotten his memories back. Luckily for him, he had a squad, a team intended to surveil him, that would apparently do whatever he asked - no Geass required.
Well then.
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