Story: Cocknosis Geass

 

The next day, all seemed normal at Ashford Academy, and if a work of fiction opens up with the words 'seemed normal', you can take it at read that it actually wasn't. Not if you scratched the surface. At the very least, Lelouch was able to rise from bed as normal, and by bed he actually meant bed, because the current arrangement had made C.C. conducive to not sleeping there instead of him.

That's not to say she was on the floor. He'd actually gotten her a bed for herself instead. Which was probably for the best. There were only so many indignities a prideful teenage boy could endure before breakfast. Even so, he had to be careful, keep his weapon out of sight, tuck it away... And then he strolled out into the Ashford student council area, where he found the rest of the council milling about.

"-and I'm telling you, there's absolutely no way that was supposed to happen."

"Of course it wasn't," Shirley said.

"Well, it happened."

"That doesn't make it supposed to happen."

"I know that!"

Lelouch stopped just inside the doorway. Milly was sitting on one of the desks, grinning broadly. Rivalz was standing in front of her, gesticulating as he told some story about a teacher, while Shirley sat nearby listening with the sort of amused attention she usually reserved for Rivalz's more ridiculous anecdotes. Nina was at the other end of the room, apparently occupied with her work, though she occasionally looked up at the conversation.

It was a perfectly ordinary scene. Almost painfully so. Rivalz was talking too loudly. Milly was teasing him. Shirley was trying not to laugh. Nina was pretending not to listen. Ashford Academy, in other words. Lelouch watched for a moment. In comparison to everything else going on right now, this was almost... serene.

"How was that?" Shirley whispered to him in passing. "Did we do good?"

"Careful now," Lelouch replied, his voice also a whisper. "Keep up the act, be a good girl, and then, only then, do you get your reward."

She bit her lip and shuddered, but in truth, Lelouch only barely had control over the situation. It was one of those unfortunate matters, you must understand. When he wasn't looking directly at them, he forgot how full Milly's boobs were, or how fine Shirley's ass was, or -

"Sorry I'm late!" Kallen said, striding into the room with a much more confident stride. Hip cocked, hand on her other hip, striding in like she owned the place. She then took a chug from a bottle of water, and - "Oops, clumsy me!"

Spilled the water all over her uniform, making it cling rather unnecessarily to her impressive bust.

Milly moved like lightning, towel in hand, and held it up to Kallen's chest.

"Clumsy, clumsy!" Milly chirped, casting a gaze back at Lelouch, then down to his crotch. "I mean, honestly, Kallen, you're better than this."

<i>Drill them. Drill them. Drill them, drill them, drill them -</i>

Lelouch ignored that voice in the back of his own head. He would say that it was hard, but that invited certain other thoughts as well. Easier to say that it was difficult for him to maintain a cool head.

Yes, this was the most obvious way for him to remain in control, but it was effective as a short-term solution. The girls understood that, in reality, he held the power in the situation, whatever else they had to say on the matter.

How had he done it? The answer was simple. He'd given instructions to various students and faculty across the campus - if he failed to announce a particular codeword by the end of the day, they were to restrain the student council, no matter what, for a full twenty-four hours. Safely, securely, but whatever else keep them from his cock, no matter what.

In other words, if they obeyed, if they were compliant, he would bestow upon them the gift of beholding the majesty of his hypnotic member. The girls were especially ravenously thirsty - but they were behaving themselves. Broadly. Sometimes one of them would slip up a bit, for example -

"Ooh, I pulled something in my calf!" Shirley griped suddenly.

"Here, let me!" Milly said, as Shirley sat down, put her leg up on another chair, and... so begins the leg rub. From one girl to another. Erotic? Yes, without a doubt. It could only be called erotic, no matter how you sliced it.

But only for a moment, when they noticed Rivalz staring too - and then they pulled back and started behaving normally again.

Soon enough, Lelouch sat at the head of the table, a pen tapping a steady, rhythmic beat against the wood. He didn't look at them. He didn't have to. He could feel the weight of their gazes. It wasn't a gaze directed at his eyes, or his face, or even his hands. It was a focused, starving attention centered entirely on the bulge beneath his trousers.

The air in the room felt thick, charged with a static electricity that made the fine hairs on the girls' arms stand up. To them, the space between Lelouch and the rest of the room wasn't just air; it was a magnetic field. The cocknosis radiated from him, a silent, pulsing frequency that whispered of absolute surrender and an addictive, shattering pleasure.

"The floral arrangements for the west wing are still pending," Milly said, her voice steady, though her fingers gripped the edge of the desk hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

"I can handle the vendor calls," Shirley offered. She shifted her weight, her skirt riding up an inch, her thighs rubbing together with a soft, wet sound that seemed to echo in the sudden silence of the room.

Lelouch paused his tapping. He glanced up, his violet eyes cool and calculating.

"Is that so, Shirley? You seem particularly eager to be helpful today."

Shirley flushed a deep crimson, her breath hitching. "I just... I want everything to be perfect, Lelouch."

"Perfect," Lelouch repeated, the word sliding out like a slow blade. "A noble goal. I trust you remember the terms of our arrangement?"

The girls all stiffened. The memory of the previous day-the sight of the colossal, hypnotic member that had rewritten their priorities-burned in their minds like a brand. The sheer size of it, the way the skin looked stretched and iridescent, the scent of musk and power that had filled their lungs until they couldn't breathe.

"Yes," Kallen whispered, her voice rasping. "Behave normally. No slips. No demands."

"And the reward?" Milly asked, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip.

"The reward is a glimpse," Lelouch replied, leaning back in his chair. "A brief audience with the majesty you so desperately crave. But only if the facade remains unbroken. If you can convince me that you are the diligent students and officers you pretend to be, I might be inclined to be generous."

A heavy silence descended. For ten minutes, the room was a temple of forced productivity. The only sounds were the scratching of pens and the ticking of the wall clock. But the tension was evolving. The girls weren't just obeying; they were strategizing.

Kallen suddenly shifted, reaching high up onto a shelf to retrieve a misplaced ledger. She did it slowly, arching her back until her chest thrust forward, the fabric of her white shirt straining violently against the swell of her breasts. She held the pose a second too long, her hips tilted, her eyes darting toward Lelouch to see if the visual feast had triggered a reaction.

Lelouch didn't move. He continued reading a report, his expression a mask of indifference.

Then came Shirley. She stood up to deliver a stack of papers to the table, but as she leaned over, she let a single pen slip from her fingers. She didn't just bend over to pick it up; she descended in a slow, deliberate curve, her rear pushing outward, the fabric of her skirt tightening across her cheeks. She lingered there, her breath coming in shallow, rhythmic pants, practically offering herself up for inspection.

Milly took the final approach. She walked over to Lelouch to present the budget, but instead of standing beside him, she leaned across the table. She draped herself over the mahogany, her cleavage spilling forward in a deep, inviting valley, her scent-a mix of expensive perfume and the pheromonal musk of arousal-wafting directly into his nostrils.

"Does this look correct to you, Lelouch?" she purred, her voice dropping an octave, vibrating with a hidden hunger.

Lelouch closed the folder with a sharp snap. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room.

"You think you're clever," he said, his voice devoid of warmth.

The girls froze. Milly remained draped across the table, her eyes wide.

"I don't know what you mean," Milly whispered, though her trembling lip betrayed her.

"The 'natural' stretch. The 'accidental' drop. The 'professional' lean," Lelouch enumerated, standing up slowly. "You aren't behaving normally. You are performing. You are attempting to manipulate my arousal to shorten the wait. You've treated my instructions as a game of chicken."

Kallen stepped forward, her confidence wavering. "We were just-"

"Silence," Lelouch commanded.

The word hit them like a physical blow. They instinctively recoiled, their bodies reacting to the authority embedded in his tone. Lelouch stepped toward them, the sheer presence of the cocknosis intensifying. The girls could almost feel the phantom heat of it, a pulsing weight that seemed to pull at the very center of their beings.

"Since you find the memory of my gift so distracting that you cannot focus on your duties, I believe a corrective measure is necessary."

Lelouch's eyes flashed. He didn't use a Geass, but the power of the cocknosis allowed for a psychological override. He snapped his fingers.

"Forget."

Suddenly, a void opened in their minds. The image of the enormous, throbbing shaft-the veins, the glans, the way it had felt against their skin-was wiped clean. For five seconds, they didn't know what they were craving. They knew there was something perfect, something divine, but the visual and tactile memory was gone.

The reaction was instantaneous. Shirley let out a strangled sob, clutching her head. Milly collapsed back onto the desk, her eyes darting around in a panic. Kallen gasped, her knees buckling as she felt a sudden, terrifying emptiness in her soul.

"Where is it?" Shirley wailed, her voice bordering on hysteria. "I can't... I can't remember! Lelouch, please! Put it back!"

"It's gone!" Nina cried, her composure completely shattered. "I can't see it in my head! Please, I'll do anything!"

The panic was visceral. To have known perfection and then have it ripped away, even for a heartbeat, was a torture worse than any physical pain. They were like addicts who had suddenly forgotten the existence of their drug, leaving only the agonizing withdrawal.

Lelouch waited until the fifth second passed. Then, he snapped his fingers again.

"Restore."

The memories flooded back with the force of a tidal wave. The girls shuddered, some of them moaning aloud as the image of the hypnotic cock slammed back into their consciousness. The relief was so intense that Shirley sank to the floor, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with a mixture of terror and adoration.

"Let that be a lesson," Lelouch said, his voice stern and cold. "You do not play games with me. You do not attempt to 'trick' me into giving you what you want. You will earn it through absolute, mindless compliance. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Lelouch!" they chorused, their voices desperate, pleading.

"Good. Now, I have business with the Black Knights that requires my attention. I will be gone for several hours."

He turned on his heel and walked toward the door. As he exited, he paused, glancing back over his shoulder.

"Rivalz, Suzaku. Keep them in line. If I return and find that the room is in disarray, or if any of them have attempted to bypass my rules, the punishment will be far more permanent than a five-second lapse in memory."

The door clicked shut.

The silence that followed was thick and suffocating. For a full minute, no one moved. Then, a collective groan erupted from the girls.

"I can't take it," Kallen groaned, sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, her legs spread wide, her hand instinctively drifting toward the dampness between her thighs. "I actually can't take it. The way he looked at us... the way he just took it away..."

"I feel like I'm vibrating," Shirley whimpered, hugging her knees to her chest. "My whole body just... it hurts. I need it. I need him to just let us see it. Just once."

Milly stood up, her eyes glazed and hungry. She looked at the door, then looked at the two boys remaining in the room. Rivalz was leaning against a table, looking vaguely uncomfortable, while Suzaku stood like a statue, his expression neutral but his eyes focused.

"We can't wait six hours," Milly whispered. "We'll go insane."

She turned her gaze toward Suzaku. Her eyes traveled down his trousers. Like Lelouch, Suzaku possessed the hypnotic gift, though it was a derivative of the power Lelouch had bestowed upon him. It wasn't the primary source, but it was potent nonetheless.

"Suzaku," Milly said, her voice trembling. "You're a good friend to Lelouch, right? You want us to be happy?"

Suzaku shifted, his gaze flickering toward the door. "Milly, I don't think-"

"Just a little bit," Shirley pleaded, crawling toward him on the carpet. "Just let us use yours for a while. Just to take the edge off. Lelouch wouldn't mind, right? He'd rather we be calm and productive than... like this."

Kallen joined them, her eyes dark with lust. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Suzaku's thigh. "Come on, Suzaku. You have it too. We can feel it. The pull... it's not as strong as his, but it's enough."

Suzaku looked down at the three girls, their faces twisted with a desperate, animalistic need. He felt the surge of his own cocknosis reacting to their arousal, the phantom heat stirring in his loins. For a moment, the temptation was overwhelming. He could satisfy them, could feel their mouths and hands on him, could enjoy the addictive feedback of their pleasure.

But then, he remembered the look in Lelouch's eyes. He remembered the way Lelouch had organized the power structure of their little circle.

"I can't," Suzaku said, his voice tight.

"Why not?" Kallen snapped, her frustration boiling over. "Is it some kind of loyalty test? We're talking about a fucking orgasm, Suzaku, not a military coup!"

"Because," Suzaku replied, glancing upward toward a small, inconspicuous smoke detector in the ceiling. "Lelouch told me specifically that if any of you tried to use me as a substitute, he would double the duration of the 'forgetting' punishment for everyone involved."

The girls froze. They all looked up at the smoke detector.

"A camera," Milly whispered, her face pale. "That bastard actually put a camera in here."

"He's probably watching us right now," Rivalz added, finally speaking up. He chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness in it. "He's probably sitting in some dark room, laughing his ass off while you three beg for a scrap of meat."

"Shut up, Rivalz!" Kallen yelled, though she didn't move away from Suzaku.

The realization that they were being monitored didn't stop the hunger; it only added a layer of exhibitionist thrill to the agony. They were trapped in a gilded cage, their bodies rewritten to crave a specific, hypnotic stimulus that only one man controlled.

"He's doing this on purpose," Shirley moaned, leaning her head against Suzaku's leg, though she no longer tried to touch him. "He's making us starve so that when he finally gives it to us, it'll feel... a thousand times better."

"He's a monster," Milly said, though she sounded like she was in love with the monster. "A strategic, calculating, sadistic monster."

"And we're just the pawns," Kallen added, closing her eyes and imagining the weight of Lelouch's member pressing into her.

The room fell back into a heavy, expectant silence. They returned to their tasks-the budget, the folders, the chemistry-but it was a farce. Every movement was slow, every breath was a sigh, and every thought was a prayer to the boy who held their sanity in his crotch.

In the distance, the bells of Ashford Academy chimed, marking the passage of time. For the students of the council, each chime was a countdown. They weren't students anymore, and they weren't officers. They were acolytes, waiting for their god to return and grant them the only mercy that mattered.

Rivalz looked at Suzaku and shrugged.

"Tough break," Rivalz whispered.

"Tell me about it," Suzaku replied, his hand gripping his own thigh to keep himself from reacting to the scent of three desperate women in heat.

The air remained thick, the magnetic pull of the cocknosis lingering like a ghost in the room, reminding them all that while Lelouch was gone, his presence-and his power-was absolute. They were utterly, hopelessly enslaved to a pleasure they couldn't even remember how to describe, waiting for the moment the door would open, and the master of their desires would return to claim his reward.