WR Code Geass: Carried Away

Lelouch strode through the halls of the academy with one hand clutching the jade rock within his pocket. Despite his best efforts, he hadn’t been able to return to analyzing the schematic after his little escapade with C.C. The image of her plain white panties stretching tautly across her tight rear as she gyrated upon the bed was a difficult one to banish, not to mention the memory of those passionate moans. Even when he managed that herculean task he found himself thinking about the pretty Britannian engineer who he’d geassed into providing these very useful diagrams of the plates supporting the Settlement. In particular, how easy it would have been to bend her over her desk and help himself to her cunt while he perused the relevant files right there in her office. 

His stubbornly rebounding erection had underlined the need for a quick break to secure a more lasting suppressant of his libido and so here he was wandering the academy in search of such a remedy. Idly, he had retrieved the odd rock that C.C. had left behind. His curiosity had been peeked and he’d stopped to collect it before leaving the room. He wasn’t sure why he’d brought it along after deciding it was some esoteric bit of merchandise of the late Clovis’s Make a Wish Foundation. Lelouch had sneered; no doubt his brother’s penchant for creating and supporting such charities had been a sop to his conscience at the various pogroms his policies had born. Or more likely they were mere fronts to embezzle money from the Empire’s subject peoples into his personal coffers.

As Lelouch paused to stare at the words inscribed on the stone, he wondered why he hadn’t simply tossed in the garbage as his first impulse had been. When his self reflection drudged up thin strand of guilt, he scowled and slammed the lid shut on his useless emotions with all of his tremendous will. Jamming the rock back in his pocket, he started forward once more.

Rounding a corner he saw a cute blonde student reading a flyer on the wall and he smirked at his good fortune, just when he’d needed a distraction the object of his search presented herself. He vaguely recognized her but couldn’t remember a name. She was very petite with her hair drawn up into a pony tail with long bangs covering her forehead and framing her fine featured face. Noting the empty hallway, he stepped up to her and gaily greeted her, “Hello!”

She jerked a bit, clearly surprised by his presence. As soon as she turned to look at him, he stared into her eyes and declared, “Do everything in your power to bring me to orgasm whenever you notice my erection!” Not the most shrewd of commands given his need for secrecy but he was confident in his ability to manipulate her with the shame of what her newfound compulsion would make her do.

His geass failed. During the girl’s frozen shock at his words, her eyes widening enormously, he had time to realize that he had in fact geassed her before. He had a memory flash of running past her and a brunette during the mask incident. ‘Forget what you saw’. Hmmph… what a waste…

As her face started to scrunch up into a furious expression and her body tensed, he turned to the side and pressed a hand to his forehead, muttering, “I really wish my power didn’t have a usage limit…”

Once again the Wishing Rock’s power flared. Having acclimatized a bit to this universe, it was able to enact a retroactive change provided the amount of time was small enough. The effort was shoddy, the user left out of the effect but the intent of the wish was sustained.

Lelouch really hoped pulling the President card would work. Milly’s crazy attempts to keep herself entertained were legendary and using her Council minions as fodder was par for the course. Comforted by the girl’s lack of **** or auditory flailings, he opened his mouth to explain the loss of a bet and the subsequent price that led to this awkward situation. He stopped when he felt a tug on his zipper and he dropped the hand to look down.

A rather nervous yet determined looking blonde was kneeling before him, “Oh jeeze. Oh jeeze… you definitely have a…. swelling…” Lelouch grunted and leaned back against the wall as he felt her small hand slip inside his pants, her fingers fondling him as they struggled to retrieve his cock. Her elbow rose as she followed his shaft down the leg of his pants seeking his tip, hearing his exhalation she looked up her face deeply flushed, “I’m sorry…I…just need to make it… to make you…” Her hazel eyes met his and they jerked downwards, her declaration interrupted by her embarrassment.

Lelouch casually replied, “You’re kind of freaking me out here.”, aware of his need to safeguard his position even as his mind raced. He had used the power on her before hadn’t he? It had definitely felt like the geass hadn’t taken effect… and yet there she was certainly bound by his will. He had been running awfully fast that day… Was it possibly he’d only geassed her companion? It was certainly possible. He shrugged. He would ponder the conundrum later, right now he was getting exactly what he needed.

She had ignored his comment and was pulling his slacks away from his body with one hand as the other strained to **** his rock hard erection clear. Lelouch would have thought undoing his pants completely would have been the better choice but he didn’t mind as he way she was forcefully grabbing his shaft just behind his tip felt good even if the pressure of the tight space was a bit uncomfortable. Finally she succeeded and he gasped with relief as his cock hit open air, it’s bulbous head just centimeters from her delicate nose. “Oh jeeze, it’s big!” she rather stupidly declared and Lelouch rolled his eyes.

At eight inches, his penis was somewhat above average. Honestly, he wished it were actually big if only to take advantage of the Elevens’ well known fetishes. Maybe it was just the less than average stature of a people confined to an island for much of their history or perhaps it was the psychology of a defeated people but genital size was definitely a focus in the Japanese pornography he’d happened to review. Certainly the Empire’s vast propaganda apparatus wasn’t helping. He snorted at the memory of just what kind of things were going into the subliminals buried beneath official broadcasts within Area Eleven.

This time the Wishing Rock managed to modify Lelouch’s memories but the rest of the reality meshing stubbornly remained out of sync.

The girl’s tilted back hurriedly as the cock in her hands suddenly swelled larger, growing longer, thicker, gaining a truly imposing appearance as it finally became completely erect. “Oh jeeze! So big! It must need to…burst so bad! I’ll….help it!”

As both of her hands began to stroke his shaft, Lelouch snorted at her words. Honestly, he thought eleven inches to be absurd on his thin unathletic frame. With the set of obscenely sized testicles to match it was no wonder why he was having issues taming his libido: the amount of hormones his brain was being flooded with was no doubt suitably immense. No doubt there was some genetic engineering going on within the royal family to gift him with such an unlikely endowment. It would certainly fit Charles’ ego to father such ‘perfect’ progeny. He even had a silly suspicion that the old bastard had done it to him to hobble him, keep him so busy sewing his oats to do any plotting.

Coherent thoughts soon left Lelouch as the girl became even more frantic as her efforts seemed to be failing. She redoubled them by opening wide and taking his tip into her mouth, sucking with wet smacks as her hands blurred upon his shaft.

That Lelouch was currently enslaved to his pleasure was readily apparent as he loudly moaned and made lewd comments much like he’d done earlier back in his rooms only now he was in the middle of a hallway. That someone could come along at any moment was the furthest from his mind as he held the girl’s head and called out, “Suck it, you whore! Suck it, C.C.!”