Royal Therapy (Code Geass) Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Chapter 1: Sir Zero and the Green Slut

Lelouch had been keeping to himself lately. As the anonymous tactician, he had been instrumental in helping the resistance movement achieve their intial victories against the Britannian Empire. Now as the masked leader Zero, he had made his presence open to them to secure their loyalty. With his guidance, they were no longer a mere ragtag group of rebels struggling day in and day out, but instead a proper military force that posed a threat to the colonial forces.

It was a big risk for him to take that bold of a move. But he had no choice. Luckily it had paid off, and they had trusted him, acquiescing to his decisions easily. With their force of numbers and his brilliant calculating mind, they had made the colonial leaders feel fear in their bones and such was their strength that the tyrants may as well have been children wandering in the dark for the first time. They might have had a chance.

Still, much of their success hinged on one man, and that was Lelouch himself. It was not merely his strategy which aided their efforts but also his daring and charisma. As well as a certain other power he was not willing to reveal the existence of to people anytime soon. He was adaptible and flexible as any situation required. But even with that mask on, he had to put on an act to hide just how much the pressure was getting to him.

CC noticed it too. She did not blame him either, she knew the movement hinged on his success. At the same time, she was far from concerned. She was always at his side in secret as he calculated plans to topple the empire. Yet she was not the supportive figure he needed, imparting any of her wisdom from her centuries of living.

Instead she liked to try and tease and distract him. He refused to take off his Zero getup even in secret, there was no telling when one of the members might barge in, and he would refuse to have his identity compromised. It was exactly the sort of thing Tamaki might do, and if Kallen were to get wind of who he really was, who knows what kind of trouble she might stir. That could easily lead back to Milly who was one of the few people who knew of his royal lineage and then there might be real trouble all over. None of these considerations mattered to CC, and she figured if he was going to wear a costume, she should go and play the part too.

She came in one day with only a black cloak on. She wasn't one of the Black Knights formally or informally, but she could pass for one of them that way. It was such a big outfit that it covered up a good deal of her face too, the only thing indicating it was her was her green hair. He barely paid her any attention, just looking up at her then back down at his plans. Irritated, she took it off to reveal she was dressed up as a French maid complete with a feather duster. The low cut bustline revealed her cleavage and accentuated her breast size, and she had on a short skirt that showed so much of her legs clad in stockings. Lelouch barely noticed it at first while poring over one of his plans when she touched his shoulder to get his attention. He looked up. Even with his mask on, she could tell he was surprised.

“C-can I...can I help you?” he said.

“You looked so stressed while trying to think up a plan. I figured you needed a way to relax a little bit.” She gave her best attempt at a cute smile. It was a lie and they both knew it, she because she rarely had anything to smile about these days, and he because someone as astute as him could sense her intent was anything but genuine. Still, he slowly looked away from either.

She pouted. But she refused to surrender and definitely wouldn't give him any indication she was bothered by his seeming indifference. “This thing is really tight on my tits,” she said fiddling with her chest. He looked up only slightly, enough so that he could see but not so much that it would give away that he was trying to sneak a peek. But she saw it and moved her arms up her breasts so that they jiggled. That got his attention.

“Well if you're going to sit there and work, I'll also work for a change. I think this place needs to be cleaned up.”

She started bending over so that no matter what position she was in for him to look at, he would either get an eyeful of her massive cleavage or the back of her legs and her ass spilling out of her thong. He tried to ignore her at first, he knew what she was doing. But he would refuse to give her the satisfaction of an actual answer.

As time went on however, it became harder for him to concentrate on doing what he needed to. And he started pitching a massive tent in his pants. He found himself looking up while she wasn't in a position to make eye contact with him just so he could catch sneak peeks of her. He knew this woman was something else after both getting shot in the head and giving him the power of the Geass. But he never imagined she looked so fine either.

“I think you should go,” he said, not wanting to let her get under his skin. As long as she was here doing the things she was doing, he wouldn't be able to actually get any work done.

“I don't think I will,” she said. “If you want to, then make me.”

If he stood up, then he knew she'd see his boner poking through his pants. But with a woman like this one, he realized that he quite frankly didn't care. “Fine,” he said, and he stood up. As expected she saw his little boy peeking up and her eyes were fixed to it. But he refused to even entertain that notion.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and made to push her towards the door. But she stood her ground. She pressed herself right up against him. That close, her felt her ample breasts right up against his skin. He just got a lot harder.

She was looking right at him. He froze up for a bit from such closeness with this woman. Sensing she had the advantage, she started moving herself up against him so her breasts rubbed up on his chest. It wasn't just his dick that was hard anymore. His body tempted him with so many things.

If he didn't take this chance now he would be thinking of just how badly he fumbled this chance later on. Still holding her shoulders, he pushed her down to her knees with a sudden burst of power. She made no move to resist him. He quickly undid his pants and yanking down the front of her uniform, jammed his cock right in there. He rubbed those tits all over his dick while he pumped back and forth inside her cleavage, faster and faster.

It was all so good. But he overestimated his staying power. He was a genius at the art of war but far from a man's man, so acquainted to the pleasures of the flesh. Before he knew it he felt a burning sense of pleasure burning in his loins as he felt ready to burst from his head. He couldn't hold it in anymore.

His dick shot a potent load of semen all over her face, in her hair, and got some in her tits too as he was pummeling her in that state of orgasm. Before she could get cum off her face it was also dripping on top of her rack. Even as she had coaxed him so, she couldn't move with that rain of jizz and his hot meat stick plowing her chest.

As he was finished, he pulled away from her and pulled his pants up. He looked away from her, not believing he had let her play him like that. Smiling, she wiped the cum off her breasts and face and sucked it off her fingers. Then she put that cloak on again and was out.

But it did let him concentrate better. The next battle was a huge success. He didn't want to give her the credit though. Whenever he was with her from then on, he refused to speak of that incident. She showed no alarm around him either.

Yet there was another battle on the horizon a week later. Planning for this one was turning out to be difficult too. Just like before, he was stressing over the various intricacies of how things would proceed. Just like before CC waltzed in.

She was still wearing that same black cloak. He couldn't begin to imagine what she was planning. She took it off to reveal that she was wearing...

An Ashford Academy school uniform? What? he thought to himself. Her hair was tied back in twin tails. It wasn't the first time she had gone out in that getup, but he couldn't begin to imagine why she bothered dressing up like that here.

“What do you want?” he said.

“Oh I'm just thinking I'm so bad at all this planning and thinking stuff,” she said. “Maybe you can teach me!”

He still didn't know much about her. But he knew that was definitely her taking him for a ride. He ignored her.

“Go away,” he said. “I'm busy.”

“Well I need to know how to plan so I can help someone,” she said. “He's all stressed out and is having a hard time. I'll do anything so I can learn how to help him.”

“Uh-huh...” he droned on.

“Anything!” she said with a sudden exuberance, skipping right on over to him like a ditzy little schoolgirl. Before he knew it, she got down on her knees and unzipped his fly.

“What are you...” he started.

“I'm not good at studying and thinking and all that. I'm such a dumb girl!" She giggled really shrilly and even as high pitched and annoying as it was, he felt her true nature all too well. "But there is one thing I know really well.”

She brought his penis right out. He hissed from having his pecker exposed to the open world. Her expression barely changed but even with that fake goofy smile on her face, he read a totally different meaning in her eyes. All the more when she started beating him off.

This time she had total control of him. He had been ruthless with her tits last time, but now she was being slow and careful with him, jacking him off with just the right speed. As she did so, she would occasionally tickle his penile skin with her fingers, sending nervous reactions through his member. His dick was getting harder and his balls were swelling up.

While she did so, she observed how he was throwing his head back, his body tensing up. She intended to make it so much worse. Licking her lips, she took his manhood right into her mouth.

He couldn't hold it in anymore. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down onto his dick further. She showed no discomfort, bobbing her head up and down fast to meet his need. He was losing it, making all sorts of embarrassing noises. He tried to keep it low, knowing her reputation in the Black Knights as well as not wanting anyone to see glorious leader in such a position.

He came, shooting several thick jets of semen right into her mouth. The orgasm was so intense that he pushed her head down onto his pecker all the way as he released his load inside her. The whole time she made it worse too, licking all over his dick in that state of climax. Even as he was holding her down and busting his nut in her mouth, she was still totally in control of his most sensitive spot.

When he was finished, he was so weak and listless that his hand on the back of her head just weakly limped away. She took her head off his penis and when she stoodup, there was still cum dripping from her lips and down her chin. She made sure to clean herself up, moaning as she sucked the excess bits off her fingers. While she did so, there were still streams of cum oozing down his penis. Taking her hair, she wrapped it around his dick and cleaned off his nasty dick.

After that, he was able to focus a lot better. And the next battle was a rousing success. He made sure not to speak to her about the previous two incidents. But as he spoke to her and even to observers watching them, they noticed she seemed to be the dominant party.

There was another battle coming up soon. Playing the part of the dutiful leader, she could sense that behind his act, he was that close to snapping. The tension was in the air. But she had just the idea to make things better.

She gently rapped on the door. “What is it?” he said, his voice obscured by the mask hiding just how on edge he was.

“It's me,” she said.

“Come in.” She opened the door and shut it behind her, making sure to lock it. He looked up at her. “What is it?”

He was so rattled that he didn't notice that she was wearing that same large black cloak. But she was looking at him with a playful coquettishness. He stared at her as she moved her hands to the collar and slowly unraveled the thick fabric. But when he saw it finally move aside to reveal what was underneath, he knew exactly what she was getting at.

She was wearing a white harem outfit, a tiny little top that accentuated her breasts and a thin transparent loincloth which revealed her lovely legs to the world. She tossed the cloak aside like it was unimportant. Even with that mask on, she could tell just how mesmerized he was by her appearance. Smiling to herself, CC twirled herself around to give him a better look at her backside and ass sticking out of the thong she was wearing. That maid outfit had got to him, but that was nothing compared to this getup she was sporting.

“Do you have an ingenious strategy to tackle this particular problem?” she said slyly. She twirled herself back around to look at him directly. She moved so that she was standing directly over him. She lifted the helmet off his head so they were looking directly into each other's eyes. Their faces were inches apart from each other. “Or should I prepare a more direct approach to your dilemma?”

She climbed right on top of him and, grinding on him hard. Even with the reputation he held in his various identities and all the acts he had performed, he was still much a novice in matters as this one. She on the other hand was no stranger to this sort of thing even though her time as a child slave was centuries ago. She chuckled as she moved her hips just right in that lap dance.

Her boobs were right in front of his face. She made sure to move herself just right so they jiggled every so often to his hungry eyes. Unable to take it anymore, he moved his hands up to squeeze and feel all over them. He had fucked these tits once before, but it was nothing compared to admiring them with his own two hands. The texture, the consistency, it was perfect. He greedily pulled down her top to get a look at her nipples.

He was so busy admiring her rack that the sound of her unzipping his fly made him jump. Looking right down at him, she took his penis out and felt it's heat in her hands. He was not put off this time from her soft hands stroking him. He looked right up at her. That helmet still on his face, he never looked more helpless.

Then she brought him inside her pussy. He gasped from the pure pleasure. He couldn't move, that was hot tight she was on his penis. He heard some of his friends back at Ashford talking about all the tail they had scored, and he would put on airs to keep up. But this was the first time fucking pussy for real. He didn't know if all vaginas were this wet and hot or if it was just this woman, but he was totally at her mercy.

She made sure to still dance on top of him as she fucked him. The way she was gyrating her hips was moving his penis in a circular motion, and he was helpless as she worked him. He just wanted to feel it these new heights of pleasure.

Growing a little irritated at his inactivity, she suddenly slammed herself down on him all the way. His breath hitched from motion. But he looked up at her and saw that look in her eyes. He never thought he'd see someone as strange as her actually glaring at him.

He suddenly jammed his dick right back inside her. It shook her out of her brief dominance and made her jump. Grinning under his mask, he pulled back and did it again. But she was far from a novice at this sort of thing and gave it right back to him. Abandoning all technique, her ass rode hard and fast on his lap as they fucked each other.

He moved to get his helmet off, he wanted to kiss her so bad. But she grabbed the top of his helmet and pushed it back down. His lack of physical strength was biting him hard now, she was much stronger than him. She giggled at how weak he was and only rode him faster. That made him give up fast and he remained content with drilling her.

Her tits were flopping right in front of him. While the two of them were rocking back and forth with each other, his greedy paws grabbed onto them, kneading their soft surface with his fingers while his palms mashed her hard nipples all over the place. Everytime he did it, he felt her pussy squeezing on his dick harder.

For once she was completely at his mercy. She moaned outright, her voice getting louder and louder with every thrust from him. Eventually she couldn't ride him that much anymore, his dick and hands were just becoming too much. Lelouch didn't slow down one bit either, he intended to get her back for all the times she tempted and got the better of him before.

At his limit, he came right inside of her pussy. Already in the throes of ecstasy, she screamed senselessly as she came in tandem with his big dick plowing her and all that cum filling her up. She had to weakly rest her head on his shoulder to cope with his power.

When he was finished jizzing inside her, she still couldn't move much. For several seconds she just lay there listlessly on top of him. Finally she got up off him and not even readjusting her dancer's outfit, put the black cloak on and lazily left the room. As she walked out, cum trailed out down her legs and onto the floor, leaving a small trail of Lelouch's royal spooge. Tamaki was the only one there to see it, and squealed about it to the rest of the Black Knights. Naturally nobody believed him.

When they shared their first kiss at the battle for the Tokyo Settlement it was not that kind of contact from this woman that surprised Lelouch. It was that she could be so gentle.