Chapter 31: Names and Love

Having survived a brush with death, Lelouch manages to get him and C.C. somewhere they can rest and recover, where they have a moment.

The oaks and larches of the Narita mountains trembled under the chilly October breeze. Hours prior, the land had been marked by what had been a vicious battle. Its greatest scar is the remains of a man-made landslide that sent a cascade of earth, bounders, and debris barrelling down the mountain, swallowing entire squads and armored units of the Britannians.

Among the hell caused by Zero were dotted the remains of man and machine, many being imperial who, if they hadn't been destroyed in the initial landslide, had fallen pay to the resurgent Japan Liberation Front and their surprise Black Knight reinforcements. With the sun starting to set on the battle-scared land, the Black Knights gathered, clanking their canteens together, raising their weapons to the air, and waving their caps.

Genuine laughter and cheers could be heard from them. Rough, worn, and tired, but still genuine laughter, as even those assigned to be medics tended to the wounded, which they could recover, couldn't keep the smiles off their faces. Despite their losses and some finding that friends hadn't returned or would never return, the feeling they felt in the moment was a victorious glee.

None had thought it possible to defeat Britannia in open combat and do so against a seasoned and exceptional commander like Cornelia. But they had proved that belief wrong. Zero proved it wrong through his leadership and plans that they could stand there, free men and women-victorious soldiers of the Black Knights.

“Well, what ya know, we got to beat the snot outta some imperials and got the JLF time to get the hell out.” Tamaki laughed, standing next to Ohgi, who looked tired but still smiling, amazed and relieved at how good things turned out.

“The Britannians were too scattered and exhausted to peruse us." At least, that was what he heard from the others, having been ordered off the field earlier to tend to their prisoner. The woman had since woken up but was restrained in the back of one of their trucks under guard, so she wasn't going anywhere.

“Hey, Ohgi. Have you seen Zero? I can’t rise his Nemesis," Kallen asked, to which both men shook their heads, Tamaki having arrived with her so long ago. You don’t think he was captured, do you?” Kallen asked, worried for their leader, as his unit wasn't in the best shape the last she saw it. If the Britannians had sent reserves after him…

Tamaki wasn’t nearly as worried as her, laughing off the question. “Nah, a guy like that? I pity the poor fools who even tried. You've seen what he can do when cornered.” Zero scared him sometimes because of how he fought; he was less of a man and more of a beast, moving off a level of instinct he didn't think possible. And how he used a shotgun, one which he loaded with incendiary and explosive shots at times…

Well, he was just sorry for whoever had to clean up the scenes of their drug busts with that around. Zero was even enough of a badass that when Kallen had an issue that one time, he led the charge to aid her on foot against a knightmare.

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Far from the pre-selected rally point, in a small cave whose opening was a distance away from where their Nemesis had finally broken down, Lelouch tended to C.C.'s wounds. With so little light, he had to work just a flashlight, which he aimed at the rockpool, water dripping in from the stalactites that loomed overhead. Lelouch had set them up out of immediate risk of one detaching and killing them, but close enough to the water to still give them a good view.

The unmasked man had removed his damaged helmet to give himself a closer view of C.C. When he had scooped her up, she was dead. No pulse, no breathing, no heartbeat; the gunshot to the end having ended her before she could blink, and if she was normal, she would stay dead, but he knew better. However, while she was immortal and he knew, thanks to his brother's…handiwork, that death was temporary for her, he still tried to help her.

The first of which was removing the dirty and blood-stained clothing she had been wearing and covering her body with his cloak, her clothing folded into a makeshift pillow. Then he used his lock-picking tools in place of proper surgical tools to, as carefully as he could, find and extract the bullet from her brain, her immortal body having already pushed the foreign object and probably would have completed that in another hour without his intervention.

But with his aide speeding things up, he saw with his own eyes how the wound closed, flesh reforming or repairing itself in less than five minutes. As soon as the blood stopped leaking, he heard her take her first breath, her chest rising and falling in a slow and healthy fashion. Her body, having lost some warmth, heated up as blood pumped through her veins.

"So why aren't you waking up?" he asked himself, worried for her as she had been asleep for over two hours. He had time to get rid of his tools, burning them with his gloves for sanitation and security reasons.

Spying her tattoo of geass across her forehead, Lelouch wondered, not for the first time, that was. She never answered his questions about it, but he swore that for a moment, her face would twitch when it was brought up.

"Hmmm," C.C. murmured in her sleep, Lelouch immediately at her side as if she were having a bad dream. Her face twisting into a frown revealed a fearful side to her, which only put him on edge.

"C.C., I'm here; please remember that." He whispered, reaching under his cap and grasping her hand in his, hoping it would be something for her to latch onto. It seemed to calm her just a little, and Lelouch remained close—close enough that what she said next he heard loud and clear.

Having to stop himself from jolting up, he looked at C.C. in shock while the still-asleep girl gave a small, meek but the most genuine and beautiful smile he had seen from her. “You finally called me…by my real name.”

‘That…that’s her name?’ he asked himself, trying to understand. On some level, he recognized that she would have never said that voluntarily—not to him. He recalled her words earlier that day on the nature of snow and memory. He thought she had forgotten her name, but…maybe it was something else.

"For each mystery I solve, another 2 forms." Lelouch sighed. "You, my dear, are like a hydra in that regard," Lelouch muttered, but he didn't move from his spot at her side. In fact, he shifted her so she could use his lap as a pillow instead, holding onto her hand the entire time. He didn't know what dream she was having or who she was dreaming of, but he hoped she could remain in that dreamland for as long as he could accommodate.

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As Lelouch stewed on what he had just learned, Cornelia walked through the halls of the G-1. They had gotten word that some stranglers had sighted them, but they've since gone dark. She would have ordered a recovery team out to search for them, but with their forces as badly mauled as they were, her sister vetoed the decision to focus on just trying to gather what they could.

She had just managed to send a team to the location, which confirmed Zero's unit, but there was no masked man, only the bodies of the soldiers who had first spotted him. "He slipped through our fingers yet again." She asked, her mood well and truly bad after the disaster of a day they had.

"That seems to be the case, but as we don't know how we can't begin a search. Also, we can confirm that the Japan Liberation Front's presence is non-existent." Guilford reported.

“They no doubt pulled out along with the Black Knights. This damned mountain isn’t worth their continued resistance should we return with reinforcements.” Cornelia remarked, wondering just how pleasant her report to the Emperor would be later and how she'd need to explain why she failed to destroy the JLF, capture Zero, and lost one of her generals along with over half the troops she deployed, most having been highly valued veterans of her campaigns.

Making the note to speak to Schneizel first to craft a more presentable but accurate report, she asked about the other thing. “What of the Lancelot?” She hadn't been able to see it for herself, as her Gloucester's main camera had been disabled due to a lack of power and again when they returned.

"Recovered with no issues, but it sustained considerable battle damage," Guilford replied, which made her pause.

“Damage?” Guilford relayed what he had seen of it when he had arrived on sight, with Cornelia’s brow creasing in wonder and irritation at the fact their best model had been so badly damaged. “A failure unworthy of my older brother’s forces, but that red unit was formidable.”

“Safe to assume that any unit that could damage the Lancelot as much as it did have to be comparable in specs.” Guilford didn't like it but was pragmatic enough to admit when the enemy was strong. This is a necessary step in creating the appropriate counters.

Cornelia had to take deep breaths to keep her cool, as she suspected the same, but having it voiced just made it sting all the more. “Great, the Elevens managed to get their hands on their one 7th gen knightmare. Any reports of such units being stolen, even prototypes?” She refused to believe some low numbers could build such a thing, as they had to have stolen it from somewhere.

Guilford frowned as he shook his head. “If there is, I would not know about them. Research teams can be quite cagey with such details.”

Oh, that much Cornelia knew. Even the Ashford had been secretive back in their knightmare development days. Even Cornelia only caught glimpses of their projects because of her connection to Lady Marriane.

“Use my name to pressure all of them for details. I don’t care what fears they have about competitors stealing their ideas. If one of them lost a unit that ended up in terrorist hands, they’ll be hell to pay.” She ordered as they could complain all they wished; they needed answers. Failing that, then perhaps one would be willing to send some prototypes to Area 11 so they could crush this damned rebellion and ensure these damned islands pay for how much royal blood had already been spilled.

With Suzaku, he had returned to the Lancelot’s trailer, the unit limping most of the way as its landspinners broke down, trying to push it through the wrecked terrain. Climbing out of the cockpit, he bowed to Cecile and Lloyd on the condition that he bring their prototype back in.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Cecile, Lloyd. I failed to defeat the enemy unit, and because of me,"

Cecile stopped him by hugging him, the woman relieved to see that despite how dangerous things had been, he didn't have a scratch on him. "Don't even start, young man. We saw the battle you fought. You had your back against the wall against another high-performance knightmare." She looked him over like a worried hen.

Lloyd wasn't nearly as affectionate or what most would consider compassionate, but if Suzaku was expecting the self-proclaimed genius sociopath to lay into him for how damaged Lancelot was, he was sorely mistaken.

Lloyd's typical smile and loose posture were gone as he looked over the Lancelot, focusing on its missing weapons and head. If the boy hadn't been as smart when his opponent had grabbed it…

“She’s right. I didn’t know it at first, but along with the reports of hydrovolcanic eruption, I’m sure of it. We’re up against her. It would explain why the unit you fought could keep pace.” Lloyd’s gaze narrowed as he spoke, Cecile being as worried as he was.

“You mean the pilot?” Suzaku asked, as he had no idea Lloyd had a theory on who they were, and from how he was speaking about it, it seemed like she was already an ace devicer.

Lloyd shook his head. "The creator of that unit. Its main weapon is the Radiant Wave Surger, as you saw how deadly it was." He stated, Suzaku gulping as he recalled watching how the things it grabbed bubbled, boiled, and exploded from its touch.

Then, on a dime, Lloyd’s attitude switched back to normal. “As for Zero’s unit, it’s more novelty than anything else. I’m impressed someone could make such a piece of trash fight like it, but it broke down as one could expect. Shame Zero wasn’t recovered with it.”

A new voice spoke up before he or Cecile could ask him about his mood change. “Warrant Officer Kururugi,” they said. They looked to the entrance, where a ragged yet elegant-looking Euphemia stood. As soon as she spotted him, her eyes lost some of their edge. “I’m glad to see you okay. I heard that you had some difficulties out there. My apologies for ordering you into such a tight spot.”

“Wha-no, nononono, it's not your fault, Euphie. I'm the one that got a little too used to being in the better unit. A humbler approach and I wouldn't have lost my head…and arm." Suzaku tried to make a joke near the end, to which Lloyd whined.

"Don't remind me, Suzaku! I'm close to tears at what they did to my baby, my pride and joy!" Euphemia couldn't help but giggle at Lloyd's freakout. Leave it to him to be concerned about that and to express it in such a comedic way with how he moved and flung his arms about. You'll think he was a ragdoll in a curious child’s hands.

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"I removed the bullet and cleaned the wound the best I could; it would seem much like the Nemesis; I would need to make changes," Lelouch explained as C.C. came to, the woman looking bored even as she continued to rest her head on his lap.

“That wasn’t necessary.” C.C. flatly told him.

"I am aware," Lelouch remarked.

“So, there was no point in doing it, and you did. Your pride is a ridiculous thing." He frowned down at her, but she was caught off guard by how…lacking irritation it was. Instead, he seemed concerned for her.

"Dogs are quite protective creatures when it comes to what we cherish. Immortality or not, I take great issue with your being harmed," Lelouch quietly stated, placing a hand on her cheek and stroking it with his thumb. “But there was something else. I heard the most unexpected thing from you as you had what I can only assume was a pleasant dream." He spoke once more, and for a moment, C.C. thought her heart stopped.

Seeing her reaction only cemented his suspicions. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”

C.C. hastily got up, pushing him away as she did so. Standing, she used his cape to cover herself up as she glared at him. “You have a bad habit of eavesdropping, boy.”

"I won't deny that, though I contest if that applies. But your name proved one thing." Lelouch also got up but didn't approach her when she seemed distrustful. "You were loved. By someone who truly cherished you and gave you such a wonderful name. A lot more human than C.C."

She cursed at the very notion of that; with a scathing glare, she hissed back, “What a joke, as if I want to be more human! After all I…I” Her fury bled away, leaving nothing but a deep emptiness, grief, frustration, and desolation. "All that name is just a cruel reminder of all I've lost, all I've forgotten. I've forgotten every single thing, so what's the use of a name when..." She turned away.

Lelouch could read between the lines as he recalled their conversation earlier that day. Approaching her, she didn't notice, but she did when his arms wrapped around her. Gently, he turned her around and pulled her into his chest, the immortal finding her head lying on his chest as his arms protectively, lovingly, and securely held her.

"C.C., you're mistaken on that. You might not be like me or anyone else, but that doesn't mean you aren't known, aren't seen and appreciated." He whispered, yet it came out like he screamed it for all the world to hear. "Wanted and cherished. You stood by my side today, as you have since the start. You fought along with me today, so again, I want to thank you."

Despite her wishes, she started to tear up. Trying to wipe them away, she quipped, "There you go again; no one ever thanked me, and here you go doing it twice."

"I will keep saying it as often as I need to. I cherish you, Chantal." Lelouch used her real name, which made her push him back, angry yet again that he would dare do something so…so cruel.

“Don’t-!” Her glare carried desperation, resignation, and disgust. “Don’t say that, please…I don’t, I can’t take it anymore. I know what I am, and I know you…”

“That’s right, you know me.” Lelouch’s face hardened, but he didn’t let her push him back. “And you know I would never lie, not about this.”

"Then what do you like about me? The power I gave you? The aid I brought to your spat with daddy? Or the fact you lost your virginity to me." She tried to make him angry and stop this pointless, hurtful attempt to smooth talk her.

In a way, she did succeed, as she saw that burst of his ever-present anger in his eyes. Even with how dim the cave was, there was no mistaking the fury in those violet eyes.

But just as fast, something else overshadowed his anger, something just as potent. It was something that a part of her had seen directed at her once before—a long…long time ago, but this was different. It seemed stronger, truer, authentic, and undisputed.

Lelouch approached her, and C.C. walked back to keep his distance, but he didn't stop. Her breath caught in her throat, and she tripped, only for Lelouch to catch her. In his arms, she looked into those violet eyes and saw nothing but that…that thing she refused to name.

Lelouch told her softly and with the strength of iron, “I like how gentle you are, never using more force than needed. I like how genuine and compassionate you are. I see it every time you interact with Nunnally, and she sees it, too. You care for her, truly care for her."

He might take issue with how often they team up to tease him, but he trusted his sister would speak up if she had even the slightest suspicions about C.C. And yet, she never did, and when he saw them together, they seemed to content or having fun. He would also smile when he witnessed how she would soften with Nunnally, but never to the extent of pity but empathy.

She tried to look away, but his gaze held her in place as he pulled closer, his arms trapping her against him. "I love how wise and thoughtful you are. I love the debates we get into. I love how much you vex me because I get to see you smile even as you do all you can to frustrate me. I love how stubborn and headstrong you are."

She didn’t know she was tearing up till Lelouch reached for her cheek and gently wiped away her tears. "There are more, a great many more I could write an opera about if I had the talent, but Chantal, you are cherished. If not by the world, then by me, and it'll take an act of God and then some time for that to change."

“You…I’ve lost those things worth loving.” C.C. murmured, but Lelouch in, claiming her lips with a soft, endearing kiss as he poured some of his feelings into it. C.C…

Chantal wanted this to be real, just for the moment. Just for this moment, she left herself feeling. She wanted to trust that this wasn't a lie, and even though there was still to talk about and plenty to do, she wanted to be loved, well and truly loved.

“I don’t know why snow is white,” Lelouch uttered when he broke the kiss, gently moving them down. “But I still think it’s beautiful. And you, Chantal, are the most precious and treasured of them all.” With that, he laid another kiss on her, C.C. moaning out as she felt his touch on her.

His hands gently moved down her body, pulling away his cape and presenting her in nothing but her underwear, her scar on full display, and yet, like always, Lelouch wasn't turned away by it. He embraced it. He embraced her and treated her like a princess.

She couldn’t keep the laughter in at the irony in that thought.

As he kissed her, her arms came in, holding his head and keeping it close as one of his hands traveled down, the other propping him up. His second hand seized one of her hips, tenderly fondling her flesh as he continued to lay soft, innocent kisses on her. He only went deeper when she let out a small, near-inaudible whine, and much like a dog, he was ready to act just that.

Chantal moaned as their lips continued to lock, their tongues getting into the action, meeting in her mouth and seemingly dancing with how they curled around each other. He didn't try to dominate her, and he didn't try to lose either. As with many things with them, he was an equal dance that gave both what they wanted.

Flipping them over, she let out a yelp, but he didn't let up, as now on his back, with Chantal resting on him, he was free to place his other hand on her hips, caressing as them as his fingers would reach beneath her panties, but never more than that.

Chantal closed her eyes and went with the flow of things. As they'd had sex in the past, several times, and while she would call him a considerate lover, often trying to ensure she felt good well, this was different. This wasn't about something like carnal pleasure but something deeper.

It was a dance of lovers, of 2 people who shared a deep connection and understanding. Something she had never thought she'd have, and now that she did, she stubbornly refused to let it go.

They continued to kiss for some time. Humming, gasps, and soft moans filled the air as Chantal held onto him, feeling out muscles through his Zero attire, growing upset by the fact she was practically in the nude and he was not.

With a hard kiss, she pulled away from him, a string of saliva stretching between them as she sat on his groin. Both were breathless as she felt his not-so-small appreciation for her trying to get out of his pants. The same was true with his eyes as she could spy the building lust in them, but one fused with appreciation and affection.

Rubbing against his half-hard cock, she smiled at the groan that slipped through his slips.

"Chantal," she shivered at hearing him say her name with such desire—no, such need.

She wiggled against him some more, enjoying the feeling of his length against her, even with the layers of clothing between them. All while his hands remained on her hips, she made no move to slow or increase her speed.

He was leaving this to her, and she liked it. She liked it a lot.

“Hmm, it’s so hot.” She breathed out as she continued to casually grind against him, feeling how wet she was getting from just this low-level foreplay.

"Lelouch's gaze remained on her face, looking her in the eyes. "I have a wonderful, confident, and beautiful woman on my lap, Chantal. That reaction is expected."

"Oh, what do you want to say to this woman?" She asked him, teasing him as he groaned at the continued friction. His cock was already hard and wanted out of his pants.

“Call her a precious winter’s snowflake, as dangerous as a summer cyclone and yet as gently and compassionate as the spring sun.” Lelouch groaned out, his hold tightening. “Tell her that I love her.”

Chantal's heart beat faster at that as she couldn't find an ounce of deceit, confusion, or uncertainty in his words. As she ground against him, she started to smile, similar to what he had seen. It was small and fragile but so beautiful that Lelouch knew he would kill for it at that moment. Perhaps not the most romantic or sane thought, but he knew what he was, he knew he was a beast.

And if it took a beast to show Chantal love, the he’ll happily embrace it.

"You're wearing too much," she said, and Lelouch acted. As much as he desired her, he kept his own wants in check. This was for her. He reached for his top, but she landed her hands on his, stopping. Looking up at her, he found himself getting lost in her warm golden eyes. It was like seeing a sunrise after a long, cold, and dead night. He had never seen such warmth, such emotion in them.

Without thinking, he leaned in and captured her lips. He didn't speak; he didn't need to, as Chantal understood immediately what he was trying to convey. She kept close to him, shifting so that she lay atop him, the two locking lips, breathing the other’s breath as they lost themselves to the passion of the moment.

Eventually, she pulled back again, but only enough to remove his clothing. First came his top, then the cravat he wore, followed by the undershirt, presenting his chest to her hands. She didn't need to look, having felt it many times now as she mapped out the ridges of his ribs under his pecs, how firm his arbs were.

She traced the scar on his side, a mark he never showed shame for having, nor had she ever asked him about. For a prince, he had a body closer to a warrior. No, a survivor. Someone who had been thrown to the wolves and adopted by them. A man who was forced into manhood far too young and survived like that for years. She found that she appreciated such a physique, lithe and capable, with no bulking muscles of a berserker or the pointless size of a bodybuilder.

She went further, reaching for his pants. Finding his belt buckle, she undid it and then went for his zipper, pulling it down, sounding much louder than it typically did. Deed done, it was only a matter of him directly wiggling out of them as she pulled them down his legs. Legs that suited his torso showed off more toning than the rest, signs of how he worked on them the most to strike and flee should he need to.

Chantal had felt lust before; she had felt desire before. She had even experienced a sex craving when she saw her partners strip, but she had never felt what she was feeling now. It felt...lighter yet fuller than any of those previous times could ever be.

Kicking off his shoes, he was left in a similar state to her, wearing only a pair of grey boxers, which strained to keep his cock in. His eyes asked the question, and she replied with her hands. Moving back onto his legs, she bent to rest her head between his thighs before reaching for them; she pulled his boxers down, releasing his cock into the cook cave air, not that it did any good against it.

Chantal smiled as she looked up at the organ; she had seen it many times but liked to comment on it, even if only to herself, how it was a cock befitting him. Nothing too big, certainly not as big as some of the escorts she had taken over the centuries, but it was still large enough that from bottom to tip, it was longer than her face, quite thick and as hard as a stone with a head that was already flushed red, shining with pre-cum. His large ballsack hanging beneath the shaft.

Looking in the eye, she gave him a grin that would make the Cheshire cat proud as she eyed him, his breath heavy and wanting, but he wasn't doing more because he knew she didn't want him to.

Such deserved a treat.

Her face dusted with red, she pulled back, sitting on her knees, and grasped the buckle of her bra, giving him a show as she slowly undid it and allowed her bra to fall away. Revealing her breasts to him, and just like each time he saw them, he was mesmerized. Perky and plump, with her pointy hard nipples being a sweet shade of pink, Lelouch still hadn't looked it up, but based on his friend group and another woman he's seen, Chantal was 6/10 on the size when paired with the rest of her body, they were absolutely perfect.

If he had less class, he would whistle and bark.

His gaze moved to the scar, one she always kept hidden. One he never asked her about, but in this instance, he reached for it. Chantal let out a pleasured but unsure breath at his touch.

"I don't know who hurt you, and I know I can't hurt them for it, but you having this and still being your wise, stubborn, compassionate, and kind self only proves you better than them—so much better," Lelouch told her.

Chantal's blush grew deeper at his words. He didn't dismiss it. It didn't try to comment on its physical existence but struck at what it meant to her, at what it presented.

She reached for his cock, and pumped on it, her hand looking small compared to it, but she knew just what to do to get him off, and it was already showing as he was grunting in approval.

“You like making girls blush?” She teased him, flicking at his cock’s head with her tongue, tasting his pre-cum.

"Just you, Chantal. I need you to show how much I love you." Lelouch's response made her heart flutter and her pussy wetter. His cock, in the meantime, pulsed in agreement with him. Climbing back up him, she pulled off her panties. Her labia were tightly pressed together, with only a hint of her inner labia peeking through. Her mons and vulva unshaven with a dusting of green hair.

Now completely bear, she rubbed her pussy against his cock, humming in approval at the feeling of his shaft pressed up against her, slitting her pussy's lips just a little, enough to advertise what was to come. His hands moved from her hips to her waist, Chantal shuddering from his touch as Lelouch took in how soft and smooth her skin was and yet how he could feel a layer of muscle there.

She assumed that he would try to use his hold to lift her up, aim for her pussy and take her. She wouldn't have minded; they were on a timetable here, but he didn't do that. He was serious about showing her that she was loved, meaning he sat up and kissed her. Chantal moaned into it as he was a little more aggressive but still more wholesome and vanilla. The real action started as he moved to her cheek and laid a kiss there, then to her other one, before moving down her neck. Tracing along at a vein that had her shaking as she slowly gyrated on his cock.

He littered her skin with licks, nips, and what she was sure would be love bites later. When he got to her bosom, his hands shifted as well, grasping at the one as his lips wrapped around the other.

“Hmmm…” Chantal breathed out as Lelouch caressed her left. At the same time, he suckled on the other, his tongue going for her nipples and playing with them, lathering it with his spit, wrapping around it, or flicking at it. "You know I'm sensitive." She reminded him, to which he replied by increasing the pressure and keeping the worst of it back. He didn't attack her breasts like a starved man or beast but went about it with patience, control, and affection, which was so much hotter than the alternative.

He switched breasts and gave the left breast the same treatment, which left her pussy growing wetter as she continued to grind against his cock, pre-cum leaking out onto his belly. Now both wet and sensitive, he switched between them, drawing out all sorts of whimpers, moans, and calls for more out of Chantal, intercut with Lelouch repeating her name, complimenting her, which only made her all the more sensitive.

Eventually, he pulled back from her breasts, both shining under the flashlight reflected like the rock pool. He shifted them so she was laid out on his cape and kissed down. He traced her scar, which scared her, but when she saw that adoration and care in his eyes, she calmed instantly as Lelouch continued his journey.

He had another stop at her belly button where, with a smirk, he declared it 'cute.' He kissed and licked at it, tickling her and making her wiggle about as she giggled, barely holding in the demand he stopped because she knew he would only be egged on such.

Finally, he reached her pussy and laid a kiss right on her clitoris, gently sucking on it. "Oh!" She cried out, surprised that that could feel so good. Her nerves felt heightened enough that she could feel his breath on her most intimate spot, and despite this not being the first time he'd eaten her out, she felt a little nervous about it.

Just to have fun, Lelouch breathed out his nose right into her pussy. "Lelouch!" She twitched at the feeling, only to cry out as his lips latch onto the entire thing. His tongue darted out to taste the wetness. His hands didn’t grab but grasped at them. They immediately started fondling them, giving him enough space to continue to please her.

"Oh yes," Chantal moaned as her pussy peeled open, revealing the pretty pink, sticky insides, calling out to him. Lelouch teased and caressed what was before him.

Chantal sighed, her chest rising high with breath as she gazed down at him, looking at him, and seeing him locking eyes with her; she was enraptured by his gaze, one filled with such strong feelings of affection and devotion, she gave him a breathless smile, her red cheeks growing sweaty as his tongue lapped at her core with long, tender and thorough strokes as his nose brushed her clit, sending a sharp spike of pleasure through her, her back bending, pushing her core harder into his face but he only continued to eat her out.

The cave soon filled with lewd slurping as he enthusiastically explored her depths with his tongue, targeting parts that got the most reaction out of her. His eyes never shifted from her as she let out soft, impassioned puffs of breath, which only made his rock-hard cock pulse with need as his balls churned.

He wanted to take her, but he wanted to eat her out more, addicted to her taste and smell, which he swore was different, being richer and longer lasting on his tongue. He continued to suck, slurp, and lick, utterly lost in her and her alone.

Her back slammed back down into the cape-covered rock as she felt him move up and start attacking her clit directly, more fervently. “God!” She groaned, her face twisting in ecstasy as good God, how the hell did he get this good? Was he taking tips? Sleeping with other women?

"Hmm, yes-Yes!, That's good, right there, Lelouch. Keep at it, yes there!" She rumbled out, her words carrying a thick want and danger to them, which made it clear he wasn't to stop. Lucky for both, he had no intention of doing that as she grasped and seized one of her breasts and started massaging it, it still slick from his saliva as she toyed with its volume, flicking and pinching her nipple.

Hearing Chantal moaning like this and acting out in such a free way when, even during sex, she typically kept her cool only added to his lust, but also joy in knowing he would do such a thing to her. But he wasn't one for complacency, not when he could do better, and that was what he aimed for. She loved every second of it, her feet scrambling to find traction on the cape, her toes curling up but unable to do more when he kept her thighs open.

Chantal pumped her hips against him, grinding her core into his lips and tongue, and he didn't back down. Still, he met her and had her seeing stars as her eyes backward, finally breaking eye contact.

Lelouch could feel her pussy was close, and to get her down that final stretch, he increased the attack. His tongue flicked before sucking on her clit harshly, only to soothe it with gentle swirls before repeating the cycle. Chantal waggled, twisted, and whined, begging him for him to finish her off, that she was close, that she was about to hit before-

She screamed so hard her voice nearly cracked. Her back arched as all her muscles spasmed out in rapture as he drove her to a wonderfully explosive orgasm. Tears of relief in her warm gold eyes, her core feeling like it was melting as it throbbed, tightening around his tongue as she squirted, with Lelouch being in the best position to catch it all in his mouth as he continued eating her out, prolonging it before after a minute or so, he pulled back.

Chantal whimpered as she flopped down, boneless, her legs twitching and weak after that as the aftershocks of such an orgasm rolled through.

Seeing her so tousled, sweaty, and breathless as she laid out naked on his cape, he saw her as the most beautiful woman on the planet. How she hadn't found someone who loved her before was beyond him, but he wouldn't make that mistake.

Chantal was still catching her breath when Lelouch settled on her body again. Still seated on the floor, he crossed his legs as he settled her on his lap, her feet planted behind him. Her hands going to his shoulders for stability, she looked down at his cock, seeing it pressed against her still-sensitive pussy like a hot iron rod.

“It’s for you,” He drew her attention, “I’m this hard because of you, my love. I want to make love to you. Right here, right now.” Leaning in for a kiss, which she reciprocated, Chantal tasted her discharge on his tongue, but that was superseded by how gentle he was still being.

C.C. wanted him; she needed him so badly in her. She wanted to experience what sex was like with a partner who loved her and if it was anywhere as good as him eating her out…

One had gone down, peeling her stained and wet labia apart, showing off her pink depths, a string of fluids stretched out across it. Her other hand went for his shaft, grasping it; she left him to keep hold of her as he lifted her up, allowing her better control in positioning him. Chantal smiled as she felt him pressing against her entrance, her pussy giving resistance. Still, with a nod, he slowly lowered her onto his cock.

"Oh yes…" She bit her lip as his crown popped inside. Immediately, she could tell it was so different than when they had done it before, as he found sensitive spots she didn't know she had. Knowing she could handle it, Lelouch ripped the band-aid off, letting her drop, sinking his entire length in her depths. "Oh, sweet God!" She groaned as she felt his cock graze her G-spot on its way to knocking on her womb.

“Oh, you feel, I can’t even describe it.” Lelouch was in the same boat as she was always tight and warm, but now it was on a whole other level. It was like with every breath she took, her tunnel grew tighter, twisting harder and pulsing faster, working his cock in a way which had him need to take a breath to pace himself, else he blow his load early and while he had an idea that it would feel great, he wasn’t in this for his pleasure.

Just shifting his weight and cock around left him hissing while Chantal sang in bliss as he grazed a different spot in her already sensitive pussy. Taking a breath, Lelouch steeled himself for what came next as he started to rock her about. Chantal cried out in pleasure as she used her legs to ride him. It was an odd angle, but she easily got the hang of it. A few thrusts in, and she felt a spark of deep-rooted ecstasy as his cock hit a particularly pleasurable spot.

“You’re so warm,” Lelouch praised her, leaning in to kiss her neck and shoulder as she rode his cock.

“Hmm, keep going,” Chantal begged, her breasts bouncing with which rise and fall as his cock pierced her depths. “Please, Lelouch, make love to me.”

"Yes, Chantal," She cooed as she heard him whisper her name into her ear as he caressed her sides, his grip never loosening as he ground her into his cock as she rose and fell, her breasts bouncing as they went. She whined in bliss as she felt his cock thrust deep into her, smacking into the entrance of her womb. Lelouch let out deep groans from the chest as each time he docked in, she would tighten around him, no part of his cock left untouched and embraced by her depths.

Chantal sobbed, clenching around him hard, forcing Lelouch to pause as damn, this was intense, but his throbbing cock wasn't be denied, nor would she as she looked at him with such a helpless look. "Keep going.”

And so he did, even as she clenched around him, again and again and again. It was like she was experiencing a series of mini orgasms as she worked her way to the big ones.

And yet even as she felt her legs growing weak from the pleasure coursing through her veins and stemming from her cock filled pussy, she continued to ride him as he loved her. She loved him-oh, yes, did she love this bastard, and she wanted him to cum. She could already feel it, how his cock’s crown was weeping pre-cum inside of her, how it pulsed and throbbed as she massaged and stroked him with her insides.

Slowly, the worse of it passed as her seemingly vibrating pussy calmed, or at least it felt like it, but Lelouch was just powering through it. Grunting and groaning as he switched between giving her deep, loving kisses or leaving more hickeys across her neck and shoulders and sucking and licking at her breasts. With them picking up steam, the wet slaps that had been going since they started growing louder and faster.

“Oh fuck," Chantal moaned as he repeatedly drove his cock deep into her; each time, it felt like it was just that much closer to his cock entering her womb. "Right there! I love it; keep going right there!"

Time seemed to fade away; only the other existed as Lelouch felt her twitch, spasm, and contort on him; at times, she would press her chest into his and lean her head into his shoulder, moaning and shouting for him to keep going. Other times, she would lean back and, using her arms in conjunction with her legs, alter the angle his cock was coming in, which made her twist and tighten around him in new ways.

It was during one of these times that his thrusts sped up, his cock coming and leaving in smooth, fast, and hard glides, his balls slapping the underside of her perky and soft ass. Between them, her fluids had spread out from her crotch to both their pelvis, his balls-sack not safe as it was soaked as well. His pre-cum mixed in as it was like both were taps that were not closed completely, not when the other was offering such pleasure.

Both had grown so sensitive to the other as Chantal chanted for him to go harder, feeling how every vein along his shaft pulsed with lust and love. Lelouch felt like he could map out her folds as his cock was growing intimately familiar with them. Yet, he could never see himself growing used to it, as this was a level of sex that just couldn't be 'grown accustomed to'.

Chantal felt the spring in her belly growing tight with each thrust. "I'm close!" She cried. She couldn't help it; he was scraping against every fold, having found every sensitive spot, some of which she had seemingly never known about.

Pulling her in, he latched onto her breast and took full control of this, bringing her down faster, harder than before, which got her to scream right into his ear. "Me too," He managed to sound out as her folds grew as tight as a vice; his throbbing cock felt like it was moments away from blowing no matter what he did.

With one particular pull, he thrust into her, managing to get his cock's crown right into her womb. Entering her deepest part, there was silence for a moment before both realized what just happened.

Air rushed out of her lungs in the loudest scream of rapture she had ever given. Her entire body locked up, all but her pussy which went into overdrive, pulling Lelouch with her.

“Lelouch!”

“Chantal!”

Screaming the other's name, they climaxed together. Her face twisted in orgasmic bliss as her pussy clenched around his shaft, milking it for all it could give in a series of powerful yet soft contractions. Lelouch groaned as he pulled her into a kiss. His cock, its head settled into her womb, throbbed as he blew his load deep into her. Which breath he took, each throb of his cock was another blast of hot, thick semen into her.

As she twisted and squirmed, her pussy kept on contracting, pulsing and stroking him, begging for him to keep coming, which he did; the two seemingly entered a self-feeding loop when as her pussy would squeeze, he would shoot another shot, and it would squeeze in joy.

So much was shot into her that his semen started to leak out between the tight space between her folds and his cock, joining the rest of the bodily fluids that had spilled.

Eventually, even this stopped as Chantal sagged against his chest. She quivered but seemed to moan, pleased at the warmth she could feel in her womb. She giggled, knowing that such an experience would have been enough to knock anyone up. Still, fortunately for the two, she was incapable of child-rearing, another 'perk' of an immortal body.

But for now, she just rested against him. Sweaty and tired, her legs felt like they were filled with whipped cream, but she was still riding a post-sex high she never thought possible. Lelouch, for his part, was in a similar boat, stroking at her skin as he looked at her appearance, how it felt to have her in his arms, the smell that was coming off her as her pussy randomly and weakly tightened around his cock.

He lifted her off his cock, his somehow still hard length leaving her pussy with a splat as some of his and her cum came out with it, leaving an even bigger mess on his cap before her lips sealed once more, keeping the bulk of it inside as she snuggled up to him.

“That’s how much I love you, Chantal.” He breathed out as she traced patterns across his chest.

“Could you repeat that?” She asked him, smirking at him as he rolled his eyes.

"Well, aren't you a greedy and demanding girl? " he said as she let out a genuine laugh.

“Would you love me if I wasn’t?” She asked, to which he answered with another kiss, this one the sweetest of them all.

"Chantal, I wouldn't change a Goddamn thing about you." He uttered as he broke away from her, both smiling. "Now, we should probably get dressed and contact the others. I'll need to burn the cape, though."

"Oh yes, because Britannia can't know how good of a lover you are," Chantal joked. Wouldn't it be fun to see Britannia's reaction?

“Knowing my father, he’ll somehow use it to clone me.”

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Okay, it was the first time in 2 weeks that this wasn't written a week in advance, and it came down to the wire as I wrote it. When it came to the chapter itself, it was working off notes for things that should have taken place in the last chapter but couldn’t get done. However, having a chapter instead of just a part of it meant that I could focus on the emotional side of things with this chapter, which I appreciated as I really wanted to write since I first penned down the ideas and refined them.