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Continuing REVOLUTIONS
Also known as CODEGEASSR2♥KINKMEME PART II
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Continuing REVOLUTIONS
Also known as CODEGEASSR2♥KINKMEME PART II
... Thread II
(ain't that a mouthful?)
Rules
∅ BE ANONYMOUS for prompts and comments, always. You may fill de-anon'd if you're worried about plagiarism, but try not to as it puts pressure on the other anons. <3
∅ When requesting, make sure to ( Read more... )
“How was your class, then?” he asked, smiling as she slipped her arms around him and rested her chin on his shoulder.
“Very entertaining dearest; today we learned how to make a man plead for more even when he’s all worn out.” She slipped her hands downwards and began to pull his thong off, the only thing he was wearing apart from the gloves. He realised that something was wrong, something important perhaps, but then her hand was on his cock and her fingers were working their way inside him and it felt good, felt very good indeed and he was down on his knees as she continued to stroke him and those wonderful violet eyes filled up the whole world…
*
He woke up glazed with sweat, his cock rock hard and painful. Everything was as it should be: the curtains were half open, the door closed and Euphie lay beside him, snoring daintily. He closed his eyes again and sank back to sleep, the erection fading as quickly as it had come. The dream was almost gone already, but the eyes still watched from the back of his mind.
The dream came again the next night, and the night after, and the night after. On the forth day he falteringly told Euphie some of what he had seen and she indulged him, fingering him and stroking him as he knelt on the kitchen titles. It was as good as he had imagined and what they did in bed together afterwards was better still, but he could not shake the thought that the eyes he saw were not hers, and nor was the voice which now whispered through his every sleeping moment.
*
He woke up alone in bed. The door was open and the curtains were closed, and the woman with violet eyes was standing over him. Slim and pale with back hair tumbling to her waist she was all he could want in a woman and more. She shushed him when he made to speak, climbed gracefully onto the bed and mounted him without a word. She rode him like an animal, gasping and moaning as fiercely as he did. He reached out to touch her and she caught hold of his wrists, forcing his arms up and holding him helpless. They came together, a bolt of pleasure which seemed to course through him and into her, leaving him trembling and spent. She lay down on top of him, pinning him with her body and staring at him with those glorious eyes.
“More!” he managed to crock, “Please!”
“Not tonight my love,” she replied, “but I will return, if you can guess my name.”
He froze with fear for a moment, horrified by the mere thought of losing her. Then as he gazed back into the depths of her eyes the answer came to him entirely unbidden, like a gift from on high.
“Leloucia” he said. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him.
*
He woke up glazed with sweat, his cock rock hard and painful. Everything was as it should be: the curtains were half open, the door closed and Euphie lay beside him, smiling. This time the dream was as clear as day. At once he felt guilty, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Euphie’s smile grew broader, her white teeth showing from behind those perfect lips, and he felt worse still. There was no denying his arousal this time, he would have to sneak through to the bathroom and take care of it. He did, feeling ever more soiled and slipped back to bed for a thankfully dreamless slumber.
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*
“Who are you?” he said as soon as he opened his eyes, “what are you doing in my mind?”
“I am Leloucia of the Red Lamp” she replied curtly, “and I am here to make you mine, mind and soul.” She gave a theatrical bow, stroking her stomach languidly as she stood back up.
“I’m flattered” he said, rolling over and closing his eyes, “now go away.”
He waited for a moment, and then looked back up. Leloucia was still there, looking down on him with an expression of infinite amusement. She nudged him over onto his back and sat down across his legs. Suzaku tried to resist but found that he couldn’t move, a moment of paralysis which released him as soon as it was too late to stop her. He sat up, feeling his cock already stiffening; the woman looped her arm around the back of his head and pulled him closer to her.
“So you’re going to try and resist are you? You’re going to refuse me all out of loyalty to your dear little wife?” Leloucia had a strange perfume about her, strong and cloying with a hint of things not of the waking world. A single breath of it left him feeling drunk and hopelessly horny; he didn’t want to resist as she pushed him back down and positioned herself on top of him.
“Well, we’ll soon see who the better woman is” she purred. The ride began again, and this time he cried her name, over and over and over.
*
She didn’t appear again for more than a week. Suzaku tried to push the dreams from his mind but found that they stayed with him as clear as crystal, intruding on his thoughts night after night. He told himself to focus on work, and found it didn’t help. He tried to lose himself in Euphemia’s arms and found that he’d become more passionate than he’d been in months and lasted longer than he’d ever been able to before. His wife didn’t think to complain, but Suzaku only became more worried. How could a dream be so vivid, and how could a dream affect him like this?
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He woke up alone in his bunk, the sound of men exercising filling his ears. He groaned as he realised how much he must have overslept and wondered why nobody had woken him. He began to get up, wondering why he was already wearing his uniform and dreading to think what kind of trouble he was going to be in.
“Quite a lot, actually” Leloucia said as she emerged from behind the bunk, wearing a black uniform with a peaked cap and holding a riding crop, “Outside now, private Kururugi. I will be your disciplinary officer for this evening.”
He ran, out of the building, across the drill square and into the firing range, passing rows of monochrome soldiers with blank faces and dully glowing eyes. He stopped to lean against a wall, felt the wind on his face and heard the soft chirrup of crickets in the nearby grass. This was no ordinary dream he thought; no natural fantasy could be this vivid, this intense or this pleasurable…
“That’s because this is no ordinary dream, and I am no ordinary fantasy.” Leloucia stepped out of a shadow, appearing from nothing in the blink of an eye. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall my love.” He did as he was told, unable to think of anything else worth doing. Leloucia pawed at him for a few moments, muttering under her breath and filling the air with her strange, intoxicating sent. Then she began to strip him. First went his boots and shirt, which came off without going over his arms in some secret fashion. The trousers went next, and then his gloves. The underwear came off roughly, and his socks went last off all. She took her time through all of it, teasing each piece of clothing away and stopping to fondle each part of him as it was revealed.
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You're doing a great job so far, and this exactly what I wanted! Leloucia is so smexy and dominant, and poor Suzaku has no idea what he's getting himself into.
Can't wait for the next update! <3
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“Later you’re going to do the same for me,” she whispered, “but it won’t be my back you’ll be kissing.” She took his cock in her hand, made as if to stroke him but suddenly stopped, making him whimper in frustration.
“Who do you love, my naked darling?” she asked, sounding suddenly younger and far more vulnerable. Her name was on the edge of his lips when he caught himself.
“I love Euphie,” he said almost silently, casting his eyes down and lowering his hands. It was true, and it was what he’d wanted to say to her for days. So why did he feel so hurt by it, and so ashamed?
“Really?” she said, “well, what if I told you that you didn’t have to stop loving her? What would you do if all I wanted was for you to be my stud while you sleep, and left you all to her for every waking moment?”
“I can’t betray her” he replied, turning to face Leloucia. “I just can’t do that!”
“Are you sure? Because you’ve already let me undress you, and I still have your cock in my hand…” she gave it a little tug, forcing him to lean in and catch her by the shoulders, and then resumed her slow methodical stroking.
“Please, stop,” was all he could say, “Please, I can’t.”
“You already shown me that you can, and very well. But what if…what if I tied you up, Suzaku? Nobody could blame you if a harsh, cruel woman put a leash round your neck and made you her plaything, no matter how much you enjoyed it.” Leloucia reached behind her and produced as if from nowhere a long cord of dark green rope, the exact same colour as his eyes. Six tongues split from the end of the leash, each ending in a polished leather band, one large, four much smaller and the sixth smaller still. He reached out in mute curiosity, and found himself instinctively slipping one wrist through a smaller band.
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“Now, where do you think this one’s going?” Leloucia said, holding the last and smallest strap up to his face. He could see now that it was actually a metal ring, painted black.
“Is it a cock ring?” he mumbled, glancing down in embarrassment. This was all new to Suzaku and just for a moment the novelty of the question threatened to cut through the dazing stupor of the dream. He felt a snicker dance up from inside him and clutched at it like a lifeline. Leloucia grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back sharply, stifling the spark of resistance in a jolt of pain and transfixing him even deeper than before with the angry light in her eyes.
“You will answer clearly and look me in the eye when I ask you a question, Suzaku. Try again.”
“Will it go on my cock?” he answered, loud and clear this time. Leloucia smiled and released him, then bent to attach the ring.
“You’re quite right my darling, it does.” The ring tugged at him sharply as she released it and instantly his cock leapt up, painfully hard and rather larger than it should be. “I’ve made a little change here, so you can serve me better. It’s a shame dear Euphemia will never get to experience you like this.” Leloucia gave his cock a gentle push and watched it spring back into place, looking at it like an indulgent pet owner might, “And I think it can stay at attention all night long - you’ll never experience that with her, I can assure you. Now, let’s go and find a mirror!”
She took up the leash and turned to march back towards the square. Suzaku stumbled after her, the ropes tugging and pinching him all over, his leashed cock thrust out before him like a separate creature entirely.
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Ohmygod. That. Is. Awesome.
Also, yay bondage! Hnnnnnng.
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It was all hopeless. He didn’t have to test his bonds to know that he couldn’t possibly break free, nor did he doubt that the strange, beautiful woman was stronger than she appeared. She had him right where she wanted him, and the only reason he could think of resisting at all was that she wanted him to know how powerless he was.
The crowd were watching openly now, staring at him like a parade float. He didn’t want to think about them, or the tightness of his bonds, or the nagging unfamiliar weight of his cock. There was only one thing that could distract him, and that was Leloucia herself. Leloucia’s hair, a deep and shining black against the black of her uniform. Leloucia’s hands, so delicate and skilled, yet so strong where they held his leash. Leloucia’s bottom, clasped by oh so thin cloth tighter than he would have thought possible. The swaying of her hips as she strode along, at once powerful and voluptuous…The fog of lust closed back in, and he was lost in her.
“Here we are!” she proclaimed, the sound of her voice as thrilling as the sight of her body. Before them stood a great mirror, framed in brass. Leloucia turned to him and did…something…to the knot at his throat. The leash dropped away and his hands fell free, yet somehow his collar and cuffs and harness stayed in place.
“Look at yourself my darling,” she whispered, “And tell me what you see.”
Suzaku looked into the mirror and saw Leloucia standing behind him, pale and slim and impossibly beautiful. For a moment he could do nothing but stare at her in bliss, until she smiled indulgently, rested one hand gently on his stomach and gave him three firm smacks on the behind. The sound of the blows rang out louder than it should have and he grunted sharply at the contact, but the soft glow of pain focused his mind wonderfully.
He saw himself, naked and harnessed. He saw his own face, flushed with excitement. He saw his arms, strong and lean, perfect for holding her tight to his chest. He saw his own hands, far less delicate than hers yet fine enough to touch her. He saw his chest, broad and powerful, and knew that he was a prize worth conquering. He saw his cock, and loved her for what she’d done to him.
“I see myself” he replied, “I see myself ready to be with you.”
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She reached out and gently took hold of his cock, leading him towards the mirror. It had a handle now, and as she turned it he saw that it wasn’t a mirror but a door. She ushered him through the frame and back into his bedroom. The curtains were wide open, filling the room with starlight, and there was no door at all. The bed was neatly made, and lying on the bed was a woman. She was wrapped from toe to neck in pink silk, her feet bound together and her arms pinned to her sides; it was almost impossible to tell where the shear cloth ended and her flowing hair began. A blindfold covered her eyes, her mouth twitched as she slept.
“Looks like someone’s come to join us” Leloucia observed dryly, “move her down to the floor, she won’t wake.”
Suzaku lifted Euphemia gently and placed her at the foot of the bed. She stirred a little in his arms and gave a soft gasp of pleasure. He touched her between the legs and, just as he expected, found the silk soaking wet.
“What’s she dreaming about?” he managed to say.
“About us of course” came the answer, and he knew innately that Leloucia would not lie about this. “You’ll have to work hard to make sure it’s a good dream. Now come here and undress me.”
Suzaku went down on one knee and crawled to where Leloucia sat. He took Leloucia’s foot and carefully unbuckled the boot. Euphemia rolled onto her back and gave another low moan as he kissed Leloucia’s ankle, her heel, and the tips of her toes. The lovers simply ignored her.
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Suzaku nodded and went back to work. Off came her jacket, revealing a lacy red blouse. Off went the blouse, revealing a lacy red bra. The trousers went more easily than they should have, revealing a matching pair of scarlet panties. He worked slowly and deliberately, enjoying the act like a fine wine. He was her toy, her willing plaything, and he was in his element. With her down to the last layer his excitement flared. He knocked her hat away, fairly ripped the bra in half and pulled her panties down with a growl in his throat. She grabbed him by the hair in response and threw him face down across the bed, striking him across the behind again. There was no control this time; she slapped him again and again, faster and faster, until his cheeks throbbed and burned. He ground his cock into the sheets as she spanked him, revealing in the taunts and insults she spat through clenched teeth, riding the blows until he came. She rolled him over to inspect the sticky mess on his stomach, ran a fingertip through it and licked it clean, grinning like a hungry lioness all the while. His cock was still hard and he felt not the slightest bit of exhaustion.
“Someday,” she said at last, “I may allow you to repay me for that, but not tonight. Tonight I lie beneath, but first you must touch me. Touch me as you would worship me.” For a moment Suzaku thought he saw a flash of fire in the depths of her eyes. She turned around on the bed and got up onto her knees, facing away from him. Suddenly she slapped herself, a lightning fast motion that made him flinch and left a livid handprint across her bottom.
“You can start right there,” she hissed.
He laid his hands on her hips reverently, and kissed the mark. There was something wrong with the taste of her skin, something that he couldn’t quite place, or maybe she was hotter than she should have been. Suzaku didn’t care; he threw himself into the kiss like a starving man, licked and sucking and daring to bite her, ever so softly. A grunt from her and he pulled away while she struck herself again, then dived back in to lavish attention on the mark’s twin.
“Under you go” she said, pushing herself up from her calves and spreading her legs apart. He spun, shuffled and found himself starting at her cunt. The smell of her was more than human, thick and stifling and almost perfumed. He knew in that moment what she was, as mad as it seemed, and he didn’t care. She dropped down an inch, leaving him no choice but to lick and kiss and twirl his tongue as each momentary fancy took him. She only held him there for a moment, pulling back and leaving him hurt and wanting more. She lay back and spread her hair across the pillow with teasing slowness, then thrust out her hand, took his proffered wrist and pulled him in.
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“Mine” she hissed, “all mine. Both of you.” He tried to answer, to agree with her, but all that came out was a groan. He came again, a roaring blast of hellfire at the centre of his mind. As his consciousness melted he heard a familiar wail of pleasure behind him and knew that Euphie must be thrashing in ecstasy in her cocoon, the exaggerated curves of her bust straining perhaps to burst free.
He pulled away from Leloucia, and saw that she was covered in angry marks where his harness had rubbed against her. Before he could speak she was on him, pinning him down and taking him inside her again.
*
He woke up drenched in sweat and spattered with his own semen. The curtains were half closed, the door was open and Euphie was lying next to him, as hot and wet as he was. Suzaku stared at his wife as if he were seeing her for the first time, then threw his arms around her and kissed her. Leloucia’s eyes still hovered at the back of his mind, and he fancied he saw her smile as well.
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This is very interesting. I feel like every time Suzaku sees Leloucia in his dreams, he gives more and more of himself to her. She's selfish but also vulnerable, and I think Suzaku also sees that.
As for Euphie, I would be interested of seeing more of her in this. The fact that Leloucia has ensnared her as well is...chilling.
Also, good job on the smut! lol :p
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