Chapter 2: A Red Birthday Gift

Kallen was taking a shower. Normally she would have been in a better mood. The warm water raining down on her naked body felt so good and she made sure to wash herself thoroughly, touching all over her skin. No matter the situation, whether it was after a hard day on the front or just lounging about in the trappings of her domestic life, she knew she was privileged compared to so many. However much she might have felt about the Britannian nobility and her own place in it, there was no way that she could deny it was good living. The fine food, the pampered lifestyle. She hated that if her goals as an insurgent were to succeed, that she might lose it all. But she was determined to do the right thing.

The right thing. That seemed so far away from her now. Zero had been found and the Black Knights were re-assembled again under his banner. The long year of hiding and seclusion had come to an end and the fight against Britannia was started up in earnest once again. She should have been happy.

But she never imagined that she would have seen her leader taking Refrain. He was where the rebellion had started, on one of the streets of Shinjuku where that train had traveled over that fateful day where she first saw the mask. That evening however, he was not acting like Zero who had a responsibility weighing down on his shoulders, no he acting was just like any other Japanese, powerless to change the course of things. She remembered how harshly that meeting had went down.

She had come there wearing clothes befitting the scion of the Stadtfeld noble family. High class and elegant, but also alluring enough to catch any man’s attention, revealing her long lovely legs. Any other woman going about in this kind of attire especially this late would be asking for trouble. But she had long put such worries to rest.

She found him there sitting on one of the foundations. Plainclothes, nothing like overdramatic Zero. She smiled.

“I figured you’d come here,” she said. “Where Zero was born. You started it here. This is where it all began.” She was walking closer to him. “Lelouch, I wanna tell you something.” Then she stopped in her tracks. He was hunched over about to inject something into his veins. For a moment she was paralyzed, the sight of it alone made her freeze with shock. “Is that...?!”

He smiled and looked up at her, still holding it. “Refrain ... You’re familiar with it, aren’t you? Brings back memories of the good old days.”

“Don’t give me that crap! So what if you failed this time! Can’t you come up with another plan and get it back? Just give us orders like you always do. Should I use my Knightmare? Or maybe play decoy? Tell me, I’ll do whatever you say!”

He stood up and looked at her. “All right, then, you can console me. There are things a woman can do for that, right?” He held her shoulders.

He was closing his face in on hers. His lips were getting closer. She had frozen up. This situation was something she had wanted for so long, and now it was happening. She could feel his breath on her face.

Then she backed up. She wanted it. But not in this way. Not for this reason. She would not do anything to bring him back.

She slapped him across the face. Not hard enough to sting but not lightly either. It shocked him enough that he looked at her. “No ... Snap out of it, Lelouch! You’re Zero now. You have an obligation. You’ve got to live up to the dreams you once gave us all! So please keep fooling us until you no longer can ... We need you to be Zero this time with all your heart. Play your role like you mean it...”

Then she was off. She didn’t look back. Not until he regained his spirit.

A day later, she found him again in this same place. He didn’t have any Refrain, he was just sitting there. He looked up at her.

She was wearing that same getup. Kallen was a naturally gorgeous woman and in that little outfit, even more so, no man in his right mind would be able to look away. But he couldn’t look at her. He remembered how he had tried coming onto her, only to be shut down. But she for all that she was still a beautiful woman, and for whatever shame he felt, it was short lived against his natural desires as a man. He stood up and looked at her.

He was going to say something to make things right between the both of them. But then there was a crack of thunder in the distance. For an instant, they both thought it might be something breaking down, maybe even a Knightmare Frame. Then it started raining.

“Come on!” she said. He didn’t dawdle, he followed her on the spot.

It wasn’t long before they were at a large manor. Imposing and stately, it brought back memories of his life living in the royal palace of Britannia. He couldn’t think about that for long, not with how hard it was pouring. She opened the door and he followed her inside.

They were both soaked and dripping wet. He snickered a bit. “You’ve looked better Q-1. I hope nobody from your august family sees you like this.”

“Get real. My family left Japan a long time ago back for their homeland. After the rebellion...” She looked down. Normally conniving and willing to make some remark, this time Lelouch was silent. When she looked back up at him, she said, “Let me show you where the showers are.”

“That’s not very appropriate Q-1. I didn’t know you wanted to go that far with me. The both of us bathing...” He closed his eyes and smiled, almost humming at the thought of it.

Her face tightened up into a glare. “This is a big house! There are several bathrooms and several showers! We’ll do this separately.”

He shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”

So it was that she was finishing up her rinse. She knew that he was likely cleaning himself off good too. As she was nearly done with cleaning herself off, she remembered Lelouch’s offer to bathe together. She remembered that time their lips nearly met when she caught him with that vial of Refrain.

She suddenly found herself wishing she had taken him up on that offer. She wanted to touch him in so many ways, make him think of anything but using that drug whenever he felt down. She wanted to softly caress his pains and clutch his face and tell him that for all his brains, he was a colossal idiot for ever turning to that garbage. And then she wanted to welcome him into her arms.

It was driving her crazy. Her nipples were poking out and a heat blossomed in her nether regions. Forgetting all about bathing herself, she grabbed one of her tits and slipped two fingers in her pussy. Giving into her desires only stoked the flame burning inside of her and while she was only gently touching herself at first, soon she was going to town, pinching her nipple and stabbing her twat with her fingers. She wanted and needed satisfaction exactly at that moment.

Kallen came before she realized it. It was so fast and intense that it felt wrong. It was not enough to satisfy her. Looking at her fingers covered in her dew, she sucked on them deeply before the raining water could wash it away. She had a mind to touch herself again, but she knew it would still fail to satisfy her. She needed more.
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When Lelouch was finished washing up, he admired his surroundings. He didn’t quite feel at home back at Ashford, but he enjoyed the trappings of fine luxury of that prep school the same. Here at Kallen’s mansion, it was even better. He took his time in primping and making sure he looked good. He would never abandon the habits of a prince.

After drying off, he put on a bathrobe. He left, feeling quite at ease. Not a feeling he was used to, not as Lelouch Lamperouge the undercover prince of Britannia, and not as Zero the revolutionary seeking to topple the empire. Especially not now with Nunnally as the new viceroy and the empire very aware of his existence. Things hadn’t changed one bit.

Especially with what drove him to take Refrain to start with. While he at Ashford, he ran into Suzaku. Ever the traitor, Lelouch had grown used to his presence. He was nothing but a pimple, a zit he had to tolerate. He knew that for all of the Knight of Seven’s advancements, that his greatest goal was still left unsatisfied. His father the emperor still ruled with an iron fist and Zero was active once more. The quisling would only ever be a quisling.

Still, even a maggot could bite. Suzaku offered Lelouch a chance to speak to the new viceroy. He was still Lelouch in public, but that was more of a mask than the symbol of Zero could ever be. He kept up the act.

He had not however expected the new viceroy to be Nunnally. He knew that Suzaku was trying to make him expose himself. He almost did break. It was only thanks to Rolo’s power that he kept his nerve. He had won that one. But it reopened so many old wounds. And that was when he found the Refrain.

That felt like ages ago. Still, here in this palace, he would take what pleasures that he could. He left the bathroom and finding out of the nearby couches, sat down and made himself comfortable. The last time he was here in this same mansion, it was a big party and the noblewomen couldn’t keep their hands off him. Putting the various noblemen in their place, he had a mind to fool around with their ladies too just to drive the insult in that much deeper. He smiled, remembering just how much he instead had fooled around with their daughter.

He didn’t need any Refrain for that.

Nor did he need anything to start getting a hard on underneath his robes. He was fortunate that the material of it was so thick. The last time he had gotten a boner around Kallen, she had been more than happy to put him in his place. He had something else he wanted to eat other than her pussy.

Namely some food. He followed the remaining sound of running water and even in this big house it wasn’t long before he realized it was upstairs in her room where she had taken him so long ago. He yelled, “Hey Q-1, where do you keep the food?”

To his surprise, she actually responded on the fly. “It’s somewhere upstairs. Come on inside, I’ve left the door unlocked.”

That answer made Lelouch want something more than just food. He quickly made his way up and opened the door. He was expecting to find the lady of the house awaiting him with open arms.

He was not expecting to find the room shrouded in total darkness. The only places of illumination were where the moonlight shone in through the windows. The last time he had been in a situation like this, she had put him in his place and made him like it. He was getting stiff just thinking about it.

Lelouch was just beginning to think about how different that time was. He still had Nunnally, his memories were not erased, and he was just beginning to plan his rebellion as Zero. He was thinking about how much had changed and yet things were the same. And then he heard the doors slam shut behind him.

He looked in that direction. He saw a figure walking towards him from the darkness, and remembering that time again, his mind was nothing like the tactical prowess of Zero but only flooded by memories of that night a year ago. He got rock hard in his pants even before he realized it, he felt so powerless and eager at the same time.

As the figure stepped into that same moonlight, he saw it was Kallen. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Her hair was still damp after taking that shower, and she looked even more beautiful than ever. Befitting a woman of her noble status, she was wearing a fine golden bathrobe, far more elegant than the one he was wearing, embroidered with red flowers and green vines. Even the fugitive, she was still classy enough to make a true royal like him crave her.

The bathrobe covered up so much of her. The only thing he could really beside her beautiful face and her red hair was a small look at her cleavage made all the more tempting from how little he could actually see of her. But the robe was so tightly wound about her that it conformed to her erotic body. Her large bust, her shapely hips, her finely shaped rump and her long legs. She was far from naked but he suddenly found himself craving her really bad.

And though she wasn’t naked, he did feel very much like a pervert. As Kallen walked on towards him, in that silence the clacking of her heels was so loud it was like the ticking of a clock. He looked away nervously, he was worried he would be staring at one of her finer parts, the little bit of her cleavage was the least revealing thing about her. He was only wearing a bathrobe but he was so stiff that he was worried she might see his boner.

He on the other hand would be seeing a whole lot more. That smile on her face spoke so many things, he looked away nervously like he was some kid who was with his crush. As soon as he did, he heard a soft lullaby sound. He looked back up and she winked at him.

Not looking away this time, he watched her undress. First she began to undo the front of it, baring the shape of her buxom breasts before him. His eyes immediately diverted to those, he couldn’t and wouldn’t turn his gaze from them, he wanted to see her nipples so badly. Then she untied the loop around her waist and fully opened up the robe. His jaw practically dropped when he saw her naked hooters again, there were so big and her nipples were pointing right out. It had been so long since he had seen those titties.

He didn’t dare look away from her. As she continued to undress, he stared in awe at her marvelous form. Her flat stomach, that tight feminine form interlaced with the perfect amount of muscle, her long and lovely legs. The heat in his erect dick spread up to become a gentle warmth in his heart. Any guy having a woman like this coming onto him on the regular would never even begin to consider using Refrain.

But as she tossed the robe aside, something else caught his attention. She wasn’t totally in the buff, she was wearing something else across her naked body. No longer ashamed of his libido, he looked at her more closely. He saw it was the same bondage gear she had on when she toyed with him a year ago.

He couldn’t believe how much more beautiful she looked. After freshening up like she had, her skin shone so brightly in the moonlight, and in all that time since she was still as gorgeous as ever, her flesh free of blemishes and marks. He had apparently been staring for too long because she sung that same lullaby tune, almost like a moan it was.

“Tell me, who am I,” she said in a sweet sing song voice. She batted her eyes at him.

She was acting as nice as could be. But he knew it was like a peacock’s feathers to hide the demon underneath, he could feel the edge underneath. He wouldn’t dare risk her ire. “Lady Stadtfeld,” he said fast.

“Good boy,” she said in a seductive growl. She walked on over to him, the clacking of those heels making his heart beat faster with every second until they were standing right next to each other. He looked into her eyes. She exhaled with her mouth, he could smell the delicious taste of some kind of high class breath freshener and he wanted her so badly. Before he could either utter some cheesy pickup line or try and command her as Zero, she pushed him so hard he landed right on his back at the mattress underneath him.

Before he could react, she moved at him with the speed and intensity that she had used so many times to kill in his name as one of his Black Knights. She was sitting right on his lap. With her right on top of him, the chub in his robe was right up against her naked body. But she showed no awareness of that, instead only grabbing his wrists. She was holding him down, massaging his wrists, yet at the same time she wasn’t being rough either. It was more of a dominance move, just to show him how much power she had over him and that she could be using more power if she wanted to, and at the same time she was kind enough not to.

“Now then, tell me. What’s the problem?”

She was still speaking as nicely as she was before, and he didn’t feel in danger. Even with her sexy self and her naked tits hanging over him. Instead he was just confused. “What?”

She clasped just a little harder onto his wrists. “Why would you want to use that?” There was just the slightest edge of severity in her voice, he had the impression she was on the verge of holding back her anger. He was about to say something but then she said, “Tell me as Lelouch, not as Zero.”

He knew exactly what she meant, it was like a shock to his senses. It was about him using Refrain.

“It’s about Nunnally.” She didn’t say anything, but instead nodded in understanding. “And Suzaku.” Her soft expression didn’t change but there was the slightest movement of her eyebrow ticking in irritation. “He gave me the phone. He told me to speak to the new viceroy.” His voice was changing, become more strained and angry, even in his current situation of being bound up. Let alone with having a beautiful woman naked on top of him. “He wanted to psych me out! It was only because of Rolo that I was allowed to speak with her. And even then ... even then I couldn’t tell her what I wanted...” He looked away. For him, the moment was ruined.

She had other ideas. She hummed sweetly to herself, and a pleasant heat touched something in him beyond his lusty desires. He looked up at her and she gently cupped his face. “So no matter who are you, Lelouch the wayward prince, or Zero the revolutionary, you’re still a very loving and overprotective brother.”

It wasn’t something he was used to hearing her say. It was more like something CC would say. He wondered what Kallen and that green haired witch talked about when he wasn’t around. But he didn’t care about any of that, he was washed over with a feeling of relief and lightness. To confess that to someone other than Rolo, to one of his most valued soldiers, and most of all to this goddess on top of him. That pain was beginning to fade away.

He couldn’t help but think she was something like a mother. Then his thoughts flashed back to his actual mother. One of the principal reasons for him opposing the empire, his last memories of her being of her dead. He tried to think of anything else but that.

Then she kissed him. Her tongue was deep in his mouth and he gave it right back to her with just as much intensity. The both of them were groaning into it, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be. That same fire was burning in him again, and he didn’t know if she had any games in mind for him like last time and he didn’t care. He wanted her.

That close, he remembered she was naked. He broke free of her grasp with that rare strength of willpower that went beyond the limits of the body and he grabbed her firm and supple bare ass. He was so into groping her that he didn’t notice it at first, but something felt strange about her skin.

He faintly remembered how shiny she looked when she first disrobed in the moonlight. He couldn’t think about it for too long, they were both still sucking face, and he felt all over the rest of her, moving his hands up that curvaceous waist to her slender hips, and then straight to her tits. As he had been touching her, his hands almost slid on her skin, she was so slick and moist.

Softly massaging her breasts at first, he pinched her hard nipples and she squealed through their kiss. She threw her head back to breathe. Lelouch looked up at Kallen, and she looked down at him. At first in the cold pale shimmer her face betrayed something of a woman in want, so lost with need. But then she regained herself ever so slightly.

“I put oil on my body before coming here. I’ll let you play with me for a little bit...”

That was all he needed to hear. He moved up and pushed her nipples deep into her areolas as hard as he could, then he would let them come back out. He didn’t look away from her face, staring deep into her eyes while he did it, watching her beautiful visage contort and twist with every second. Eventually she looked away from him and shyly bit her lip.

One simple thing was all it took for him to break through. He moved himself up and pulling her close, sucking deeply all over her taters. He was always at a loss to explain even to himself how such a warrior woman could have such a soft and amazing rack, but sucking on her teats now, it was like something unreal. Her flesh was so pliant and unfolded perfectly in his mouth.

The oil made it even better. It made her skin so luxuriant that Lelouch was able to suck on them so vigorously that it felt like they were slipping and sliding in his mouth, and he only picked up the pace as he ate her chest. That wet surface of those perfect knockers also had him thinking of spicing things up a bit beyond just eating them on them so fast sometimes it felt like they were going to actually fall off her chest. Her hard nipples in his mouth, he started nibbling on them.

Kallen was losing herself. She wanted nothing more than to forget her earlier plans and to submit to him fully this night, to let him ravish her as much as she pleased. But she had pride. And if she would enjoy him fucking her hard, her fantasy of him as a supplicant before her was intoxicating.

She immediately took charge by snapping one of her hands into his bathrobes and finding his naked junk. That only made him act up even more and he started moving his hips forward, craving more stimulation. But when she clenched down on his dick just a little more, he got the hint fast and stopped.

He looked at her. Her youthful cheeks were flushed in that white glow, and he could see just how much she was craving it, he could feel her hot breaths on his face. But there was a sharpness in her eyes that could only come from truly living as a warrior.

“Stop,” she said. He already had but that word alone fully put him in his place. She rewarded him for his compliance by relenting that tighter grip on his genitals and began stroking him. He let out a small moan of pleasure at her favoring him in that way, almost as if he were nothing more than a dog being granted table scraps. Just as he had noticed the slickness of her skin as he touched her, so too did he now feel that same slippery oil on her palms as she fondled his dick.

Still jacking him off, she snatched up his face with her other hand. With all her strength, she clutched onto his cheeks so hard that they squished together and his lips puckered up inadvertently. It was a state of humiliation nobody had ever seen him in.

His penis was trembling in her hands. She moved her face closer to his. “Have you been a bad boy?” she whispered.

“Yes, I have, my lady.”

Kallen smiled devilishly at Lelouch. She hadn’t even bade him to say that last part, but he went ahead and said it of his own free will anyway. Either he was committed to playing the part or he was learning his place. Regardless, she was pleased.

For that, she would reward him most generously. She jacked him off faster now, her hands were so soft and that oil on her palms, massaging his prick, was the best lubricant a guy could ask for. He felt like he was about to cum and began moving his hips forward, eager for the inevitable climax.

Not so inevitable. Just as he was about to burst, she stopped fondling his junk. She hadn’t let go of him. But she did stop stroking him.

She tightened her grip on his dick. He looked at her longingly with a face that pleaded with her to show him mercy. Her expression on the other hand lightened into an angelic demeanor, her smile was so sweet and she cupped his face like she really did love him.

“K-Kallen...”

“I have to punish you. For being such a stupid and bad little boy.” Her voice was as sweet as could be, she sounded like any of the ninny women that frequented the Ashford Academy campus. But there was so much more venom oozing from it. She wasn’t twisting her eyes into any kind of cruel expression and yet he could feel them bearing down into him.

She tugged on his dick a little harder than usual. Lelouch’s breath hitched from any kind of stimulation on his sensitive penis, and then she did it again. As good as it felt, he looked at her again. Her expression hadn’t changed, still the same gorgeous face any man would fall in love with, but it was something beneath it that he sensed. She was commanding him to stand.

He would not disobey his lady. He rose to his feet as best he could. Lelouch always put more stock in his brains than brawn, even Milly Ashford could overpower him if it came to a physical scuffle. But with Kallen now jerking him off, it was nearly an insurmountable task for him to stand up.

Yet he did it on his first try. Maybe it was an act of superhuman will on his part, maybe it was just the fear of reprisal from her if he didn’t, but he stood up. It wasn’t the most dignified movement, his feet were still a little shaky and he feared he might trip up on his own feet. He was still up.

Kallen rose up along beside him. She was still holding his pecker, slowly stroking him at a rate that pleased him but was nowhere near enough to make him cum. Lelouch’s eyes were closed, he was wholly absorbed in the agony and the ecstasy of her handjob, he couldn’t think straight at all. Britannia could never begin to fashion such a potent weapon.

With her free hand, Kallen reached for the collar of his robe. As she moved it down, Lelouch let his arms hang slackly. It made it so easy for the whole robe to slip right off his small frame, and then it was on the floor. His body was laid bare, totally at her mercy.

“Come here,” she whispered, and he only nodded. He wasn’t paying too much to where he was going, just following her every step. Her slick and soft hand on his dick, pulling him, he obeyed her to the letter, and as his feet followed hers, he was watching her butt jiggle with every step she took.

Lelouch wasn’t paying too much attention on where he was walking. He hadn’t even realized he was in a different room. But he did when Kallen flipped a switch and the whole area was flooded with a soft light. The change in scenery and thinking of nothing but obeying her, it was still different enough to make his eyes wince.

His eyes had just started to recover when he felt her pushing him. He was being moved someplace, and then he felt her yanking on his arms. He didn’t know what was going on. But when she was finished, he understood it perfectly.

He was tied up again. Lelouch was hung up just like before against the wall. It was the exact same place as a year ago when she had done this sort of thing to him. She crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow, a slight smirk on her face. Clearly she was pleased with her handiwork.

He watched her walk away. Still in that getup, half naked, he had never wanted her and feared her so much before. Despite his compromising situation, he was still of enough sound mind to appreciate her naked features. Her back turned to him, he licked his lips at the sight of her fine backside, her delicious ass, and those mouthwatering legs of hers.

When she came back, she had that riding crop with her. To both of their surprise, his dick jumped up at the sight of it. Kallen looked at it for several seconds, her lips pursed and opened up in a small amused shape before she looked back up at him.

She gently brushed the end of the crop against his face for several seconds almost like she was cupping his cheek with her hand in an affectionate embrace. He smiled before he even realized it. It was like he was pampered by a loving mother, an angel.

Then just as fast, she withdrew it. Lelouch looked down at her in surprise and before he could plead for her what passed for her touch, she whapped his naked stomach with riding crop. Not hard but not gentle either.

“Do you know why I hit you?” He was trying to find the words, anything to placate his mistress. He didn’t care if he sounded foolish, he just knew he had to say something.

“A liar,” he said. “A prince. A Britannian.”

“More precisely?”

He was thinking again. He didn’t know what she wanted him to say. He took too long because just as he was about to say something, she hit his stomach again.

“It’s because,” she said, cupping his face with the other end of the riding crop gently again, “you are indeed a liar. And not just any liar. Not just any prince either. Someone who lied about being a prince and pretended he was just one of us, an Eleven, a Japanese suffering under the heel of oppression, a Black Knight. That name you gave us, how appropriate. It’s one thing to think our resistance was being headed by a Britannian. But I would never begin to imagine that a royal dog would be pulling our leash and making us walk wherever he wanted. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?”

“Um...”

She withdrew the crop and turned away. “Well it doesn’t matter. A dog is still a dog. And you’re not loved by the royal family anymore. Just a mangy stray kicked out on the streets.”

Lelouch’s face colored. His mind was quickly snapping out of that haze of servitude fast, he had a mind to say something to her again. Just as he was going to, she spun around fast. That crop was on his face again. Gently just like before, but he understood the threat behind it.

“I’m not angry with you right now. I’m just disappointed. We’re partners. And you didn’t trust me, the movement, with anything. You knew everything about us. And yet you didn’t even deign to tell us a single thing about your past. Not a single thing about who you really were. Not even about your Geass power.”