The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the tactical screens still flickering in standby mode. Outside, the muffled sounds of Black Knights moving equipment echoed faintly, but here in this private command room, the air was heavy with tension.
C.C. sat on the edge of the war table now, leaning back on her hands, her golden eyes glinting with wicked satisfaction. Her half-zipped top hung loosely off her shoulders, exposing pale, flawless skin. Her lips were slightly swollen from Lelouch's earlier kisses, her breathing already heavier than usual.
"You started this," Lelouch said darkly, stepping toward her with slow, deliberate strides. His violet eyes burned with something far more dangerous than strategy now. "And now you're going to pay for it."
C.C.'s smirk widened lazily, her voice smooth and teasing. "Oh? Then punish me, King. Show me if you're as ruthless here as you are on the battlefield."
That was all the permission he needed.
Lelouch grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her off the table, spinning her around so her back hit the cold surface of the war table with a dull thud. Papers and maps scattered to the floor. He pressed his body against hers, trapping her there, one hand gripping her chin and forcing her to meet his heated gaze.
"You're mine tonight," he growled.
Her breath hitched, and she whispered, "Then take me."
Lelouch crashed his lips onto hers, his kiss fierce and consuming. His gloved hand pinned her wrists above her head, while his other hand trailed down her side, gripping her hip tightly. C.C. kissed him back just as hungrily, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him even closer.
Her half-unzipped top was in his way. Lelouch tore it open completely, the zipper snapping as the fabric spilled to the ground. Her lacy black bra strained against her chest as she panted beneath him.
"You knew what you were doing when you came here dressed like this," Lelouch accused, his fingers sliding beneath the thin fabric to cup her breast.
C.C. moaned softly, arching into his touch. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me."
"Arrogant witch," he murmured, pinching her nipple between his fingers before lowering his head to claim it with his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, sucking hard until she gasped, her back arching off the table.
Her hands struggled against his grip, but he refused to release her.
"You're not touching me until I say so," Lelouch ordered, his voice low and commanding.
C.C.'s golden eyes glimmered with mischief, but she obeyed, biting her lip as he ravaged her chest, leaving wet, hot kisses and bruising bites along her pale skin. He pulled her bra down, exposing her fully to him.
"Beautiful," Lelouch whispered darkly, dragging his tongue down between her breasts, his gloved fingers tracing along her ribcage before sliding down to the waistband of her shorts.
With one swift motion, he unbuttoned and yanked down her shorts, leaving her in nothing, but her black lace panties. Her legs shifted slightly, nervous and excited under his intense stare.
"Spread them," he ordered.
C.C. obeyed without hesitation, parting her thighs and revealing the dark, soaked fabric clinging to her wetness.
Lelouch's smirk grew as he dragged a finger slowly across the wet patch, watching her bite her lip to hold back a moan. "You're drenched already. Did you really get this worked up just by teasing me?"
"Maybe," she breathed, her voice teasing but shaky. "Or maybe I just wanted to see how much self-control you don'thave."
He growled at her answer, ripping the panties down her legs in one swift motion.
"Not anymore, you don't," Lelouch said.
Before she could respond, he dropped to his knees, gripping her thighs firmly and lowering his head between them. His tongue slid across her wet folds, slow at first, teasing, until C.C. let out a sharp gasp. He licked deeper, harder, his tongue curling against her clit in firm circles.
Her hands clawed at the edge of the table, her golden eyes half-lidded as her head fell back.
"Lelouch—ahh—" she moaned, her breath coming faster with each stroke of his tongue.
He didn't stop, didn't slow, sucking and teasing her sensitive spot until she squirmed, her legs tightening around his shoulders.
"Say it," Lelouch ordered, pulling back just enough to growl against her wetness. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," C.C. gasped, her hips bucking slightly toward him. "Only yours, Lelouch."
"Good girl," he purred, before diving back in, sucking harder, making her cry out. Her body trembled as pleasure built rapidly, her orgasm crashing through her in waves as she moaned his name loudly, not caring who might hear outside.
Lelouch didn't stop until she finally collapsed against the table, panting, her body trembling from release.
Before C.C. could catch her breath, Lelouch stood, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, making C.C.'s eyes widen slightly.
"You think you can tease me and get away with just that?" he said, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her onto her stomach on the table. "I'm not finished with you yet."
C.C. smirked, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Then show me just how much of a King you are."
Lelouch growled, gripping her waist firmly as he positioned himself behind her. Without warning, he thrust into her hard, burying himself deep inside her tight, wet heat.
C.C. cried out, gripping the table for support as he started moving, his thrusts hard and unrelenting. Her breasts pressed against the cool surface, her body rocking with each deep stroke.
"You feel so tight," Lelouch groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her. "You were made for this… made for me."
"Harder," C.C. moaned, her voice breathy. "Show me how much you want me."
Lelouch responded with a sharp slap to her ass, making her gasp before thrusting even deeper. Her walls clenched around him, her moans filling the room as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm.
His hand slid up her back, tangling in her long green hair, pulling her head back so her flushed face tilted up toward him.
"Say it again," he demanded, his thrusts growing faster. "Say who you belong to."
"I'm yours, Lelouch," she moaned loudly, her nails clawing the table. "Only yours!"
Her body tightened around him as she climaxed again, her cries muffled by his hand covering her mouth to silence her. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own release until with one final deep thrust, he came hard inside her, groaning low against her ear.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting heavily, Lelouch still buried inside her as her legs trembled.
Finally, he pulled out slowly, his hands gently brushing down her sides.
C.C. turned her head slightly, smirking weakly. "I should tease you more often if that's the reward I get."
Lelouch smirked back, leaning close to whisper against her ear. "Do it again, and I won't be as gentle next time."
C.C. chuckled breathlessly, clearly pleased. "I'll hold you to that, King."