A/N: I'm really sorry for the delay, everyone. I spent the break between summer and fall semester writing this, and I don't even have the patience to proof-read this anymore. I'm so sorry for making you wait so long, and I know you guys probably want to punch me in the face for it... In any case, as was expected, this is a smut chapter, that's REALLY long, and the pun is intended. If you can't handle the sex or incest, please don't read.

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The world swam before him, his vision obscured by luscious violet locks and a pretty face. He opted to close his eyes instead, as he didn't trust them, deciding to rely on his other senses instead. There were such things as illusions, were there not?

He inhaled slowly, finding that she smelled pleasantly of lavender, the intoxicating scent riddling his brain, his hands sliding to grip her gently at her slender waist. He could hear the water lapping at their forms, soft waves slapping against bare skin. He could feel her generous bosom, pressed against his chest, two perked tips dragging sensually across his skin as she breathed, a shiver shooting up his spine in response.

The act itself was obviously lascivious in nature, but he was still surprised that simply her being was an aphrodisiac for his body and mind, leaving him rather complaisant as a result. A frightening new side to himself was discovered, one that he was not aware of, that had been lurking beneath the facade of his alter ego. A latent being.

And he could taste her. Cornelia's warm and wet lips pressed against his, as if ravenous for more, softly, yet firmly, pressing. Her tongue had laid siege to the wet orifice of his mouth, also tasting, and teasing his tongue. Rather inexperienced, he stood no chance in battling back to hers in their intimate tongue tango.

Even though it was soundless, a pair of eyes bored into the side of his head so intently that his eyes fluttered open, and the two broke apart to breathe, with their chests heaving a bit in an attempt to quickly even out their breathing.

"L-Lelouch!" A quivering voice greeted him, and it finally registered that it was not just Cornelia and him. It sounded accusatory and impassioned, simultaneously, and he shivered in response.

An incomprehensible noise escaped from him, and he could feel is neck creak as he gradually turned to lock eyes with the fiery maiden. And fiery she was indeed, for aside from her scarlet locks and similarly-coloured cheeks, her hands were undoubtedly curled into fists by her side. Kallen was quite irascible, but that was not to say that Cornelia was not, for by definition, both ladies were. But the nuances of what invoked their ire was what divided them.

Cornelia, with alarming alacrity, however, sliced into the conversation. "Now, now, Kallen, there is no need to rush yourself, and feel left out. It is uncouth for women to be fighting over a man, who, I presume to be more than willing to share."

"U-Uncouth...?" Lelouch parroted in a daze. He wasn't quite following the conversation anymore, his brain befuddled, so he was beginning to feel his impatience crawling up on him. He wanted her, and he wanted her right that very moment.

Unfortunately, a few more moments passed before Kallen retired, conceding the temporary victory to Cornelia, still refusing to back down and remaining obstinate on the matter, much to Cornelia's chagrin. She alluded to some absurd deal or contest, or whatnot, but alas they were finally alone. It was only Cornelia and Lelouch, just as it had been not several moments ago.

"Well then..." Cornelia started, her voice silken, ghosting over his skin like satin, sending more pleasurable shivers up his spine, "we're finally alone. Show, me, don't just ell me, what you-" Cornelia was abruptly cut off. Her speech was interrupted by one who had deemed that waiting would no longer be acceptable to him. He had already waited for far too long.

Lelouch had just about lunged for her, even though they were less than a foot apart. He was voracious, a predatory beast haven been roused within him. She would be... rewarded, per se, for being the first person to actually bend his will in such a manner, causing him to flip his personality. It was simply too much teasing! He would at least provide her the entertainment she sought in him. This new persona was exhilarating, and he would soon find it to be addicting, and incredibly difficult to satiate.

A low, guttural growl emanated from Lelouch, as if he were trying to silence her, and kissed her rather ferociously, to lay claim to her.

Cornelia, being surprised by his invasive tongue, gasped softly into the kiss, the act casting a shroud over her mind as well. And the waters stirred in response to their movements, as she clasped her hands behind the nape of his neck. With this strange new fervour, the two were quickly swept into the lull of their familiarity for each other.

Lelouch's right hand trailed down to her firm buttocks, while the left drifted up to her chest. As both hands latched on to their respective destinations, Cornelia pulled back from the kiss with a soft moan, eyes fluttering she as she trembled against him. Lelouch groped and teased, but more like a baby would when given a new foreign object. He had never touched others, or himself, in such a manner before, so it was as if he was re-discovering his sense of touch.

Cornelia's knees just about knocked together, as she braced herself against the edge of the bath, and managed a feeble, 'stop!', to Lelouch, who jerked back, worried that something had occurred. Had he hurt her?

It took a bit of convincing for Lelouch, for them to relocate to a flatter area. She presumed it was propitious, when Lelouch had barely made it out of the bathroom when he had her on the floor, and was laying on top of her, trailing butterfly kisses on her neck, moving from her jaw line, down her slender neck, and pausing at the collar bone, alternately licking and nipping gently on the sensitive skin.

Cornelia vaguely wondered how it was that her own brother would be aware of such a personal, sensitive spot, but the thought was quickly stifled, as she gasped softly again, her skin feeling like it was set on fire.

But, Lelouch did not relent, and continued his descent, kissing the valley of her chest before shifting to the creamy-coloured mounds and perked cherries on top. He did not directly give her the pleasure of attending to the tip just yet, as he toyed with them first with his hands. He was evidently unable to even hold or contain one mound, in one of his hands. He guessed that two hands would be needed for only one, and this greatly satisfied him.

Once he had his fill, he indeed leaned down to pay attention to nipples, licking, first, around the areola, before kissing it, tongue flicking out to wet the skin and his teeth soon followed after, tugging. His free hand continued its previous activity in massaging its twin.

Cornelia was effectively squirming beneath him, electric shocks shooting up her spine, a coiling sensation tightening in her abdomen. She could feel herself getting rather wet, as her legs clamped together, as if trying to hold it in. That would not help, however, for Lelouch never ceased, merely switching to provide the same attention to her other mound.

Throughout it all, as he toyed with her ample breasts, Cornelia lost track of what was happening, until his other hand wedged in between her legs, finding her glistening folds. They were slightly engorged from the additional blood, and the entrance was thoroughly soaked. His index and pinky fingers pushed open her lower lips, and his middle and ring finger slid against the core, thumb inching towards the small bundle of nerves, as he teased the labia. The moment he merely came in contact with the clitoris, Cornelia's back arched into his touch, a moan flying from her lips as she instantly climaxed in his hands, flushing her sticky fluids onto his hand, dripping down the length of his fingers and onto his wrist.

Cornelia's hair, splayed out all around her, were like the diverging rays of the sun, although some was plastered to her face, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Her cheeks a deep scarlet, and a rather embarrassed expression on her face, as her chest heaved, rising and falling rapidly to replenish her need for oxygen. In so saying, Lelouch suddenly paused, as if hypnotized by the movements of her chest, her breasts moving with each inhale and exhale.

Cornelia grasped the chance immediately, trying not to look indignantly at him for having been so dominant. She fancied herself being the dominant one, the one who should be in charge, and on top.

Her arms shot out to grab him by the waste, and flipped him, swinging one long leg over his waist, and straddled him just below it. His member was already stiff an on alert, so it was her turn to stare, enthralled by the sight. She had never seen one before, and now that it was right in front of her, it seemed rather imposing, even as it merely twitched.

She too was curious, and so her hands grasped the hard staff, starting at the base and moving to the tip, then back down once more, repeating the motion in a steady rhythm. This elicited a choked gasp from Lelouch as he tried to tamp down on any noises, prompting Cornelia to accept that as an indirect challenge, of making it impossible for him not to vociferate himself.

She increased the pace, feeling pre-cum on the tip, and it was promptly smeared over her hands and his entire length, of which, she came to realize, that not only was it longer than her outstretched hand, but it was hard to fully grip in her hands, as it seemed to only grow in size.

Lelouch's teeth flashed out to worry his bottom lip, biting down to try and stop his grunts from escaping him, but as it were, Cornelia did well in making that extremely difficult for him.

Not a few strokes after, Lelouch openly moaned, and his member jerked in her hands. That was the only warning she received before his own fluids came in spurts, leaving some on her face, and down her front. The viscous fluids slid down her cheeks, hanging on her chin before dripping down the contours of her chest.

This caused Lelouch to openly gape at Cornelia, stuttering a nearly incoherent apology at the arousing sight. She proceeded to take an index finger to slick it off her body and lick it off her finger thoroughly, like after dunking a finger in a jar of sweet. Her tongue lathered her finger in a coat of saliva, far more than was necessary, but Lelouch did not complain, for the visual was so enticing.

As if reading his thoughts, she shimmied down the length of his body until her mouth hovered just above his soldier. It surprised her that he was still as hard as before, her eyes widening momentarily, judging its size, and beginning to doubt her capability of swallowing it all, but she ventured forwards, kissing the tip before her tongue darted out to begin in lathering her saliva on the tip, travelling smoothly along the ridges and folds.

Gradually, she took in more of his hardened length, more and more disappearing into her mouth with each time she withdrew and repeated the motion, her head bobbing. Lelouch's hands grasped her head, grabbing fistfuls of her silken tresses, half in an attempt to impatiently shove more of him into her mouth. It was now impossible for him to remain silent, moans escaping him ceaselessly as his hips bucked a bit.

"Haaa~!" Lelouch yelled, climaxing, once again, in a similar manner. Cornelia, with some unforeseen difficulty, attempted in swallowing the whole load, but as she suspected, the remainder leaked from the corners of her mouth, dribbling from her chin again. The sticky substance was slightly salty for her tastes, but she didn't mind it in the least.

Now, it was Lelouch's turn to try and recover, and Cornelia cast a seductive grin towards him, one that hinted at victory, and immediately, Lelouch wanted to out-do her. Perhaps that was his alter ego surfacing, for he could not bear to be the one who came last, so he grabbed her y the waist and flipped them back to their original position, much to Cornelia's surprise. For in her mind, he was not one to boast stamina.

And she was right in so saying, for Lelouch was nearing the end of his capabilities. So as he hovered above her, Cornelia decided, promptly, in transitioning to the final act.

She shifted a bit beneath and Lelouch instantly realized what it was that she desired, so he allowed her to move first, before aligning himself to her soaked core, the area clean shaven, and glistening with her own fluids, the petals of the flower he would soon take, were all the more enticing and desirable in this moment.

A curt nod was all he needed, and he sheathed himself to the hilt in one go, leaving Cornelia's jaw to hang open. The pain shot up from her navel, momentarily paralyzing her, but the shock of his disregard, or perhaps, obliviousness to possible resistance upon entry, numbed the pain, as the blood pounded in her veins. Seconds later, the pain crept back up on her, and she slammed her eyes shut, lips pulling taut, to tamp down on any noise.

Cornelia silently cursed his recklessness, but he was sensible enough to pause, slowly withdrawing half-way, and inquiring about the sudden change in countenance.

"J-Just give me a moment here..." She trailed off, voice quavering a bit as she tried to blot out the sudden surge in pain. Gradually, the pain ebbed away, and she nodded, signaling to him that she was able to continue.

This time, Lelouch did not seem so rushed and frantic, drawing back a little father before plunging inside her again. Now, they were relishing in making love. He too grit his teeth, but it was from the pleasing sensations. Cornelia's wet walls clamped down tightly on his member, pulling it back in every time he pulled out, as if to keep him in place. His thrusts gained a rhythm, steadily entering her until the movements of her chest drew his attention, and one hand latched on to her bosom, groping in a hungry manner.

Gradually, Cornelia met him thrust for thrust, as her hips rolled to allow him deeper access, the effects of which were evidently seen on her face, and now, in her vocalizations.

The sweat that coated their skin glistened, as they performed the carnal act, each on their joint quest to reach the climax that was now tantalizingly close.

In an effort to aid herself in reaching the edge sooner, so as to match Lelouch, one of her free hands went to grasp her other breast, and the other rifted down to their joined hips, searching for the small bundle of nerves that would help push her over completely.

The moment her fingers landed on her clitoris and started even just the slightest of movements, a familiar electric shock shot up her spine from the sensation, a white hot heat consuming her as she cried out for him to finish her off.

Lelouch was not far behind, and could not hold on for much longer, so he gave a few more final thrusts, hitting progressively deeper until his throbbing head knocked against the entrance to her womb. He felt her walls spasm, and then tighten its grip on his hardened member. Instantly, he climaxed, his own climax inducing hers, as the sensation overwhelmed her. He had forgotten, entirely, of warning her, but it was too late, as Lelouch released hi warm seed into her, painting her walls white. She flushed her own fluids out on to his member as well, and they mixed, the overflow leaking out from where they were still joined at the waist.

As the two had climaxed, their voices mingled together, as if in chorused unison, singing to the skies above, like they had been so thoroughly pleasure, they saw the gates of Heaven.

Basking in the after glow, Lelouch lay haphazardly on top of her, his mind starting to fade in and out of consciousness from his fatigue. His skin still felt like it was set ablaze by the beauty beneath him. Surprisingly, she didn't look the least bit angry at the moment, for she too had to recover from their tryst.

They had had a rather long day, on that was much too exhausting for his tastes, but somewhere, in the corner of his hazy mind, he was elated that his first was taken by Cornelia. For some odd reason, he had never made mention of his affection towards her, and it was probably due to her connection to his mother, he fancied. He didn't want to think too hard on the matter, even though it would've been impossible for him to do so for much longer anyways. He didn't want to remember the twisted fate that he had with her. And so, he allowed the sensations, feelings and thoughts of their lustful doings, to envelop him as his eyes fluttered shut. The last thing he remembered before falling unconscious, was only Cornelia's pleasing visage.

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A/N: And there you have it, the longest smut I've ever written, and one of the only I've ever written... Haha It's my second one, I believe, though I've forgotten. Anyways, if at some point in the beginning, I sent you packing for a dictionary, I apologize, but I wanted to provide the visual contrast...

As always, please leave a review. I will hopefully not take quite as long in uploading the next chapter, as I have with this one.