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“What... is this?” Lelouch asked, as he averted his eyes. He liked to pride himself on his nerves of steel. He had survived a variety of life-threatening situations off of his solid demeanor and wit.
Yet, Sayoko always found a way to unbalance him. And now she had an accomplice.
“Welcome home, Master.” Sayoko greeted him, her usual polite demeanor unbothered by the creamy expanse of skin on display for him. She wore her typical maid headband, it's mundane familiarity contrasted against the black panties with lace trim, a matching bra and nothing else.
Lelouch had never given much thought to Sayoko's appearance, but now he couldn't ignore it. The soft curves of her hip, her nice flat stomach, and the gentle swell of her breasts. It was sensual, yet tame, perfectly suited lingerie for the professional women he knew her as.
“Welcome home, Master-. Would you like me to take your jacket?” Villetta couldn't get through the offer without a slight hitch in her voice as she offered a hand. The creamy white bra she wore struggled to contain her bust, and the thin string of cloth between her legs hid little, instead drawing attention to the small patch of silver hair just above it. She was a vision to inspire lust, as she presented herself to him.
Lelouch slid off his jacket. He knew that Sayoko had started to take an interest in his supposed love life after CC had shown up. It had only intensified a month ago when he had dragged home a wounded soldier to ensure his identity hadn't been compromised.
He had hesitated in how to deal with Viletta when it became clear she had lost her memory in the aftermath of her tussle with Shirley. Then in his absence to deal with that disaster, Sayoko had taken her under her wing.
“Thank you, Villetta.” He handed her the jacket, her hand lingered on his as she took it and folded it over her arm as she didn't step away. “If it is alright w-”
Villetta visibly deflated as he started to let her down. Least that told him that Sayoko hadn't pressured her into this.
“Young Master, I understand if you are confused.” Sayoko cut him off. “But we were discussing your recent behavior and schedule and both of us have concerns that you are working yourself too hard, and wanted to offer our assistance.”
It didn't surprise him that it was Sayoko's idea. “The concern is appreciated, but I would not ask this from either of you.”
Villetta stepped closer to him, her breasts pressed against his chest. “We wouldn't offer this, if we weren't certain. I- I want to do this. Please, let us... relax you.”
“It would be rude to take advantage.” Lelouch protested weakly. He was hyper aware of Villetta's touch as she continued to press herself against him insistently. Other protests died in his throat as Sayoko stepped behind him to press herself against his back.
“It's far ruder to refuse such a gift, young Master.” She whispered in his ear, and shivers ran down his spine. Her hand slid into his, and Lelouch allowed Sayoko to raise his arm. “Like Villetta said, noone here is offering what they aren't willing to give. Perhaps, one little touch, to see if you like it.”
Villetta's breast was large enough that he couldn't fit them entirely in his grasp as he slipped his hand under the cloth to touch her. A low moan escaped Villetta as he gently fondled her, and Lelouch found himself fascinated by the sensation. Soft but firm, warm to the touch and surprisingly heavy.
He could feel Villetta react to him, could feel her nipple stiffening as he gently caressed her. He could see how both her face and her chest flushed under his attention as he brought his other hand up to massage her other breast. The small sounds she made as his thumb gently scratched her areola and teased her was like nothing he'd ever heard before.
“Isn't she lovely, young Master?” Sayoko encouraged him. He could feel her press her lithe body to his back, feel how her hands rested at his hips, as if waiting for permission she knew was coming. “Don't you want to see what other sounds she can make?”
He did. He didn't have time for, nor interest in romance but as he got more bold in how his hands explored Villetta's body, he could admit to himself that he wanted to continue. He wanted to know every moan, or gasp he could draw out of her.
Villetta must have saw something in his expression as she pressed forward, pleasantly squishing him between herself and Sayoko as she kissed him. Her kiss was hungry, and insistent. Lelouch struggled for a breath before he was able to match her energy, her tongue in his mouth as his hands trailed down her sides to palm her ass and pull her closer.
As Villetta pulled away for a moment to catch her breath, Sayoko tugged on his belt.
Lelouch allowed himself to be led to his bedroom, Villetta an eager half step away as she closed the door behind them.
No longer content in an observer role, Sayoko began to kiss and bite along Lelouch's exposed neck as she unbuttoned his shirt, only pausing briefly to allow him to shuck it off onto the floor. Villetta knelt on the floor, her hands making quick work of his belt, then pants.
“Oh Master, is this for me?” Villetta practically purred when she'd pulled his pants down to his ankles, her lips only an inch from his rapidly growing erection. She didn't wait for a response, placing a line of gentle kisses along the base of his shaft before she took it between her lips and began to suck him off like her life depended on it.
It was Lelouch's turn to moan, the feeling of Villetta's mouth around his cock was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Sayoko stood before him, careful of Villetta between them, her bare breasts proudly on display, with her vibrant, pink nipples at a slight up turn.
“Have we changed your mind at all, young Master?”
Lelouch didn't trust his voice. His cock exited Villetta's mouth with a quiet 'pop' before she started to gently pump his long shaft with her hand as she looked up at him with her bright yellow eyes. He rested a hand against her flushed cheek.
He simply nodded, as Sayoko smiled back at him brightly. She knelt down to take a place beside Villetta. Villetta's hand continued to gently pump his shaft, as Sayoko kissed the head of his cock before swallowing him down to the base.
The pair of them continued like that for several minutes, swapping his cock between themselves as Lelouch did his best to stop his knees from giving out under him. The hypnotic sway of Villetta's still covered breasts as she bobbed back and forth on his cock memorized him, and only seemed to encourage her further.
“Isn't she pretty Master? Doesn't she look so beautiful? Isn't it nice to feel her sucking your cock like a good girl?” Sayoko asked as she pulled away to kneel behind Villetta, and brought her hands up to pull down the ex-pilot's bra, finally exposing her pretty, peaked nipples to him.
“Yes,” He put a hand on top of Villetta's hair, vaguely admiring how soft her hair was to the touch as he started to thrust against her inviting mouth. With an encouraging look from Sayoko, Lelouch continued. “It does. Are you a good girl Villetta? Are you a good girl who likes to suck your master's cock?”
Lelouch was so close, his whole body as live wire before he finally came.
“Villet-” Lelouch tried to warn her, but couldn't find his words as the hand he had ran through her long, silver, silky hair clenched tight and pulled her down his shaft.
Villetta understood though. Thick loads of cum shot down Villetta's throat as she took all of him. Once he'd finally stopped, Villetta slowly pulled herself off him, before Sayoko leaned in to kiss her, the two of them swapping his semen between themselves.
As much as he wished to watch, Lelouch had to rest a moment. He took a step back, his shin hitting the edge of the bed as he let himself fall back to lie on the sheets. His heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, as he took long, slow breaths.
He didn't notice Sayoko and Villetta's slow crawl up to lay on either side of him, until both of them gently pressed their body against his, their heads resting on his chest.
“Have we convinced you, young Master?” Sayoko inquired, the smugness of her voice an answer to her own question.
His cock twitched as long finger nails ran along his re-hardening length, at the invitation to continue.
“I believe we did.” Villetta rolled slightly to straddle Lelouch by the waist, his eyes flicking from her heavy breasts hanging between them, her silvery nipples taunting him with their closeness and her molten gold eyes glittering with lust as she looked down on him.
Lelouch could feel Villetta's wet folds grind against his shaft as she bent down to kiss him.
It looked like his relaxation had only just begun.