Returning her smile, Lelouch pushed his bed-mate's shoulders back so she her head lay on the pillow. "I hereby accept the terms of your contract," he echoed. "At least, momentarily."
Ever one for multitasking, his left hand reached over to caress C.C.'s exquisite pudenda while his right hand tickling her right foot. She automatically squirmed and Lelouch was careful to avoid being kicked while she made squeals of joy and mock protest. Lelouch agilely switched his hands, so his right traced over her wet minge and his other moved to tantalize her left foot.
Satisfied with the digital manipulation, Lelouch brought both his hands to kiss her right and left feet, which she seemed ever more ticklish to based off her loud laughter and minor convulsions. He then tickled the hollow of C.C.'s knees while kissing up her amazing legs.
With his head now between her legs, Lelouch looked up her golden eyes as his tongue flicked over her erect clitoris. C.C. semi-voluntarily grabbed Lelouch's long, flowing black hair as his lips encircled her love button. She moaned encouragingly as he moved the right hand fingers around and then into her labia. His licking and sucking increased in speed but not yet intensity as his left hand moved under her to fondle her impeccably round and firm rear.
Lelouch continued to muff dive and grope for minutes, enjoying C.C.'s pleased moans and occasional quivers. Due to his cognitive capacity, his mind would wonder to affairs of state and some details of Zero Requiem without hindering his performance. He was glad that cunnilingus was much less taxing on his physical and sexual stamina than intercourse.
C.C. achieved three orgasms and breathed heavily as Lelouch gradually ceased. He wiped his mouth on her tight thigh and then moved himself on top of her to close the act with a long, deep kiss. "I hope you are pleased," he whispered into her ear as he moved beside her.
C.C. lightly snorted. "Don't be too smug. It was good, but I gave better." Lelouch sat up and asked, "Oh? How do you judge that?"
C.C. smiled and returned his gaze. "Easy, it took me longer," she replied in a deadpan voice. Lelouch chuckled, "All right, then. How about a contest? Mutual oral. Winner lasts longer and gets to tickle the other for the rest of the night."
C.C. considered the wager. Tickling him back would be nice, but Lelouch might not have finished his refractory period. Still, life and marital sex was more fun with risk.
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