61Non Zero Sum Game
By Lord Raa
Disclaim-me-do: I can't pretend to be much of a judge of poetry. I'm a disclaimer.
Chapter 09
The Britannian Empire Lewdness Index, or BELI, was part information exchange, part cultural archive, part forecast service and part intelligence agency.
Originally, the BELI started its existence as a cultural archive called the Institute for the Study of Human Relationships in the early 18th Century to allow people to place their desires in a historical context and help understand why they felt the way they did about certain things. After the start of the Industrial Revolution, it took on a more commercial aspect.
The Institute started to record what people were spending their money on, mainly at the behest of the treasury to determine if taxes needed to be levied on certain products or services. It was part of this tax plan that caused the Washington Rebellions later that century.
It turned out that the quelling of this rebel and his followers helped save the Britannian people, after the flight of the Imperial family to the American colonies in the early part of the 19th Century.
In the year 1817, the Institute found its mission changing at the behest of the first Emperor, Ricardo von Britannia. Part of the reason for the Humiliation of Edinburgh was the perceived lack of intelligence for disruptive and belligerent elements in British society at the time.
What better way to gather intelligence on the population than to record their desires? It had the benefit of tracking trends, allowing clever entrepreneurs to make a fortune, thus increasing the Imperial revenues through taxation. This did require the finest minds in the land to look at potential production bottlenecks like imports to ensure that public demand could be properly met.
The reports that the BELI started produce were originally quarterly, given the data mining techniques and distribution methods available at the time, but soon the invention of the telegraph and the development of the railway network meant that the reports would be issued monthly and even at the turn of the 20th Century, weekly.
Now though, the reports were all electronic and could be issued hourly. There was some debate as to the propriety of this near-instantaneous dissemination of information. On the one hand, it allowed for rapid reaction to shifting trends, but on the other, a report incorrectly overstating the popularity of a new trend in fetish fashion could cost a fortune in unsold inventory. Not to mention, the potential for embarrassment at an Imperial masquerade.
Such was the importance of accuracy and authenticity that Empress Claire li Britannia had declared that misleading agents of the BELI was a serious felony. Fortunately, the Empress also had the foresight to understand that the BELI was now a very powerful organisation and made it a capital crime for an agent to knowingly submit a misleading report.
As such the fear of misleading the Imperial family made a junior analyst question what he was seeing from the social media feeds.
"Headpats? What the hell? Why are headpats suddenly trending in Area 11?" Sean McKenzie asked aloud. He refreshed the feed to check he wasn't misreading things and when the screen continued to display messages about headpats, he investigated further.
While it was common for local cultures to influence Britannian enclaves, that there was an increasing number of messages from young Britannian women referring to headpats seemed strange.
Previously, bukkake and public transport groping had been the trends that had come from Area 11. They weren't to his taste, but they made some sense to Sean in a "I have control over you" manner. Headpats, however, didn't make sense outside of a mass case of infantilism in the local population of young Britannians.
Looking into the messages in more detail revealed that the cluster of messages seemed to come from the Ashford Academy in the Tokyo settlement area. Some of the messages were in Japanese though, and they were put through the automated translation programmes for later analysis.
Soon there was a common theme to this trend.
"Lelouch, Prince of Headpats?" the analyst questioned one message. He blinked before reading another. "Prince Lelouch has a magical touch! I came when he gave me a headpat."
Sean McKenzie leaned back in his chair as he pondered the claims from Area 11. If they were true, someone over there had the kind of touch that aristocrats would kill for. If they were true, could this technique be taught to others or was it more like a fluke of genetics, like the ability for auto-fellatio?
But were they true? It was no bad thing to mention this to a supervisor, especially given the penalties for inaccurate reporting.
'Wait, what if it's an attack?'
That possibility was the most horrifying to the analyst. There was more to modern warfare than just numbers of men and what Knightmare Frames you could field. Battles could be lost before they were even got beyond a few range-finding shots without proper intelligence. Misinformation was a significant worry since the advent of telecommunications, and the BELI had been at the forefront of cybersecurity.
But if the Chinese Federation had managed to hack into its network, then the BELI could be compromised. Sure, it was just a trend right now, but if this was a breach, who knew where it could lead.
No, Sean's course of action was to talk to a supervisor. If it was nothing, then it was nothing and he'd get some teasing from his boss about being overcautious. But if it was a new trend amongst the youth, then it needed to be recorded and processed as such. And if it was indeed a breach, then security would have to be stepped up immediately.
Celina Mitford was still trying to get Lelouch's attention when the main course of Clovis' meal, wasabi and ginger cured pork belly, was brought out. The sharp tang of the meat contrasting well with the creamy dauphinoise potatoes.
"I think you should come to the palace more often, Lelouch," the Viceroy said, ignoring his half-brother's lack of reaction to his fiancée's flirtation. "It would do you good to get familiar with princely duties."
"Yes, coming here to visit is a good idea," Euphemia nodded. "A very good idea."
"And what princely duties would they be?"
"Ensuring that Area 11 is run properly," Cornelia replied. While she cared little for Clovis' swinging parties, preferring the company of Euphie above all others, she thought a little professionalism on the matter would prove useful in convincing Lelouch to rejoin the family.
"Yes, that's what I meant," Clovis smiled. He cast knowing look at Nunnally, who nodded in reply. "I'm still a little upset you were hiding from me for so long, Lelouch."
"I had to protect Nunnally."
"Obviously, but it would have been easier if you'd come to me."
"I didn't want to be a bother," Lelouch shrugged. 'That and I didn't want to see you molesting married women.'
Celina was growing frustrated at the lack of response from the young prince. The table was too wide for her to comfortably rub her foot against his thighs. Not that she thought he'd react favourably, given his earlier responses in the evening.
'Why can't he be more like Clovis? Why can't he see that he can have me any time he wants? Why wouldn't he want to exert his power me?' the blonde pondered.
She could see that the younger of the two princesses were enamoured with him, and after the kiss she's received, she completely understood why. With a touch like that, any woman would want to be his. Celina had often fucked other men, but Lelouch was different. She could see herself being drawn to his harem.
A harem was the goal of many Britannian men, and most of those understood that a true harem was beyond the average man. Looks, personality and wealth would always help you gain one, but even high ranking princes could fail to keep their women happy.
There were many doubts that Odysseus would be able to make his wife happy, given his stance that sex was for procreation, not recreation.
But if Lelouch was capable of making a woman orgasm with a kiss on the hand, then he could keep dozens of women happy. Celina made a mental note to see if there were any historical records of such skills or if Lelouch was the first of a new breed of lover.
'A chosen one… A messiah. Or perhaps just a naughty boy,' the blonde thought, making herself smile.
"I still can't believe that you've never had a girlfriend," Cornelia said, having had several glasses of wine already. "A handsome young man like yourself? I'd have put money on you having to beat them off with a stick."
"The girls were always too pushy," Lelouch replied. "They all wanted me to put a hand up their skirts or squeeze their boobs."
"Given the quality of your headpats, I can see why!" the pilot laughed. She was trying to be nonchalant about it, but her mind was telling her that she had to experience Lelouch's touch more and more. 'But I only want Euphie! Wait, it wouldn't be cheating if Euphie was there, too…'
"I told you, I only started giving out headpats the other day!"
"It's true," Nunnally nodded. She wasn't sure if she was glad or sad that her brother didn't give out headpats on a regular basis. On the one hand, it did mean that the girls at school didn't have to change their underwear on a regular basis. But on the other, there was something amusing about the female population of Ashford Academy lining up for their daily headpat.
'That's actually not a bad idea, maybe we can expand it to make the Elevens less rebellious? Yes, a variation on the Princess Lottery…'
Sir Ian Vanderbilt looked up from his lunch to see Sean McKenzie standing in the doorway.
"What can I do for you, McKenzie?"
"I… I've found something odd, sir. I was checking the social media trends in Area 11 when I found something unusual."
"Go on."
"I… It's headpats, sir. Headpats are trending in Area 11. Well, specifically the area surrounding the Ashford Academy. They're talking about a 'Prince of Headpats'."
"Prince? But Clovis doesn't venture far from his circle of aristocratic friends. Sure, there are some nobles in Ashford, but I don't think Prince Clovis is interested in them. Not unless they're ready for his parties."
"It's not Prince Clovis, sir. I think it's Prince Lelouch," McKenzie replied.
The section chief frowned. "Prince Lelouch vi Britannia? The Prudish Prince?"
"That's why I brought this to you, sir. I don't know if headpats are about to make a comeback or if there's an attempt to manipulate trends or if it's a security breach."
Sir Ian moved his lunch to one side and brought up the Area 11 feed. "Headpats are trending in Tokyo. There are some searches as to how effective they are. They could be coming back as a retro trend."
"There's more to it than that, sir, there's talk of him having a magical touch. Given that Prince Lelouch was notoriously respectful of personal space, why would he start giving out headpats to his classmates? This is why I think that someone's trying to mislead us."
"You might be right here. Keep track of the messages in Area 11. I'll see talk to the head of security about checking for a breach."
After the dessert course, the dining sextet retired to a balcony for some fresh air.
"Prince Lelouch, might I trouble you for a headpat?" Celina Mitford asked. "All this talk of them has me recalling my schooldays."
"A bit young to be trying to recapture your youth," Cornelia muttered under her breath.
Euphemia was the only one to hear the comment, casting a look at the pilot. She frowned when she saw the look in her sister's eyes. She knew it well. 'Cornelia's going to be a bit rough tonight…'
"…" Lelouch wasn't sure what to make of the request from Celina. The way she'd been trying to get his attention during the meal reminded him of Shirley Fenette, but that had been just the natural tendency of Britannian women to flirt with men. Now she'd outright asked for a headpat.
"It's alright to give out headpats, Lelouch," Clovis smiled. "In fact, I insist that you give Celina one."
"But…"
"Lelouch," Nunnally said. "It's fine. It's not like you've been asked to bend her over the balcony and fuck her doggy style."
"Nunnally, please!"
"Though, if you want to do that, that's fine, too," Celina purred.
"Please do if it makes you happy, Lelouch. It's as a host it's my duty to take care of all of my guests' needs," Clovis smiled.
"Then get me more wine," Cornelia said, thrusting her glass at her half-brother. "I'm getting thirsty standing out here."
"But of course, Cornelia," the Viceroy replied. "And you, Lelouch, you should give Celina a headpat."
The prince sighed. At least this evening hadn't degenerated into one of Clovis' sex parties, though he was sure that his sisters might not object too loudly at such a development.
"OK, here you go," he said as he reached out and gently touched the head of his future sister-in-law.
"Oooh…" the blonde moaned before her knees buckled and she fell to the floor.
"How do you manage that?" Cornelia demanded, reaching for her half-brother's still outstretched hand.
"I don't know!" Lelouch insisted as Euphemia and Nunnally helped Celina to her feet.
"Hmm," the Knightmare Frame pilot replied as she started to inspect the appendage.
The skin on his palm didn't feel any softer than her own, and there wasn't any roughness on the fingertips. She hadn't expected there to be much, given that Lelouch wasn't a manual labourer.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," Cornelia mused before touching the hand to her cheek. She'd experienced a hand caressing her face before, from the few boyfriends in her life and both Nunnally and Euphemia.
But that contact was like a slap compared to the sensation of Lelouch's touch.
"Lelouch…" Cornelia whispered. "I… I don't normally let men touch me, but you… You're welcome to touch me any time you like."
"But… I'm not supposed to touch people!" Lelouch insisted, unsuccessfully trying to pull his hand free from his sister's vise-like grip.
The purple-haired princess disagreed. "With your touch, it's a different matter."
To prove her point, Cornelia moved Lelouch's hand to her breast, causing him to blush heavily and her to let out an orgasmic moan.
"C-Cornelia?" Euphemia asked, unsure of what to make of her sister responding to the touch of a man in such a manner.
The pilot just pulled her brother in to kiss him on the lips, her tongue probing his mouth. All the time, the intimate contact continued to bring previously unknown pleasure to her.
After a minute, Cornelia needed to break for air. She panted as her eyes blinked to clear the stars from her climax.
"I… I'm sorry," Lelouch said, embarrassed by what had happened.
"There's nothing to apologise for," Nunnally said reassuringly. "Well, other than not kissing anyone else, I mean."
Euphie nodded and stepped up to claim her kiss.
Clovis smirked before handing Cornelia a fresh glass of wine. "So, how was it?"
The pilot just smiled in reply as she accepted the glass. After taking a drink, she spoke again. "Why not ask Euphie – you can see how she's trying to dry-hump Lelouch."
"Yep, that's what I'd be doing," Celina said, nodding in understanding. "Clovis, I know you like sharing and swinging, but if Lelouch said to me that I was to only fuck him, I'm sorry, but I'd become his. Exclusively."
Clovis blinked. He was unsure of how to take that. On the one hand, he was amused and aroused at the idea of his fiancée being seduced away from him by his younger brother, but on the other, to abandon the swinging scene after a kiss on the hand and a headpat? That was either arbitrary and ill-informed or Lelouch had a power that hadn't been seen before in the history of humanity.
"And what if he said that you were only to fuck me?"
"Then I would do that on the promise of headpats," the blonde replied. "I'd marry you tomorrow and give you as many children as you want, but I'd be thinking of headpats from Lelouch and counting down the minutes before I got them."
"So his headpats are like drugs?" Clovis asked, thinking about how he could use their addictive nature.
"Yes," Cornelia confirmed as Euphie rolled off Lelouch.
The pink-haired princess was panting and wore a euphoric look on her pretty face. After a minute, she'd recovered just enough breath to speak.
"Everything… about… Lelouch's touch… is… addictive."
Nunnally looked down to see that Euphie's grinding her crotch against her brother had left large damp patch on the supine prince's clothes. She wasn't sure if she wanted to have a go herself, or maintain control. After all, it looked like the previously phallus-free Cornelia was now ready to have Lelouch fuck her in any hole.
'You can't exert power over anyone when you've been reduced to a quivering cock-sleeve that's begging for a fucking,' Nunnally told herself. 'Even if it's Lelouch's magic touch that's left you like that.'
After a closer examination, the brunette realised that the contact had started to cause a little stirring inside Lelouch's trousers. 'That's the first hint of an erection I've seen him have… Well, it seems that we're moving forward at last!'
Lelouch looked up to see his twin sister smiling. It scared him.
"Don't worry," Nunnally said as she helped her brother to his feet. "I told you that I'll respect your decisions when it comes to sex in public."
"Thanks," the prude said. He let out a sigh. "Can I go home now?"
"But the night is still young!" Clovis protested.
"We have school in the morning," Nunnally said. "However, you can all have a headpat as a parting gift."
"Nunnally…" Lelouch tried to chide his sister, but the look she was giving him made all his resistance melt away. "Fine. Just one headpat but then we have to go."
Euphemia was the first in line for the parting headpat. "Me first, Lulu."
Euphie was a surprisingly strong-willed young woman. She might have the appearance of a delicate princess, but she had a stubborn streak that rivalled Cornelia.
Lelouch sighed again. He wondered if he should do something to his hands. Sure, an amputation would be an inconvenience, but it would certainly stop him from having embarrassing nights like this again.
'No, Nunnally would be upset if I hurt deliberately myself,' the prince told himself. He took a deep breath and gave his pink-haired sister a headpat.
"Oh, Lelouch…" Euphie moaned as she leaned into the hand.
"That's enough," Nunnally said. "There'll be plenty of time for headpats later. Cornelia, you're next."
Cornelia smiled and lowered her head for brother. "Don't forget the side to side motion."
Lelouch did as he was told and ruffled the pilot's purple locks, eliciting a throaty moan and flirty look.
Next up was Celina, who's panties were so wet, it was like they had just been pulled straight from the washing machine.
"I'm yours, my prince…"
"But you're Clovis' fiancée!" the young prince insisted. "You should only be with him."
"If you promise me headpats, I'll be the best wife in the world for Clovis," the blonde said earnestly.
Realising his power for the first time, Lelouch smiled and reached out to his future in-law. "Then you should only be intimate with Clovis."
"Unn…"
"Don't forget Clovis," Nunnally said, smirking at her brother's revelation at the power he had under his control. "Clovis, no more cuckoldry."
"Yes, no more cuckoldry!" the prude said as he ruffled the hair of his older brother.
The Viceroy was taken by surprise by the speed and hardness of his erection at Lelouch's touch. "I… promise, no more cuckolding."
"Good. Now, let's go, Nunnally."
Lying on her bed, Villetta Nu was thinking about her encounter with the magical touch of Prince Lelouch.
Over the course of the day, she'd thought about how the simple, single headpat had turned her on more than anything she'd encountered in the past, but now she was in a position to properly contemplate things with the aid of her vibrator.
The dark-skinned pilot closed her eyes as she recalled the delicate touch of the prince on the top of her head. It was so different to any headpat she'd experienced before.
Lelouch vi Britannia was the undisputed master of the headpat.
Villetta began to circle her clit with the tip of her vibrator, it's gentlest setting proving a pleasant stimulation as her mind considered what might happen if she was to be the one that married Lelouch.
"If his hand can do that to my head..." the pilot whispered, as she imagined his gentle caress working her rock-hard nipples. "Fuck me, Lelouch…"
Villetta increased the vibrator's setting to level two and began to tease the entrance to her womanhood with its head, pretending it was her prince using his shaft to ensure she was ready to take its full length. She was slick enough with her own juices and slipped the phallus inside her, enjoying the sensation of being filled.
The pilot bucked her hips as she slid her sex toy in and out of her hungry pussy, moaning softly as she started to get into the depths of her masturbatory fantasy.
Villetta lifted her legs up as she imagined Lelouch doing his best to thrust into her, as if there was a prize for reaching the entrance to her cervix with the head of his cock.
"Fuck me!" she growled as she upped the speed on the vibrator to its highest setting. "FUCK ME!"
The obscene sounds of the synthetic cock being plunged into Villetta's hungry pussy mixed with her demands to be fucked by the prince and filled the bedroom as the pilot approached orgasm. Villetta moved her left hand to play with her breasts, as she pinched her left nipple, she came.
"FU~UUUuuuu~~" she moaned, shuddering violently on the now sweat-soaked sheets.
It was a good orgasm, technically even better than the one she'd had at lunchtime at the hand of Lelouch. Villetta turned off her sex toy and rolled onto her side, a contented look on her face.
"He'll fuck me properly one day," she sighed happily as her eyes closed.
On the way back to their home, Nunnally was smiling at her brother.
"What's up?"
"I'm proud of you."
Lelouch blinked in surprise. "Proud of me? For what? Being attacked by Euphie?"
"No, not that," the princess shook her head. "I'm talking about what you did with Clovis."
"Asked him to stop molesting other people's wives?"
"Yes. The Elevens have a shorthand term for cuckoldry, they call it NTR and it's a shit-tier fetish. Stealing someone's woman or allowing other men to sleep with your woman makes you a shit person."
"But Father had multiple women…" Lelouch replied, confused as to the distinction.
"There's a difference between having a harem and just shrugging your shoulders when another person fucks your wife," Nunnally explained. "And as for getting filled by two dicks at once? Well, some women need more than the average man can provide."
"Isn't that what, you know, toys are for?"
"Yes and no. If only you'd attended the sexual education lessons, you'd understand this all. Your ignorance of this sort of thing is your own fault."
"Sorry for not wanting to see people's most private moments in graphic detail," the prince huffed.
"You know, it might not be that bad of a thing that you didn't take those lessons," Nunnally said, stifling a yawn. "They actually spent a week teaching people how to give proper headpats in Sex Ed. I dread to think what would have happened with you there. They'd probably never have gotten to correct oral technique or how to prepare for anal."
Lelouch rolled his eyes. "Thanks for that."
Nunnally reached out for Lelouch's hand. "All talk about oral and anal aside, I'm glad that you're taking a stand against NTR. Even Father hates it."
"Really?"
"Yes. I remember him ranting about how awful people who like NTR are. I'll spare you the details of his rant, but if we can cut down on the amount of NTR in the Empire, Father might stop pressing you to be like other Britannians. He might accept you having just one woman in your sex life."
"Will I get any say in who that woman is?"
"Yes, of course."
To be continued…
