Whatever....  Like I say, more El Hazard fanfics, please?  I'm trying hard
to do my part, I hope you try hard to do your part....


El Hazard: Makoto's Mistress
An El Hazard Lemon
by Michael Chen

Hah hah, just took that teaser of mine and decided to write some
bad stuff.

Credits to Captain Jack for suggesting to me about how to get
Alielle to "fuck" Makoto.  It was quite a plausible idea indeed. 
I never knew that he would be capable of thinking of something
that hentai. ^_- (Just joking Captain!  Can't you take a joke?)

FANFIC BEGIN:

    The population at the Palace was decreasing at an alarming
rate.  Shayla Shayla, Afura Mann, and Miz Mishtal all had to
return to their duties back at Mount Muldoon.  And as
predictable, Fujisawa-sensei had leave with his woman.  Of
course, he had been quite vocal against leaving Makoto and Nanami
behind, the lure of free wine and other good stuff were just to
strong.

    So far, it was quite tolerable, but then out of the blue,
Nanami decided to leave with Fujisawa, her excuse being that she
didn't want to be deprived of her education.  Fatora grumbled as
all opportunity for some companionship was gone, absolutely gone.

    Fatora sat alone on her bed, having successfully fought off
Princess Rune's and Lands's desire to have her visit the military
council.  She didn't like work at all, and would have preferred
to play all day with her girlfriend.

    Boredom is a funny thing, and it can play tricks on one's
mind.  As she laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling, she began
to imagine that Alielle was there.  The two initially had had a
rocky relationship, but it quickly turned into a passionate
thing.

    Fatora remembered the difficulty that it took to open Alielle
to lesbianism.  Alielle before had been eager to flirt around
with boys, but Fatora showed her a softer, more gentler way of
loving.

    Fatora felt herself turn flushed as she thought about the
previous night, and what she did with Alielle.  Sometimes she
thought that Alielle just had a natural amount of energy, capable
of going on and on.

    She let out a moan, and in a way, it woke her out of her day
dream.  She felt a wetness on her fingers and looking down, she
found that she had been fondling herself between the legs.

    She sighed.  She needed to find relief and fast.  'Maybe if I
did something else, I'd be able to take my mind off this.'  she
thought to herself, and standing up and wiping her hand clean on
her bed, she decided to follow her own advice.

* * *

    Fatora had wandered all over the castle looking for
something, but everywhere, her mind was stuck on one thing, to
satisfy her urge.  And in the end, her wandering turned into a
search for a suitable mate.

    But everywhere she turned, there was no one.  She looked at
her sister, Rune.  However, she knew that Rune was one not
willing to participate in such unmoral activites.  She looked at
chambermaids, her other ladies-in-waiting, but she knew that they
were all married, and would not like the thought of having sex
with a woman.

    In the end, there remained only one place which she hadn't
checked, the library.  Carefully, she opened the door, and found
the place to be silent.  So silent in fact that she could hear
someone reading slowly.

    She carefully walked and found Makoto seated, reading books. 
He was sitting there, sleeping, but that was to be expected as
all of the books were longwinded, dry, and boring.

    But looking at him through her sex-starved eyes gave her an
idea, and she felt a smile over her face.  She whispered to no
one in particular.  "I never had sex with myself."  Carefully she
walked to Makoto, picked him up somewhat and dragged him out of
the library.

* * *

    It was long and hard work, but Fatora was able to bring
Makoto to her room.  Struggling with the door, she pulled the
still sleeping Makoto through.  But fate struck as the door
slowly shut, picking up speed, until it crashed on his foot.

    His eyes opened wide.  Makoto struggled for a bit.  "Hey! 
Where am I?"  But Fatora was wise to cover his mouth with her
hand.

    Fatora grabbed Makoto and pushed him onto the bed.  Makoto
complained immediately, as that was his nature.  "Fatora!  What
are you doing?"  He sounded worried, extremely worried.

    He tried struggling, but various factors prevented him from
succeeding.  For one thing, Fatora was quite stronger than him,
her thin, strong hands holding him down and tying his limbs to
the four posts on her bed.  "Hold still!" hissed Fatora.

    Right now, Makoto wasn't in the mood to go along nice and
quiet.  Fatora sighed as she sat back and admired her handy work. 
"There," she breathed heavily.  "That wasn't so bad, wasn't it." 
In a way, seeing a person powerless to do anything to stop her
made her excited.  She could feel her sex get moist with
anticipation, as she looked at someone who was almost identical
to her.

    Makoto started to complain but stopped as Fatora grabbed him
and gave his penis a painful squeeze.  "Ok, let's get something
straight here, Makoto.  I'm PRINCESS Fatora, not 'Fatora', not
'That Bitch.'  I'm Princess Fatora, and I expect you to treat me
as one."

    Makoto stuttered.  "Yes, Princess Fatora."  Fatora squirmed,
her tightly squeezed legs rubbing her lips together.

    Fatora sat there content with inflicting such pain on Makoto. 
She happened to enjoy the fact that even the strongest man had
the simplest weakness.  The weakness happened to be in a nice
spot, easy for a woman to kick.

    It was Fatora's proof that women dominated everything, and
now she felt the need to assert her domination.  "Well, Makoto,
feeling comfortable?"  She watched Makoto squirm constantly as he
felt his testes crushed against his body, not a good feeling at
all.

    "No."  Fatora's face became a scowl as she squeezed so hard
that Makoto yelped.  

    "That should be 'Yes, Princess Fatora, I like it when you
touch me.'"  Fatora grinned evilly as she watched how easily she
had Makoto under her control.  She really never thought that a
man would be that easy to subdue.  He was turning out to be
easier to break in as compared to Alielle.

    Makoto opened his mouth and forced himself to speak.  "Yes,
Princess," he swallowed hard.  "Princess Fatora, I like it when." 
He inhaled sharply, trying to ignore the mind-numbing pain. 
"when you touch me."  Fatora shuddered slightly as the sensations
began that rapid shoot towards climax, but she stopped, hoping to
prolong her enjoyment.

    Fatora looked at him, it was like looking at herself to a
certain extent.  She released him, and he started breathing
again.  She started to pet him in an affectionate master. 
"That's good Makoto, see, I'm not an annoying bitch.  I can be
nice sometimes."

    She felt Makoto slowly loosen up, and then she struck again. 
She pulled off her dress, slowly.  Makoto heard the sound of
rustling cloth, and curious, he looked up.  There was Fatora, her
feminine body bare in front of him.

    Makoto stared at her for a moment, before registering what
was going to happen.  He gazed at her small, pert breasts.  Her
flat, almost boyish but smooth stomach.  As Fatora climbed onto
her bed and approached him, he noticed that she was shaved as
well.

    Fatora looked at Makoto, his eyes opening wide for a while
before closing shut.  He kept his eyes clenched tight.  "Well,
don't worry, Makoto, I'm not seducing you or anything.  I'm just
bored, and Alielle isn't here to satisfy me.  So I went with the
next best thing."

    Makoto felt Fatora brush her body against his clothing. 
"Now, don't worry.  I'm just going to take a seat here, and
pretend you are a girl."  She sat down on his chest and spread
her legs wide, exposing her sex to Makoto.  "Now, Makoto, I want
you to make me feel good and suck me off."

    Makoto instead closed his eyes tighter and started struggling
harder.  "Makoto, don't make me angry!"  Fatora shouted at him. 
She watched his chin tighten even further, as he probably didn't
want to any part of this.

    Makoto shook his head to emphasize his displeasure.  Fatora
got angry.  "Makoto!  You asked for it!  You pleasure me or
suffocate!"  Without any warning, she shifted forwards, planting
her soaked lips against Makoto's and clenched her legs hard.

    All that Makoto could smell was her sexuality, it was
stifling and overpowering, and suffocating.  He found it hard to
breath, and he started to struggle.

    Fatora looked down at Makoto, fighting hard, pulling against
his bonds.  "That's it Makoto, the more you struggle, the more
you need air, and the sooner I can get my pleasure.  Fight all
you want."  She started to laugh.

    Makoto fought as long as he could, but from the intensifying
pressure applied to the sides of his head, he knew that he was
going to lose.

    His head dizzy and his lungs screaming for air, Makoto
resolved to get that evil princess off him.  He tentatively
licked her.  Fatora was surprised when she felt that warm wetness
bask her outsides, and for the first time, she was willing to
admit that a man sure knew how to eat out a woman.  Of course,
she was willing to attribute it to beginner's luck.

    Fatora let a moan out of her, and then remembering about
Makoto, she relaxed her legs a tiny bit.  The sudden influx of
fresh air cleared Makoto's mind and he was able to think clearly.

    He looked at Fatora's nexus as he licked it, his tongue
gliding in the groove.  He could feel the slickness within, and
the pulsating muscles.  Then Fatora grabbed his head and pressed
it tightly against her.

    Makoto seemed to have a special knack for being good in most
things.  And surprisingly, sex was one of those things he was
natural.  As Fatora grabbed his head, the sudden shock caused his
tongue to extend it hard.  His tongue slide into Fatora, and she
started to shake as the good feelings filled her head.

    Fatora moaned as she pumped herself into Makoto's face. 
Makoto closed his eyes as he felt a wetness leak out of Fatora
over his face, mouth, and tongue.

    She sighed blissfully as she leaned backwards and rolled off
Makoto.  She knew that Alielle had to experience some of Makoto,
but she didn't know whether her friend would get turned on by
him.  Thus a plan was hatched in her mind.

    Makoto swallowed hard, trying to clear his mouth of the
fluid.  "Princess Fatora, can I go, please?" he begged.  He
didn't want to be any part of this, he wished that he was with
Ifurita.  Hell, right now, he wished he was safe with any girl
except for Fatora.

    Fatora smiled at him, as she produced a blindfold from some
hidden place.  She placed it around Makoto's head.  "Don't worry
Makoto.  I just want to play with you a bit more."  Makoto felt
his clothing being pulled off.

* * *

    In the darkness of the blindfold, Makoto lost track of time. 
Hours, minutes, or days, he completely forgot, his eyes not
seeing the light of the sun or stars.  He was breathing through
his mouth, trying not to smell the panties that Fatora used to
gag him.  She had told him not to make a sound or else.  Makoto
heeded her and was barely making a noise.

    Then the door to Fatora's room opened.  "Fatora!  Fatora? 
Where are you?  Alielle is back!"  Makoto started struggling as
he realized what Fatora had in store for him.  The door slammed
shut, making Makoto realize that his time was running short.

    Makoto could feel Alielle climbing onto his bed.  "You missed
me, didn't you?"  She giggled.  "Yes, I know you, you're always
so ready."  As Alielle approached the struggling figure on the
bed, her eyes opened wide.  "Fatora, you shouldn't have.  You
don't need to tie yourself up for me."

    Alielle sat down on Makoto's chest and kissed his cheek. 
"But it certainly makes it interesting.  Shall we get bare?"  she
asked while giggling.  Makoto felt the bed bounce slightly as
Alielle fumbled with her clothing and tossed them off.

    Then a minute or so later, Makoto felt Alielle climb on to
him.  She whispered in his ear.  "You know, I couldn't stop
thinking about you today.  I wanted you.  That's why I returned
so early."

    She pulled the panties out of Makoto's mouth and gave him an
intense kiss, her tongue pushing deep within.  Like every time in
his life he felt intense pressure, Makoto screamed and entered
shock.

    Alielle seemed befuddled as Makoto started twitching.  "Hmmm,
you want me to do better?  Maybe this will help."  She untied
Makoto's hands and brought the two of them to her breasts, using
his hands to massage herself.

    It did nothing to help, as Alielle's large breasts were
enjoyably malleable under Makoto's hands, the hard, erect nipples
pressing into his palms.  He could feel himself react, but he
didn't dare move, lest he disappoint Princess Fatora.

    Meanwhile, unknown to the two of them, Fatora had secreted
herself in her closet, the door only opened a crack as she peeped
at her bed.  She watched Alielle playing with Makoto, and at that
moment she wished that she was Makoto.

    She was still naked, and that allowed her to cup her breasts
with her hand.  Although her bosom was not as large as Alielle's,
they were still impressive.  "Well, that felt good," she sighed. 
"Now it's your turn."  Alielle got up onto her knees, and tugged
hard on the dress.

    The dress came off in a flash, revealing Makoto.  Alielle
seemed surprised.  "Makoto!  What are you doing?"

    Fatora felt a moan over take her, but she bit her lip to hold
it in.  She wanted something to happen earlier, and quick, she
didn't know how much longer she could hold it in.

    "Did Fatora tie you up?" Alielle asked.  Makoto nodded, and
that made Alielle somewhat displeased.  She didn't like the fact
that Fatora actually cheated on her.  Alielle knew that she liked
to flirt a lot, but she never would ever cheat on Fatora.

    Makoto nodded, his shame evident as he looked away.  Alielle
asked another question.  "Did Fatora cheat on me?"  Fear appeared
in his eyes as he looked around to make sure Fatora was nowhere
near.

    Alielle knew something happened, and judging by the way
Makoto was behaving, it wasn't good.  Unabashed with her nudity,
she decided that perhaps she get even with Fatora.  She leaned
forwards and gave Makoto a smile.  "Well, I guess it's time I got
even with Fatora.  I know she made you do something."

    With an impish smile on her face, she slid down Makoto down
so that she could take a good look at Makoto from below.  He was
already hard.  It was a strange thought, Makoto before wouldn't
have had thought about Alielle in this way, considering the both
met in such an intimate way.

    Makoto fought against instinct.  "Please?  Just stop.  I want
to leave before she gets back."  Fatora smirked.  She must have
given Makoto quite an impression.

    "Well, I won't let you get off that easily,"  Alielle said as
she delicately handled Makoto with her hands.  It was Makoto's
turn to feel good.  He felt a tingling feeling slowly spreading
through his skin, and it began to intensify slowly.

    Meanwhile Alielle felt her hands getting warm from the lack
of lubrication, and she decided to do something about it.  A
little pensive, she engulfed the stiffness into her mouth and
gave it a nice coat of saliva.

    Alielle heard Makoto whisper her name, and thinking that he
wanted to talk to her, she stopped and crawled on top of him. 
She looked at him, for all she knew, Makoto was worshipping her
like a savior now.

    Makoto in a few short moments with a little teasing had lost
all his inhibitions.  Before he thought of Alielle as a nice,
perky girl who was a great friend.  Now, in conjunction with
Fatora's mistreatment, he wanted Alielle.  He wanted her badly.

    Instinctively, he jutted his hips forwards, and quite
accidentally his trembling pole tickled Alielle.  Alielle felt
something stiff touch her for a moment, her lips starting to heat
up.  Likewise, she never thought of Makoto as someone she could
have sex with.

    She still couldn't believe that she was this close to Makoto. 
But the constant reminders that Fatora had been with Makoto, made
her forget about her honor and love.  Without delay, she pushed
herself onto Makoto's restrained penis.

    She missed horribly, and felt it push hard into her groin. 
Grumbling something, she reached down, took a firm hold of it,
and tried to guide it to her.  She wasn't that experienced though
and ended up poking it nearly everywhere before she found a spot
that matched perfectly.

    Then holding her breath, she pushed down hard.  As Makoto
slid within her, alarms rang out in her head and she exhaled.  It
felt good, so good in fact, that Alielle was beginning to lose
her rationality.  All that she wanted after a first couple
strokes was to just continue for ever.

    With enthusiasm she bounced up and down, trying to achieve
constant stimulation, her breath quickening.

    Fatora watched, her eyes opening wide when Alielle decided to
do it that way.  She had thought that Alielle would eventually
have Makoto eat her, but fuck her like that?  She thought that
Alielle knew how to properly treat a man.  Still, the thought was
quite provoking to Fatora and she fingered herself with annewed
passion.

    As Alielle rode up and down, she moaned out Makoto's name
over and over again.  By far this was the best sex she had ever
had.  The strange part, Alielle felt that it was taking a longer
time to reach orgasm.  Perhaps, that was the reason it felt
better.  With Fatora, the orgasm came quickly and was short
lived.

    With Makoto, she was working hard to reach climax.  Fatora
was having similar thoughts.  Watching Makoto and Alielle, she
must have came at least twice and she was soon on her third one. 
She wondered why both were still going on strong, while she felt
tired and weak.

    Then in a sudden rush, Alielle felt her muscles clench
tightly around Makoto meeting a resistance that furthered her
delight.  She groaned.  Breathless, tired, and basking in their
lovemaking, Alielle rested on Makoto's chest, listening to his
racing heart slowly come back to earth.

    Fatora watched Alielle's beautiful torso start shaking, and
she started to attack herself with passion.  As Alielle came to a
rest on his chest, she tried to stop herself, but she reached the
point of no return, and she too came.

* * *

    Alielle, who rested on Makoto's chest, both tired, almost
instantly fell asleep.

    Fatora on the other hand, her hand tired and muscles tight
from the feverish treatment she gave herself, walked out of the
closet, and tiptoed to the bed.  She looked at Makoto and
Alielle, both not even bothering to move after their little act.

    Fatora settled on the edge of the bed to study what had
exactly happened, and she watch with slight interest as Makoto's
softening penis slowly slid out of Alielle, with a slow stream of
semen dribble out of Alielle and back onto Makoto.

    A smiled surfaced on Fatora's face as another idea yet seized
her.  She watched Alielle moan and shift a little on Makoto,
whose unbound arms were around her.  Fatora frowned a little. 
Alielle sometimes was a little bit too gentle.

    She leaned over, and carefully pried Makoto's arms off
Alielle and retied them again.  And as an after thought she took
some excess rope and wound Alielle around Makoto.  Then she
quickly dressed up, and pretended she had just walked into her
room.  Tiptoeing to the door, she opened it and slammed it shut.

    Immediately Alielle tried to sit up, roused from her sleep. 
Instead, she found herself bound to Makoto.  "Alielle!" shouted
Fatora who feigned anger.  Somehow, Makoto's eyes snapped open as
soon as he heard her.  "Alielle!  What are you doing on my bed?"
Fatora was doing an effective job of being angry.  Alielle and
Makoto were visible worried, like they were suffering from a bad
dream.

    Fatora on the other hand started to laugh as she approached
the two, both struggling to break free.

    Of course, struggling was not a good thing, as it only served
to make Fatora more and more excited.  At the same time, Alielle
could feel sometime stab into her.  Makoto felt something tight
grab him.

    They thought it was Fatora, doing something dastardly, but
they couldn't be more wrong, as Fatora was seated directly behind
them, watching them react under the pressure.

    Alielle and Makoto intensified their struggling, the only
thing on their mind was the desire to escape their bonds.  They
were so focused that they didn't realize what they were doing
until they both came.

    Both Makoto and Alielle felt their muscles contracting, and
Makoto sprayed his semen into Alielle.  The two stopped moving,
their energy spent.  Fatora, on the other hand, felt her heart
pumping faster.

    "Well, you two, thinking of cheating on me?"  Fatora spoke,
strangely calm.  "I'm going to have to think of a way to punish
you two."

    Fatora produced a small knife which was used to sever
Alielle's bonds.  She pushed her lover off Makoto.  "Alielle, you
stay there.  Makoto's going to get his punishment right now." 
Fatora grabbed Makoto's penis and scrotum and squeezed really,
really hard.

    Makoto's face turned faint as the sudden shock of pain
flashed through his system.  Strangely enough, Fatora felt
something warm and wet slide down her fingers.  She looked down,
it was some leftover semen.

    "Makoto!  How dare you make my hand this messy!"  Fatora
shouted at him, so happy that she had an excuse to mistreat him. 
She suspected that Alielle had really enjoyed the sex with
Makoto, which was sort of bad.

    Fatora straddled Makoto's chest, and started to slide over to
his face.  "Well, Makoto, I'm sure you're used to this by now." 
Alielle's face cringed as she had an idea what Fatora was about
to do.

    She looked at Makoto, all bounded up and unable to fight
back, and here was Fatora, ready to humiliate him.  Her mind made
up, she found a sudden burst of courage, and she grabbed Fatora
from behind and dragged the princess away from him.

    With one vigorous pull, Fatora slide from Makoto's shoulders
to his stomach.  Fatora started fighting, and Alielle who was
weary from sex, put all of her energy into one last tug.  Fatora
slid back easily, and she let out a squeal.  Whether it was luck
or bad fortune, Alielle had just pulled Fatora right onto Makoto.

    Fatora felt something hard invade her, and she tighted
herself in a feeble attempt to prevent it from going deeper.  But
that wasn't a good idea.

    Makoto moaned as Fatora slowly settled onto him, amazed that
she was that tight that it felt like his outer layer of skin was
being pushed down.  

Well, that was all I could write last night, and I guess I feel sleep on
my computer...  (Laptops in bed is not a good idea...)

Anyhow, I'll probably add in the final two lemon scenes tonight ;)