Enough people have asked that I actually "finish" this lemon fic, and I
must say... Wow, you people must dig this stuff...
Anyhow, most of chapter 1 is composed of the teaser, so read the intro
very carefully if you do not want to end up rereading old material...
El Hazard: Makoto's Harem
An El Hazard Lemon based on a short teaser
by Key
Mature Audiences only.
For those who have read this teaser before, jump down to
*NEW SECTION* Love that Whereis query in Pine...
Chapter 1
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 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 she 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.
Feeling one vigorous pull, Fatora unwillingly slid 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. Fatora squealed slightly as she sank slowly
onto Makoto.
Alielle realized what she had done, and she immediately
became embarrassed. "Oh well, might as well make the best of
it." She pushed Fatora on the shoulders, making her take all of
Makoto's length into her.
Makoto was sick as he realized how excited he was, seeing
Fatora settle down onto his chest. Perhaps he just realized that
the princess was beautiful in her own right. Of course, her
attitude remained her most annoying part.
But attitude right now made little difference as instinct
took over, and the two of them started a rhythm going. Alielle
watched entranced as Fatora found herself enjoying it more and
more. Her long tresses of hair rippling down her body as she
jerked back and forth.
Makoto on the other hand couldn't enjoy his situation as
well, since he was still strung up on the bed. But it was still
felt good enough that he could ignore the fact that the rope was
rubbing his wrists like crazy.
After some coaxing on Fatora's part, Makoto could feel
himself lose control and he jetted his seed into her. Fatora let
out a sigh of satisfaction as her tired, hot body crashed
forwards onto Makoto's chest.
She had never known how good sex was, and considering
Makoto's performance, she knew that she wanted more. But not
right now. Right now, she had orgasmed for the third time and
she was feeling a little tired right now. Without any complaint,
she grabbed Alielle, and the two of them fell asleep right there.
* * *
"Fatora?" Fatora groaned as she felt something push against
her. "Fatora, could you please untie me? I'm just so thirsty."
Fatora grumbled as she realized that whatever she was sleeping on
was moving.
Her eyes snapped open and she saw herself. No, she saw
Makoto, still struggling against his bonds. Fatora sighed as
Alielle groaned in her sleep. "Ok, but be quick about it."
Fatora quickly untied Makoto's arms and legs, letting his grab
his clothing and hurry out of the room.
Alielle opened her eyes. "You know, he isn't going to be
back at all." Then she seemed downcast. "And I was hoping for
some fun later."
Fatora grimaced as soon as she saw the reasoning behind
Alielle. "He'd better be back, because I want..."
"You want him?" Alielle sat up surprised. She had always
thought that Fatora would be hers forever.
"No, I still love you Alielle," Fatora smiled as she stroked
her girlfriend's face. "It's just that when we both make love,
it doesn't feel the same as it did when Makoto and I..."
Alielle seemed confused, but she couldn't deny Fatora. In
fact, sex with Makoto had been a lot more pleasureable than sex
with Fatora. It was just that she was hoping Fatora would leave
him with her. "So you like him?"
"Well in a way... But you really can't say that, because I
don't like guys." Alielle thought to herself, 'Fatora confused
over something... This is truly strange... Can a simple action
just change her?'
* * *
Makoto on the other hand was having different thoughts.
Guilt-stricken and scared, he hurried as fast as he could trying
to seek help, to seek guidance. He ran silently towards the only
person who could quite help him, Masamichi Fujisawa.
As he approached the room, he could hear the sounds of
passionate crying and groaning, accentuated with the sounds of a
creaking bed.
"Oh Fuji! Fujjjjiiiiii!" cried out some deliriously happy
woman.
"Oh Miz!" cried out an equally deliriously happy man.
Evidently, the Muldoon priestess had decided to return early to
the palace.
Makoto screamed, having acquired a fear of such carnal
activities, thanks to Fatora.
Any how back at Fatora's chambers, the princess wasn't quite
happy at all. Makoto hadn't returned yet. She had suspected
that he had flown the coop. "Oh great, he's not coming back,"
grumbled Fatora as her little nap only served to intensify her
sex drive. "I won't be able to sleep at all!"
In her mind she constantly thought of Makoto's tongue, his
lips, and his penis. He definitely was born to use them to full
effect.
Alielle sat nervously as well. Her nap as well resulted in
an unsatiated urge for more. Grinding her legs tightly together,
she decided to make best with what was available, and she grabbed
Fatora. "If I can't have the best, might as well accept second
best."
The two girls agreed as they kissed.
* * *
Fujisawa pounded on the door, surprised that he hadn't bashed
in the door yet. But he did notice that his strength was often
depleted with an increase in sexual activity. "Makoto! It's
noon! You'd better get out of bed right now!"
There was a hoarse cry from within the room. "I don't want
to leave! You can't make me!" Makoto's voice trembled as if he
was in fear of someone, or something.
Fujisawa grumbled as he pounded on the door again. He
muttered to himself. "Mental note, never have sex with Miz the
day before Makoto decides to freak out and get paranoid."
The pounding on the door served Makoto to hide even deeper
under the sheets. The voices, the harshness were a cruel
reminder of Fatora the previous night. It was obvious that he
didn't get any sleep at all, his eyes all red, his pale demeanor,
his uncoordinated thoughts.
* * *
Alielle let out a groan as she felt the orgasm seize her yet
again. Ever since Makoto hadn't return, she and Fatora had been
making out like crazy. Strangely enough, even during sex, Fatora
seemed to be obsessing over Makoto.
"Damn, if Makoto was here, I'd..." Fatora muttered as she
felt the orgasm hit her again. She wasn't quite sure home many
times she had come that night, but she was sure it was a lot.
For one thing, she had lost count after 13.
Alielle on the other hand wasn't feeling as comfortable. She
was sore from being teased so much, she was so tired, and she
felt slightly sick of sex. She, unlike Fatora, hadn't lost
count. She sat up, her lungs heaving away. "Fatora, you seem a
little more energetic than usual. What happened?"
Fatora laid back, finally satiated. "I don't know, after
dinner, I just felt like I needed some." She sighed and rolled
to the side, facing away from Alielle. "And for the whole night,
I constantly craved sex. But now, I don't want anymore."
Alielle didn't seem surprised, as she knew Fatora all too
well. When the princess obsessed over something, she would keep
on doing it until a sickening level. Alielle felt that last
night definitely was sickening.
"And now from all this experience, I've just realized
something." Fatora of all people seemed confused at this moment.
"What?" Alielle just hated it when her girlfriend spoke in
such a non-continuous way.
"I want Makoto." Silence enveloped the two.
* * *
The Princess Rune serenely walked to the door, which Fujisawa
hadn't left. In fact, he was continuously pounding away at the
door since morning, like a mad man. "Makoto! You lazy good for
nothing student! Wake up now!" the frustrated teacher shouted.
"Excuse me, but let me try," spoke the Princess Rune. She
calmly knocked on the door, a contrast from the pounding.
"Makoto, please let me into the room. Are you feeling
uncomfortable? We can talk..." In that instant, the door
clicked open, and Makoto pulled the Princess into the room.
Before Fujisawa could jam his foot in the doorway, it had
been closed and locked.
Princess Rune sat on the edge of the bed, looking sympathetic
at Makoto, who was totally broken. "Makoto, what's wrong?" To
comfort him, she settled closer to him, and squeezed his
shoulders to offer some assurance. It worked, and Makoto opened
up.
Out of Makoto flooded his horrible experiences the night
before. How Fatora had subdued him, how Alielle had stumbled in
on him, how Fatora tried to put him to submission but turned to
sex. His account had reduced him back to sobbing as he tried to
wash the unhappy memories from his head.
Princess Rune smiled reassuringly the whole time. As she
heard what Makoto said, her smile widened further a little. Her
plan to get Fatora stuck with Makoto was working. Now she didn't
have to worry about Fatora giving the Royal House a bad name.
That was when she realized that her hand was resting on Makoto's
lap, slowly worming its way back.
Her eyes opened wide as she realized... she realized... She
realized that at that moment, Makoto was the sexiest man she had
ever seen. Her last rational thoughts were about her confounded
foreign cook who probably messed up her instructions. 'Damn
illegal alien,' she thought.
"Oh, Makoto," she spoke, her voice suddenly becoming smooth
as molasses and sexy. "Don't worry, just cry it off." She
grabbed the poor boy, and pressed him against her bosom. He
continued to cry.
"Don't worry Makoto, I'll keep my sister away from you. Just
hold still a bit, and I'll make you feel better."
Fujisawa turned away from the door, his hand sore. He sure
hoped that the Princess knew what she was doing, because he had
noticed that recently, Makoto had been working a tad too hard.
He was just worried that his favorite pupil had been over working
as usual.
A blood curdling scream could be heard followed by the sounds
of laughter and moaning.
* * *
*NEW SECTION*
Fatora stood in front of Makoto's room, her hand searching
through a bundle of keys. She searched as hard as she could, her
hand digging through the mess when she finally found the right
key. Taking it, she opened the lock and walked in.
She found Makoto lying in bed, curled up in a tight ball.
She settled next to him. "Makoto, what happened?" Her heart
stopped as Makoto practically screamed and recoiled away from
her.
"Stay away you girl!" he shouted as he edged away from her.
"You've already caused me so much pain!" he cried.
Fatora normally wouldn't have cared, but now she was
caring... a lot. "But Makoto?"
"Yes, Fatora, you heard him. You're going to stay away from
him." It was none other than her sister, Rune Venus. She walked
in from the balcony, her light, almost transparent gown tossing
in the wind. It was obvious what had happened.
Fatora' mouth dropped, and she decided to put in some girl-
power. "What are you going to do about it?"
Princess Rune's mouth twisted into a smile. "Well, I've
asked the guards to remove you from this room." The door creaked
open, and Fatora felt two men grab her by the arms and drag her
out of the room.
She watched Makoto twitch as soon as he saw Rune. He didn't
seem too confortable. As the doors closed, she watched Rune
carefully sit on the bed and crawl closer to Makoto.
* * *
Fatora tore a pillow into two, her face easily betraying her
anger. "Damn her! Why, I'd kill her..." Fatora grumbled,
clenching her fists. Just the thought of her sister and Makoto
was enough for vaporize her blood.
Alielle smirked as she dangled her legs over the edge of the
bed, slightly jealous of all the attention Fatora seemed to be
giving to Makoto. "Well you do have to admit, your sister is a
lot more beautiful that you."
Fatora glanced over at Alielle, her face beginning to get a
little teary at the thought, her own best friend betraying her
for her sister. It was a big conspiracy against her. "Everyone
doesn't understand me," she cried out as she slumped onto her
bed.
"Don't cry, maybe you weren't aggressive enough," said
Alielle as she sat next to Fatora and patted her back.
Fatora sniffed. "Not enough? And I showed him the ropes,
blindfolds, the whole bit. I tied him down, and even..." She
was pretty sure she had made a good effort to be aggressive.
Alielle rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean that kind of
aggressive. I mean do what I do. I like to pamper those who I
love." And as if to accentuate her point, she hugged Fatora and
sighed contently.
Fatora stood up, causing Alielle to fall onto the bed.
"You're right! You're the greatest!" Without delay, the
princess was out of the room. Alielle didn't share her
enthusiasm.
* * *
Alielle felt unreasonable. She knew that Makoto was a rather
nice person, but at the same time, she wanted to assert to him
that Fatora was hers, and not his. She barged into his room, as
it was fortunate that Fatora left her master key lying around.
Makoto recoiled as soon as he saw Alielle. Right now, he
wasn't in the right frame of mind, and he started to laugh, as he
edged away. "No you won't get me. No you won't get me," he
whispered over and over again.
Alielle stood, her hands on her hips. It was totally obvious
that Makoto was suffering from a bout of sleep deprivation. His
eyes were totally red, his sexy face was pale. Alielle stopped
herself as she backtracked a little. 'Sexy face? What am I
thinking?"
She gave Makoto yet another look, and true to form, he did
seem quite a bit sexy, quivering like a rabid animal in bed.
Alielle thought to herself, suddenly cautious about this weird
turn of events. 'Why am I becoming attracted?' she asked
silently. Not willing to see what happened, she left the room in
a hurry.
"Something is strange here, and I'm going to get to the
bottom of this."
* * *
Dinner time was filled with tension. Makoto sat down at the
table, carefully making sure there was at least a foot between
him and Shayla-Shayla as well as Nanami. Alielle, despite the
growing resentment she felt for Makoto, couldn't help but feel a
little sympathy for him.
"Makoto, I have some business to settle with you after
dinner," said Princess Rune as she delicately sliced some food.
"I would most appreciate your presence in my chambers." Makoto
started to choke on his found, and in that instant, Shayla and
Nanami both hit his back to clear his windpipe.
Everyone waited for his response. "Well, I'm sure Makoto
would love to, but he's sort of agreed to come with me to the
city tonight." Everyone stared at Fatora, surprised that she
would actually be eager to be with Makoto. Before, she was
rather indifferent to Makoto's presence.
Nanami looked around strangely, seeing such tension between
Makoto, Princess Rune, and Princess Fatora. "Well, Makoto what
is exactly happening?"
"Nothing at all!" stammered Makoto as he grabbed a cup and
drank. However, his nerves were so frayed that he dropped the
cup and started gasping for air.
Alielle stood up, and decided to separate Makoto from Fatora.
"Well, I promised that I'd give Makoto a tour of the countryside,
so I think it was about time we left." She walked over and
grabbed Makoto by the arm.
Princess Rune stood up, objecting. "But Alielle, it'll
ruin..."
Fatora cut her older sister off, a wry smile on her face.
"Don't worry Rune, I'm sure we have some important business to
conclude. I think it's ok that Alielle and Makoto go." No one
could miss the evil glares that the two princesses exchanged.
* * *
Sometime later, the two princesses decided to hold a little
meeting in Rune's chambers. Fatora, driven by love, was quite
aggressive.
Princess Fatora pushed her sister back. "You know Rune, I'd
never think you'd stoop that low to get at me!" She paced the
floor nervously. "You know that I love Makoto, and the first
opportunity you have, you try to separate us!"
Rune sat down calmly in her chair. "And what about Alielle?
I thought you were having an affair with her. Why the sudden
change? If you were so in love with Makoto, then why didn't you
claim him earlier?"
Fatora burned as her older sister had a completely valid
point. She didn't know why all of the sudden she had such strong
feelings for a person she had viewed as weak. "I don't know, but
I've never been so sure of something in my life. I know that I
love him."
Princess Rune smiled as she stretched like a cat. "Is that
so? I know why you love him so much."
Fatora was stunned. "What do you mean?"
Princess Rune smiled deeply, "Why, the reason you love him is
because of a simple drug. You were drugged in such a way so that
you would become strongly susceptible to pheromones. Makoto was
drugged so that his body would become a giant pheromone factory."
She sighed as she stared at the ceiling. "Of course, this
means that Makoto would be appear to be a charming prince to any
woman, but you. You would be willing to die for him." Fatora
felt her fists start trembling as she didn't like what she heard.
She knew that she loved Makoto, yet to learn that the reason
behind her feelings was a simple chemical.
It was infuriating. "What about you?" Fatora asked through
clenched teeth. "Why are you suddenly interested in him?" There
was a pause as Rune tried to answer.
"Well, Makoto is cute, and I thought it was time I tried
someone younger." Princess Rune laughed as she leaned her head
back. "It doesn't matter, anyhow. The drug that I administered
to Makoto and myself should make him infinitely attracted to me."
Princess Fatora felt her heart crumble.
* * *
Contrary to the Princess belief, her foreign cook had messed
up again, administering the two drugs to two different people.
It would turn out later that Miz Mishtal and Masamichi Fujisawa
would experience the most earth-shaking, gut-wrenching,
passionate sex that night.
* * *
Fatora walked into her room, her shoulders slumped low. To
her, everything now was nothing more than a lie, her interest in
Makoto was nothing more than an after effect of a drug. Alielle
was waiting in bed as usual.
"So how was your night out with HIM?" Fatora asked, throwing
herself into bed without thinking about her clothes.
Alielle sighed. "And what got you so testy? Nothing
happened, except I'm thinking Makoto is getting used to me."
"Used to you?" Alielle could detect a slight tone of danger
in Fatora's voice.
"Well, considering what you did to him the other night, and
what Princess Rune did to him, I'm surprised that he even allowed
me to tag along. He's very confused right now and vulnerable,
you know?" Alielle sighed as she laid back in bed. She,
although viewing him as competition for Fatora's love, was
totally sympathetic for him.
Fatora looked at Alielle. "My fault?"
Alielle rolled her eyes. "You practically raped him? He is
now like distrustful to all women. Right now, I think he'll only
trust me, Nanami, Shayla-Shayla, and definitely Afura Mann."
Fatora glanced at Alielle. "But you made love to him as
well! Don't think you're off the hook." Fatora sighed. "Oh, I
wish I never took that drug..." Alielle sat up in bed,
completely puzzled.
"What drug? Don't tell me, Rune was trying to make you more
respectable? Rune wanted you to get hitched with a guy, instead
of me..." Alielle for once had her loving mind filled with
distaste.
Fatora stammered. "It was a something that played with our
pheromones or something. It was supposed to make me hopelessly
in love with Makoto. And now she gave him a different drug that
will make him fall in love with her."
Alielle thought. What she didn't understand was why Princess
Rune was so interested in Makoto, considering she usually only
had an eye for foreign princes. Unless of course... Alielle sat
up. "Fatora, don't you think that Rune accidently dosed herself
with the drug she gave you?"
Fatora opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by the
sounds of a man and woman making intense love, their sounds
echoing throughout the palace.
"Oh Masamichi! I... I can't hold it in anymore!" cried a
woman who screamed as every part of her body tingled in that
special way. "Oh Oh! OHHhhhh! Six times! You ANIMAL!"
* * *
The next morning was rather strange. Alielle, for the first
time, found Fatora moaning Makoto's name over and over again in
her sleep. Fujisawa and Miz didn't come for breakfast, and
knocking on their locked bedroom door had no response other than
the sound of bed springs creaking.
Alielle was much different as well. She had a mission, and
she walked calmly into the library. "Dr. Stalubaugh? Dr.
Stalubaugh? I have a question."
The old man hissed at her. "I'm doing work, hush! Actually
please leave, I don't want to risk any more books." The last
time Alielle was in the library, there was hell. She managed to
damage a few books.
Alielle stomped hard. "You don't understand! Fatora and
Rune have a problem!" Dr. Stalubaugh seemed nervous as Alielle
seemed ready to throw a rare tantrum.
He waved his hands. "Ok! Ok! What's your problem?"
Alielle immediately calmed down. "Fatora and Rune were
drugged by this pheramone, pheromon, oh never mind. By this drug
that makes them fall in love with Makoto."
Dr. Stalubaugh filled in for Alielle. "Pheromone." He
tugged on his beard. He repeated that word for a bit as he
pulled his beard in an attempt to remember something. Then he
snapped his finger. "Of course! I remember now. The Princess
was interested in a little experiment I had conducted..."
Alielle wasn't interested in the specifics of the experiment.
In fact, she was almost ready to take a nap. "Never mind about
the experiment. Do you have a cure?"
The doctor jolted from his thoughts. "Cure, of course.
There is a serum that needs to be administered to the princesses.
I believe it's in my lab bench, top drawer, third row."
"How about Makoto?" asked the girl. "He is a bit affected
right now."
Stalubaugh snapped his fingers. "Of course, Makoto had to
take the other compound in order for Fatora to be affected.
Well, the same serum should be able to cure him. Just sneak some
into their food, and the mix up should be over."
* * *
The dinner time would prove to be a revolution, a time for
seeking clarity as Alielle was a lot more reliable than the
confounded foreign cook. She didn't mess up the formulas and
made sure that Princess Rune, Princess Fatora, and Makoto got a
fair amount of the dose.
However, Princess Rune, while in her drug-induced love, had
had the cook again play Russian roulette by attempting to load
Makoto's dish and hers with the drug. Alielle had drugged
Makoto's drink, and as the day was hot, he drank it down in one
glup, neutralizing his pheromone production capability.
But his dish contained the pheromone-attract mix, designed to
Makoto susceptible to any female pheromones. And a random person
in the room had the other mixture. It wouldn't be apparent until
later as the drug started their magic on the two.
Questions:
Who will be the significant other? I had a sick idea of Mr.
Fujisawa. But then again, I'm sure Captain Jack would hate that.
:P
And shall I terminate what Fatora feels for Makoto? I don't know
about this. But it would be "funny" if Fatora becomes bisexual
just for Makoto. And then again, it has been a secret dream of
mine that Fatora gets hitched with Makoto. I think she's one of
the sexy girls in El Hazard... But then again, all of the girls
in El Hazard are sexy, even Queen Diva...
I'm beginning to tone down the lemon in this story, preferring to
make this into a tale of artificially induced, misplaced love.
What do you think? Of course, that doesn't mean I no longer will
put in lemon bits through out the story. I'm just cutting out
most of the sex scenes.
Notes
I finally got the time to think of a plot that should offer
longer story time instead of a short 14 page document. I'm
hoping to push this one at least to 60.
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?)
Next version:
Minor mistakes. A couple stupid errors, nothing major changed.
Hey! I suck at English and writing, don't ask me to proofread
properly. :P
Fanfic rename as I suddenly realized such an evil plot to make
this story bad... Was Makoto's Mistress. Now, it's Makoto's
Harem. (or Ataru Moroboshi's Dream Coming to Fruition for Someone
Else.) I'm B-b-bbad! I'm B-b-bbad!
That's all folks...