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El Hazard: Makoto's Harem
An El Hazard Lemon
by Key

Mature Audiences only.


Chapter 2

    Makoto sighed as he sat on the edge of the balcony,  "Thanks
Alielle, I didn't know that the Princess had us all drugged." 
Finally relieved, the mess that was the past two days had finally
been resolved with minimal fuss and problem.

    "Don't mention it," said the girl as she dropped the empty
serum bottle on the ground.  "I'm willing to do anything for
Fatora's love."

    There was a silence as Makoto didn't know what to say.  He
decided to rely on mind chatter.  "I hope Fatora won't do
anything bad to me, considering...  Well..."  Makoto swallowed
hard and closed his eyes trying to forget that incident.

    Alielle smiled, as everything truly seemed to be back in
order.  "Well, how about this?  I'll make sure Fatora won't get
on you."  Makoto nodded, and was about to say something, when a
cool breeze of air wafted past.

    Suddenly, he felt a tingling, the tight tension of
anticipation.  It was like there was an invisible hand massaging
him, beckoning to him.  Alielle shook Makoto's hand in an attempt
to get his attention.  "Makoto, what's wrong?"

    He didn't pay attention to him, and he walked slowly, as if
trying to stalk something.  Interested, the little girl followed
Makoto as he walked.  He walked through the hall, downstairs,
outside, into another tower, as if following a trail that would
rival those in Family Circle comics.

    He even walked past Fatora, who seemed quite shocked. 
"Alielle!  Makoto?"  she said, distracted from chasing Shayla
Shayla, who used the opportunity to break free.  Alielle took the
opportunity to leap into Fatora's arms.

    "Fatora!  It's so good that you're back to normal," she
giggled as her eager, sex-starved hands started roaming over the
princess's body.  A day without sex for Alielle was like a week
in a desert without water.

    Strangely enough, Makoto didn't even acknowledge Fatora's
presence.  He continued walking, as if being led by some
invisible chain.  Up the giant spiralling stairs he walked, up,
and upwards he traveled until he found what he was looking for.

* * *

    The door slammed open and swung shut, surprising Afura who
had decided to go to sleep early.  Standing in the doorway, his
face illuminated by the moonlight was none other than Makoto
Mizuhara, his face flushed red as he stared at her.

    "Makoto, what are you doing here?  I'm sort of trying..." 
Makoto, in his drug induced love for Afura, cut her off.  He
crawled onto her bed.

    "I want you," Makoto said, surprised that he was capable of
saying such unreasonable words.  He didn't care that in a span of
a few hours, his mind had been thinking of Fatora to Afura Mann. 
There was no doubt in his mind that she was definitely more sexy. 
Of course, he didn't know that both had been drugged.

    Afura blushed at the thought.  But something just seemed out
of place here.  She'd never think Makoto was capable of such
talk.  "Ok Makoto, I know that you have been confused these past
few days and are trying to find some way to..."  As she spoke,
Makoto crawled towards her and broke her off with a kiss.

    She was confused.  "Makoto, I think that perhaps you should
leave."

    "I don't want to leave."  She felt the covers open and Makoto
slid into bed next to her.  Unlike Fatora, the drug seemed to
have a mellower effect on Makoto, as he wasn't into the sex
thing.  Just the mere touch of Afura was good enough to make him
happy.

    "Well, what about Shayla?  Nanami?  Your girlfriends?"  Afura
knew that both Shayla and Nanami had a strong influence on
Makoto.  When ever the two of them got into a fight, he always
felt obligated to break it up.

    Afura felt Makoto kiss her repetitively on her lips, her
chin, cheeks, her nose.  In between his kisses, he spoke a word. 
"What about Shayla and Nanami?  Compared to you, they are
nobodies."

    Watching a normally reserved person turn to a charmer in a
few hours made Afura suspicious.  She pushed Makoto away.  "Just
leave.  You're not acting normal, or even properly."

    And just to frustrate her, Makoto returned and started
kissing her again.  "Well, I don't want to leave you."

    Afura sat up and gave Makoto a last chance.  "You'd better
leave or I'm going to kick you out."  Makoto seemed hurt, and he
did as he was told.  Walking to the door, he opened it, allowing
sounds of a man and woman enjoying each other to come in.

    Makoto shouted among the sounds of screaming, just to be
heard.  "I'll leave, but I haven't given up, I won't give up on
the most beautiful girl I've seen!"  Without further delay, he
disappeared, closing the door behind him.

    Afura sighed and settled into her bed again, trying not to
hear Miz and Fujisawa practicing for their wedding night.

* * *

    Afura Mann sat at breakfast, keeping news of her incident
with Makoto silent.  She tried to eat quietly, but as soon as she
noticed that Makoto had been staring at her, she felt nervous. 
It wasn't that she didn't like the idea of having a person so
obsessed over her.  

    It was quite the contrary, Afura for once liked to have
someone interested in her, and not Shayla Shayla.  Her mind
thought to the strange dialogue last night in which Makoto
revealed that he preferred her over the beautiful, drop-dead,
red-head.

    Hearing such a statement had done much to boost Afura's
pride, but at the same time, she found herself doubting Makoto,
thinking that he was playing some sort of joke on her.

    But this morning, judging the way he would look at her, it
was no joke at all.  Afura tried to calm herself with idle chat. 
"It's nice weather today?  What do you think?"

    No one else answered as they were too busy dozing off.  "I
think it looks great today,"  Makoto answered as he wiped his
lips and placed the napkin on the table.  Afura prayed that she
could get some response from the others, but there was no luck.

    Miz and Fujisawa were face down in the food sleeping. 
Fatora, Alielle, Nanami, and Shayla-Shayla were out jogging. 
Princess Rune wasn't here at all.  In short, the only other
person capable of paying attention to her was Makoto.

    Makoto stood up, walked around the table, and offered a hand
to her, as if to help her up.  "Shall we do something to pass the
time?"

    Afura sighed as she decided to agree.  Besides, there was
nothing else better to do.

* * *

    Afura sat next to Makoto in the elaborate garden.  He did
somewhat seemed to match her, not willing to overreact to the
littlest things, and taking pleasure in simple things.  She felt
lips press into her neck.

    "Makoto!  What are you doing?"  Afura asked, deciding to let
him go.  Makoto didn't respond, instead nuzzling her neck.  She
had half a mind to let him continue.

    "Afura," whispered Makoto as he moved from her neck to her
lips, both of them lying down on the bench.

* * *

    Fatora was perplexed.  She could remember what had happened
with Makoto when she had been under the influence, and she didn't
know what to think.  "Was it not strange when I was obsessed with
Makoto?  He spent the entire time running away from me."

    "Well, at least you are cured."  Fatora shrugged her
shoulders, and the two of them continued walking, trying hard to
block out the indecent noises coming from a room they just
passed.

    "AHhhhh!  Miz!  Not too tight!" gasped a man, who was quite
possibly beginning to feel a little sore.

    Fatora sighed, as her face twisting up in disgust.  "How
gross."

    Alielle nodded her head.  "You said it.  Those two must be
permanently attached down there.  In the afternoon?"  The two of
them had been used to the loud noises at night, but having to
listen to them during the day was too much.

* * *

    As the twosome walked away, the sounds of Miz and Fujisawa in
their blissful activities gradually faded into the background,
and the sounds of two others grew louder and louder.  Stumbling
into the garden at the top of the tower, Fatora and Alielle
carefully padded in to get a better glimpse.

    Zig-zagging, using plants and statues as cover, the two
slowly approached on the source of the sound.  There was Makoto
and Afura, no where near the naked stage, but already making
enough noises to scare the dead.

    Fatora and Alielle stood there, their heads protruding far
enough from the statue to catch a glimpse of the strangest sight. 
"He'd never think about Afura like that..."  Her voice dropped
off slightly, amazed how anyone could get that interested in such
innocent play.

    Alielle silently cheered.  "Way to go Makoto," she whispered
to Fatora.  "Now we can just get out of here and..."

    "Makoto!  You're touching...  It feels so good..." Afura
moaned out, causing Fatora and Alielle to watch closely.  Makoto
had his hand on her mound, which could be seen through her thin
outfit.  He gently caressed her. (1)

    Fatora shook her head as nothing seemed to be adding up. 
"Makoto would never..."  She was interrupted by someone tugging
on her arm.

    "Let's leave them alone," Alielle giggled.

    "And what if Shayla and Nanami saw this, this tower would be
totally wrecked."  Alielle didn't know why Fatora all of the
sudden decided to concern herself on such minor details.  Before,
she wouldn't have cared if the Great Hall collapsed or a part of
the castle was ruined.

    There was a tone of indifference.  "So what?  Nanami and
Shayla wouldn't go that far.  And anyhow, they would never dare
do anything."  Alielle was staring at Fatora as if something was
strange.  "Besides, you normally wouldn't care about this,
right?"

    "Normally, yes, I wouldn't care at all..."  Fatora said. 
"But I don't know.  I think it wouldn't be right to..."  Alielle
sighed and brushed some hair that had fallen back into perfect
place.

    "Wait here."

* * *

    Afura felt herself feeling excited when a little but loud
annoying voice made Makoto and her sit up straight, pretending
that nothing had happened.  "Oh Sister Afura!  Sister Afura,
where are you?  Alielle wants to talk to you!"

    The sight of the overly cheerful girl prancing over was
enough to make Afura slightly worried.  Alielle skillfully
plunked down between Afura and Makoto, not wasting any time and
burying her face into Afura's bust.  "Sister Afura, can you play
with me?" she asked as innocently as ever.

    The thought of Alielle's idea of playing was enough to give
Afura the chills.  "No thanks, I have something important to do
with Makoto"

    "But, I want to play!" Alielle grabbed Afura's hand.  "Makoto
can wait."

    Makoto was quite emphatic.  "No, I can't wait.  Alielle,
please leave us alone?  We were discussing something important."

    Ignoring Makoto's attempts, Alielle decided to use Afura's
interest in Makoto to her own advantage.  "Can I play with you
Makoto?"  She placed her hand on Makoto's thigh, making Afura
suddenly suspicious.

    "Ah, Alielle, I think that you're right.  We can play now." 
Afura picked up Alielle and walked away, trying to separate
Makoto from the overly friendly girl.

    The two left the garden.  Fatora shook her head, she had to
thank Alielle later.  Without delay, she walked over and settled
down next to Makoto.  "Hi Makoto"

    Makoto twitched as if he was interrupted from thoughts.  "Oh,
it's you Fatora."

    "And who were you expecting?" asked Fatora.

    "Afura."  Makoto's voice suddenly had that wistful, desire. 
In Fatora's opinion, he was definitely sick.  "I love Afura,"
Makoto said.

    Just hearing that name was enough to make the princess quite
jealous.  "But I'm more beautiful than her!"  Makoto shrugged his
shoulders as he leaned back and resumed his daydreaming.

    Fatora grumbled for a bit, unhappy with the way the situation
was unfolding.  Then she decided to at least demonstrate Makoto
how much she was willing to go for him.  Without delay, Fatora
leaned forwards and bent down, getting close to Makoto.

    Makoto didn't notice anything at all, until he began to feel
peculiar, as if his whole body started to rush faster and faster. 
Then in one instant his body came to a crashing stop, and he let
out a quite moan.  He opened his eyes, hoping that it was Afura.

    He couldn't have guessed more wrong, instead, it was Fatora
who had given him that oral stimulation.  Makoto's jaw dropped,
as he still did have his sensibilities, despite the action of the
serum on him.  Fatora thought it was an invitation for a kiss,
and coughing a few times and clearing her throat of the awful
taste, she kissed him. (2)

* * *

    Makoto didn't quite take it well.  And Shayla and Nanami, who
had watched the whole thing, didn't like it either.  They walked
up, and impulsively pulled Fatora off.  It was then, they caught
a glimpse of Makoto, revealed.

    The response was expected.  Shayla's mouth dropped open, and
Nanami blushed intensely, turning her head away.  "She was
sucking that, and that made him feel good?"  Shayla asked, almost
incredulous.  Of course, the problem with being a priestess stuck
in the middle of the mountains with very little contact with
others, was that many things like sex never get learned.  Fatora
wisely sneaked off.

    Even Nanami wasn't that stupid.  It was the beauty of sex
education in high school, which Shayla totally lacked.  "Don't
tell me you don't know anything about sex!  God, you're probably
as twice as dumb as you look."   Makoto carefully pulled his
pants up.

    "Oh yeah?  You're calling me dumb now!  Girl, I'm going to
pound you into the ground."  Shayla raised her fists, as if ready
to give Nanami a knock out blow.  Makoto stood up and walked
away.

    "I'd like to see you try."  Nanami balled her hands into two
fists.  "I'm willing to bet Makoto wouldn't like a violent girl
like you.  Always blowing things up."  Shayla turned flush and
she looked around.  Makoto was strangely absent.

    "He's gone!" the redhaired priestess exclaimed.

    Nanami was so intent in making the ultimate insult that she
didn't quite react as soon as possible.  After a slight delay,
she turned her head around, trying to verify Shayla.  "Where did
he go?"

* * *

    It was a hard task, but Afura finally got Alielle to get
away.  Finally, getting some peace, decided that perhaps she
needed a nap.  Alielle had that special ability to wear people
out.  Opening the door, Afura quietly walked into the room,
thinking.

    She thought about Makoto and his sudden aggressive behavior
towards her.  Granted it felt good, but there was still a tiny
voice in the back of her mind that made her wonder.  Yawning
loudly, she took off her clothes and slid into bed, when she
bumped against something.

    Hurriedly pulling the covers off, she saw Makoto, in her bed,
with a smile on his face.  "I guess I finally found you," Makoto
said, as he pulled her in.

* * *

    Alielle stared at the traces of white that were on Fatora's
lips.  "You did what!?" she asked, her face quite distressed.

    "I sort of well, sucked his thing," Fatora said, embarrassed. 
Alielle didn't know what to think.  Her entire relationship with
Fatora had been "You pleasure the princess first, and then she'll
take care of your needs."  Fatora must truly like Makoto if she
was willing to go that far.

    Alielle sighed.  "So you love him that much."

    "What do you mean?" asked Fatora, as she glanced at her
lover.  She felt that Alielle was becoming slightly jealous.

    "I mean if you think about it, he's probably with Afura right
now, making that bed squeak," Alielle said.  "I mean, after what
you did to him, I wouldn't be surprised he isn't interested in
you at all."

    Fatora sat up.  "Makoto would never do that..."  she
stuttered as she tried to banish the thought of Makoto and Afura,
in bed, moving against each other in a rather erotic way.  She
furiously thought to herself, 'Makoto isn't like that.  Makoto
isn't like that.'

    "Oh Makoto, Makoto..." moaned Afura as he teased her.  His
lips were locked onto her nipple.  His hand carefully carressed
the her body, bringing her to higher and higher levels of sexual
release.

    Alielle thought otherwise.  "You did see the way he touched
Afura in the garden.  He's lost all his inhibitions I tell you. 
Remember last time he was there?  He just sat there, doodling
away, trying not to make himself seen."

    Fatora felt like falling apart.  Alielle continued, brushing
close to Fatora.  "But I've never left you at all, Fatora.  I've
never cheated on you..."

    "How about the time when I was captured by the Phantom Tribe. 
According to Shayla, you were practically crawling over her and
Nanami."  Fatora mentioned.  Alielle cleared her throat as she
furiously thought of a reason.

    "Well, I wasn't really in love with them...  Think of what I
was doing like an elaborate form of masturbation?"  Alielle said
her voice tentative and filled with tension.

    "I hope Makoto is doing anything now."  Fatora seemed
worried.

    Afura grabbed Makoto, as his endless touching of her was
driving her crazy.  She wanted release, she wanted to share with
Makoto.  She was definitely sure she wanted sex now.

    Makoto's clothing seemingly disappeared as well as hers in
moments.  Afura leaned forwards and breathed on Makoto's member,
she sucked it, licked it, making it harder than ever.  Satisfied
that her efforts resulted in a nice response, she laid back,
spread her legs, and waited.

* * *

    



Questions:
Um, how do you think about Afura?

Notes

Not finished with the chapter yet, but I thought might as well post the
goddamn thing


That's all folks...