Makoto's Harem...
An exercise in inane sex...
by Key

Mature audiences only.  No other weird stuff... If you get castrated for
reading this and made to become a castrato in an all-boys choir, it is your
own fault, not mine.

Chapter 3

    Makoto blinked as he rubbed his eyes, his gaze settling on
the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.  

    "So how's the head?  I never knew that a head hitting a table
could make that much noise," his companion commented wryly. 
Makoto felt thoughts that he never truly experienced, desires
that seemed so contrary to his norm that he shivered slightly.

    He couldn't deny the feeling of excitement.  He nodded, his
muscles tense, trying to prevent a sly grin from surfacing on his
face.

    "Well, hopefully the entire day of rest helped you."  Makoto
sat up in his bed, staring around, the glimmer of sunlight
filtering in through the windows.  Indeed, he had been
unconscious for awhile.

    Absolute terror.  Those two words described Makoto as he
sought asylum in the library.  He had been constantly on edge
that entire afternoon thinking about her.  She, like a gemstone
that sparkled in that special way whenever he saw her, like a
magnet that drew in a piece of metal, had that magical way about
her that made him feel dizzy, almost lovesick with desire.

    He didn't like it.  No, he absolutely hated it.  Every time
he looked, such thoughts entered his mind, acts of depravity that
he would have never ever done, until now.

    Makoto Mizuhara was going to snap, soon.

    Unable to cope with his inability to confront her, he
comforted himself with other, base means.  With a soft sigh,
Makoto looked down at his wet hands, halfways stuck between being
disgusted with himself or amazed.

    Masturbation had never been an option for him.  He had never
had an urge so strong that he needed to relieve himself.  But
now, he was so filled with lust that he didn't hesitate to start
the cycle all over as he imagined, as he pretended that his hand
was really her, her body...

    A minor wave of ecstasy washed over him as a liberal amount
of jism splashed over his hand.  His dripping fingers paralysed
with numbness, his face flushed with guilt, cursed himself for
being of such weak mind, as well as ruining a perfectly good
tome.

* * *

    Fatora sighed as she peered through the tiny hole in the
wall, watching Makoto had definitely been a stimulating
experience.  Consumed with her love and desire, she failed to see
anything wrong with Makoto's rather new behavior.

    Alielle let out a sighed as she sat down on the barrel she
used to look through the peephole.  "Fatora, why just don't you
give him a little privacy...  Maybe he's thinking about..."

    Fatora grinned slightly as she watched Makoto carefully put
back the book with the soaked page.  "Me?  Of course he's
thinking of me!  I'm a Princess of Roshtaria, nothing else could
possibly compare to my beauty!"  It took a bit of effort for
Fatora to suppress the hearty laugh that was dying to come out.

    "I don't know.  Maybe he's thinking about..."  There was a
pause, as Alielle, her angelic face marred by a jealous scowl,
thought of someone.  "Maybe he's thinking about Nanami...  You
know how self conscious she is.  He'll never bed her until the
day they get married."

    A look of fear momentarily blinked through Fatora's otherwise
overconfident expression.  "Nanami?  And what gave you that idea? 
She couldn't possible compare to my beauty!"  Fatora glanced
downwards, her face turning from confident, to unsure, to the
pits.

    She absentmindedly cupped her breasts with her hands and
hefted them around a bit.  She had remembered brushing up against
Nanami once, and for a girl who was all prim and proper, she had
the body of a sexpot.  'Damn!  Her breasts are bigger!'

    "Fatora?"  Alielle asked, a trickle of drool slowly forming
at the corner of her mouth.

    But the Roshtarian princess didn't listen, her next move to
place her hands on her hips.  Immediately she winced as her hands
pressed against bone.  'And she's a lot fuller than me,' lamented
Fatora silently as she remembered Nanami's perfectly luscious
hips.

    Fury wasn't quite the right word to describe her reaction. 
Instead, she slumped down, not caring to watch anymore.  She was
depressed, crushed, defeated.

    In that brief moment, the princess seemed to have lost all
her energy, very distressing to Alielle to say the least, as
watching the princess feel herself, was a stimulating experience.

* * *

    Nervousness has a way of disorientating a man, confusing him
to the point that he does not know when the situation has
changed, his mind totally focused on one thing, the single object
that causes his pain.

    Makoto was that focused that he initially didn't notice it
when a certain person sat down next to him.

    "Makoto?"  He jerked when he heard that voice, his evidence
soaked hand thrust into some convenient hiding spot, smack dab
between his legs.  Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, his
companion didn't seem to notice, yet.

    His lips quivered as he did his best to cover himself up. 
The Gods must have been on his side as his shirt was more than
long enough to hide his embarrassing erection.  "Oh hi Nanami!" 
Strangely enough, his voice came out somewhat squeaky.

    Nanami eyed Makoto strangely.  "You haven't been making out
with Afura again?"  Makoto vigorously shook his head.

    "Then you haven't been doing anything bad?"   Makoto shook
his head vigorously again.  "Then why are you so worried?"  Soft
gentle hands kneeded his shoulders.  "You're extremely tense.  I
can feel it in your shoulders."

    Feeling Nanami's hands gentle squeeze and release him, Makoto
shivered slightly as he felt a certain part of his body spring
free from the shadows.  The expression on Nanami's face was quite
interesting to say the least.

    "Makoto!"  Fiercely gripping Makoto's neck and thrashing him
about, Nanami handled the situation in a rational way.  "You
pervert!  What were you doing here?  Who were you thinking
about?"

* * *

    "Pass the plate," ordered an irate Fatora as she had sought
to end her anxiety by stuffing herself.  Who knows, perhaps a
little fat on her was actually a good thing, as it would make her
look a bit fuller.

    Alielle was concerned as she handed the plate loaded with
greasy, heart attack inducing food to Fatora.  "Now Fatora, you
know how bad it is to be eating this stuff..." the girl started.

    Neither had a chance to continue as an irate Nanami, who was
carefully wiping her hands clean, barged into the kitchen.  "And
why did he have to touch my hands!  Ugh, I can't even wipe this
stuff completely off!"

    Alielle looked up at Nanami with interest.  "So what
happened?"  Looking eagerly at Nanami in a way that made the
older girl cautious.

    She merely snapped back.  "Nothing happened!"  With that tone
of voice, there was no mistaking it.  Something had happened,
something big.

    A smile surfaced on Alielle's face as she momentarily forgot
about the groveling princess.  "So what?"  Nanami recoiled
backwards slightly as she didn't know what to think was on
Alielle's mind at the moment, the young woman slowly leaning
towards her.

    "Well, it's obvious that something happened..."  Nanami
immediately started blushing as she thought about Makoto, his
expression of helplessness and his unveiling.  It was a pretty
strange thought to have.

    Watching the blood rush to Nanami's face, the unabashful
Alielle was even more driven to find out what happened.  "Come
on, come on!  Tell me, what happened?  I know something
happened!" 

    Nanami seemed furious as she tried to explain.  In truth it
was more like embarrassment rather than anger.  "Well, Makoto,
he..."  She broke off as she did not really wanted to talk about
that particular, thing.

    "What about Makoto?" asked Alielle, slowly, displeased with
the fact that Fatora was now paying attention.

    "Well, he..."

    Princess Fatora dropped her plate and got closer.  "And what
did he do?"  The urgency in her voice was most distressing to
Alielle, who was about ready to get fed up with Makoto this and
Makoto that.  She just wanted everything to be back to normal.

    "He touched me," said Nanami.

    Today was just not Fatora's day.  First she was depressed to
the point of gorging herself.  Secondly, Makoto was just jerking
off blissfully instead of pleasuring her.  

Notes:
* Not finished at this time...  Perhaps, when I make my mind up
not to do any classwork, I can write a lot more...

* Weird?  The amount of text has already exceeded the size of Nth
Night...  I never thought I'd be able to pump up fluff this
much...

=Old Stuff pre-Chapter 3=

Question:
Who should be the beautiful woman?  I have a very weird idea. ;) 
(And NO!  IT ISN'T URA!)


=Old Stuff=
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...