Mobile Suit Gundam Fan Fiction ❯ Double Zeta Gundam Lemons ❯ I'll Give You My Rose. ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

WARNING: This fanfic contains lots of adult situations and harsh language. Viewer's discretion is advised. Everyone participating in sex is 18 years of age or older.

Mobile Suit Gundam Double Zeta and Char's Counterattack belong to Yoshiyuki Tomino, Sotsu Agency, Sunrise, and Bandai. Beware of big, nasty dogs.

Deep within the reaches of space, at the Neo-Zion headquarters of the Axis... The enemies of the Federation are plotting their getback against them. However, even

Haman: (Holding up her open hands like an excited little girl.) PING-PONG!!

Chara: Huh? What's up with you?

Gordon: Your majesty...

Haman: Hello there, Chara Soon. Gordon Gou. I'm currently taking a poll on who's the most powerful newtype; Amuro or Char.

Chara: Well, that's no contest! Char Aznavel, no arguments!

Gordon: I'm not even sure, your highness. Every other day I pass by his room it's like "oooohh... aaaahhh... Amuro...."

The three Neo-Zion characters end up of the darkness of silence... And veins start to pop from the back of Haman's head...

Some time later; Char's lying on the floor with a big, painful nod on his head as Haman (with Chris McKenzie's bat in hand) walks away from him.

Char: ...hey...! ...what did I do...?

-=***=-

Haman: So, Dakaran. Who do you think is the strongest newtype? Char or Amuro?

Rakan: (Notices her borrowed bat with Char's name written all over it.) And what about you, my dear? Aren't you a powerful newtype as well?

Haman: Huh? Me? (Hides the bat in back of her and starts blushing coquettishly.) Heavens no. I mean, sure I can pilot the Qubeley with all its mean and nasty funnels... But I haven't had the wartime experience like those two guys did.

Rakan: Then I must say that I have to go with Amuro then. Since I doubt that Lord Tycoon will last under your care.

-=***=-

Rommel: Amuro. Definitely Amuro.

Haman: And why would you think that, Desert Rommel.

Rommel: The poor child had been thrusted through the unforgiving bowels of war. And he manages to survive. And not only that. He realizes that he was a tool for the corrupt Federation government. He found the courage to fight back knowing full well of the consequences. Besides, he's much less a "harem collector" than that infidel you utilized your weapon on.

-=***=-

Elpeo: I betcha that Char can kick Amuro's whiny ass every day of the week! He's not as cool as Char is!

-=***=-

Rezun: (Getting drunk at a nearby bar.) Da mosht powaful newtype?! I puts my moneh on Papitash Scrocco! He'sh an ugly muthafucka!

Haman: Rezun... Ms. Schneider... Scirocco is dead.

Rezun: I KNOW SPIROKO IZ DEAD!! He shuld be dead! Da way he begitaited dat poor kid...! Who da fuck doez he blplplink he iz; him in iz fucked up hairshtyle... (Ends up falling on herself and sleeping on the floor.)

Haman: ...my thoughts exactly... Mental note: Exclude any alcohol in this part of the asteroid...

-=***=-

Elpeo: Char's such a loser. I just hope that Amuro comes by and set his homo-ass straight.

Haman: But Elpeo Ple. You just said that you wanted Amuro to kick Char's ass...

Elpeo: No I didn't.

-=***=-

Gyunei: Char is the son of our great leader, the original leader of Zion, John Tycoon. And I will stay by his side and protect him from all harm!

Haman: Well, Mr. Guss. Where were you when I...

Gyunei: There are just some times when a decision to stay the hell away from a guy like him is a good one. I'll gladly give my life to him, but _not_ my ass.

-=***=-

Yazan: I'm sorry to break this to you, kid. But Camille got all them bases covered.

Haman: Gerber-sa~an! Buy me some ice cream!

Yazan: ALRIGHT ALREADY!! Goddamn Colon!

-=***=-

August: This is a tough case, Mistress Kahn. There's Char and Amuro. There's you. We had in the past ladies like Lalah Sunn, Four Murasame, and Rozamia Vadam; but they were all artificial. And once we get into the era of "Formula 91" and "Victory," competition will be as stern as a brick wall.

Haman: (Happily snacking on the ice-cream sandwich that Yazan bought her.) I should remind you, Mr. Gidan, that we shouldn't even include the future series as of right now.

August: Then I'll just settle for Amuro. Char's way too freaky for me. ...is that Neapolitan...?

-=***=-

Elpeo: My vote goes for Judau Ashta. He can kick everybody's ass in a "Shangri-La minute."

Haman: ...waitaminute... GREMMY TOTO!!

Gremmy: (Currently found creating more Elpeo Ple clones in the chemical tanks.) You said you needed "extras," Haman! "EXTRAS!"

Haman: Extras! Not _YOUR_ extras!

Nanai: (Walking towards Haman in distress.) Excuse me, Ms. Kahn. I'm looking for my husband Char. Do you know where he can be?

Haman: You didn't check her room, Ms. Miguel?

Nanai: I did, but he isn't there.

Haman: Hmmm... Where could that fool be?

-=***=-

As they speak; the leader of the second Neo-Zion can be found plotting a way to have a final showdown with the famous 1YW hero, Amuro Rei. The preparations are all set as he plans on launching the refurbished RX-78 Gundam, with the added psycho frame, into space so those of Anaheim Electronics can find it...

Char: Soon, Amuro. Soon you shall realize the full power of the newtype evolution. And then I will have my way with you. And there's nothing you can do to stop me. Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh... Aaaaaaaahhh...!

A stream of off-white splotches hit the shining white lunar-titanium metal as Char, fantasizing about his life-long rival again, masturbates himself into another one. He then feels an extremely strong sense of murder behind him. Haman and Nanai had been witnessing what Char had been doing...

And the scene ends with the Neo-Zion leader stripped of his clothing, tied up, and repeatedly sexed and tortured by two overly angered babes.

Okay, the comedy's over. Time for the sex. ^_^

In a darkened room of the Kahn Palace; Mashymer Cello and Iria Pazom are kissing each other deeply. It seems that the purple-haired prince of Neo-Zion had given up on trying to gain the audience of Lady Haman and decides to give his love to somebody who wishes for it. Iria, from her end, is just so filled with joy due to the victory over such a snob like Haman. Her revealing attire and her ability to be there where Haman isn't (whilst trying not to be as annoying as Chara Soon) had paid off big time.

Mashymer's hands start to wonder as she lets them remove the thin, black piece of clothing which holds up her ample breasts. They spring out from their binding as he fondles one of them and licks the nipple of the other. Audible gasps can be heard from Iria's mouth as the self-titled prince leads a more subtle assault. But she's already at his mercy as she instinctively lifts up her leg.

He moves her to the wall as she takes her by the lifted leg, feeling at the softness and the meatiness of her thigh muscles. As they continue to kiss each other, Iria manages to release his "saluting Zion soldier" from out of the prison of his pants. Her hand sends info to her brain stating how large and hard this soldier is. And Mashymer's hand moves down, along her muscular stomach, to her short miniskirt where he caresses her black panties and feels at the slight dampness of her crotch. "His soldier shall invade her house tonight."

He moves the crotch of her panties aside as she guides his soldier towards her wetting hole. The head of his cock touches her wet vaginal folds; sending short bursts of energy throughout his body. His cock twitches in response and Iria starts to gasp some more as Mashymer's lower actions rub at her vital points. So he takes the lead; slowly entering his cock into Iria's pussy and using his pelvis to push himself into her. This causes her to cry out loudly.

Mashymer: (Noticing the lack of any "cherry to pop.") Hmmm... I see that I'm not your first...

Iria: Well... Stuff like this happens when you're constantly into sports and training.

Mashymer: A very athletic woman indeed. It turns me on very much.

Iria: YOU turn me on, Mashy. Now, fuck me hard.

And fuck her hard he did as his body presses her to the wall. He continues to slam his cock into her pussy; the friction of his cock causing her to release more of her sex juices in preparation for more slamming. Iria's mind starts turning into mush of ecstasy and loud moans as her instincts take over. And Mashymer continues to pump into her; the outside world is of no concern to him. And as he continues on, Iria mindlessly wraps her strong legs around her. "Once the spider catches her prey, she injects her poison and holds it strong until it stops moving."

Mashymer kisses Iria in the mouth; looking at her one last time before he shuts his eyes and fucks her twice as hard. And she rides his cock into a loud and well-deserved orgasm. Mashymer follows close behind as he reaches his peak. Hot and sharp streams of jizz blast from out of the head of his cock and into the depths of Iria's womb. Three more powerful thrusts... And the two lovers collapse to the floor. Where they spend the rest of the night sleeping.

A week later, a conference at Side 6's Libot Branch is being held to determine what to do with the rest of the renegade Titans. Cameron Bloom, still worried about Mirai, is also participating. However, a surprise visitor catches his eye. It's CHAR! ...or whatever's left of him. Then again; skinny, grey-haired, heavily breathing freak isn't really Char's style when he makes the scene.

Cameron: Hey, Chuck. What happened to you.

Char: (Heavily breathing like some Darth Vader impersonation.) ...too... ...much... ...sex...

Cameron: You know, that reminds me. Star Wars Episode 19 is out this week. You gonna see it?

Char: ...you... ...shut... ...up...!