Tiger Taming

Shirou slid down onto his knees just behind Taiga, positioned so that his legs were spread along either side of her own legs, and he leaned forwards slightly, looming over her body. As his shadow fell over her, Taiga mewled lightly, and turned her head to stare at him over her shoulder, eyes half lidded as if she was already half asleep after eating such a filling meal. "Mou~~ Shirou?"

“Don’t mind me.” He replied to her smoothly, his eyes never moving from their spot fixated on the swollen cheeks of her buttocks, that seemed to almost bulge out into the air of the room with Taiga’s every breath. They were just so big and bounteous, he could almost imagine them as just two big juicy peach halves that he couldn’t wait to split open. “Just checking something out.” ‘You’ he silently added in his head.

“Hmm.” Taiga moaned out in response as she turned her head back forwards, accepting him as normal and paying no further mind to whatever he was getting up to, even as he began to lean forwards, raising his hands along with him until he was almost on all fours with his hands hovering just over her buttocks.

His fingers twitched to touch down upon their targets and begin the delightful work of sampling the goods. They couldn’t wait to sink into the phat flesh of her big doughy booty, and to see the ass jiggle and jaunt about from his every movement towards them. She had a rear end that could make some supermodels blush, and it was a very obvious fact now that he could think about it without the filter of his affection for her as his big sister figure getting in the way of things.

Taiga was hot. She was smoking hot. She was beyond what most men in the world could ever hope to meet, let alone get a chance to fuck. And despite that fact she was still single, still so dreadfully alone, as if she had no interested in the male sex. But how could that be the case when she dressed so provocatively, when she had definitely held a crush for Kiritsugu, though he could only interpret such with the benefit of hindsight in his favour. Taiga was a woman who had the potential at her fingertips to pluck any man from a crowd she liked, and ensorcell them into her loving house husband. And yet she never did anything of the sort.

His hands planted down on the most succulent of bottoms, and his fingers instantly clenched down on prime cheek cutlet. Now this here was an ass. Not up to par with Ishtar/Rin, not muscular like Arturia or Berserker, and not as slight and firm as Hinako. But despite that it was still an ass of veritable legend. He could see himself just staying like this for the rest of his days, just fondling this single rear end, practically drinking in the sensation of his hands melting into an ass so phat it could bounce coins with ease.

It was a true work of art he had unknowingly crafted over years of meals. Every ounce of fat that had entered Taiga’s system was gradually chiseled away by her own daily life, moulded and reshaped and moved until it sat exactly where it was needed to create the absolute greatest masterpiece of a rump known to man. If he glazed her buttocks in honey, they would probably be worthy of display in the Louvre, right beside the Mona Lisa.

And they just didn’t stop. He flexed his fingers, and felt the flesh mould around them, the heat of Taiga’s body coming through clear as day even as she subconsciously molded to his desires, shifting slightly so that her rear raised up into his hands, and he was almost scared that her buttocks might be huge enough to swallow his hands up inside them, lost forever.

He pulled back, almost falling over backwards as he realised just how engrossed he had been, just how close he had been to losing himself just in the simple pleasure of those buttocks in his hand. Whatever manner of Luck Fujimura Taiga possessed, it had very nearly won her an adoring ass ****, his own mind so willing to slip into a trance just at the sight and sensation of that beautiful masterpiece.

But there was no way he could hold back from having another go was there?

This time though, he would go for a different tactic. Afterall, everything that had happened so far had been with her still wearing clothing. Now that was about to change.

His hands looped forwards and slightly dug underneath her so that he could undo her leggings, and then slowly begin to work them down her legs. Taiga put up no objection to this of course. She was more than willing to accept everything as normal and just allow herself to be manhandled however her darling Shirou desired. She probably viewed herself as basically being the receiver of a spa treatment, with her own personal master masseuse just giving her backside the thorough working over of a lifetime.

If she thought this was going to be it though, she had seen nothing yet.

When her leggings were removed, Shirou wasted no time in tossing them aside like the rags they were. Anything that stood in the way of him getting a good glimpse at that shiny, creamy ass cleavage had another thing coming, and Shirou turned his head just a moment to see that Saber was leaning over the dining room table, elbows on the table and head in her hands, as if she was a schoolgirl watching her crush. Ishtar was somewhere behind him, but for the moment she was inconsequential. If Rin had any objections, she wasn’t being allowed to raise them.

When his eyes returned to Taiga though, he stopped for a second. Just the sight of one small thing brought him to a complete halt, and a smile to his face. Her panties were an orange and black tiger striped design. He couldn’t help the snort of laughter that erupted from him at the Tiger of Fuyuki, who so thoroughly despised the moniker, wearing tiger print clothing. It was fucking adorable. But they too were slid down the length of her legs a moment later, though received a comparatively better handling and were folded up and laid down in the corner of the table.

And now he kneeled before it, unleashed in all of its glory. It was everything he had dreamed it would be since the moment he had set off on this abrupt pilgrimage of posterior plunder. The cheeks were just as hearty and hale as he had thought they would be. He reared back one hand to bring down onto them with a resounding clap and send both cheeks jiggling like jelly.

“Hey Saber? I don’t think you ever actually said why you were here?” Taiga asked, all of a sudden struck by a bout of curiosity, like a cat arbitrarily deciding it had napped long enough and was now setting out to go stalk something, and the act caused her to roll over onto one side so that she could look at Saber while she spoke.

“Hmm?” Saber said at first, blinking in surprise and being addressed so suddenly. “Oh. Yes. It is quite simple. I was an acquaintance of Shirou’s father Kiritsugu. I had business in Fuyuki for a while, and thought to stop in. When I learned Kiritsugu had passed, Shirou offered me room and board here until I eventually return to England.”

“Sounds like Shirou.” Taiga said, as if he wasn’t hovering right over her, hand twitching in silent anguish at not having been able to complete its single holy task of spanking a delectable derriere. “Not as much like Kiritsugu. What is it you do? He never said what his work was.”

“I am an independent contractor, called in to take part in the parlance of particular people, to the degree that it is required of me, to undertake the endeavour of attempting to resolve disputes using all of the epistemological techniques that are at once available to me, in so far as I am called upon by my contractors, and in the hopes that through the eventual resolution of the dispute, some prime mean can be reached, in which all the pursuant parties are equally satisfied with the offering to which has been agreed.”

“Huh?” Was all that Taiga could say in response. Saber had spoken with such surety in her voice that it was impossible not to be enthralled, but there was such complexity in her word choice that it was almost impossible to keep track of what she had actually been saying. Shirou was likewise confused, but at least he had the knowledge that Saber was just trying to answer the question without actually answering the question to keep him from pondering too much.

Almost like a dog that had suddenly found itself just completely vexed, Taiga collapsed back onto her front with an audible oomph, and her buttocks wobbled slightly from side to side. They began to wobble a great deal more vigorously only a moment later when Shirou’s hand finally completed the journey it had been determined to and impacted straight down onto the smooth centre of one of her creamy cheeks, his hand sinking almost an inch into the phat doughy flesh.

The ass was going wild as it jiggled slightly from side to side. This was incredible. Taiga was incredibly lean and slender as a whole, a lifetime of training in kendo helping her keep herself well in shape, but what fat she did have was all concentrated right here in this singular spot, and it was without a doubt the most beautiful thing he had ever seen jiggle in such a way. His other hand almost instinctively came up and then came back down, delivering an equal strike to the other buttock and imparting a vigorous helping of kinetic energy to the cheek.

Taiga let out a long low moan, and she thrust back her hips, raising her pelvis almost a foot into the air as if she was thrusting it out towards him like she was trying to mimic Ishtar’s previous behaviour. He laughed a little at the sight. That was a little funny. Taiga had barely been getting sexualised for a minute and already she was taking after the literal goddess of sex. What a fun concept.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, watching her ass jiggle and listening to her light mewling moans as he occasionally laid the beatdown on her buttocks to keep them shimmying before his eyes so that he was constantly entertained. But just as they were jiggling in the perfect way, his eyes caught upon a tiny little detail, and immediately he reached out with his hands and caught her butt cheeks in mid motion.

Slowly he pulled them apart, to reveal her asshole. It wasn’t anything special. But it was a reminder to him that his dick was a horny beast of desire that wanted to plug it up, fill her and stretch out her walls until she was moaning his name again and again. His cock was almost literally burning with desire for her and her warm tight back door, and in that moment there was only one thing that he wanted to do.

He felt rather than saw as his trousers and underwear disintegrated, and a smug looking goddess stepped into view to his left side, one of her fingers extended out from the rest like she had just been pointing a finger gun, and she blew lightly on the end like trying to cool a smoking barrel. He guessed he was going to have to thank her for that little act of charity later. For now he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

His cock was already standing tall like the pillar of manliness it was, and it twitched at the sight of Taiga’s buttocks. Rin moved around to the far side of Taiga, sitting down near her head end, and she leaned down to look into the teacher’s face even as she was trying to snooze off into unconsciousness now she had a stuffed belly. Well he was just going to have to stuff her full all the more, and it seemed like Archer wasn’t his only servant who wanted to give him a little bit of a hand with it.

Saber moved quickly and efficiently around to his side, and pressed her now naked form against his back, reaching around to grab hold of his cock and give it a few more comforting strokes to make sure it was standing at maximum erection. And then with a kiss to the side of his cheek, she pushed his hips forwards and helped slide his cock right into his teacher/big sister’s backside, ensconcing him in the doughy furnace of her anus.

It was a wonderful sensation, and he almost immediately began to buck forwards, desperately trying to drive his cock even deeper into her. He couldn’t help it. If he had thought that watching her buttocks shake had been appealing before, it was a hundred times better now, when rather than a few random spanks it was the impact of his hips against hers that was now setting her cheeks shaking maniacally.

He would usually try to start slow and ramp up until he was plowing away at max speed, fertilizing as many fine fields as possible with his potent seed, but right now that was not an option. With Saber and Archer watching on, his cock demanding to be buried within the wonderfully warm heaven of her anus, there was no way he could fuck away at anything less than one hundred percent.

It was to his embarrassment that he was willing to admit that he acted almost like a rabid animal as he began to rut away at her ripe rump, driving his cock ever deeper and deeper into her backside and feeling the squishy as his hips flattened or otherwise pushed their way deeper into the doughy ass flesh. Moans echoed around the room as they leaked out from him, Shirou unable to control his voice and desire as he pounded away into his Big Sis.

For Taiga’s part though, this entire situation remained as it had been for the rest of it. Completely Normal. So it was that she barely reacted at all to everything Shirou did, the only thing making her different from just another sex doll being the fact that she did in fact respond in some small ways, mostly by mewling like a little kitten being pampered and attended to by her new owner, still enraputed with the little life they had just adopted.

He kept rutting away, driving his hips deeper and deeper, pressing himself further and further against her. He was disappearing into anus, his cock becoming a funnel out of which he could spray his soul into her. He almost felt like he could do so at any moment, like he was moments away from slipping the mortal coil just from the pleasure that he was getting from Taiga and his coupling.

And then Taiga stretched, her arms going down and beginning to push up from the ground, and in the act she ended up arching her spine like a cat about to pad around in a circle and settle back down in the same place. But his cock interrupted that plan, and at the same time her little activity ended up precisely pressing his cock into a very sensitive spot within her body. All at once she went still and stiff, her body tense. To make another cat based metaphor, all of her hairs were now stood on end and she was moments from launching away.

And then she came. She actually mewled like a cat this time, letting out a true mating yowl and shrieking into the world as she came around Shirou’s cock impaling her up the rear end, and that could only lead to one thing. Her backside clamped down, and he desperately tried to hold out against the increased tightness, but it was ultimately a futile effort. His cock erupted right down the gaping gullet of her rectum and swallowed down a large stream of semen.

It was incredible. He was no longer the same virgin he had been before, but he was still not completely overwhelming in skill or ability when it came to the sexual arts. Ishtar’s blessing was something that would allow him to outlast the concentrated efforts of half a dozen of Taiga, but that was simple stamina, not endurance. He could cum a thousand times and still have seed left to deposit into a thousand and first awaiting hole, but he in no way had improved tolerance to hold back his climax.

His first orgasm was a true beast. It flooded Taiga’s back passage almost to capacity in a single go, and that was before he continued to rut away at her, his cock pushing into the slough of semen and the pressure it exerted almost immediately began to **** small spurts of semen to erupt from her ass around his cock, those rogue spurts running down the crevice of her ass cheeks to work their way down past her pussy lips and onto the floor.

Taiga’s ass really was a thing of beauty. There was no way he could leave it any time soon. Sure she had a pristine pussy not far away that he could also sample and seed if he so desired, but whyever would he leave her anus when it was so incredible? Indeed, it was so incredible that in his rutting he had entirely lost track of where Saber and Archer had gotten to, because neither were where he had last seen them.

Taiga was practically falling asleep on the end of his cock, the only thing proving she was still awake being the constant yowls and mewls of pleasure that erupted from her as he kept ploughing away at her previously virgin rump. There was no sign of Archer sat in front of her, trying to distract her with small chatter as she had before Saber had directing him forward. Indeed, Saber had long since vanished from his back without him even realising. But then he heard a small sound from behind him, like a body collapsing to the floor.

His hands lurched forwards, sliding from their position gripping Taiga’s hips, up and around her torso so that he had a reach around grip of her perfect handful breasts, and using that grip he pulled her back and upright until she was almost seated atop his cock. With her leaned back against his chest, and her own writhing and wriggling enough to keep his cock’s hunger for pleasure sated for just a little while, he spared a free moment to glance back over his shoulder at the source of the noise.

He almost popped off his second orgasm just at the sight. Saber and Archer were both there, naked, hands locked together, lips locked together, chests locked together, and each of their legs trying desperately to enclose around the others, like two sets of snakes trying to coil around one another. It was immediately clear that the two servants simply could not hold back their lust in the sight of him and Taiga’s incredible fuck fest, and that stimulation had driven them crazy until they could no longer hold back anymore. Now the pair rolled across the floor as each fought for position on the top of the other, a throne on which to be seated as they received the supernatural pleasure only a servant could provide.

If the two of them were giving their all, then how could he, as their Master, not be driven to exceed even that? So it was he was filled with even greater vim and vigour. His elbows locked, his hands tightened their grip on Taiga, and with one huge heave, he drove himself back to his feet, pulling Taiga up along with him, lifting her purely with his cock while his hands merely kept her from falling forwards back onto the ground.

He practically drove her down onto his pillar of manhood like a piledriver, his entire body reinvigorated as he gave one hundred and ten percent of his concentration, power and effort in utterly pillaging the plump posterior of his oldest female friend. Taiga was a victim of his overwhelming libido, and yet he was sure that if she was made aware of what was happening, there was no way that she would object.

In fact, he was so sure of it, that he immediately dropped the effects of Normality upon her. No longer did she view everything through the filter of what was artificially named as normal, and so she was allowed to experience the abnormality of the fucking she was being given.

Her eyes went wide for a moment, as she came to understand everything. But there was no more than that she could do, because in the next moment Shirou came for the second time, seed spraying into her and pouring out around his cock, her ass practically pulsing around his cock to make sure it drained every drop, and her face just curled up in pleasure. She turned from almost entirely emotionless non-participant, to a writhing, wriggling cocksleeve in the span of a second.

Her mind had momentarily vacated the premises of her skull, because right now it was twisted into a huge ahegao, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as the full **** of the extraordinary fucking that was being delievered onto her hit home. Maybe at some point in the future she would be recovered enough to raise some sort of objection over the night’s events, but in this moment it was more likely for a human being to be able to throw a pin into a shotglass balanced atop the eiffel tower while standing on the surface of the moon, than it was for Taiga Fujimura to say anything negative whatsoever about Shirou Emiya, or the glorious fucking that was being delievered to her.

If the human brain was an apparatus that was capable of the phenomenon known as integer overflow, this was the moment that it would be proven to be so, because Taiga Fujimura was without a doubt, an entirely normal human, with the exception of two aspects. One was her incredible beauty, partially brought about by Shirou’s constant meals, which had only served to enhance her best features.

The other was her incredible luck. Taiga was a woman to whom the concept of fate or destiny did not exist. Or rather they did, but she could ignore them as a normal human might ignore a single indistinct branch when looking at a forest. This manifested in her possessing luck of unprecedented, and almost reality bending potency.

It had already struck several times, almost hypnotising Shirou into Taiga’s ass **** just because of the way that his desire was focused onto her ass as she shook it in the exact right way. Then again later as he had been almost too distracted by its jiggle and shine to actually get around to fucking her. Now it struck for a third time, but no longer was it trying to subjugate Shirou. No no no. Now Taiga’s metaphysical natural 100 roll came down in favour of a much different eventuality.

She let out an incredible yowl at the top of her voice that could split eardrums, and she came. She came once. Then again. Then a third time. And she just kept cumming. It was like a chain reaction, each orgasm running into and triggering the next, leaving Taiga practically spasming on the end of his cock as she was consumed by pleasure.

This was what she had acquired via her lucky victory. Pleasure. Pleasure beyond anything else she had ever experienced, and could ever hope to experience again anywhere but at Shirou’s side. She had won the honour of him falling for her so thoroughly in this one endeavour, that he could no longer let her go. He considered her his now, and that meant he was going to be as devoted to ensuring her safety and happiness as he was going to be to any other who he owned. Not just in the normal ways he had always intended to pursue, but with the earrings as well.

Taiga Fujimura had been added to the list of his harem, whether either of the two of them knew it yet or not.

As the two pairs of rutting bodies kept going, they had absolutely nothing to fear from any outside ****. No one entered the property, no magical scrying or divination pierced the boundary field. Nothing perceived what was occurring within that room except for that which had been there from the very start.

In the dim darkness beneath the table, where no light fell at all, a shadow gently twisted in silence, observing everything that was happening before it. And it hungered. It would continue to do so for the next hour, before the night finally called all present to their rest.