My first M rated scene, please be easy on me.

Just as Shirou was putting the last touches on the night's dinner- lemon chicken with steamed vegetables- when he heard his front door open. Given the fairly late hour and lack of activation of the ill intent and magic detection wards surrounding the house, he came to the conclusion that it was most likely Taiga coming over to feed her bottomless stomach. It was after several seconds of continued silence that Shirou noticed the lack of yelling that usually accompanied his guardian 'Wait, its defiantly Taiga, but she's not yelling or demanding food…' such an occurrence could only mean two things, either the older woman was very sick, or she was in one of those moods. Considering the lack of whining coming from the woman it was most certainly the later. He smirked, days like this were always fun.

Picking up the finished food the young magus carried the dishes into the dining area with a small smirk on his face knowing what he would fine waiting for him. You see about a year after he chose his vice Taiga, who had learned of his activities mere weeks after they had begun, had snapped. Turns out that mixing Taiga's crush on his foster father, her cursed shini, her grandfather being an over protective Yakuza boss, and herself being a teacher and club supervisor left very little time, opportunity, or desire to take part in a romantic relationship. The result? The woman had gone nearly three years without any form of sexual interaction with another person. Learning that her admittingly handsome, extremely fit, available meal ticket was open to casual sex lead to their relationship changing quite drastically.

To be blunt, they went at it like teenage rabbits once or twice a week, if not more.

This in turn lead to Shirou learning his former sister figure's sexual kinks. Most of the time she was like most of the girls he had one time flings with, wanting it hard, fast, and until they were a puddle of bliss that couldn't even remember their own names. Other times she liked to be 'fed' and to 'feed' eating food off of his body and having him eat off of hers. These days tended to end in a very messy dining room and a lack of fruits and deserts in his house. Then there were days like this one, where Taiga showed a kink that Shirou has only seen in her and as such finds quite enjoyable when it comes up, like a child getting a special treat.

As he finished setting the table with the night's food the girl in question entered the room from the entryway on her hands and knees dressed in her special outfit for her biggest and least exercised kink: pet play.

Over her short brown hair Taiga had put on a brown and black cat or tiger eared headband, on her arms from wrist to elbow were matching detached sleeves along with stockings that went up just past her knees, a matching set of barely there panties and bra, on her face were thin lines stenciled on in the form of whiskers, around her neck was a thin black collar complete with a small silver bell, and for a finishing touch Taiga had a two foot long tiger striped tail connected to her in the form of a plug through a whole cut in her panties. A perfect, sexy little kitten all for him.

Shirou sat down and smiled at the site, "Hey there kitty cat, why don't you come sit over here?" he asked her, patting the inside of his lap.

Taiga blushed at his offer, but none the less began to crawl over to the younger male intentionally swaying her hips more than necessary so that her 'tail' swung back and forth behind her. Slowly she climbed into her 'owner's' lap, clinging to his chest with a soft purr. She took her part as his kitten quite seriously whenever she took up the role.

Smiling Shirou wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his palm gently on her uppermost thigh. This was his favorite part of the game though why was far beyond him.

With his free right hand Shirou picked up a single pair of chopsticks while his splayed left hand softly stroked Taiga's thigh with the barest crest of his fingertips, a small application of Reinforcement subtly applied to her nerves to promote and increase feelings of pleasure and arousal. Some may call this cheating, he called it skill.

"Meowrrr" Taiga moaned shivering at his touch and causing Shirou's smile to widen.

"Good girl" he told her, "now open wide." He said raising the chopsticks, now holding a small bite of chicken in their grip.

Face now flush the Tiger of Fuyuki obediently opened her mouth her tongue peaking just past her parted lips. His smile still wide the magus gently placed the morsel on her extended tongue, his other hand ghosting just next to her core his application of Reinforcement never ceasing. It wouldn't do to end the fun too soon after all.

As Shirou's hands continued to ghost across and up her body Taiga began to chew the chicken he had given her, moaning louder and burying her head into the redhead's chest when his fingers began to trace her own, lighting the sensitive flesh alight with pleasure but not once touching the peaks of her breasts like she craved for them to do before leaving her mounds to return to the surrounding flesh of her sex but refusing to touch it as well. That was the game after all, to bring her torcheresly close to the edge but not allowing her release, causing her body to grow hotter and more sensitive with each passing second.

Slowly Shirou continued to feed the teacher small bites of meat greatly enjoying the sweet song of her moans and purrs caused by his… petting. As the last of the meal was devoured the mage smirked, "Good kitten" he whispered in her ear, prompting another shudder from the burnet "now that you're all done we can get started." And with that Shirou thrust his hand both into Taiga's underwear but his fingers into her lower lips, accompanied by a far stronger burst of Reinforcement to the woman's nerves.

"Erraaaow!" She near shrieked as the orgasm the teen had been torturing her since she had sat down. For half a minute the kendoist could do nothing but shudder in her lover's lap clinging to his shirt as waves of pleasure washed over her body while her orgasm died down.

Giving the blissful look on Taiga's face a smirk Shirou gave her a quick smack on her rear, "Get moving kitten, we're not done yet."

The woman smiled,"Pwerrrr" slinking off of his lap and away from table the cosplaying teacher began to rub her face and body onto the living room rug, twisting her body in ways that would cause even the most celibate man's walls to break. For a while Shirou merely watched her little performance it wasn't the most intoxicating site he had laid his eyes on- that particular honor being held to her and Sakura nude belly dancing on his last birthday- but he couldn't deny the effect her scantily clad body had on him, especially when she ended her movements with her face laying sideways on the carpet gazing back pleadingly at him, her breasts mashed into the floor's surface, plump rear wagging in the air and her stocking clad thighs slightly spread in an inviting manor. An invitation Shirou had every intention on accepting.

The night was young after all.

Three days after his night of roleplay with Taiga found Shirou staying late after school… on a Monday… cleaning the Archery dojo… with no one else around… with the sun long gone… 'It's like I'm the first extra who dies in a bad horror movie.' He thought to himself as he put away the last of the supplies.

The day had actually been going pretty well despite it being the first day of the school week. He had woken up to the smell of breakfast and found it to be watched over by Sakura wearing a short pink apron. And nothing else. He made it to school on time despite the delay at breakfast, received two graded tests back- both A's- he had helped Issei fix some old electronics for the academic clubs, and made Sinji look like a fool in front of a couple of girls he had somehow charmed. There was only one problem. Someone had cursed the school.

He had picked up on it the moment he had passed the front gate, someone he had set up a bounded field around the grounds, and given the smell of the Prana it wasn't Rin or Sakura but that didn't make sense. They were the only magi in the school- maybe event the city- other than him and he didn't even know how to set up bounded fields outside basic warning and prana cloaking models so who the hell had constructed the field? Not only that but for some reason he had also caught a whiff of what smelled like his prana following Rin around, which made even less sense because he never even activated his prana around her, nor had he slept with her or given her one of the mystic codes he had created.

Before Shirou could continue down the puzzling path his thoughts were taking him a third strange scent caught his attention along with the familiar sound of metal clashing against metal. 'So some weirdo has shown up out of nowhere, cursed the school, a second person who smells like me- wow that sounds weird- is stalking Rin, and now a third person is having a sword fight with the second person while Rin watches… God I hate Mondays.'

Now what a normal person would do when they heard what sounded like medieval mortal combat would be to walk the other way and call the cops, however seeing as Shirou was about as far from normal as possible he instead took off in the direction of the fight.

'Why do I get the feeling that this is a stupid idea?' turning the last corner between him and the fight gave Shirou his answer. Two men, both giving off more than three times the amount of power he could produce, were in the middle of the highest level of combat he had ever seen. Even when he Reinforced his eyes and brain near their uppermost limits he still struggled to keep up with the immense speed of the combatants.

The first was the third newcomer that Shirou had picked up, he was dressed in a midnight blue spandex one piece with armor plating on his shoulders and metal inlays across his body. His hair reached his mid back and was a shade of blue that perfectly matched his armored suit, and his eyes were as red as fresh blood.

The other man was the one who smelled like Shirou, though now that he was closer he was able to pick up some differences between their Prana. The man had pure white hair, steel gray eyes, and skin bronzed not from his bloodline but by countless hours in the sun. He wore skin tight black armor that seemed to have just enough give to allow full range of motion, and a red half coat and hip cape that seemed imbued with some kind of neutralizing enchantment given how it seemed to reject the surrounding atmosphere of the man, prana and all.

But it wasn't the men's appearances that caught the young magus' attention the most, it was the weapons they wielded. The blue haired man had a blood red spear that positively gushed bloodlust while the white haired warrior wielded twin black and white Dao swords that… had no feeling extruding from them at all. 'This makes no sense, all swords have some kind of emotion, pride, bloodlust, desire for battle, SOMETHING, but those swords… Kanshou and Bakuya they seem… content with where they are.' Looking deeper into the history of the swords, Shirou learned their story. The reason they felt so content was because they were, they were made not for war, combat, or prestige, but simply for the sake of the art of creating a blade. They were… beautiful. Though for some reason despite being able to learn everything about the swords creation, past, and even how they were wielded, he couldn't tell who the man who wielded them was, something that should be one of the first things he learned.

The red spear of the other man though was much clearer though. Gae Bolg, wielded by Cu Chulainn and gifted to him by the godslayer Scathach. The spear had two abilities, one was reverse causality, being able to pierce an opponent's heart before its wielder thrusts the spear while the other was… well the best way to put it was a small magical nuclear explosion capable of taking out several hundred men in a single blow. Truly a fearsome weapon.

"Wow." He whispered, though apparently not quietly enough as the single word alerted the warriors of his presence.

"Who said that?!" The spearman, Cu Chulainn to be exact despite that being impossible, demanded before his eyes landed on Shirou and ticked, "Kid, today is not your day." And with that, the Hound of Culann leaped toward the unknown to him magus, spear held ready to pierce the teen's heart, only for it to be blocked by the shining steel and cutting wind of an elegant O-katanna the familiar sight of runes covering the blades edge. For a moment Cu was confused, where had he blade come from? The only other servant in the area was the white haired swordsman who didn't even wield a katana, so who..? Allowing his eyes to travel down the length of the blade the Irishman felt them widen as shock raced through his system, for the one holding the blade wasn't another heroic spirit but the red haired boy he had been aiming to kill.

Yes, a cliffhanger, I wanted to get a chapter out today so this is what had to be done. Sorry.

Anyway here is my first M scene and the start of the actual plot of the story.

It has been brought to my attention that I was not very clear about how Shirou was able to get to his current physical and mental level of achievement, so I'll just say it now. He cheated. He used Reinforcement on his brain to learn and Alteration on his muscles to increase his abilities and promote growth. Just thought I'd clear that up.

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