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The Taming of the Shield Hero	By : Bruce_Juice Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 16803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a NSFW non-profit parody of the acclaimed (?) light novel series The Rising of the Shield Hero by Aneko Yusagi. Media Factory & CR hold the novel and anime distribution rights, respectively. I own none of it. I'm just a guy.

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♦ Part 4 ♦ The Climax ~ Daddy’s Turn
“Place your hand in mine, Forvel. It’s time to say our prayer.”
Forvel, a bright-eyed boy of six years, struggled to still himself. He teetered back and forth on his yellow mattress, fidgeting and swinging his legs off the side. Even his tiny limbs could reach the floor from the low bed frame. He watched the little clouds of dust he kicked up, then looked up to the wooden sword mounted on his bedroom wall. Maybe he could play just a little longer past bedtime?
“Forvel…” his mother said once more, in cautioning tones.
“Yes, mother.” The boy slowed his swaying and touched his mother’s palm. She clasped her warm hands around the child’s, and invited him to close his eyes. She began their nightly ritual:
“O Gracious Gods, the Heroes Three, please hear our Prayer
That we may share your Strength and Courage, and have no fear.
Holy Weapon wielders of Spear, Sword and Bow:
Thy awesome power and boundless love protects us still from every foe.
And fear we not the Loathsome Fourth, the Shield, the Demon,
For in due time, we know he will be justly Punished.
Because he is Bad, Stupid, and so very Ugly.
We hate him and his stupid face.
May he suffer great Torture and Humiliation, over and over again,
Before a most cruel and painful Death.
“Amen,” they concluded together.
“Very good, sweetheart!” Forvel’s mother rose from her knees, and planted a firm kiss on her son's noggin before tucking him in bed. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mama.”
“And…?” she called expectantly. Her little boy smiled back.
“And I hate the Shield Hero!”
With that, the lamplight was extinguished. Forvel was left to dream of his favorite three heroes, easily winning against brutish, dim-witted Shield demons. And so it was, all across the kingdom of Melromarc. In the hearts of men, women and children: universal, burning hatred for all things Shield. Thousands of people, young and old, were unified in religious malice. Beneath every rooftop was at least one soul, thinking and praying horrid things about the detested Fourth Hero; inventing new and terrible ways in which he could be punished.
Under one rooftop in particular— two doors down from Forvel and his mother, in fact— their prayers were being answered.
“That’s it… easy now.” Raphtalia lowered herself into Naofumi’s hips. She brought her hands across his abdominals, feeling his unsteady breath.
The Demon struggled against his restraints. All four limbs were fastened to the oaken bed frame; around his neck, a chained collar; and on top of him, a young woman who once called him Master. He could barely contain himself at the sight of his captor. She was dangerously beautiful, and swayed like a charmed cobra over his naked body. It’s too much, the Shield Hero voiced with a groan. Ready to explode, he desperately turned his attention elsewhere as the motion of her hips intensified.
Raphtalia, meanwhile, tuned out all distractions. She swung her hair to the side, focusing on her desired rhythm. Her tail fluttered behind her.
“You’re getting the hang of this, Naofumi.”
His face was flushed, first from self-restraint, now with frustration. “Who are you to coach me…?” He panted. “How the hell do you know all this stuff? Aren’t you supposed to be a virgin!?” He gritted his teeth, remembering such assurances from Beloukas the Slave Trader. To think someone as morally upstanding as him would prove to be a liar!
“Oh? Are you that impressed?” Her tail tickled his inner thighs. “Well you don’t have to worry. Just use your Status Magic on me if you’re so curious.”
She watched Naofumi activate the HUD, his eyes darting across an invisible screen only he could read.
“Oh, wow.”
“That’s right. All this time while leveling up, I’ve been putting half my experience points into learning special skills. You know…” Raphtalia leaned forward, sliding gently up her servant’s shaft. “Stuff like this.”
She moved slower now, bent over Naofumi’s pale torso. His skin was smooth and clear, broken up only by a handful of vampiric marks planted on his neck and shoulders. And, of course, the Slave Crest. It rested regally across his chest, shifting slightly as his pecs fought to free his arms from bondage. Raphtalia admired the symbol in silence. She held her breath, continued her slow dance, and listened to her man’s reactions while his girthy cock massaged her insides.
“Don't get too excited now. You know what happens if you do.”
“Unf, this wasn't…” he trailed off. This wasn't the plan. His gaze avoided the womanly frame before him, trying to keep things under control. A metallic twinkle caught his eye. At his feet lay Raphtalia's precious steel “baton”, among the remainder of Erhard’s custom trinkets. He felt an odd sense of disappointment. We're not even gonna use that?
Raphtalia picked up the pace. She smiled at her slave's cute, helpless expression. She relished in her newfound power, and considered herself extraordinarily lucky to hold it, even for a night. Yet still, she wondered…
“What would you do if you were free, Naofumi?” She sat up, running her hands down the young man's sides.
“Huh?”
“If I unbound you right now, what would you do… to me?”
Naofumi swallowed, his Adam's apple pressing against his leather collar. He trained his eyes on his Master, no longer letting them wander.
“I'd touch you…”
“Yeah?”
“And play with those, uh, big tanuki titties.”
“Mmhm, with those dexterous Gamer fingers of yours?”
“Yes, ma'am.”
She smiled. “No, I'll tell you what you'd do…” Raphtalia leaned down once again, ready to consume her prey. Her hands swept over Naofumi's biceps, then up to his shackled wrists. She stuck her tongue in the man's ear before completing her thought in a threatening whisper:
“Fucking nothing.”
The Shield Hero's eyes widened. “No…”
“You wouldn’t do anything. You weren't ready to be Master, Naofumi.”
“I was ready…”
“I don’t think so,” she teased. His wrists came loose from their cuffs. “I’ve shown you how a real Master behaves. I don’t know if you could handle it.”
“I could!” Naofumi shot back, rubbing the newly exposed skin beneath each hand. He watched Raphtalia bend backward like a gymnast, reaching for the straps around his ankles. How convincing did he sound? Did his feeble protests make any difference? Even with his limbs unbound, he was helpless. Nothing but a pet. A plaything. He was forever at this woman’s mercy.
Before long, Raphtalia yanked at his collar, pulling him upright. His face came to rest in her bosom. It was quite soft. The embrace grew tighter as Raphtalia’s legs wrapped around his lower back. She draped her arms across his broad shoulders and sat serenely in his lap.
“Show me.”
He began to move at her request.
She says if I were Master, I would do nothing. He grimaced at the thought. But I was her Master… He held Raphtalia’s hips and pressed into her. She was under my control. And mine alone.
A gentle hand traced the backs of the tanuki’s ears, then rested behind her head. Naofumi tasted her collarbone and trailed kisses along her neck. A delighted gasp escaped her lips. His fingers glided across her enviable hourglass figure. Motivated evermore by his curiosity, the Shield Hero explored more of Raphtalia’s body, and she responded to his every touch. She swayed with him, guiding his hands to aid her pleasure. With strength befitting his heroic moniker, he moved the girl about with ease.
Is this what I would have commanded of her?
He lay above her now, thrusting in accordance with his own rhythm.
“Naofumi…” came Raphtalia’s sweet sigh of approval.
… Or is this what she commands of me?
He recalled his shattered expectations. His power, his confidence, his dignity— it had all been stripped away. But his new role as Servant carried with it profound new feelings. A sense of purpose, duty, and…
Comfort.
They’d barely spoken for several minutes now. Naofumi sat at the edge of the bed, with his Master wrapped around him in a familiar position. Nearly out of breath, they leaned into one another. Foreheads touched. Through locks of hair, drenched in sweat, the pair stared into each other’s eyes. The Shield Hero could see Raphtalia’s pupils dilate, like little black ponds within her rose-colored irises. Soon she broke the silence.
“Hey, Naofumi,” she began excitedly. Her earlier demeanor, so cool and controlled, had completely disappeared. “Talk dirty to me again. Try it.”
He coughed. “Alright, you… filthy animal.”
“Am I now?” She dug her nails into his back.
“You goddamn slutty trash panda.”
“Oh yeah?”
“You smelly, illiterate, trash-diving raccoon wench!”
“Unf,” she groaned. She grabbed Naofumi’s cheeks and stretched his mouth wide. “You sexy, utterly racist piece of shit. Yeah, we like sifting through trash. What the fuck does that make you?”
“Your gawbage wittle man whore,” he garbled back at her.
“That’s right.” She released her grip, snapping his cheeks back into place. She patted his face with momentary kindness, then leaned back. “Maybe I should hit you again for mouthing off…”
“Maybe you should.”
They glowered at each other. Then a hand flew across Naofumi’s face with a satisfying smack.
“Fuck!”
“Yeah!” Raphtalia yelled back. “You like that you... fucking retard?”
Her other hand made contact, just as brutally.
“Yes!”
“You want to be punished. Don’t you, Gamer boy?”
This time, she took both hands and rammed her open palms into his glutes.
“Yes, mama!”
“You dumb slut!” Breathing heavy, Raphtalia glanced over her servant’s shoulder, hungry for new ideas. In the corner of the bed, she saw exactly what they needed. “I saw you eyeing my dildo earlier, you perverted fuck. Well, I have some new orders for you. Can you guess what they are?”
“Yeah…”
“Go ahead, shit-face, guess!”
“You want me to take that thing up the ass like a good little slave boy, is that right!?”
Raphtalia raised her eyebrows. Oh. Not what I had in mind, but…
“Is that it!?” Naofumi was panting, his face flushed bright red. He was surprised at himself. Really!? Only half an hour ago such an act would be unthinkable, absolutely shameful. No man would submit to a woman like that. Not the man he wanted to be, anyway. But in this moment, despite all those conventions, it felt like a golden opportunity. One he couldn’t afford to miss.
“Ha!” Raphtalia hid her hesitation. “As if you could handle it! Do you really wanna risk embarrassing yourself like that, idiot!?”
He couldn’t answer. Naofumi hung his head, still shocked at his own outbursts. This only made Raphtalia more frustrated. “Use your words, you whorish, smooth-brained chud!”
After a brief pause, the Shield Hero raised his head and looked his Master dead in the eye.
“Fucking order me around and find out, bitch.”
She blinked. “Get on your hands and knees.”
The blacksmith’s “miscellaneous belts and straps” were suspiciously helpful. In a minute, Raphtalia was able to assemble a beautiful black harness. It fit snugly around her pelvis, and sported a metal ring in the front, stable and perfectly centered at her crotch. It was likely meant to hold a hefty iron stake while pitching a large tent, one might presume. But right now, it held a monstrous 10-inch steel baton with a divine chrome-like sheen, and expertly crafted ridges along the shaft, all accentuating an impressive ergonomic taper. It took days of practice to use properly. Raphtalia knew that all too well.
And so, she was rightfully scared for her partner’s life.
“Master…” Naofumi called from the bed. He was in position, looking over his right shoulder. “My ass… I need you to fucking rail my asshole right now.”
She steadied herself. She couldn’t afford to break character, to get cold feet. They were Master and Slave. Sword and Shield. Two souls had intertwined on this sacred, mystifying night, opening windows into each other’s true nature. It had played out like a prophetic dream. They couldn’t afford to wake up from it now; Raphtalia held the power and responsibility to maintain that. She needed to keep the magic alive, until the very end. And so, she announced her final approach.
“Prepare thy bussy, Shield Hero.”
What followed defied explanation.
In no conceivable way could Naofumi’s asshole have stretched that far. It was mathematically impossible to accommodate that much artificial phallus on such short notice. And yet, it was so. Within minutes, all ten inches of weapons-grade steel had disappeared into his bottom. ‘Twas swallowed up entirely. And the Shield Hero took it like a man. Hunched over, sweating bullets, he received every one of his Master’s thrusts with utmost skill and gratitude. He took a hundred passionate blows on his hands and knees. He took just many on his back, feeling the Steely Dan inflate his rectum like a party balloon.
Raphtalia continued onward like the warrior she was. She filled her lover’s body with steady, rhythmic passion for minutes on end. Before long, she gripped the man’s own organic rod and stroked it in time with her prodigious ass-pounding.
“Oh God,” Naofumi cried. He knew what was about to happen, but alas— at this point, he was prepared to die. “I’m almost there! Raphtalia, I…”
Quickly, she retracted. She bent down, grabbed his cock one last time, and looked him in the eye.
“You have my permission,” she stated.
“P-permission?” Naofumi stammered, on the brink of extinction.
“Yeah,” she answered, rolling her eyes. “Permission to blow your load, jackass.” And with that, she devoured his Spear Hero.
In seconds, he was finished. He’d spent all he had, and maybe more. Considering his servile tasks complete, he closed his eyes in utter bliss.
But Raphtalia still wasn’t done with him. She climbed atop his sprawling, sweaty figure, sporting an odd smile. With a hand on her servant’s chin, she leaned in for one last kiss. Naofumi, eyes shut, felt her lips on his. Her tongue soon followed. And then…
Something warm began to drip down his throat.
His eyes burst open. He gagged on the salty surprise, but Raphtalia covered his mouth, waiting for him to swallow.
“Drink up, Daddy,” she offered coolly. “It’s your turn to take care of the kids.”
In that magic moment, the Shield Hero accepted the gift of his own seed. And furthermore, a familiar violet glow permeated the air. The couple squinted, quickly realizing what had transpired.
Still coughing, Naofumi reached for the marking on his chest. As it was for Raphtalia before him, it peeled off in his hand. Squinting, with tears in his eyes, he read the message one more time:
… when the Customer says some objectively, undoubtedly fucked up shit...
Yeah, the Shield Hero thought to himself. Sounds about right.
At last, he collapsed.
~ to be concluded ~
Omake
“Okay honey, I put little Forvel to bed!”
Leanna made the hushed announcement to her husband as she entered the living room. It was a small space, adorned with old, beige-colored pelts, curtains and simple furniture. It wasn’t much. But it was enough. This woman often gave thanks that her family could even survive in a place like this.
“Oh Gods, Leanna.” Her husband was perched in front of the window. He peered into the night with a small handheld telescope. “This is something else…”
She knew that giddy tone all too well. “What is it this time, Oscar?”
“Across the way… I can’t believe it… I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot.”
“You hopeless pervert!” Leanna scolded quietly. She crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you’re spying on another young couple getting it on down the street. I should really tell that innkeeper to invest in some blinds…”
“Oh man,” Oscar continued, ignoring his wife. “What I wouldn’t give to get a piece of that…”
“A piece of what? You’re a piece of work, you know that?” She pursed her lips. “Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with such a—”
“Here.” The pervert turned around and handed his wife the telescope. “You need to see this.”
Disgruntled, Leanna knelt down next to her husband. She raised the instrument to her eye, adjusting the focus as she scanned the windows of the local inn. The lights were on, but nothing else caught her attention.
“You see it?”
“I don’t see a damned thing, Oscar.”
“Across the way. Just in front of Ol’ Tawney’s saloon.”
She moved the optic over slightly. “Oh. Oh, wow.”
“Right? Honey, she’s got me all riled up.”
Leanna bit her lip, fully understanding what brought her husband to such a state. Tied to a hitching post like a rancher’s horse, there stood a gargantuan, feathery beast. It was like nothing she’d ever seen. She leered at the majestic creature, admiring its strong, stately form and alluring plumage.
“That’s one fat fucking chicken.”
“I know.” Oscar stood up and placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Baby, I’m hard as a fucking rock right now. I want you. I want my Mother Hen.”
Leanna looked up, meeting his eyes with a sultry gaze. She began clucking. “Bok. Bok-bok. Ba-gawk!”
Oscar wore a devilish grin. “There she is. I’ll get the feathers ready.”
With that, the two lovebirds followed each other to the bedroom. Swathed in honey and feathers, they made passionate love until the break of dawn. They lay there in bliss, awash in romantic thoughts. Greeting the morning light, they crowed like roosters at the rising sun.
They took their son to church a few hours later, feeling especially warm as they cursed the Shield Hero for his continued existence in sin.
A/N - Good news, everyone!
I've officially been hired as a writer for Seasons 2 and 3 of Shield Hero. Seems a bit late for that, I know. But the creators wanted to take the series in a new direction, saw this fanfic, and immediately decided I was the best man for the job. Prepare to see new scenes just like these, brought to life with the magic of animation.
Okay, but seriously. I had a lot of fun writing this, but I can't help but wonder if I'm doing a disservice to all of mankind. This shit is wack. I'd like to hear your thoughts on it, so please consider leaving a review. I'd very much appreciate your feedback.
A'ight-- one chapter left to tie things up. Let's fucking goooooooooo!!
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