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The married life had certainty agreed with her. Yes! Marriage definitely suited her.
Things had gone smoothly after the whole Touma Kurato incident; Dojo had recovered from the bullet to the leg. Thought his recovery rate was not as superhuman as Commander Genda's, it was cut down from four months to only one intensive month of therapy and care.
Fit as a fiddle and back in service Iku had taken him out to the same cafe in Tachikawa, that they had been rushed to leave a year prior.
She did not expect it, and at the time she had thought something had gone wrong with his injured leg, as he knelt before her.
"Iku, will you marry me?" He had asked, proffering a ring towards her.
It took several moments for her to realise what was happening and as her mind shut down Iku inadvertently began to eat her strawberry cheese cake.
The mere fact that Iku was eating cake after he had proposed caused Dojo to frown incredulously.
Then it finally sunk in as she was sucking on her spoon.
"Oh, my god." She screamed; her mouth full, "did you just propose?"
Dojo cringed as everyone in the cafe that was not already watching the display turned to look.
"Of course you idiot!" he hissed, "it was obvious that I was proposing to you."
It was automatic, a trained response from years of 'Kasahara idiocy', he bopped her on the head.
This had the unfortunate repercussion of causing Iku to bite down on her spoon.
"Ow ow ow, that hurt. Midget demon instructor from hell." She glared, then smiled and rapped her arms around his neck. "Of course I'd marry my prince."
The action caused Dojo to topple onto the floor as she threw herself, and all her weight, at him.
She squealed as they became a mass of tangled arms and legs.
Quickly they stood bowed apologetically to the other patrons and left the cafe to a resounding round of applause.
Once outside he grabbed her hand and shoved the ring onto her finger.
Iku giggled and admired it. It was a beautiful ring, tasteful and not gaudy. She also expected it had been chosen for its practicality, as instead of one large stone that would catch in a combat situation it had five small diamond-like gems in a delicate but strong looking band.
"How did you know my size?" She queried as it fit perfectly.
"Shibasaki."
"It's beautiful, I love it." She hummed holding it out to admire.
"Don't lose it then." Her future husband admonished.
Iku scowled and pouted her lips out to him "As if I would."
"Just goes to your track record." He chuckled.
She stuck out her tongue childishly causing Dojo to burst out laughing in the middle of the sidewalk.
Six months later, with the blessing of both their families, they were married.
Komaki was Dojo's best man and Shibasaki, her maid of honor.
Commander Inamine presided. And all the Library Defense Force: Task Force were in attendance.
Iku had been worried that her brothers would cause trouble but after she was informed that while all four had attempted to put her fiancée into a German-Suplex at the bucks' party, Dojo had defended himself amicably, even while intoxicated, and had made his point clear that their sister would always be safe with him.
Commander Genda cried loudly as Iku was walked down the aisle by her father. Origuchi who stood beside Commander Genda; as his guest and official wedding photographer, attempted to calm the task's force's passionate commander to no avail.
All in all, the wedding went off without a hitch.
That night Atsushi (as Iku now called him) carried her across the threshold of their new home. Using all their savings they had purchased a small but homely four room house across from the Musashino First Library. It was a steal as prices were reduced in the area. No one (aside from those who worked at the library) wanted to live near a perpetual war zone after all.
It had come fully furnished, an added bonus, as neither of them had anything to bring into the place aside from their clothes and futons.
It had western style beds and amenities. The previous owners being westerners that had brought the place not understanding the local situation and only realised later why on the contract "next to library" was noted in bold red print.
And while stray bullets were rare, Atsushi had paid for the front windows to be bullet proofed.
Iku had only been inside twice. So as Atsushi carried her through their new home, she was easily turned around and lost until they went into the main bedroom and he laid her lovingly on the bed.
Her dress had been heavily customised due to her height, and after he had laid her there and looked into her eyes he smiled in true appreciation of her innocent beauty.
Staring up at her husband for a few minutes, she waited for him to undo her bridal train then stood and began to undress, slowly and carefully.
All the time sensing his eyes had not left her body.
Iku was a virgin, something she was both proud of and embarrassed about.
Atsushi had confessed months prior to having had several liaisons before meeting her.
This had at first been intimidating but she adapted to the information and let him take the lead.
Iku let her wedding dress fall away revealing her lace underwear. Selected by Shibasaki that morning. Iku had at first refused but when Shibasaki had reminded her that her underwear was not for her but for her husband, she had relented.
Now she knew why and thanked the gods that she had Shibasaki as a best friend.
Atsushi was gobsmacked.
He stood with his shirt part way undone and his tie in his hand.
Where at one time Iku would have shied away completely at a man (potentially even her lover) staring at her partially clad body. Years of being the only girl in the task force had desensitised her somewhat.
She turned and stood at attention, legs apart, chest out, arms behind her back.
"See something you like, Atsushi?" she said a blush forming at her own forwardness.
"My, you are even more beautiful than I thought you could be, remind me to thank Shibasaki."
Iku pouted "Hey, I can dress up nice when I need to. And what makes you think I didn't do this myself?"
"Virgins know not the wants of men." He replied imitating Shibasaki sarcasm while kicking off his shoes and trousers.
Iku's blush descended to her shoulders. She spun around on her heel intent on jumping into the bed when she slipped.
Strong arms encircled her from behind.
She gazed up over her shoulder at Atsushi.
"My prince always saves me." She whispered lovingly, the back of her hand stroking his cheek lovingly.
Atsushi pulled her against his body and kissed the nape of her neck.
"My princess needs saving a lot."
Iku groaned as his hands cupped her small but firm bust, rolling her hardening nipples through the white lace fabric of her bra.
She could feel him press himself against her behind. His own hardened erection pushing against the fabric of his silken boxers.
"Please, please be gentle with me my husband." She gasped.
"Of course my wife." He purred back.
With one hand he pulled back the cover of the bed, while with the other he lowered his beloved onto the sheets.
She moved into the middle and once again gazed up at the man she had adored for so long.
His eyes burned with unhidden passion. He looked like her romance novels described as MAN, sex on fire.
She reached over casualty, with some trepidation, and stroked the front of his boxers. He groaned animally. She could feel a steel hardness beneath the soft fabric.
Atsushi watched her watch him, her innocent doe like eyes gaining a glint of mischief and lustful want.
He lowered his boxers and stood proudly before her.
Iku gasped at his sudden gesture. Thought she had seen the maleness of many men, from her brothers when they were younger, to the contents of books and magazines she hid under her futon, even inadvertent task force locker room mishaps. But she had never been this up close and, she giggled, personal before.
He was circumcised, something she had never even expected. All her brothers weren't. He was erect, a single pearl coloured droplet formed at the tip.
He stood before her, displaying himself. With even more trepidation than before she reached out and gently touched him.
He groaned and she pulled away as if burnt. Atsushi looked at her, but when she made no further move he leaned down and kissed her. As he did so, he gently guided her hand to wrap around his shaft.
To Iku he felt velvety. She squeezed softly and felt him buck into her palm, imagining that the calluses on her hand from all the training he had subjected her too over the years must feel rough against something so soft. She did not flee this time and instead stroked him gently.
Her eyes noted that he was longer than her palm and she could just encircle her thumb and forefinger around him. She smiled and giggled as more peals of liquid dribbled down from the tip making her fingers glide wetly up and down his hardened length.
He knelt down on the bed and moved over her, kissing her in one move while she continued to stroke him.
With one final buck he moved away, gasping for his on breath.
"Enjoying yourself?" He groaned, more statement than question.
Iku smirked and spread her long legs. "I may be a virgin but I'm holding out for when part D begins entering slot V."
Atsushi deadpanned "That has got to be the lamest line in fiction."
Iku groaned, undoing her bra "But it works for the girls in H-games."
It was Atsushi's turn to smirk "You play H-games."
Iku blushed lifting her bra off revealing, at least to her, her embarrassingly small bust "Sometimes".
Atsushi chuckled and leaned down to suck and lick her nipples.
"You are beautiful as you are; besides they will grow when you have our children."
Iku moaned at the implication. She had admitted one of her greatest desires was to have a big family.
"At least eight." She moaned timidly.
Atsushi grinned "My these will be the size of melons after eight children" kneading her breasts softly. "How about 1 or 2 to start? Being a virgin and all."
Iku groaned again. She felt his erection press against her panties.
Without warning she lifted her bottom and shimmied her panties off. Throwing them onto the floor.
"Anxious are we" Atsushi smiled.
Iku covered her face.
"Me, want, lots of, kids, now!"
Atsushi smiled again and leaned down to kiss his wife.
Moving over her entrance he eased against her opening. Iku whimpered and he eased back.
"Ready" he asked and she nodded.
He pushed against her and his mushroom head slid inside her wet core.
Iku began to fidget beneath him and he held her closer, easing in and out slowly.
She felt hot and tight, like a fist had wrapped around him. Years of muscle training he had instilled in her for other purposes coming to bear on him now.
Atsushi stopped at the halfway point as Iku began to pant.
"It's a good thing you lost your physical virginity in training."
Iku just looked up at the perspiration covered face of her now husband. And groaned as the memory of his intense training regime her first month in, had broken her hymen. It had been embarrassing for her, but not an uncommon occurrence for him.
And when the same happened to several of the other female candidates she had felt better.
Right now she felt so full, with a new, wondrous feeling between her thighs. He felt perfect where he was but she wanted more of him inside her. She wrapped her long toned legs around his hips and drew him closer.
Atsushi taken off guard by her forcefulness obliged her and thrust in deeper. Revelling in her wet warmth.
Finally he felt his hips kiss hers.
Iku grabbed him, "Don't move, oh god!" She thrashed and groaned, stifling a scream. He felt her insides tighten and flutter around him. A wash of moisture against his thighs.
"Oh, my" she sighed laxly and blinked "I came."
Atsushi smiled and moved slowly out and back in. Iku bucking and meeting his gentle thrusts.
She was amazing and now she was his. No other man would ever take his princess, the woman who had saved his soul and life.
He felt her tighten and flutter once more and it almost drew him over the edge. He held his release with sheer willpower and watched Iku thrash beneath him again.
"My my, you are rather revved up." He teased.
Iku groaned and stared up at him, her eyes filled with wanton need.
That alone almost made him spill his seed.
Iku could see he was fighting his own need. His face was flushed with exertion as he maintained a relentless but slowly speeding pace, thrusting heavily each time into her with a wet slap of their bodies meeting.
She watched him move his hands from their firm grip on her hips and slowly pull her legs over his shoulders. Adding a new dimension to their encounter.
As he leaned over her body to kiss her, the new position forced her to stretch up into him.
He thrust deeply, his incredibly hard length spearing deeper than anything before.
Iku screamed loudly and came, a new feeling building in her stomach, a familiar but pleasurable sensation.
He thrust again, his tip now butting against her deepest wall.
She wanted him, needed him, and finally had him.
Iku growled and gave up. Her eyes rolling up as he took her completely.
Atsushi could feel it. As she relaxed her inner grip strengthened, with a groan he knew he could not hold off any longer.
"Iku!" He shouted through clenched teeth.
"Atsushi do it, make me yours..."
Iku felt the pressure in the pit of her stomach multiply, as she felt the first splash of his hot seed coat her deepest inner walls, she let it all go with a high pitched scream, the biggest orgasm of their union rocked her body as he pumped rope after rope of his glorious maleness inside her.
Atsushi leaned back just as her entrance exploded in a shower of warm love juice. It coated his thighs and her taunt stomach like a flood.
Iku let her legs fall to either side, utterly exhausted, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.
Falling back into the pillows, Iku, having seen the orgasmic explosion spray out everywhere. She looked up at him, his own chest rapidly rising and falling. A mixture of her lust and his sweat adding a sheen across the toned skin of his body.
"Wow" both said as one.
They paused as Iku blushed.
"Oh my god, I… I'm so sorry!" she apologised.
Atsushi looked at her with a mock glare then smiled "Only you could cum so much you soak the entire mattress."
Iku blushed further if that was even possible. Still buried inside her he moved forward to kiss her. She could taste herself on his lips.
Using his body weight he slowly and leisurely rolled onto his back the motion stirring him back to full mast but with no intention of continuing their love making just yet if at all again that night.
Iku tucked herself into his embrace, the wonderful fullness between her legs giving off a strange sensation of security.
Sleep quickly took them.
Iku's final thought as she drifted off was that marriage definitely suited her.