Disclaimer: I don't own Toshokan Sensou (Library War) or it's characters. Wish I did but. :)
The alarm began to sound at quarter to six on the dot.
Iku groaned and rolled out of bed only then noticing Atsushi was not with her.
Concerned, she moved hurriedly into the kitchen only to find him preparing breakfast.
"Hello, it's exercise day today and you had enough sex last night that you should be satisfied with going without this morning."
Iku blushed brightly, last night had been hot.
The orgasmic cheesecake had melted delectably in her mouth.
She had then proceeded to sit in his lap and continue to savour the treat. After a while Atsushi had begun to stroke her exceedingly damp panties until she had cum again.
The mix of physical pleasure and mouthwatering flavor was a heady one. And once she had finished her own cake she had spoon fed him his while stroking his cock to completion.
After that it was into the bedroom for several hours of mind blowing sex. Each kiss had been tainted with strawberry.
It was just after midnight when they had finally fallen to sleep but not before Iku had pulled on Atsushi's gym shirt nightwear as the season was rapidly growing cooler of a night.
Now as she stood in the kitchen, watching him fill two bowls with rice she realized that she had not put her panties back on.
A smile crept across her lips as she deliberately walked over to the lowest cupboard, swaying her hips excessively before bending over to make out as if searching for something.
Behind her she heard Atsushi fumble, the gym shirt having ridden up and was now revealing her smooth backside fully to him.
"Iku, I think you may be a devil and not me."
Iku stood up quickly and turned on him. Leaning down slightly she kissed him, the faintest taste of strawberry still lingered on his breath and her lips
Once breakfast was finished, they dressed in their exercise clothes (tracksuit pants and sweatshirt hoodies) and headed out for a seven lap jog around the Kanto library base.
Being a local exercise day they passed several familiar faces.
After a while, what first started out as a simple husband and wife jog turned into an endurance race.
Iku was faster, her long legs allowing her to outpace him but she had learnt from years of his training that going too fast would tire her out quickly.
So she maintained a steady rhythm.
After her fourth lap of the base she looked behind her to see he was still with her.
Annoyed somewhat she continued on. Compared to the proper training field which was only four hundred meters, a lap around the base was one point six kilometres [about one full mile] and took on average six minutes to complete. Iku began to tire after her sixth lap and and at halfway through her seventh she looked looked behind herself once more only to see him still with her.
Slowing to his side she noted he was not even panting and held his usual determined expression he usually reserved for training.
"Ten kilometres done, want to race me home." Iku offered.
Atsushi noticed they were currently on the opposite side of the base to their house, which was directly out the front of the library on the other side of the road.
"Sure, but if you lose you will have to do five hundred push-ups." Atsushi stated.
Iku smirked "Fine, but if you lose your buying cake again, dark-choc-mint."
Atsushi nodded "On the count of three, one, two, three!"
Iku shot off like a rocket.
Rounding the corner she dashed across the road and ran up the short walkway to the front door.
Looking up she screamed and careened into Atsushi's waiting arms.
"How the hell did you beat me home?" She shouted.
Atsushi cocked his head sideways and chuckled.
"After you ran off I turned left into the rear gate, crossed the airfield, past the dorms, went under the library and back out the front gate to meet you here... I win!"
Iku glared daggers "You cheated!"
"Nope, I won fair and square you said it was a race back to the house not around the base."
Iku slumped, the sweat pouring off her from the exertion and strain she had put on to race back.
Going as a bird flew meat he only had to run a quarter of the distance she had.
"Bastard midget husband from hell."
Atsushi dropped her instantly causing Iku to fall quite heavily onto the porch with a thud.
"For that my dear… you can do five hundred push-ups one handed on your knuckles... and you can do them right now."
Iku sat gob-smacked as he walked inside leaving her against the threshold.
Atsushi shouted from inside "Come on, I'll give you forty minutes to do it."
Iku stood and trudged inside.
Atsushi sat in the lounge with a sports drink in each hand; he casually passed her one before sipping on the other.
"Iku strip that tracksuit off, your drenched in sweat."
Nodding and feeling the cold clamminess beginning to set in she pulled her top and bottom off, throwing them in the laundry hamper.
"Bra and panties too, you can put your runners back on for comfort but you will do your push-ups... nude... for my enjoyment." He sneered.
Iku shot him a dirty look but he was unfazed. Stripping her sports underwear off she slipped her runners back on.
He was right; doing fire hundred push-ups would be more comfortable in runners than barefooted.
She slinked into the lounge and got down on the floor. It was nearly eight o'clock, since it was a public exercise day the library opened later and as such their shifts started at ten.
Atsushi nodded "Begin!" he commanded.
Iku started slowly counting out loud with each lift.
Atsushi kept his eyes on her.
He marvelled at her form as the perspiration began to re-form all over her body. She had been wet from the intense run and it have given her a slick appearance, but as she strained to perform each push up her could see rivulet after rivulet drip down her body.
She was rather cute when she was mussed and heated. But her insolence at the door had given him the perfect opportunity to both tease and dominate her in a way only he could.
As she counted eighty she paused and switched hands. She placed the other behind her back and he saw the bright red blister that had formed.
He stood and walked around the room; admiring her form.
It was perfect.
Straight backed and rhythmic in the sense that her tempo never altered or changed.
When she called out one hundred and sixty she switched her hands once more.
She cringed momentarily as she applied pressure to her reddened knuckles but continued on.
Atsushi smiled and watched her beautiful behind rise and fall.
She had fucked him like this, forced herself down on his erection time after time the other day.
It had been agony and pleasure all wrapped in one sexy package.
At two hundred and forty her back dipped almost imperceptibly.
"Back straight, eyes forward Dojo!" he shouted.
Iku straightened "YES SIR!" She replied automatically.
At three hundred and twenty, her hands were cracked and bleeding. It pained him but made him proud that she had not stopped in over twenty minutes holding her pace.
He sat down on the coffee table directly in front of her.
"Pick up the pace, you're falling behind." He directed.
Iku nodded and sped up slightly.
Sweat was cascading down her body, pouring off her face, dripping from her nose.
He had seen her do six hundred clap-ups in three sets of two hundred but a straight set of five hundred single knuckle push-ups was demanding, especially on a hard floor.
Slowly he parted his thighs and drew his erection out from his tracksuit pants. Iku stared directly ahead not pausing or slowing her pace.
He smiled at her determination and shuffled sideways so she stared at his knee and not directly at his crotch.
Stroking himself, he imagined her head and lips were bobbing up and down on his cock.
His hardness pulsed beneath his fingers.
Iku's eyes flicked towards him.
"Eyes forward chief librarian." Atsushi ordered.
Iku looked back towards his knee, her pace unfaltering.
Atsushi groaned feeling his release nearing.
Iku counted four hundred and eighty then switched hands for the last time.
Spurned on, he stroked himself with every count she did.
Atsushi bucked his hips as the first drops of pre-cum dribbled from his tip.
Iku shouted "Five hundred!" and dived forward wrapping her sweat soaked mouth around him.
He came instantly shooting long hot streams of his cum down her throat.
Iku coughed and gagged but continued to suck on him hard. Her teeth narrowly grazing his skin.
She pulled off his semi hard erection with a soft pop-like sound and looked up into his eyes. Casually she opened her mouth, revealing his seed before she closed her lips and swallowed.
"You didn't have too" he said, noticing the slightly ill look she presented.
"It's an interesting taste, I could grow accustom to it." She licked her lips "Kinda salty".
Standing slowly, sweat soaked and exhausted she looked beautiful.
Her body was quite impressive, long toned legs led to wide, some would even say, child bearing hips. Her uniform usually hid her abdomen; years of his strength training regimes had given her abs of steel. A clearly defined six/eight pack. Her breasts were very firm and while she may consider them small they were more than a good handful each.
Her arms while not overly muscular for her frame were also toned and firm, following the line to her hands, Atsushi noted that both her knuckles were blistered and bleeding. He grabbed her hands and inspected the damage. Doing five hundred, nude, on a wooden floor was sexy but put a strain on her skin.
She wobbled; disorientated and obviously dehydrated. He stood, did up his pants and retrieved another sports drink for her.
On his return he noticed the sweat puddles that had formed under her. Making her sit and drink he fetched a rag and wiped the floor.
"Wood is not a good surface for knuckle-ups." She commented to him inspecting her hands.
"I noticed, next time I will let you use gloves."
"Next time?" Iku scoffed, finishing her drink in great gulps. "What next time. It will be you on all fours bowing down to me, hell I will make you do crunches or hip thrusts."
Atsushi laughter as she declared her intentions.
"You would still have to beat me my dear and I don't go quietly."