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The Royal Palace Brides	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 9515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            Please stay with me.
            She asked for it… but she didn’t need him to beg. Not that ‘Please’ meant begging, but for an abrasive sort such as her, getting anyone to show decorum and respect was difficult. He volunteered it. Maybe because he was so close to getting what all men wanted? No… Not him.
            Riruka tried to stay in control of her emotions, though she felt giddy inside. “A-alright,” she stuttered forcibly. “Don’t beg or anything.”
            “I wasn’t…” Ichigo refrained from finishing, taken by the shimmer of Riruka’s brown eyes. Her pouting and blushing betrayed her cherished control. His lips tightened, his voice muting to a garbled burble that only accentuated his nervousness.
            Maybe, he thought, keeping their gaze together though they were both trembling to shy away and breathe easy again… But maybe he could be brought to beg. And it wasn’t just that Riruka was beautiful – or ‘cute’, if she’d prefer him to call her that – but it was something deeper than that. It all rushed him at that moment, though of course he had been pondering their relationship ever since he was made aware of her betrothal to him. The attitude he gave him, the awkward glances, treats that she begrudgingly shared during his training, making odd friends with Orihime, even showing mercy at Xcution’s betrayal and throwing herself in the way of Tsukishima’s blade when she could have sacrificed Rukia’s wellbeing. Bonds had been forged between them all throughout their experiences, even if he was too preoccupied to notice!
            A sudden surge; he lifted, wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her into a kiss. A very passionate kiss that stole her breath as well as a mewl. He was not the best kisser – he overpowered her, pressed hard in his passion, didn’t move his hands to cradle other spots of her that wanted his touch – but, she thought as she wrapped her own arms around his neck and deepening the kiss, she had all the time she needed to teach him.
            It was her tongue reaching out for commerce, flicking against his lips in silent instruction. She heard him breathe out; a satisfied moaning sound. Then there was space. She wasn’t patient. Strawberry flavor dashing into his mouth before he felt the softness of her tongue against his. His heart beating faster; he could hear it in his ears, but also the moaning of his wife. When she wasn’t berating or trying to pick a fight, her voice was so sweet, especially when making these sensual – albeit muffled – noised against his mouth.
            He felt the desire swollen and uncomfortable in his loins. Seething a bit, his legs turned to try not to make it her problem. He was…! He was fine with this! Though she had come in these clothes – or lack thereof that dared him to take in an eyeful at every curve – and announced her intention to stay the night… in the same room and the same bed…! He was fine with just this cuddling!
            Until she straddled him. Her knees opened and sat on both sides of his waist, curling her crotch up to his in a very deliberate stroke. He couldn’t hack it, tearing away from their rigorous kiss to take deep breaths, watching as she composed herself with more ease. Her tongue ran out briefly to express how she savored such a kiss from him. At the same time, it displeased her that he broke off before she was ready. “Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t just stop all suddenly like that when we’re getting started!”
            Ichigo swallowed, but couldn’t get his anxiety down. The arm that had so easily held her to him had gone slack and fell off of her body. She didn’t like that either. “It’s just that…” He looked off to the side uncomfortably, trying not to seem so meek. He searched for the words before looking back. That tough guy who saved all worlds and was now the Soul King looked so subdued. “You’re… on me,” he finally got out softly.
            She blinked for a moment. And then doubled over with a small giggle, hiding her smile behind a hand before looking slyly at him. “That’s what’s got you so bashful? How embarrassing for a Soul King.”
            Ichigo growled softly at her playfulness, but she got him under her thumb rather easily by stroking again with her hips against him.
            “If you don’t like it, I’ll leave,” she whispered huskily, though he could easily call her bluff. Her own heat was radiating through her thin garments. She’d even be willing to make counterarguments if Ichigo had tried to take her up on that offer. Instead, his hands came up to clutch at her shoulders; tight, but not warning. Well, not warning to her so much as a warning of himself… He might not be able to control himself.
            Rather than nod in unspoken understanding, she flagrantly swatted a hand off of her. “Don’t think you can tell your wife what to do…” She pressed her sharp grin close to his face, the tassel of her tied-up hair floating against the side of his face. “Stu~pid~♪”
            She descended. Every inch of her was felt and experienced but for these damned robes of his. He should have taken them off; she should have instructed him to before throwing him back on the bed. Haste made waste. When her soft breasts pressed down on him, she wanted him to feel it, and to feel his heart against her bosom! She had to make do. She tore at his robe’s opening, trying to get as much skin showing as she could manage. “Really! What’s with these dumb things?!” Shinigami had no fashion sense! Ichigo could have helped her, but the valiant struggle of hers trying to get beneath was as funny as it was cute. “There!” She went for it again, pushing her boobs down on his chest, letting him experience them like he already had with the Arrancar wife. Not as absurdly massive, but hers were full and plump and just as soft. They flattened beneath her weight and swelled her cleavage. Her generous flush made them look like they were glowing.
            Ichigo was honestly awestruck and fearing that the ridge in the front of his pants would offend her when she brushed it. She might be able to discern it, but right now, it was trapped down against his leg, trying to lift and point up. It’d get trapped in the waist, but then Riruka would definitely feel it amongst her provocative grinding. She did act like she knew the consequences of them being here together, but he wasn’t sure if girls liked a guy who sprung up so quick. He would have been wiser to ask Tatsuki of such things…
            “Well?” Riruka broke him from his musings, staring at him with that less-than-confident look of hers. “What do you think?”
            “What do I think?” he repeated dumbly, his thinking speed cut to a quarter of his normal processing.
            “Yeah, dummy! With Orihime and that Arrancar…” She settled a little before she could start complaining about his attraction to them. “Are you… okay with these?” She didn’t mean to sound so insecure, but it mattered to her.
            How was Ichigo going to answer that without sounding like some kind of pervert?! He sweated, but the possible wrath that would ensue if he deliberated too long outweighed a momentary lapse of perversion. After all, Hell hath no fury… “They’re…” Great? Wonderful? Soft? Exquisite? He couldn’t think of any compliment to give without sounding clumsy or corny. “Perfect,” he blurted.
            And while Riruka didn’t smile, her attitude didn’t seem upset. She just retained that lofty air, batting at her hanging hair idly and saying, “I guess they are.” His compliment was satisfactory.
            She arched her back and pushed them out, and before Ichigo could react, she said, “You can touch them… if you want. It doesn’t matter to me.” Hurry up and touch them! was what he heard.
            All the times Rangiku-san and Yoruichi-san teased him to panic, he’d never gotten a chance to actually enjoy a woman’s attributes. And if his wife was so eager and his morals so laxed, his hands wouldn’t sit aside for any longer. Both came up on either side and clapped onto her tits. They wobbled and she winced at how sudden he caught them. “Hey, hey, not so rough,” she told him without sounding too annoyed.
            “Oh, sorry,” Ichigo stammered, but didn’t keep his attention off of them for long. He returned to looking at them, how they looked in his hands and how easily they were mashed by his merest touch. He kept his enthusiasm and his strength in check; she was delicate, and he was inexperienced. Yet she seemed to like how he was playing with them, murmuring softly with tiny moans, twitching on top of him as he kneaded.
            His interest in them soon honed to a certain point – two separate points, to be accurate. Her flesh yielded to his fondling fingers up to the very peaks, where she had pebbled her rosy pink nipples to stiff points. Touching those actually made her whole body flinch, but when he dared to pinch, he was rewarded with a full-out moan.
            Are they that sensitive? he pondered, loosening his fingers but still keeping her nipples caught between them.
            Riruka was scowling. It wasn’t at all that he was doing anything wrong… except making her all sorts of anxious. When he noticed her furrowed brow and her sneering gaze, he pulled his hands back. “Did-did I hurt you?”
            Stupid! With a prolonged and frustrated groan, she sat up tucking her breasts up over her folded arms; her bra slipped a little upward, showing off the round undercurve of her chest. “You’re so annoying. So I’m going to do you a favor.” She stuck a finger right down to the tip of his nose; his eyes crossed to watch it before tracing back up the arm to meet her eyes. “For tonight only! You-you can…!” Her lips pursed up as she struggled to get out the annoying, embarrassing words. It could still be so hard speaking so intimately to someone she was crushing on, even if he was already her husband! But she was downright determined to get her offer out! “Ichigo,” she started again, blubbering as perspiration began to break across her brow, “I-I permit you… to do whatever you want…!”
            “… Huh?”
            “Not ‘huh?’! I’m giving you permission to do what you feel like you want to do!” She was looming over him again as she yelled down at him. She was so very flustered, and with her aggressive movements, her breasts rocked and swayed until they looked like they’d break free of her tantalizing bra. “So if you”—She choked momentarily on her words—“if you… feel like taking something off… or touching somewhere… I-I won’t say no!” She couldn’t let her successful offer float off without a proud and cocky smirk. “Pretty generous of me, huh?”
            Take something off? Touch wherever he wanted? Under normal circumstances, he’d be overwhelmed and foolishly giddy. He scanned Riruka’s body. Her chest was hovering over him, the swells of flesh looking close to spilling out; the bra was rather thin and unreliable where the wire did not cradle. And of course, there was the rest of her to consider. There was the heat between her legs, the roundness of her bottom and smoothness of her legs and thighs. And to take something off did not necessarily mean only her. A good offer; he was feeling stifled in these robes now.
            He accepted her terms, emboldened by her bravado that whatever he committed to her, she would approve. Her tits… He had to bury his face between them. Though she exclaimed in shock at his sudden appreciation of them, she kept to her word and didn’t object. She latched onto his shoulder only for support and held his head in her other hand to touch his surprisingly soft hair.
            He was smelling her, inhaling deeply the scent of woman and chocolate. She smiled secretly to herself. She chose her perfumes for tonight wisely. But Ichigo had to do more than just feel her chest puff around his face. His left hand crawled up and guided the cup of her bra over the surface of her breast. She inhaled right before he freed the mound. There was definitely weight to them; the freed one bounced once and stilled, her pink nipple come out from hiding.
            Ichigo pulled away to look and memorize. Then, impatiently, he hooked his thumb beneath the strap holding both cups together and tugged it up, freeing the other tit too. Nervously, Riruka almost made to cover them up and make some remark about how she didn’t want to be compared to his other wives. He bypassed her hands before they could cover her and took to her left breast first. He latched, Riruka gasped and clutched his hair. His tongue ran enthusiastically against the nub, poking and prodding it, intrigued by the softness of the breast behind the swollen tip.
            And he didn’t neglect the other one either; not after Riruka picked his hand up from where it idled at her hip and squished it against her bosom. He had no rhythm – something else she looked forward to working on with him – but he had the spirit that would make an amazing lover. In little time, after exploring the surface pleasures of tasting her breasts, he tried out a few things he had shamefully seen in Keigo’s lent collection of naughty videos. Ichigo didn’t want to subject Riruka to any porno treatment, but some things – like smooshing the breasts together and turning the nipples inward to lick both simultaneously – seemed a permissible act that had the girls in the videos wailing with unreserved pleasure.
            He learned in that moment that porn directors hired actors, not real people, when Riruka peered down at him with a skeptical gaze. “What movies have you been watching?” she accused him, reading his supposedly-virgin motives too easily.
            Ichigo flushed in embarrassment. “Never mind,” he groused dismissively. He was happy to go at her chest again, but in more reserved and honest kisses and licks and nursing motions. She chided him, but it did feel good when he employed that technique.
            He could do this all night and feel satisfied in the morning, realizing that Kon’s obsession with boobs may have been totally justified! He dragged his teeth against the nub of her nipple as a test, and Riruka’s intake of air was sharp and delighted. He did it again and then to the other one to receive similar results, though the second one earned him an outward moan and a more cuddling clutch around his head.
            And while he had mentally committed to these spots, Riruka was not so satisfied. All this foreplay, and she could hardly grind against him, let alone touch his skin through those damn robes! It might not have taken much from her to get him to recede – despite her honesty that she was his absolutely for tonight – but a shock of Fullbring more than did the trick to repel him back down onto the bed. And she wasted no time going at his clothes.
            “Get these stupid things off!” she commanded him in her aroused frenzy. She needed to feel him, press their bodies flush together. Good looks and a chiseled body?! For her, it was a crying shame that he buried it under some drab clothes like this!
            Sharing her impatience, Ichigo fumbled to help, wheezing and going for the sash holding the uniform more or less together. Her flailing hands did not do much to help – getting in the way of him untying the knots. Even so, he got it free, the robes went slack, and Riruka gave a quite overjoyed “Aha!” when she pressed the sides away and got a good look at her hubby’s body. Cute was soft and cuddly. He was hot! And now all hers, she could touch without reserve. Starting at his collarbone, watching the lump of his throat bob in a swallow, she dragged her fingernails down his flesh, going to circle his sensitive nipples to see how he liked them touched and teased, worked them down the crags of his pectorals to the grooves of his abs. She couldn’t hide the measure of delight at what a fine, sculpted specimen he was. Down, down, down to where the waist of his hakama stopped her before she could trace the vee leading to his…
            “Ahem!” She collected herself before it could be noticed that she was too excited about his body and what was in store under the rest of his garments. “Well, it’s good that we’re making some progress.” As if her bra wasn’t disheveled and her tits perky and glowing.
            Ichigo sucked on his teeth, wondering if it was alright to return to suckling her breasts again. He was really enjoying that. “What now?”
            She scoffed. What a stupid question… until she realized that it gave her permission to assume the reins. She crossed her arms again, acting like it was just a casual idea when she said, “I guess I’ll just have to show you. But don’t expect me to do this for you often.” She shuffled her legs down, crawling backward until her line of sight was level with his waist. The look of recognition and surprise on his face was worth the travel alone. She did her best not to look too elated by his reaction. Her fingers danced along the waistline, tucking under and taking hold. But not descending just yet. She felt a shift under his clothes, something eagerly waiting to meet her. The feeling was mutual, but she wanted to remember how her Ichigo looked.
            With some smugness, she shimmied down his bothersome pants and drawers and got smacked wetly at the bottom of her jaw. She blinked and heard the fleshy slap of something heady landing on Ichigo’s lower abdomen. Obviously it was… but no way it could have been…
            It was.
            Her eyes went blank, mouth gaped, and the facts seemed to materialize out of her throat: IT’S HU~GE→♥ Not that she was expecting him to be undersized and secretly hoped he’d rise to stature, but this was more than she hoped! My-my jaw will lock up, she dreaded. And he’s been shy around girls?!
            Ichigo had his own reservations just by being unleashed. He was going to make a petition that she needn’t do anything she was uncomfortable with – forgetting that she had permitted free use – but her reaction caused some great concern. He blushed seeing her leveled with his erection, and then asked, “Are you alright?”
            Snapping her head embarrassed to the right, she replied, “Of-of course not. Why didn’t you warn me it’d be so big?”
            Ichigo steamed with mortification and male hubris. Admittedly, he was never embarrassed about the size, but it took a lot of nerve to show it off regardless when trying to avoid a typical perverted male stigma.
            “Like I said,” she stammered to remind him, now scooping him into both hands, “don’t expect me to do this all the time!” She raised it, gawking as it came up from his pelvis so she could really get a good look at it. It’s… long… and thick. She swooned a little, and on impulse, she went for the head, starting with a kiss; a wetter kiss than she intended when she discovered the abundance of liquid arousal at the head. Well, the precursor was always sweeter than what followed; she didn’t mind kissing again before slipping her mouth over it.
            His reaction was louder than when she had reacted to his hot mouth covering her breasts. Stood to reason; his shaft was more sensitive, his anticipation greater. His hands slapped down on the bed, rumpling the sheets in his fists.
            Riruka sighed taking him in, exhaling through her nose in an even breath as she dared to only go halfway down. Further than that would get too close to choking her. He should be happy she was doing this for him at all! She made her mental mark on the comfortable spot, and then began to roll her mouth on him, massaging him with moans as her tight lips dragged back and forth, her tongue active mostly at his head.
            Jeez, he’s hard too. She had been under the impression that the bigger they were, the softer they’d be. How much lifeblood could be spared from the brain to get this thing so potent?!
            Ichigo’s resolve to hold onto his climax was weak; the persuasion of his wife’s mouth was strong. He never knew his tip could be so sensitive to something as subtle as the flicker of a tongue. Masturbating, he’d try some things here and there, but the main pleasure came from a strong grip around his shaft. Her lips weren’t nearly as tight as his fist, yet he could already feel himself breaking.
            As if sensing his distress and determined to put him under more, Riruka pushed her hand up under his sac and massaged the twin contents. He peered down at her, her name passing as a gasp through his lips, and found her smirking up at him with her mouth still full of his cock. He warned her that it was coming. Her reply? Taking his hand from the bedsheet and placing it at the back of her head.
            Here.
            Ichigo came in that moment. The smirk disappeared, and Riruka had to endure the taste and texture. She tried to swallow the bursts quickly so they did not linger, but there was no helping it. She just couldn’t keep up with the high volume and constant upheavals. “Gah~” she groaned around his dick, her lips opening in revulsion and losing a good amount. That was enough for her. She’d nothing to prove, and she did more than enough by swallowing most of the start! That flavor lingered in her throat. She wiped her mouth and her tongue on her sleeve before she noticed Ichigo staring at her; heaving and recovering, but still staring at her.
            She paused and then scoffed. “What are you looking at? It’s yours, anyway.”
            Ichigo was still gulping desperately for air. “Yeah,” he mindlessly agreed, focusing on the sensation of his essence running down his length in sloppy rivulets.
            Riruka looked at it like a spoiled meal. “Why’d you have to make such a big mess?” she said in disdain, poking a finger into one of the sticky white veins of goo.
            Ichigo held his tongue. It had been a while, if he was honest.
            For a few seconds, she contemplated the dilemma. To her shock and relief, he was still raring to go; a benefit of his impressive endurance. But now that he was flavored with semen, she wasn’t so sure about fitting it back in her mouth. “Hmph!” She had an idea. An idea that involved her rotating on him, swinging her backside around to poise over Ichigo’s head. Her panties were the main attraction, after all. She had such a cute, pert bottom, it was a shame not to show it off. And he was no doubt lusting to see under the crotch of her thong. He could probably taste the heat; she could already feel herself sweating under the silk.
            “Well, don’t just sit there like a lummox!” She loved him gawking at her, though. “Take them off and hand them to me!”
            Take them off? Ichigo felt like a Kenpachi-level reiatsu was suddenly bearing down on him as he ogled Riruka’s provocative panties. He was supposed to be choosing what was coming off and what was to be touched. Riruka flipflopped a lot, but he wouldn’t cower to this offer. With homage to their delicacy, Ichigo reached with both hands to carefully peel the panties away, particularly intrigued as it pulled slow and tight from between her buttocks. She seemed aloof, but she was looking behind her, watching intently as Ichigo unveiled every last bit of her for his gaze. Her sex was uncovered, the panties loose and drooping to midthigh where they were caught by the spread of her legs right above Ichigo’s face.
            He breathed heavily upon seeing. Riruka’s mound was wet, her short and contained curls matting from the moisture from her vaginal lips, which bloomed invitingly. Her little anus was also on display; Ichigo tried to give her the decency not to eye that part too much, though she was bearing all to him.
            “Take them off, I said,” Riruka instructed with a nervous hitch in her voice.
            Ichigo had to be brought back to his senses to remember. But it wasn’t easy when her underwear was trapped between her knees and his body. She was gracious enough to help in that endeavor, rocking her weight to one side to slip the underwear off one leg, and then repeating for the other. She took/snatched the garment from him, berated him for not complimenting how cute they looked on her, and proceeded to use them to mop up his dripping cum from his cock. Her arousal had soiled them anyway.
            Now the Spider-Hag could have some laundry to clean for her.
            “Well~” drawled the wife. “You can do whatever you want to do now~” And she’d do the same; starting with undoing her ponytail. She slipped the hairband off, and her magenta-colored hair fell down in a lovely cascade on his sensitive thighs. All part of the technique. Her soft hair swished across his skin as she went right back for his shaft, back to sucking and licking and making sounds of effort and pleasure just for pleasing him.
            And Ichigo didn’t intent to be a slouch. He knew what she was implying. She wouldn’t have taken this position if it was something as simple as removing her underwear. He hugged her waist and pulled her into a deep squat – she yelped around his cock – and began to know her intimately with his tongue. The true flavor of a woman drenched his tongue when he dragged through her folds. They were so soft and slick, contrasted to when his reach extended to her trimmed pubic hair. It was all engaging for him, from taste to scent to sight to touch to sound – how his tongue sounded sliding through her wetness and how her voice responded. But that secret weapon of her hair moving against his thighs and balls was more than he could actually contend with. Like this, he wasn’t sure he’d last very long at all, even if a man’s second round was supposed to be sustained.
            He’s licking there, Riruka squealed in her mind, her muffled grunts puffing against the cock in her mouth. She jolted, though, when a kiss was planted on her left cheek; a random act, but too close for comfort on him crossing some uncrossed boundaries. “H-hey! Watch it!” So much for her allowing him free access to all of her tonight…
            He missed her clit often, but not so often that she would get irritated. She would, however, take a break from nursing on him to sway her hips and sort of lead him to the right spots. Ichigo caught on quick and made it his mission to lick more directly at that crest of her labia.
            When she cried out in pleasure, the vibrations warned his cock that he shouldn’t ease up himself. He had more to give, and he decided that it shouldn’t be in offending her mouth. If he was given reign in the night, he should take it. Like an animal or some sort of barbarian, he hoisted Riruka off of him, her world a jumble until she found herself flat on her back, arms held by the wrists at the sides of her head, and Ichigo looming over her with unbound passion in his eyes.
            She didn’t dare test him now. She felt his desire, and her own fed off of it. Eagerly, she spread her legs to welcome his stay. Her breasts heaved with her heavy breaths. He didn’t place her the right way; they were in a mess toward the foot of the bed, away from the comfort of the pillows. Neither cared. They just looked at each other in anticipation, drank in this reverent moment, and then Ichigo proceeded with his hips.
            A dead-on mark, first try. He took the plunge and was done with his virginity. His tongue had found her entrance, and it was a snug fit. Spreading her over his cock was even more of a stretch. Riruka gave a low-pitched groan and held onto him with her legs – the only limbs allowed to move when he was holding down her arms. Ichigo bowed, gritting his teeth in a hiss before unclenching with a sharp shout. Tight! So very tight! And warm! The procession of husband consummating his wife was drawn out, him respecting every inch that parted around him, her reveling that she could actually fit him inside of her!
            He didn’t let go of her wrists until he came to the end of her tunnel – knowing he shouldn’t go further when Riruka gave a soft “Ouch” when he pressed against the obstruction. So this was sex, he mused. This was the inside of his wife, Kurosaki Riruka.
            He pumped instinctively, her moaning in appreciation. But in that thought, he began to wander. Wander to darker, more bestial and territorial thoughts. Riruka was his now… but he wasn’t her first.
            His hips were on autopilot, moving in the machinations of instinctual habit. Riruka was curling up beneath him, holding onto his body, whimpering and moaning in ecstasy. No glib looks or sardonic remarks; she moved and clutched as he wanted her.
            But did she do that also with the other men? Those were thoughts and images that began to bubble up and dread the Soul King, making his blood boil and his actions frantic. He couldn’t bear to think of it, yet his mind could not help but concoct the sights of Riruka in the throes of passion with another! Saying he would not get along with them was an understatement!
            The pressure of his power began to flare, causing the room to tremble and fill with ill omens. A greater flex might actually put some damage where he didn’t mean to, but these emotions were getting out of control in his heightened state. A low growl quickly escalated into a rising roar. He was getting angry, and his hips proved that. He was getting frustrated. He was…!
            Her hands on his face suddenly, and his eyes flashed open, and all pressure in the room subsided. Riruka, caressing his face, was looking up at him. She was in such a state of euphoria… and she wanted him to join her. His hips had begun pounding rougher, but she was concerned for him. She stroked his cheek with her thumbs, held his gaze, and wracked her body beneath him in time with his thrusts. Though she wasn’t saying anything, the message was clear: I am with you.
            She was gorgeous. There was day and night in the Royal Palace, and there was moonlight. It splashed in through the open balcony and pitched her in an angelic glow. Her long loose hair fanned about her head, pulling delicately when she lifted to kiss him. Her body was so warm and soft, yet when he pressed down on her to maintain the kiss, she didn’t complain. She held his weight, whispered something that he couldn’t hear and she wouldn’t repeat any time soon, and then climaxed. She held his hips still inside of her – “Don’t pull out,” she gasped – and began flexing around his cock.
            He knew what it could mean. He shoved his face into the nape of her neck, muffling his cry of pleasure as he began pouring their future into her. He curled in time with the jets, grunting and sighing at his diligence, Riruka equally doing her part to milk and squeeze every last drop into her womb. Then they stilled but for the heavy breathing of a successful copulation.
            How long was that peaceful elation before Riruka was well enough to knock at his head? “Hey! Are you planning to lay on top of me all night?! I can’t breathe, idiot!”
            Tired, Ichigo rolled off of her, onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He’d always thought, after his first time, he’d lie awake, unable to sleep, and just be thinking about the future. Instead, he just wanted to rest. And how comfortable it was to doze when Riruka cuddled up at his side, resting her head and hand on his chest, seeking warmth and comfort… since he didn’t lay her at the pillows.
            “Were you upset?” Riruka asked after some time of silence.
            Ichigo looked to be asleep. “… A little.”
            Riruka frowned.
            “But… not now. Not anymore.” The arm around her tightened, pulled her closer for warmth and comfort. “It doesn’t matter.”
            “Hmph!” Riruka looked like she wanted to smile, not frown. “It doesn’t matter. It’s you and me now…” She looked up, and he cracked an eye to look down. “Right?”
            There were some details missing, but… “Yeah.” He could assure her that, from now on, it would just be her and him. He was glad that she nodded with a grunt and could lay her head back down, contented. But, with a playful grin spreading on his tired features, he had to ask, “What did you say before… right before…?”
            He felt her jerk and scoff. “Nothing. Stupid. It’s your fault if you can’t hear because of your own stupid moaning.”
            He grinned, kept her close, and rested… until they moved to the pillows, got under the blankets, and engaged in some pillow talk.
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It has been a while since I wrote a kiwi, so I feel a bit self-conscious about this chapter. I wanted to add more of Ichigo himself feeling self-conscious (being Boy#3 in Riruka’s list) but I couldn’t fit it in except at the end. Well, it’s the closure of the ‘Spoiled’ arc, so it’s not like Ichigo needs to feel inadequate anymore.
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