Re: The Spoils of War
Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2025 6:13 pm
God, this was a long day. It honestly didn’t even feel like a day. More like a week. A long, crazy week.
Fighting the most hellish, brutal brawl of her whole life for nearly an hour. Being knocked out repeatedly. Being captured and electrified and tortured. Being strung up and left in a sweaty hell for god knew how long—striking a deal and partnership with the one who was primarily responsible for all of that other stuff happening. And now, finally, the sweat, salty sex that she so richly deserved, as the cherry on top.
Yeah, a crazy sequence of events. As Wendy came down from her high, she realized she had absolutely no idea what time it was.
She was so out of it that she almost didn’t hear Lyssa talking at first, not even properly registering the words. It occurred to her that this current position couldn't be all that comfortable, having a woman nearly twice her size draped over her while she lay on the floor, but fuck it. She’d gotten her this worked up in the first place, she could deal with the fallout.
She turned a lazy eye towards the gym bag, registering what Lyssa said about the clothes - Storm’s clothes. That was a bonus, taking shit from her that she damn sure neve going to get back. She bit her lip as the bluenette nuzzled against her and even started to grind against her once more, but she fought the feeling and held back for now. That was enough stimulation for the day.
Wendy rolled off of Lyssa and crawled towards the bag, not quite ready to spend her energy on standing just yet. She paused, casting a curious eye over her shoulder as Lyssa threw her another proposition, this one more financial.
Wendy didn’t answer right away, instead taking a moment to pull a shirt out and slip it over her upper body - yeah, fit like a glove. Weird as it was, she and Storm had pretty much the same body. They could probably even pass for each other with a wig and a good makeup job.
”Might have a few ideas. Not in the best thinking mood, right now, but…” Her mind raced with all the people she’d gotten into shit with since she came to LAW - it was a long list of unsettled scores. Enough that she’d honestly started to lose track. ”Give me a little bit. I’ll get back to you on that.”
She slipped on the shorts next, snuggling into them, then finally made the effort of standing up. It was a wobbly affair at first, but she pulled it off after a couple of awkward moments. She straightened up, stretched and took an uneasy step towards the door. ”For now, though I’m going to the lockerroom. Need a hot shower, gotta get this grime off. I fucking smell like an old sex toy.”
Wendy took another step, then paused and casted a curious eye towards Lyssa. ”You wanna come with?”
Fighting the most hellish, brutal brawl of her whole life for nearly an hour. Being knocked out repeatedly. Being captured and electrified and tortured. Being strung up and left in a sweaty hell for god knew how long—striking a deal and partnership with the one who was primarily responsible for all of that other stuff happening. And now, finally, the sweat, salty sex that she so richly deserved, as the cherry on top.
Yeah, a crazy sequence of events. As Wendy came down from her high, she realized she had absolutely no idea what time it was.
She was so out of it that she almost didn’t hear Lyssa talking at first, not even properly registering the words. It occurred to her that this current position couldn't be all that comfortable, having a woman nearly twice her size draped over her while she lay on the floor, but fuck it. She’d gotten her this worked up in the first place, she could deal with the fallout.
She turned a lazy eye towards the gym bag, registering what Lyssa said about the clothes - Storm’s clothes. That was a bonus, taking shit from her that she damn sure neve going to get back. She bit her lip as the bluenette nuzzled against her and even started to grind against her once more, but she fought the feeling and held back for now. That was enough stimulation for the day.
Wendy rolled off of Lyssa and crawled towards the bag, not quite ready to spend her energy on standing just yet. She paused, casting a curious eye over her shoulder as Lyssa threw her another proposition, this one more financial.
Wendy didn’t answer right away, instead taking a moment to pull a shirt out and slip it over her upper body - yeah, fit like a glove. Weird as it was, she and Storm had pretty much the same body. They could probably even pass for each other with a wig and a good makeup job.
”Might have a few ideas. Not in the best thinking mood, right now, but…” Her mind raced with all the people she’d gotten into shit with since she came to LAW - it was a long list of unsettled scores. Enough that she’d honestly started to lose track. ”Give me a little bit. I’ll get back to you on that.”
She slipped on the shorts next, snuggling into them, then finally made the effort of standing up. It was a wobbly affair at first, but she pulled it off after a couple of awkward moments. She straightened up, stretched and took an uneasy step towards the door. ”For now, though I’m going to the lockerroom. Need a hot shower, gotta get this grime off. I fucking smell like an old sex toy.”
Wendy took another step, then paused and casted a curious eye towards Lyssa. ”You wanna come with?”