Most people just bitch and moan about rainy weekends... but Duo and Hilde aren't most people.
Hilde screams....
Duo yells....
the walls end up dented and scarred,
the wooden furniture scratched,
clothes ripped and strewn across the floor,
and curtains hanging at odd angles.

On Rainy weekends, the Maxwell's wage war.

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Friday pm

Hilde stood up and stretched as she turned off her computer. It had been a hellacious week, but she'd worked extra hard to finish the books and inventory, and was ready for a relaxing early night.

She walked into the garage where Duo was slumped over a lap top testing components from a broken down suit. She tiptoed up behind him, sliding her arms around his back and burying her nose in his hair. "Hey sweetie, I'm all done in the office so I'm going to head on into the house and take a nice long bath."

Duo reached back, holding her head as he turned to kiss her. "Ok babe, I'll be done soon."

She gave him a quick tight hug, and turned to leave. She was half way up the stairs to their house when she heard him say in a quite voice, "It's getting kinda dark, looks like rain."

She stopped and turned to face him, eyes wide, glancing out the garage door at the gathering clouds and soft breeze. "Duo..."

His smile turned predatory as he heard her whisper his name. He said nothing, but his eyes held the promise of the battle to come.

Hilde backed up against the wall for support and slowly made her way up the rest of the stairs, never taking her eyes off him.

She threw the door open and darted to their room, slamming the bedroom door and racing to the bathroom.

Leaning against the bathroom door, she breathed deeply and tried to regain her composure. "DAMN him! I worked hard to get out of there early so I could enjoy a nice long hot bubble bath, and by GOD I'm going to have one!" After locking the door, she carefully undressed as the big oval tub filled to the top.

With a sigh of pleasure, she slid into the huge mound of steaming bubbles, and as her heartrate slowed, she gradually relaxed and dozed.

~*~

She awoke hearing a clicking noise. A metallic, repetitious clicking. ~What is that?~ As she lay buried in bubbles, she slowly forced her eyes open and saw Duo sitting across from her on the counter, leaning back against the wall, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. In his hands he had a pair of hand cuffs which he was rhythmically opening and closing.

She glanced at the door and saw it standing wide open. Her eyes closed briefly. Since when had a locked door ever kept Duo out. She looked back up at him, trying to gauge his next move.

Looking at her through his bangs, his eyes a deep dark shade of violet, he smiled at her.

"It's raining Hildie."

~*~

Hilde slid even further down into the bubbles as Duo languidly slipped off the counter top...spinning the handcuffs on his finger.

He knelt beside the tub where only the top of Hilde's head and her eyes were visible. "Looks like the rain's set in for a couple of days. I guess we won't be having a bar-b-q at Quatre's after all." He leaned down until he was mere inches from her wide-eyed, half buried face, "What WILL we find to do all weekend? I sure hope we don't get BORED." his intense eyes, boring into hers, promised that it would in fact be just the opposite.

Hilde sat up and opened her mouth to squeal in protest, but got a mouth full of water instead, as a great wave cascaded over her head and out onto the bathroom floor.

Sputtering incoherently as she rubbed the soap out of her eyes, the first thing she felt was the rough texture of denim against the inside of her calves. Squinting towards the end of the tub she saw Duo, still fully dressed, on his knees between her bent legs.

"Hilde, this is one time, I'm going to win, and once I do, you're not going to believe the things I'm going to make you do." He lowered himself until his body was parallel with hers, holding himself above her with his arms.

She slid down in the tub attempting to get out from between his arms and make a quick getaway, but he hooked his hands under her arms and hauled her up against the back of the tub, finally laying down and using his body weight to stop her squirming. "Oh no Hilde. If you think I'm going to let you escape and go for ammo, you're crazy." He moved his hips and found a comfortable spot to lay on, right between her legs. "I've got you where I want you, and now all you have to do is admit defeat so we can get on with the fun. I think a little French maid will do quite well for this weekend!" Grinning down at her smugly, he leaned in and bit her ear.

"Never! I will NOT lose!" Hilde gasped at the feel of wet denim against the most sensitive area of her body, and the feel of soft wet lips brushing the hallow of her neck. His hands skimmed down the sides of her body making her shiver as his thumbs grazed the undersides of her breasts. Suddenly he clasped his hands around her waist and hauled her upright and out of the tub. Before she could react he had her face down on the floor and her hands cuffed behind her back.

"Damn you Duo! This is ~UN~fair! This was an ambush! AAAAHHH..."

He flipped her over onto her back and stopped her bitching with his mouth. He kissed her until she was fighting for air, then chewed on her bottom lip as she lay gasping for breath. "'All's fair in love and war' Hildie! ...and you know THIS is war!" With that said, he picked her up, and slung her little wiggling body over his shoulder. "The 'love' comes after you surrender!"

"Duo you FUCKHEAD! Let me go! You only cuffed me because you know you'll lose if my hands are free! DAMN IT ALL Duo Maxwell, put me down!" she shrieked in his ear as she tried to kick him in the balls. "DUUUOOOOOO!!!! You son of a bitch! let me go! This is NOT FAIR!"

"Shut up Hildie," and with a quick slap to her ass, he effectively, if only momentarily, silenced the squirming Hilde.

~*~

She grunted as she hit the mattress, and flopped around until she was on her back with her hands under her. She could see Duo standing at the end of the bed with that huge lecherous grin on his face and the devil in his eyes as he surveyed his future conquest. She remained silent as he reached down and lifted her foot. Kissing the arch, and sucking each toe as he spoke, "Yes, French maid will do nicely." he kissed up her calf. "Short black fluffy skirt barely covering your ass," she caught her breath as he licked the back of her knee. "Black fishnet stockings up to mid-thigh. Right up to here," he bit the inside of her thigh, sucking on it hard enough to leave his mark. "and frilly white panties peeking out from underneath the skirt every time you move and bend over." Hilde moaned as he licked her up the center, at last flicking the spot that needed the most friction.

Sparks flew, and her brain temporarily dimmed, "Oh, Duo..."

He raised his eyes and looked at her as his tongue then played everywhere but where she wanted it most. He sucked on one of her wet swollen nether lips, nipping it with his teeth, but avoided the mass of nerves that was begging for attention. "Even the best know when to admit defeat, Hilde."

"NO!" she kicked at him.

He caught her foot and pushed her knee up to her chest, "Hildie! Face it, you are my prisoner of war. There is no escape and you cannot win. To fight is to punish yourself." He bent down and nipped her clit once with his teeth, "Give in to me NOW! A sacrifice to The God of Death!"

Hilde's iron stubborn streak kicked in as her temper ignighted at his teasing. Defiantly she refused to give in.

They glared at each other, clashing wills, then with a growl of frustration, Duo got up off the bed and went for reinforcements.

~*~

His arrogance, and the ambush in the bathroom, made her want to smack him. So, while he was out of the room, she quickly devised a plan for freedom and vindication.

Rolling around on the bed, she made it up onto her knees.

When he came back into the room carrying a large box, she looked up at him through the wet bangs hanging in her face, she shivered and played up her pitiful waifish 'drowned rat' appearance. "Duuuo, SWEEEEETIE, these cuffs are really hurting my wrists. I think they're too tight, I can't feel my fingers," she pouted as a single tear dripped out of her eye.

"Hilde, don't even think about it," but even as he said the words, he'd set the box down, and moved to the side of the bed to begin checking the cuffs. She sniffled extra loud as he touched one wrist, and let out a little sob.

With a sigh, Duo took out the key and began to unlock one cuff. "We'll just move these to the front.......I want you comfortably on your back anyway." He leered down at the perky breasts she had thrust out for full effect, as he pulled a free wrist in front of her and went to grab the other one.

Hilde however, had other plans. She jumped up, fully standing on the bed... putting Duo's eyes dead even with two very tight succulent nipples. In the split second of his shock and distraction, Hilde jumped off the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Her momentum sending them down onto the floor just like she had planned. ~now lets see who admits defeat little boy~

~*~

She straddled his waist and smiled as the tables had turned. The wet T-shirt material ripped easily in her hands. She may be small, but she was strong, and quite skilled when it came to divesting her Shinigami of his clothes. With her vast experience of striping Duo, he was shirtless in no time. The unfair advantage he had gained in the bathroom had been chequed, and now, the true battle for control would commence on fair..... well, semi-fair ground. Hilde was a very special girl... not just anyone could fight the God of Death and win, but with a small secret smile, Hilde unlocked the other cuff from her wrist, ~French maid INDEED! We'll just see about that!~

She leaned down and started licking his neck. "Duo, you're a bad bad boy! Just what were you thinking? You KNOW I'll win, and you'll be MY little boy-toy for the rest of the weekend!" each word was said with a kiss as she slowly worked her way down his neck to his hard pink nipples. Her nails slowly moving down his stomach.

"Don't count on it Hilde, you haven't won yet."

~*~

Hilde smiled indulgently at her God of Death as she sat perched on his stomach. He may be a mechanical genius, but sometimes, in typical male fashion, he could be so dense.

They'd been married seven years, and they'd lived together three years before that. ...and he still hadn't learned that she was by far superior when it came to their Rainy-Weekend Wars. Although she had to give him credit for catching her asleep while she was in the bathtub; it was a dirty move, but then so was what she had done to get out of the cuffs. If he wasn't such a sweetie he wouldn't have unlocked the handcuffs, therefore she would have surely lost because she could never resist Duo's talented agile tongue.

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...6 years prior...

The Birth of War

The Maxwell's had realized early on that business and pleasure didn't mix well, and with their business and home being at the same location, it became blatantly clear that they needed rules. The first of which was, all work must be done during the week. There would be NO weekend work. NO exceptions. Weekends were totally for them to spend time together and have fun. Now that's not to say they didn't sneak in a couple of quickies here and there in a spare construction suit or on the tool boxes during work hours, but they rationalized that behavior as bringing good karma to the garage. Their booming business seemed to support that theory, so who were they to dispute it?

Their life together was loving, successful, and sexually fulfilling, with only one snag....Rainy weekends. That was when they became like caged animals. Circling and snarling at each other, tempers frayed with too much energy and no where to expel it. They were too alike, and on those weekends, when their temper's flared, they could barely stand the site of each other, and it became a match of sarcasm and spitefulness.

It was during one of these weekends when Hilde snapped. Duo had been feeling abnormally vicious after an argument, and decided to ask her if she'd put on some weight, she looked a little bloated. To a woman, those are fighting words, and a legitimate reason to kill! With a banshee scream she ran across the room and jumped his ass, knocking him to the floor, hitting him with the remote and trying to strangle him with his own braid. When she threatened to shove the remote down his throat or up his ass, he'd grabbed her arms, rolled over on top of her and decided that the best strategy to shut her up would be to use his own mouth. She fought, she kicked, she tried to bite him, but all the struggling accomplished was to settle Duo more firmly between her thighs. He grabbed both her hands and pinned them to the floor above her head. "Hilde, you little bitch, I got something to shove down your throat or up your ass!" His eyes flashed wickedly as he bent down and bit her sharply on the neck as one hand slid down and pushed up her shirt. Hilde stopped struggling and her body went lax as the anger, that was never really anger, turned into lust and passion, and they did it on the living room floor in one big mad violent animalistic rush.

Afterwards, Duo...being Duo... began to initiate these fights on purpose, and over time they developed into a war of wills and a fight for dominance. They were two very stubborn, strong willed, playful people, who liked control, but also like to occasionally submit, so their rainy weekends always start out as a little War, with one goal and one rule. Their goal is to make the other cum---He or she who cums first on Friday night, becomes the slave of the other, for the rest of the weekend. The only rule..... there is to be no actual intercourse between them until AFTER the war is won. It is truely a match of wits, and dexterity.

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He lay there panting,... he loved it when she became forceful. There's just something incredibly erotic about her ripping his clothes off to get to his skin. She liked to lay on him, and rub her breasts on his chest, making her sensitive nipples hard.. She was so warm, and where she sat on his stomach, he could tell she was very wet. He was painfully hard and had been since he'd looked outside that afternoon and saw the storm clouds. He knew she had worked hard to get out of the office early so she could take a long bath and relax in peace. But that hadn't kept him from sneaking in on her while she was sleeping. He HAD warned her of the coming rain and he was determined that this weekend was going to be his. Hilde had won the last two, and THIS weekend there was NO way he was going to put on a loin cloth or a black leather dog collar. At least around his neck...he grinned at that thought. His Hilde was one kinky baby, and she could get quite creative when it came to making him her slave. Sometimes he lost just so he could be at her mercy. Really, how bad was it being forced to let her sit on his face for two hours while she watched a movie? ~hmm....maybe... ~ He sighed as he felt her move against his stomach. ~God, yes maybe...~ then he opened his eyes and saw her smirk. ~ hell NO! I'm going to get her into those white frilly panties and fishnet stockings yet! Then her ass is MINE!~

~*~

Hilde leaned down once again rubbing her body against his. She kissed his cheek as she reached for his braid. Sitting up, she smiled down at him as she played with the soft loose end, "It's so soft Duo," and she brushed it over her throat and across her nipples, throwing her head back as she swept it down her stomach. "mmm, and it makes me so hard." she moved her hips on his stomach letting him feel how wet she was as she leaned down to brush a tight nipple against his lips, "see?"

He was breathing hard as he reached out with the tip of his tongue to flick her, then unable to stop himself, he latched his lips on to the taunt sweet nipple and began to suck like a starving man.

She ran her hand down his arm, tickling the inside of his elbow. With a moan she detached his lips from her nipple, and clicked a cuff around his wrist.

Duo's eyes snapped open and looked at his hand, "What the fuck?!? Hilde!" he yanked on his arm, but found that she had attached the other end to the heavy wooden leg of the bed. "Damn you!"

She smiled sweetly as she ran her fingers down his chest until they could tease just inside his jeans, "like you said Duo, 'All's fair...'"

She moved down and sat on one of his out stretched legs as he tested the strength of the metal and wood. She bent and kissed him, licked across his jaw line, and down to his chest to his stomach, pinching his nipples as she tongued his navel.

He lay there on the floor, looking at her through heavy lidded eyes. Breathing deeply and slowly, trying to clear his head and gain his self control. He could over come this. He could win. No problem.

She slid her hand inside his still damp jeans, "Are you wet for me Duo?" she brushed the head of his member with the tips of her fingers. Withdrawing her hand she showed him her slightly wet fingers before she sucked each one clean, "mmm oh yes, you're wet." She reached down, slowly unzipping him, then in one fast swipe, had both his jeans and boxers pulled down to his ankles. Hilde grinned wickedly, dragging one finger down his length, "Oh my, Duo! That looks painful!"

He sighed heavily ~then again, maybe there was a problem after all.~

~*~

Hilde rubbed her nose against the side of Duo's aching erection as she peered up at him, "Ready to give up?"

Duo closed his eyes against the site of his little imp teasing him and promising him heaven...and hell. "Hell NO!" He could feel her every breath against him, and was on the verge of selling his soul, but he had plans for the next two days, and she was going to pay for this torture. Pay BIG time.

She flicked her tongue out and licked down his length. "MMMMM, why don't you just go ahead and cum for mama, and then I'll let you be my plaything for the next two days."

"Fuck you Hilde! You're going to be my little French fuckin' MAID for the next two days, and when I get tired of making you run around SERVING me with the frilly white panties on, I'm going to take them off and make you SERVICE me. And every time you bend over, you'd better watch out!"

Hilde giggled and bounced on his outstretched leg, "Such big talk from a guy who's handcuffed to the leg of the bed. You're not going anywhere, and you aren't going to do anything. Face it, little boy, you've already lost, and I have WON. Your not cumming yet is a mere technicality that I'm going to take care of in just a minute." She grinned down at him. It wasn't actually a grin really, it was more like a predatory showing of teeth; She wanted to eat him up. Duo shivered and his penis twitched. She'd been right about one thing, he was wet... VERY wet. He had to hurry or he'd never make it.

He watched her stand up and look in the box he had brought in earlier. They had boxes stashed all over the house. They continuously hoarded new goodies for these wars.... and Hilde somehow always found just the right thing to drive him insane. He groaned at the thought, and swallowed hard as she pulled a little red bottle and a blue jar out of the box.

~Oh SHIT!~ he closed his eyes again and concentrated. He could NEVER resist her when she used that stuff. Hilde was pulling out the big guns, and if he didn't get his proverbial ass in gear, he was going to end up barking at the foot of the bed and begging for 'Hildie snacks'.

She knelt down beside him and slowly began stroking his penis...pausing only to slightly squeeze the tip. "This weekend you will refer to me as Mistress Hilde, and I will finally show you the true secret tradition of German women." Once again she smiled sweetly and looked angelic; masking the demoness with a penchant for slow torture that lurked inside.

~What?~ Duo froze, ~what the hell is she talking about? Damn...that could be good! Maybe I should....~ then visions of Hilde in nothing but a lace apron, and a little white lace hat danced through his mind..~mmmm... and black 6 inch stiletto pumps.... Fuck that Mistress bullshit! I'm gonna have her bent over a chair!~ Then his eyes popped open as the first drop hit his engorged penis. She was staring at him as she slowly poured the red oil drop by drop. Their eyes were locked as she reached down and smoothed it out with her hand. She grinned up at him, and never breaking their gaze, she leaned down and gently blew on him, setting the oil on fire. She licked the tip with her tongue, then took him into her mouth.

"Hilde!" ~Oh GOD, so fucking damn wet. so fucking damn hard. so fucking damn GOOD. shit shit shit. Hurry up Maxwell. You're not going to be begging for anything this weekend!~

Her eyes slid shut as she used her hands to massage the base and concentrated just on the head. Sucking it delicately, nibbling on the tip with her teeth, using her tongue to massage and tease him. She then began rubbing the insides of his thighs as she took him all in and went for the kill. Sucking him in fast as his hands sifted through her hair.

She suddenly stopped, but couldn't lift her head.

~HANDS???~

He slowly lifted her head, pulling her mouth off his penis. She was completely frozen and said nothing, only stared at him, mouth gaping.

It was his turn to smile as the upper hand was his once again. "Now, WHO was being bad Hildie?"

Hands still tangled in her hair, he pulled her up against his chest until they were face to face. His thumbs caressed her cheeks and then slid down to encircle her neck. He could feel her pulse beating double time as her eyes slid to the open cuffs on the floor, and he knew then, that she knew she'd been had.

His grip on her upper arms was unbreakable, and she was stuck. He held her there, laying on his chest looking down at him, until the full magnitude of his deceptive little plot sank in.

Grinning up at her manically, he could taste the victory. He pushed her off of his chest, then stood and pulled her up off the floor. "You didn't think I'd come in there while you were in the bathtub, without a plan did you? You were asleep for quite a while." He let go of her hands, setting her free. The chase was half the fun.

"But how could you know!" Hilde stomped her foot and pouted as she inched her way to the door.

"I prepared for everything, including you getting those cuffs on me!" He held up the tiny lock-pick he had used to unlock the cuffs, then lifted up his braid and shook it at her. "you're getting soft Hilde. You slipped up and forgot something very important; never ASSUME anything!" Then he slowly stalked her across the floor. "You're one unpredictable babe, but I told you I was not going to lose this time." She took off, running out the door. "Hey! where ya goin' Hildie?" he started laughing.

He chased her from room to room, and finally cornered her in the dinning room. He could tell she was trying to think fast and come up with a counter attack, but this time he had her cornered and wasn't about to let her out of his grasp. He smiled and reclined against the door frame, eyes narrowing. "What's it going to be Hilde, the nice soft bed, the floor, or right here on the dinning room table? Come to me now and I'll let you choose the location of your demise." His eyes were glassy and almost black, "Make me chase you and I get to take my victory where ever and however I wish."

Hilde's eyes darted around the room looking for an escape, but he was blocking the only exit. There was the small side bar that opened to the kitchen, but he'd catch her before she could get over it. The only way out was to get him to leave the door way and chase her, and since he was faster, she had to hope that her agility was enough to help her avoid his arms.

Bitting her lower lip, she moved towards him. "The bed, I choose the bed. Will you carry me there?" She walked towards him, and he grinned as he moved to meet her. She held out her hand, but just as his fingers touched her, she jerked away and ran in the opposite direction around the table, thinking he'd follow her. False assumption was once again her down fall, as he merely jumped up on the table, and grabbed her as she ran by.

"It's my turn to play Hildie!" He lifted her up onto the table and pushed her down. "and I think it's my turn to be on top."

"Duo!" She struggled to sit up, but he was straddling her waist, using his thighs on either side of her, to hold her in place. He laughed at her as he held up the small blue jar she had taken from the box earlier. She gasped, "No Duo, please. Not that!"

He laughed again, quite enjoying himself now; savoring his winning moment.... making it stretch out... making her suffer. "Oh? 'Not that'? Why not? Weren't you going to use it on me?"

She wiggled on the table and bucked her hips, but he wasn't to be budged.

He opened the jar and held the lid under her nose. "ewww yuck! STOP it!"

Duo was almost giddy as he set the lid down and scooped up a little blob of blue gel with one finger. "I'm going to make you scream Hildie. You're going to be begging me to let you cum. And if you're a good girl, and you ask sweetly, I just might help you."

She grabbed his wrist and pushed, but he was too strong and pinned her hands above her head with his other hand. She twisted and tried to bite him, all to no avail, and at last he found his destination and smeared the gel all over her nipples.

She froze at the shock of cool gel touching her skin. When she looked up at him, he was sitting perfectly still and watching her intently. Waiting.

He knew the second the affect of the icy-hot hit her. Her whole body tensed for several seconds, then she let loose a scream of pure pleasure and agony.

Her nipples were tightly drawn up and painfully hard. He waited for the gel to dry, then leaned down and licked them.

She was thrashing about on the table. "Oh God Duo..." She was panting, barely able to talk. Her nipples were so cold, then on fire as he teased them with his tongue and teeth. "Please Duo..."

"Tell me what you want."

"Your mouth"

"Where do you want it?"

"On me. I want you to suck me. Please, they hurt!"

He sucked in one nipple as he palmed the other, pinching it as he devoured it's twin.

She was going out of her mind. She could barely think, but she knew what was coming next, and she knew she HAD to get out of it. She could feel his hardness against her leg. It would be so easy to just part her thighs and let him slip inside. If she could entice him to do that, he would break the rule, and she would win by forfeit...AND she would get to finally cum... "mmm Duo..."

He was lapping at her burning nipples and moving his hips against her thigh. She moved her legs and felt him instintively settle between them. The head of his member lay against the top of her clit, the pressure making her shudder. She grabbed his hair as he sucked her, and she hitched her hips forward. She was so wet he just slid right down, the head resting between her swollen wet lips. He started moaning and moving his hips... sliding across her entrance. "Yes Duo! now! Fuck me hard!"

He bit down on a nipple, and she yelped as she was suddenly jerked up and once again thrown over his shoulder. She could feel his wet erection rubbing against her foot, and feel the tenseness in his muscles. He knew exactly what she'd tried to do, and he was pissed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and tossed her over his knee.

"Oh my God Duo! You can't...! You're not...!" but he could, and he did. He spanked her ass until it was red and she was squirming on his lap begging him to stop.

"If you're going to act like a spoiled brat, I'm going to treat you like one! Now this shit has gone on long enough, and I'm getting a little tired of it, I'm hot, I'm horny, and I wanna fuck, so I'm ending this right now." He pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs. Picking up the jar he'd snagged off the dinning room table as they were leaving, he held her down with one hand on her chest, and applied a liberal amount of blue jelly across her wet swollen lips and clit. He tossed a large soft purple vibrator down onto her stomach "now cum for me you deceitful little bitch!"

She lay there writhing on the bed, her body on fire, every nerve screaming in agony. Rolling onto her stomach she crawled over to the edge where Duo sat watching her. She snuggled up against him, as tears ran down her face, "Please Duo. I give. I want to cum. Please help me, I'll do anything." Her pleading eyes did nothing to melt his resolve. He wanted this war over with, and then he wanted to fuck his wife senseless. While he felt small pangs of guilt about the torment she was in, he knew that in the past she had never given in when the roles were reversed, so he now let her suffer. "Hildie, you had your chance. Now hurry up." He reached down and rubbed between her legs and she fell back on the bed, legs open. The gel had made her even wetter, and made her explosively hot. Her hips were in constant motion, seeking something, anything, to give her release. He picked up the vibrator and ran it across her wetness, then held it to her lips making her suck it. He took her hand in his and closed it around the base, and guided it down to where she needed it most. He forced her to drag it across her clit, and while she was gasping from the sudden shards of pleasure, he pushed it home.

Her hands fell away and she waited for him to pleasure her. However, he just released his hold and moved back to the edge of the bed.

"Now show me what you want Hilde. Make yourself cum, so I can finally fuck you."

She was dying... going up in flames getting ready to explode. She begged him, but he was adement and coldly refused to help her.

She ran a hand across her still burning breasts, as she slid the other down between her legs. Duo watched her intently, his eyes hungry and dark. All she had to do was make herself cum, and then he'd let her climb onto him and fuck away this terrible ache. He had won. She conceded.

Grabbing the end of the pretty purple vibrator, she pulled it out to the tip, then forced it back in until it was fully seated. Back arched, head back, knees ben, and feet firmly planted on the bed for leverage, she began to fuck herself in earnest; long, forceful strokes. Duo sat at the foot of the bed between her legs watching as she finally screamed her orgasm. Her surrender.

His smile was feral... as he tossed the vibrator down on the floor and climbed onto his beloved wife. "God I love you!" The war was finally over, and tomorrow he would have his maid...

~fin~

Quiet Reflection
The sequel to WAR. Not a LEMON. Just the 'in between' fic. Between WAR and The Spoils of WAR.

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