The Stream Kept No Score

[emily.s]

I usually don't dabble around fantasy scenes, but a recent chat with a friend on discord pushed some buttons. Hope you all enjoy!



The Stream Kept No Score

The stream had always sustained both settlements. It rose somewhere beyond the northern hills, wound through the thick forest, and split into two channels. One flowed west toward Lira's home. The other ran east toward Sylva's. In the rainy season the water rose high and no one argued. In summer the stream shrank, the ground cracked, and every family began counting every pot that left the banks. West blamed east. East blamed west.

Lira was not important in her settlement. She helped gather herbs, carried water, and bundled dried leaves her mother traded for grain. People knew her as calm, but calm did not mean she accepted everything. When she believed someone was wrong, she stood her ground until the other person tired of the argument. That morning her father asked her to check the water level near the middle of the forest. "Don't start trouble," he said. Lira gave him a small smile and left before the sun grew too strong.

Sylva had been sent for almost the same reason. She worked the small eastern fields with her brother and spent afternoons hauling water from the channel. She was direct, quick to speak, and never hid what she thought. Her mother had told her to check whether stones had been moved near the stream. Rumors claimed the western settlement was stealing water. Sylva didn't fully believe the stories, but she didn't trust the people on the other side of the forest either. She had never met anyone from the west. Everything she knew came from angry voices during dry summers.

Lira walked through the trees with the sun on her back. The path was narrow and the leaves were dry under her bare feet. She was looking for the place where the stream ran between large stones. The trees opened into a small clearing. Sunlight fell in long shafts between the trunks. Then she saw someone.
A girl stood a short distance away. Long dark hair fell down her back. She wore a deep red patterned top that wrapped across her chest and a long wrap skirt of the same fabric tied at the hip. She was staring back straight at Lira.



Lira stopped. The girl had to be from the eastern settlement. She looked calm, but there was strength in the way she stood. A strange, warm pull stirred low in Lira's stomach. It felt unexpected and unwelcome.

Sylva looked back at the other girl the same way. Lira had long, wavy brown hair held by a thin braided headband. She wore a light beige wrap top that tied in front, thin straps resting on her shoulders, and a low-slung skirt of fringed fabric knotted at one hip.



Sylva stood firm. This girl was almost certainly from the west. She looked direct and beautiful in a strong, unyielding way. Sylva felt her heart beat faster.

Neither had seen the other before. For a moment, neither spoke. Lira took one slow step forward. Sylva took one as well.



Dry leaves crunched under their bare feet. The sound of the stream murmured behind them. Lira stopped when only a few feet remained between them. She kept her face calm. Sylva stood straight and did not step back.



"So," Lira said first, voice steady. "What are you doing here?"

Sylva answered directly. "I came to check the stones. What are you doing near the water?"

Lira didn't move. "I came to see the water level."
"People say stones get moved from this side," Sylva said. "I came to see if it's true."

Lira's eyes stayed on her. After a moment she asked, "And you think we moved them?"

Sylva kept her voice even. "I came to check."

They each took one more step. Almost no space remained.



Their tops nearly brushed. The air between them felt thick and hot. Lira could feel Sylva breathing. Sylva could feel the warmth of Lira's body. Both noticed how the other looked up close. Strong legs. Full breasts beneath thin fabric. Neither wanted to be the first to step back.

Lira studied her. Something in Sylva's tone made irritation rise. She took another half-step closer, voice lower. "You think you can tell me what to do?"

Sylva answered at once. "And you think you can stand here acting like you own the stream?"

The calm expressions left their faces. Their heads were almost touching. Neither blinked. Neither gave an inch. The forest seemed far away. Only the sound of breathing remained, and the heat of the other body so close.
Lira could see every small detail of Sylva's face. Sylva watched the way Lira's throat moved when she swallowed. Their breasts pressed together through the thin tops. Their hands hung at their sides. Fingers slowly curled into fists without either noticing.



Lira's voice turned harsh. "Looks like you don't have the guts to move first."

Sylva sneered. "Seems like you're afraid to start."

The first move came fast. A shoulder shifted. A hand shot up. In one second they crashed together. Fingers grabbed hair hard. Arms collided. Bodies slammed chest to chest, breasts crushing tight through thin fabric. Sylva felt Lira's hard nipples drag across her own. A hot jolt shot through her. Lira yanked Sylva's hair back. Sylva's head snapped back. Both girls made low, involuntary sounds in their throats.



They twisted and shoved. Dry leaves flew. Each tried to break the other's balance. Neither gained the upper hand. The fight took them down fast.

Lira landed on top. She drove Sylva onto her back with a heavy thud, then reached for her throat. Sylva caught her wrists just in time. Their arms shook with effort. Lira sat squarely on Sylva's hips, bodies pressed tight there. Sylva felt Lira's full weight and heat. It made her own body respond even as she fought.



Lira pushed down with all her strength. Sylva pushed back up, teeth clenched. She would not give an inch. Lira leaned close above her. "Give up," she said through her teeth. "Give up now."

Sylva suddenly bucked her hips upward with force. Both gasped. Using the momentum, she twisted hard and rolled them over. In one motion Sylva was on top, straddling Lira's hips and pinning both wrists to the leaves.
Sylva snarled down at her. "Now it's your turn to give up."



Lira wrapped her strong legs around Sylva's waist and squeezed, lifting her hips at the same time. Sylva grunted and pressed down harder, refusing to let Lira turn them.

They rolled again across the dry leaves, struggling for control. Lira ended up behind Sylva. She wrapped one arm across Sylva's chest and grabbed her breast through the top, squeezing hard to hold her in place. Her voice was low and rough against Sylva's ear. "Feel that? Your body's hot and soft. Give up."

Sylva shoved her hips back hard against Lira, trying to create space. The movement made Lira grunt. Through gritted teeth Sylva said, "You're the one holding my tit and rubbing on me. You give up first." She reached back, grabbed a fistful of Lira's hair, and yanked. Lira's head snapped backward. Both girls cried out.

They rolled once more and came to rest side by side. Legs tangled. One of Lira's thighs pressed high between Sylva's legs. Sylva had one hand in Lira's hair and the other on Lira's ass, pulling her closer. Every small movement made their soaked pussies rub together through thin cloth.

Lira pushed her thigh up harder, grinding against Sylva. She hated how good the pressure felt. "You're not going to make me cum, bitch," she hissed.

Sylva yanked Lira's hair and rubbed down harder against the thigh. She could feel her own body betraying her, getting wetter with every rough stroke. "Shut up and lose already."

They kept grinding, both trying to force the other over the edge while fighting to hold back. Sylva's hips moved in rough circles, trying to catch Lira's clit with every stroke. Lira pushed back just as hard, thigh pressing firmly between Sylva's legs. Their breathing turned ragged as sweat slicked their skin.

"Ahh... fuck," Sylva moaned, voice strained.

Lira's breathing grew heavier. She could feel Sylva trembling and it only made her grind harder. "You're close. I can feel it."

Sylva bit her lip and ground down harder. "You're shaking more than I am, whore."

Neither wanted to give in. They rubbed faster, more desperately, both trying to make the other cum first. Short curses and broken moans escaped between heavy breaths.

"Just fucking cum, bitch," Lira growled, even as her hips jerked up.

Sylva snarled. "You first, whore."

Their bodies moved frantically. The wet sounds of their pussies grinding grew louder as they both neared the edge. Neither could hold back much longer. Lira's thigh was soaked. Sylva's skirt had ridden up. Every desperate roll of their hips sent sparks through both of them.

Lira came first with a sharp, angry cry, her body shaking hard against Sylva. Sylva followed right after, moaning loudly as her orgasm hit. They kept grinding through the pleasure, cursing each other even as they came.

Sylva managed to shove Lira away and rolled to the side. Lira turned the other way. Both lay on their backs, breathing heavily, refusing to look at each other.

The fight had taken everything. Lira sat up slowly, one knee rising as a thin cut on her inner thigh stung when sweat touched it. Across from her, Sylva rested on one elbow, her chest rising and falling heavily. A smear of dirt and a red mark from Lira's hand showed on her breast, while strands of hair stuck to both their faces and necks. Neither looked away.



The forest suddenly seemed louder. Water moved over rocks behind them. Birds called high above as if nothing had happened.

Almost at the same time they pushed themselves up to sit. Every muscle hurt. Lira brushed leaves from her torn skirt without taking her eyes off Sylva. Sylva flexed her sore fingers and rolled her shoulders. Fresh bruises marked both of them. Dirt streaked their skin. Hair clung to damp faces and the curves of their breasts where tops had slipped. Lira saw how Sylva favoured one leg and how her top hung open on one side. Sylva observed Lira kept opening and closing one hand and how sweat still shone on her chest.

They slowly widened the space between them, moving in a slow circle without meaning to. No words. No more taunts. Just two girls taking stock of what the other still had left. Finally they turned at the same time.



Each walked away through the trees, steps slow because of sore muscles. Both looked back once before the trees hid them. Their eyes met across the growing distance.
The fight was over. It had ended even. But the fire that had started between the two proud strangers was not out. It burned low and steady as they walked away from each other.

[tommyfighter]

Damn! Hoping there is a round two in the future.

[tommyfighter]