Day 5 - Sweat - Street Fighter

Cammy caught her sparring partner’s kick as perfectly as she could have but it still almost completely deadened her arm where it had connected. They were both tired, Chun wasn’t pulling her punches nearly as much as she should have been. Even in a friendly match, even in the best of circumstances, fatigue made a hooligan of any fighter no matter discipline or temperament. Chun-Li clearly noticed from the feel of the kick that she’d made an error and nodded an unspoken apology. Her whole style was about discipline and not overthinking things. Exhaustion would keep her from overthinking, certainly, but it shredded even her discipline after a while.

She kept back in her balanced stance, that weird quirk of kung-fu which meant she never really looked like she had her guard up. Though experience was a bitter instructor in that being a purposeful illusion. Cammy tried her best to keep in her low stance, but her whole body was starting to burn. The sun had still been up in the gym when they’d started, there had been a crowd at first. Now they were alone and the overhead lights were all they had to go by. Cammy, of course, wouldn’t ever tap out. Chun-Li, of course, didn’t ever have to. Her stamina was more or less infinite, it was just a matter of her eventually getting sloppy enough to make an easy target. The only problem was that Cammy hated playing the long game. She liked flashy combinations, flying attacks, sudden changes of momentum. Her partner’s ability to slow things to a crawl was why she made such a good sparring partner, and why Cammy wouldn’t ever willingly tap. If you ever admitted that you weren’t one good haymaker away from a win, you might as well not fight.

Chun Li stepped into the same kick as before. Cammy wondered for a split second if that was an intentional bait, if Chun was going to use the still-smarting accidental blow from earlier as a bait to make her dodge the kick instead of catching it. But Chun-Li’s style also centered around a technique that Cammy was all-too familiar with by now. The notion that Chun would keep throwing out something that worked until her opponent took it away. It was… in a word, infuriating. Because you never put her as much at a loss from “taking a move away” as you thought you would. You would turn her attack back, maybe get one glancing blow in on that ungrounded and slippery stance she was in, and then she’d be on the other side of the room, the chance to capitalize gone again. It was like fighting quicksand.

And you didn’t beat quicksand by playing its game.

Cammy dodged under the kick, but instead of waiting to see if Chun would follow it with something, Cammy went even lower than she needed to and surged toward her partner’s plant leg, hitting shoulder to thigh and successfully unbalancing her opponent. She didn’t look up, she just had to imagine the look of frustrated surprise as Cammy forced her into a sloppy grapple-off, a place where Chun-Li would be at as much of a disadvantage as the woman could be put at.

She recognized the mistake she was making as she made it, but it was like it was happening to somebody else. Cammy watched herself release Chun-Li’s plant leg and move to secure her kicking leg before she had properly positioned herself to do so. Chun, as tired as she may have been, recognized her opponent’s mistake before her opponent could correct it. The kicking leg swung down to meet her planting leg with the kind of force that probably could have broken bones in she really wanted it to, slamming into Cammy’s back and crunching her chest between Chun-Li’s strong thighs, ankles locking to hold Cammy in place. Instinctively, Cammy tried to loosen up and slide, but Chun had fought her enough times by now to snuff the move before it had a chance to do anything. The leglock moved from chest to neck, closing bulky legs around Cammy’s ears and putting pressure on her head, burying her in partial crushing darkness. It had taken all of a few seconds, but Cammy could feel herself squeezed and increasingly desperate with each passing second. The close press of Chun-Li’s skin and the strong, sour smell of her sweat an oppressive force.

More than oppressive, perhaps. As Cammy squirmed halfheartedly in the hold she could feel her body tingling, even gnawing through the fatigue like a dull burn. The intense heat of her partner’s crotch and the intense smell of musk was making her head swim. Almost without meaning to, Cammy squirmed her head further down into the leglock, away from the knees where she had a halfway chance of escaping it. Her nose finally pressed into the red-hot mound of her partner’s sex, sweat soaking Chun-Li’s thin leggings, the thin fabric clinging tight to the otherwise unclothed cunt underneath. Cammy felt Chun stiffen slightly as her nose brushed her partner’s clit through the cloth, then relaxed and chuckled softly. Neither of them was in the business of admitting defeat, but there were ways for a fight to end which preserved more dignity, which they both found acceptable. The leglock eased only slightly, enough for Cammy to bury her face fully in her partner’s crotch, the smell now of sex joining sweat. Cammy felt her own pussy begging to be touched, but a loser had to pay her dues first.

Cammy’s tongue traced the outline of Chun-Li’s pussy through the leggings, wicking salt from the crotch of her sparring gear and sending a slight shiver through the leglock. She tried as much as she could to focus on the clothed bead of her partner’s clit, feeling her tongue burn and numb as it pressed and ground again and again against the fish-scale texture of the fabric. Her reward was a fist clenched in her hair, pushing her down further like the lock didn’t already bury her inescapably.

Her hands found the spot just below the crotch of Chun-Li’s pants and grabbed either side. She paused for a moment as she continued licking through the leggings, waiting for a sign not to continue. When she got none she ripped the crotch from waistband to waistband. The olive-colored lips of Chun’s pussy exposed her tongue found new life and new intensity, stroking and sucking the bud of her partner’s clit, licking the sweat and the wetness fresh from the source. All she could taste was salt and the metallic tinge of cunt, she was certain her eyes were crossing. She couldn’t remember ever having been this horny, but she couldn’t remember ever being this one-track minded either. Even when Chun tapped, releasing the leglock slightly, Cammy kept her mouth and her nose buried in her partner’s crotch. Chun-Li would have absolutely returned the favor, either burying her face in Cammy’s cunt while Cammy kept at her business, or even giving her partner’s tongue a break while Chun took the same pleasure Cammy was. Cammy didn’t care. The taste, the smell, the heat of her partner was like the reward for a heavy day of exercise. She could feel her own pussy soaking through her pants, but instead of touching it she gripped Chun-Li’s thighs.

Chun-Li was as considerate and as generous as maybe anybody else on earth, but she seemed to grasp the singular fascination Cammy was showing. The absolutely slavish thirst for her body. She relaxed and let her partner continue, gasping at the borderline religious fervor with which her tongue moved. There were no fingers, no other motive involved. It wasn’t even truly an attempt to make her cum. It was simple, slow, but intense worship. Absolutist devotion. Almost animal in its intensity.

Cammy wanted to drink her whole. Wanted to smear her taste and her smell about her face until she went to bed still dominated by it. She tried to bury her tongue as far inside of Chun-Li’s cunt as she could bring it, curling it up toward the muff of dark brown hair. She watched Chun’s face tighten, wince. Her jaw tighten, release, breathing slowly and heavily like she was trying to meditate her way through it. Her pussy wet enough to cling wetly to Cammy in strands when she pulled away again. She licked the inside of Chun-Li’s thigh, bit it, brought her mouth back to her partner’s pussy again. Chun shuddered, kept her fist tight in her partner’s hair.

She didn’t say anything when her orgasm came, she didn’t have to. Her composure broke slowly outward from her eyes to her mouth, a furrowing squint drew up her face increasingly tighter and tighter, her lips pursing more intensely, the veins in her neck popping against her skin. Then when it gave way it was like a single crack that blossomed into a great shattering. Her eyes flared wide and her mouth opened in a silent ring as her breath caught and hung, fist burying Cammy’s head with painful force as Chun-Li’s whole body tensed like a singular muscle and then released. The eyes rolling back, the silent gape of her mouth giving way to a low and desperate groaning, legs closing shut around Cammy’s neck again, quivering and clenching. The taste of her filled Cammy’s mouth, the smell of her the only thing Cammy could think about. Her long shudders of pleasure and her little kicking flares as pleasurable to give, to know you have given, as her own bliss.

Chun-Li’s legs released as her orgasm abated, pulling on Cammy’s hair to bring her up for a kiss. Cammy brought her head up only slightly, lifting Chun’s shirt to lick the sweat from the tight skin of her stomach, tracing the lines of muscle. Chun-Li released the grip on her head and Cammy pressed her face in harder, scraping tooth and lip indiscriminately against flesh, burying her head up under Chun-Li’s shirt. Her tongue tracing under, between, around each breast, savoring the salty taste of each nipple in her mouth with tongue and teeth alike, pinching the hard buds just enough for Chun to softly gasp each time. Then up, licking her collarbone, her neck, forcing the shirt up over her partner’s head, pulling the already-torn leggings down and fully exposing her on the mat. Chun looked at her with genuine confusion, almost concern, even through the haze of her lust. Cammy licked up her neck, kissed and bit the skin, then finally brought her lips to Chun-Li’s with enough force to knock their teeth together, pressing her tongue down into her partner’s mouth, finally giving herself permission to knead and grab at her breasts with genuine desperation. Chun’s back arched into her touch as the hands slid from her chest down between the legs, finding the wet mess she had left behind and stroking.

When she broke their kiss Chun-Li’s cheeks were as flushed as Cammy had ever seen them, she was taking the kind of greedy gulping breaths that her conditioning and discipline made a truly rare sighting. When Cammy would tease her fingers around Chun’s clit she could make her partner arch her back up into the touch. It was a delicious kind of control. One taken in entirety from impulse, from passion. One which left her partner as much out of it as she was ever willing to be. Cammy brought her head back down between Chun-Li’s legs, brought her mouth back down to her pussy. But she lifted them off of the ground, braced Chun’s thighs on her shoulders and lifted her rear into the air as she did it. She put her hands on her partner’s stomach, her breasts, looking down into her face as Chun’s expression contorted again, her wires crossed and tightened. Her tongue found the bead the strummed the strings and she went after it almost meanly. Chun’s lips actually parted and she couldn’t stifle the moan it elicited. It didn’t matter if she was still sensitive or not, Cammy attacked her now in a way she hadn’t before. Now it was about the orgasm. She kept drilling at Chun’s clit with her tongue and lowered her waist enough to bring her fingers inside of her partner, pushing up and in with aggression. Chun-Li reached first for Cammy but then gripped the mat. New sweat came beading down each of their foreheads, body heat feeding into body heat. Cammy drove with her fingers hard enough to bruise in any other case.

Chun-Li came again, now without warning and without any of the composure she tried so hard to maintain. She cried out like it was genuinely too much, like it came with a ferocity that she hadn’t been ready for. Her grip on the mat suddenly turning and pulling, plastic squealing under her fingers. Her pussy bit against Cammy’s fingers, a wet stream hitting her face and her mouth. Cammy dropped her tongue from Chun’s clit and tried to find every bead of wetness she could, tried to lick every drop of salt, of sour, of sweet. Chun-Li finally went limp on the mat, gasping for breath and shuddering. Cammy came up from between her legs, kissed her stomach, her breasts, her chest, her neck, finally and as tenderly now as she had kissed intensely before their lips met. They broke and met again, Chun whimpering into her partner’s embrace. When she parted, Cammy could feel the intense wetness between her legs and staining her pants, but not the burning desire she had expected. She didn’t know if she’d cum, when she would have. She had never had it happen without any sort of reciprocation before, but she felt the kind of bliss and the dull ache she would have expected had their roles been reversed.

Cammy nestled into Chun-Li’s shoulder while her partner caught her breath, she pressed her ear to her heart, listening to the beat race, then slow steadily back to calm even if it wouldn’t come back to resting entirely. When Chun-Li finally kissed the top of Cammy’s head and they settled side by side for a time, Cammy could feel her own heartbeat still racing.

“What’s gotten into you?” Chun-Li finally asked, her voice light with humor.

“I’m not sure,” Cammy finally responded, surprised that she meant it too, “I think it was you.”

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