Tove Age 14

The hot steam weighs heavy on my naked skin penetrating the pores and loosening my aching muscles. Low chatter and soft laughs fill the bath house as the women of Ormensthorpe discuss their husband's and the recent rumors circulating village.

Over the last several nights I've been trying to ignore a pain low in my stomach. It comes and goes but it's gotten to the point of being unable to ignore it.

This bath, I know, will help the dull aches within my stomach and hopefully vanquish my illness after a long soak.

Typically, I avoid the bath house and garner up a ripe stench before Leif physically has to lock me in here with the rest of the women. Although, this time I desperately craved the heated water from the vats to sooth my aches.

The woman bathe, using their handcrafted combs made of whale bone and wood while some others soak in the giant communal tub.

Stepping, I drop my foot inside the hot water and can't help a moan of relief sneak passed the barriers of my folded lips.

"Hello, Tove? How are you feeling?" Girdy asks me stifling a smile and watches me carefully.

"I'm fine." I bite out and step in with both feet, then wade across the bath to find a spot where I can be alone.

Girdy giggles this time and remains staring as I lower myself down into the water and moan, the tension within my belly loosening a fraction as the heated waters surround me. "Are you sure?" She adds.

Ignoring her prying I cup my hands in the water and wet my face attempting to will away the aches from my stomach with the strength of my mind alone. Unfortunately, Girdy continues. "How has your temper been, as of late?"

I shoot her a glare and grind my teeth together wanting to rip her face from her skull.

"I thought so," she leans her head back to rest it against the lip of the bath.

I haven't a clue about what she means but this hot water is the relief I've had from the pains this entire week, so I hunker down and try to relax my muscles.

But the persistent woman chimes again, "You should speak to Morta, she can give you something--."

"I'm fine." I let my eyes close shut and message my thighs that have taken on some pulsing aches.

This will pass. I've caught an affliction. Surely, I've eaten something from the woods I shouldn't have.

Recounting, for the hundredth time, what I had ate I go down the list: Mushrooms, berries, even the dried and seasoned deer meat couldn't be the cause. Everything I've consumed Leif has as well and he is as right as rain.

My brows draw upwards and I whimper as my stomach coils and the pain radiates outwards to my lower back and legs. "Faen (fuck)."

I stand from the water and rest on the lip of bath needing to find a different position to eliminate the ache.

Moaning again I glance down at my legs and my eyes go to circles. Between my legs mixed with the water is a pink liquid.

I wipe it quickly and look at the water for the source then focus back to my body and dip my hand between my legs touching the space there. I retract my head and find the tips of my two fingers pink with ... blood.

I'm bleeding? I haven't been injured. Why am I bleeding?

My heart hammers throughout my body and I stand walking quickly from the tub ignoring Girdy asking about my wellbeing.

I rush to the bench and stuff my legs into my trousers and pull my tunic over my arms, leaving behind my belt and boots and ram through the door.

Outside, the male villagers are carrying on as usual. And I don't stop when I hear Leif call for me as he was waiting just outside the bath house.

"Tove! Wait!"

I'm dying from the inside out. This is the source of my pain. I've contracted something. I'm diseased.

"Tove!" Leif calls again but I race for the woods. My sanctuary.

My feet become torn against the rough earth but my thoughts are everywhere. I need to run. And I need to keep from spreading my affliction to the people of Ormensthorpe.

And to Leif.

Jumping over logs, and winding around the base of trees I run aware of nothing but the warmth and slickness building between my legs.

I don't stop running until the sound of Leif calling for me has long disappeared and only the sound of my hectic breathing and the forest gives my hearing company.

I slow, then lean against a boulder clutching my ribs as they expand and decrease rapidly matching my burning lungs. I grip my knee caps attempting to gain control of my breathing then gasp loudly.

The crotch of my pants have soaked with a dark red stain. "No," I whimper and can't help as tears form in my eyes. I throw up the bottom of the tunic and hold it between my teeth then stand from the bolder and shimmy down my trousers becoming more frantic at the sight within my pants.

"Tove?" Leif questions and appears from behind several trees.

I sob and cry out, "GO AWAY!"

He stops mid step and fear claims his features, "What is it?"

My cries continue and I fall back to sit against the rock behind me. "I-I have a disease."

"A disease?" Leif's panicked voice cools and my attention snaps back up as I hear his steps come closer.

"Don't come any closer!"

"I have to help you--."

I shove from the boulder and snatch my pants back up to my waist, "No! You have to stay away from me!"

"Tove tell me what is going on--," he stops abruptly when his eyes land on the center of my stained trousers, "Oh..."

"I'm dying from the inside out!"

"Erm," Leif's cheeks flush with a rosy red and he begins to look all around the woods surrounding us, "Tove, you're not dying."

I sniffle and let out a trembled breath, "I'm not?"

"No." He gulps, then straightens his shoulders, "Let's figure this out, follow me." He waves his arm and disappears back behind the trees he appeared from.

I debate a moment to follow him, then give in. Leif has always taken care of me, maybe he can find me a cure?

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The stench of a bog surrounds us. "Use this moss here." He says picking the bog moss from a fallen old tree. "It'll help ... with the ..." He trails off but I don't push him.

He's been vague about why I'm bleeding but has assured me I'm not dying so I believe him. "I think we boil it then dry it?" He wonders aloud, "Morta will know."

"Morta?"

"Yes, she can give you an elixir for the pain as well."

"How do you know about the pain? Does this happen to you?"

He snorts a laugh and gives me a handsome smile from over his shoulder as he continues to collect the moss. "No, it only happens to women. It's how the Gods tell us you are ready to carry a child."

"A what?" This is the most obsurd statement I've ever heard.

He laughs again then stands gazing down at me, "do not worry, little bird. I'll make sure we keep you childless."

"Just make sure no one sends a sacrifice to Frejya*."

Leif laughs again balling up some of the moss between his palms, "It doesn't work that way, well it does but ..."

I wait expectantly for his answer because up until this moment I only considered the sacrifices to the fertility Goddess is how babies came to be. "But?"

"Here," he holds out the wadded moss, "stuff it down in your trousers."

"I thought we were supposed to boil and dry it?"

"Tove, I'm having not a clue how the moss works. All I know is the women gather it, do their skills on it, then put it down there."

I huff out angrily wincing at the pain in my stomach but take the moss and stuff it in my pants wrinking my nose at the gross feeling of it between my legs. "There, I'm pretty proud of myself." Leif straightens and plants his fists on his narrow hips. "How is it working?"

"Like I have moss between my legs." I grumble.

"Well, that's better than something else." He brushes passed me giggling about something I don't understand and perhaps I'm glad I don't.

We are woven together. Light and dark, pure and scarred, where I end Svea begins. Only us.

Her body, white like milk swirled with coal-colored runes cap her shoulders. No scars mark her beautiful body, the soft skin is irresistible to refrain from digging the tips of my fingers into.

Svea disconnects herself from our embrace and I brace myself for the harsh impact of our actions. But, my eyes widen as her fingers work to untie the bodice of her dress. Then behind her, the hearth fire begins to melt following the wooden walls.

Unnatural is the sight.

My brows crinkle together and Svea glances over her bare shoulder as the soft fabric dips low, "Oh. Don't be afraid. You might see some strange things with the medicine I gave you."

I settle on my bed, as the walls melt away like wax down a candlestick leaving behind a vast scene I know couldn't possibly be there.

We are just a tiny fixture centered in the middle of a snowy oasis. Peaks and mountains all covered in snow surround us as large puffy snowflakes fall from the large sky. "What do you see?" Svea asks, the fabric of her dress piling at her feet.

"Snow. We're in a valley," the seering wounds on my back are forgotten. Nothing exists in this space but Svea's body and mine and my bed.

Her pouty, pink lips curve upwards and she crawls over to me. Her thick rope of white hair falling over her shoulder as curly tendrils frame her temple.

She joins me seated in the center of my bed and I half-laugh dusting her naked shoulder of several hallucinated snowflakes.

My palms graze the softest skin I've ever felt. Her skin, is warm and smooth, an inviting texture that forces the urge to dig the tips of my fingers into her exposed thighs. She settles in front me and palms my breasts.

She's gentle yet in control and I'm all but at her mercy. I know the moment we stop I will be bombarded with guilt. So, I don't stop.

My back arches forcing my breasts deeper into her palms. I wince expecting the wounds on my back to punish me for the movement but I feel nothing.

She pinches the hardened buds on my chest and I moan out surprised at the sound she's drawn out of me and the tingles building deep in my core.

In exchange I palm one of her breasts and squeeze it but she removes my hand with an impish smile, "You haven't done this yet. Let me pleasure you." I haven't, but I want to touch her beautiful body as well.

I protest, but her mouth takes over mine. Her tongue breaks through my lips and claim my unspoken words. "Lean back, Tove and let your legs fall open."

I listen and rest on my elbows. The fabric of my mangled shirt catches beneath me and pulls piling to one side at my bent elbow. Svea glides her hands down the interior of my thighs then parts them.

She leans in kissing me once. I tense on reflex, her soft lips almost undoing me in an instant. Forcing my eyes from screwing shut I watch her. Svea licks my entrance from bottom to top then sucks me into her mouth.

This time, my eyes roll to the back of my head and my head falls heavily backwards.

She licks and sucks, tantalizing my body with her mouth. I can't stop from moaning and fisting my blankets within my hands.

When I lift my head in an attempt to watch her tongue slip in and out of me I grin when an illusion of Leif stands in the snow watching from a close distance. "Come," I breathe, ushering him to join us, "I love you too."

The miraj remains still, his sea blue eyes storming, frozen on Svea and I.

My insides coil tightly but I fight to let my muscles from giving out. My stubborn persistence coming out as a loud groan.

Svea's hand slides up my torso and shoves away the caught fabric exposing both of my breasts to her. They bob as my body shutters in response to her tongue. I gaze up again finding Leif unmoved still as stone fixed on my bare chest.

I stand no chance with his angry eyes pinned to me and Svea's assault between my legs.

Then, out of nowhere my body explodes. My eyes screw shut and my toes curl. Everything falls away, including the snow and the mountains. Momentarily, I'm in a state of euphoric bliss.

But, as I come to, and the walls of my hut have returned along with the hearth fire the deep pit of guilt resides in my chest.

What have I done?

This is my first girl x girl smut scene. And also my first smut scene in months! Lol

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