War of Attrition

Chapter7

A/N: A nice filler chapter for you all for being so patient with me. GOOD NEWS I FOUND MY NOTES! Not so much angst this chapter but a bit more development, at

least I hope so...Can soft p0rn count as character development?

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Dwingvatt was just about to lie down and flow Inphyy's example and get some rest but a soft knock at his door prevented him. Who the hell would be calling at this time of night? the albino goblin finished toweling himself off from the quick wash he'd had and pulling on a pair of loose beige pants went to the door.
//What?// he asked as he opened the door, the pale moon light illuminated the creature before him. She was a dark red goblin, her hands were painted in white clay with the protection symbols of paid lovers. Silver rings decorated her fingers and her bare feet, gifts from clients, the rest of her body was hidden under layers of carefully wrapped cloth that was a navy blue tint, showing seniority among her caste, allowing only an inch slit in the wrap around her head for her to see. If she was indeed what he thought she was, then she was most certainly expensive.
//I am a gift from Magistra,// she said raising her hand in front of her in a loosely closed fist, her thumb tucked inside and then moved the digit between her pointer and middle finger. //She said that you were in dire need of proper female companionship, even if only for a night.// Dwingvatt realized he was staring at her, his mouth open in slight amazement as he tried to process what she was saying and why on earth Magistra had sent her.
//I hate to think how much you cost...// he muttered, rubbing his jaw in hesitation, if he didn't sleep with her, he would save Magistra a great deal of money.
//My services have been entirely prepaid. I have instructions to do whatever it is that you require and cook breakfast for you tomorrow,// the woman in front of him reassured him, placing a hand on his bare chest and tracing his skin lightly. Dwingvatt shuddered at the touch, it had been a good bit of time since he'd been with a woman.

//Very well, but I have a guest, I'm sure Magistra made you aware of that matter?// he said, tilting his head to one side.
//Yes. I am aware,//the woman said patiently. //You can stop trying to talk me out of my job, Dwingvatt. I have been paid well and it is not in desperation nor by bribery that I am here tonight.// With those words said, he pulled her into the house and back to his bedroom where he locked the door and turned to her, waiting her permission. It seemed like it took forever for her to speak the words that would start their contract. Once those words were spoken she was his until her contract expired, a paid lover. If there were limitations they would've been negotiated up front before she even entered and had he needed something extra that she wasn't prepared for it would've cost. But from her status cloak and her numerous gifts from past customers, it was doubtful that she had anything that required a safe word. Seniority in the caste of paid lovers went not by age, but by experience and customer satisfaction, the more seniority a woman had the more she cost. And this woman was in her prime.

//Let us begin. May the gods bless this night of work,// she said softly stomping her left foot twice as she offered her prayer to the gods for a good evening, then she turned to him and slowly began to remove the layers of fabric that swirled about her body from top to bottom. Her face first, then her hair, which was burnt red and pulled back in a long ponytail that reached down her back, slightly off setting her skin, a slender neck and her she stopped as he had fallen upon her kissing at her neck hungrily his hand at the back of her head intertwining with her hair. Kissing was generally considered taboo for a paid lover, it was meant to be reserved for mates, least you commit yourself to a woman.

Dwingvatt licked her neck, nipping lightly at her ear, his hand tracing lightly over the other making her groan. He pulled off the rest of her wrap and gazed at her for a moment. Her breasts were small but perky, the nipples hardening against the coolness of the air. She was petite for being full grown, Dwingvatt traced his hand down her neck, following the curved of her collar bone and around edge of her breast where his hand stopped to cup the warm flesh for a moment before lightly pushing backwards onto his bed. She looked up at him calmly,
"Any requests for tonight?" This was the thing that had always thrown him off with these women, they always reminded him that they were not his. Their formal speech, their bored looks and that he couldn't kiss them. It wasn't real. There was no permanence here. Nothing but emptiness.
"Just let me take you," he said, his lust for sensation of their fleshes colliding was nearly painful. It was nothing more than instinct, primitive desire, if one was fool enough to think it was anything else, you would only be disappointed.

Dwingvatt rolled her so she was on her stomach, no sense in seeing her face. It wouldn't matter anyways. He spat on his fingers and rubbed the outside of her pussy with them, wetting her. Then he entered her. For a moment he enjoyed her warmth and wetness, her muscles contracted, tightening pleasantly against his cock. He fell upon her, inhaling her scent, which he found forgettable, and lost himself as he thrust into her, letting the moment cloud his mind. The sensations,his heart was pounding, filling his ears as he gasped for breath and came hard, his hands squeezing her ass as he did. He pulled out of her, and lay on the bed, facing away from her. The woman's arms wrapped around him, but he knew the warmth that he felt from her body was a false one. And with that final thought, he fell asleep.

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Inphyy awoke to the smell and sound of someone cooking. Stretching and yawning, she rose from her bed of blankets and walked to the main room, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and stopped as she entered the room, blinking in confusion at the blue cloaked red goblin setting food on the table. The goblin noticed the human and nodded curtly at her before going to Dwingvatt's room. A moment later the white goblin came out, spoke to her as she was weaving the rest of the navy blue cloth around so it covered the rest of her body leaving a slit only for her eyes. The red goblin spoke briefly her hands making a series of gestures and Dwingvatt was nodding, looking very tired as he did, humoring her apparently. Then she left.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend," Inphyy said as Dwingvatt sat down at the table.
"I don't," he answered as he began shoveling food into his mouth.
"A maid?"
"Maid?" he actually stopped eating to look at her in confusion.
"Someone who comes and cleans and helps keep house," Inphyy explained.
"Oh. No," he returned to eating. There was silence for a moment.
"I'm confused,-"
"Apparently that isn't hard to do," Dwingvatt muttered.
"Cute," she wrinkled her nose at him in distaste. "I assume then that she was a prostitute?"
"Prostitute?" Dwingvatt tried to think if he knew the word, but couldn't find a direct translation.
"Someone who has sex for money, although I have to say I've never seen one make breakfast for her client the morning after," Inphyy said as she began to eat.
"You make it sound so negative."
"In my culture it is," was the curt reply that the human gave him. Dwingvatt actually put down his fork and looked at her, the human noticed and glanced at him,
"What?" she asked, through her mouth of food.
"Who the hell are you to judge our culture?" the white goblin asked, an ironic smile on his face. Inphyy chewed her food to avoid having to answer. But as soon as she swallowed he asked her again. The human shrugged helplessly.
"It's just the way we are raised to believe," she muttered, feeling a bit angry at his confrontation. "For our faith it is considered sexual sin, regardlessof if it is by choice or not," her voice wavered here. "It is criminalized and those caught are usually put to death."
"That is curious," Dwingvatt said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "And what else does your culture consider a 'sexual sin'?" If eyes could shoot fire out of them, then the goblin would've been incinerated.
"My culture prefers to think that things like what my brother did do not happen. It is blamed on prostitution or demonic possession," the human answered angrily, stabbing her food to hide her hands from trembling. Before she knew it, Inphyy felt herself being pulled backwards into a comforting hug,
"I"m sorry," he said softly and he heard the human sniffle, he turned her so she faced him. "I am. I think, that maybe if you give us a chance, then perhaps you may find that we are surprisingly accepting, despite an apparently very different set of values."

Inphyy sighed in frustration, blowing her bangs out of her face, wiping the tears that were threatening to fall with the heel of her hand.
"Tell me then. Explain it to me more so I don't keep having culture shock."