The Hundredth Night

Chapter One: Inphyy’s Dark Prelude...

Everyone can see Inphyy hates goblins, but no one understands why...

One year before she would be acclaimed the leader of the Temple Knights, Inphyy was as carefree as a sixteen year-old orphan could be. She was training out on the countryside a day’s travel out of the Divine City, hacking away at roaming packs of wolves whenever they approached her secluded cabin. She didn’t have much, but she preferred to stand on her own two feet rather than rely on her stepbrother Aspharr. He was kind and generous, but his protective, serene attitude made her miss her dead father too much.

Father.

Though she knew the goblins had killed him, Inphyy didn’t know much about the specifics of his death, only that it occurred after the end of the War of Division. He’d been a hero in the war, but he never returned home to Inphyy or her mother. Inphyy’s mother died a few years later, leaving Inphyy to the care of Aspharr and the Temple of Light. She was grateful, but she also cherished this time to be alone in the countryside, able to train and focus her energies as she saw fit.

“I’ll never be like Aspharr,” Inphyy said to herself as she hacked away at a tree near her cabin in the failing light of dusk. “He’s so devoted to the Temple of Light. I don’t even know who I am...”

Inphyy hacked a deep gouge into the tree, firmly wedging her blade into the oak. She tugged on the sword, but she was too tired and the sword was too well stuck to be removed.

“Well then,” Inphyy sighed as she put her hands on her hips. “I guess I’ll call it a night then.”

Inphyy turned her back on the dark, walked into her small cabin, and shut the drafty door behind her.

Several hours later, a shadow crept across the countryside, inky sliding from one innocuous midnight shadow to another. Dwinga, the goblin, was a master of stealth, and he needed it. If his people knew what he was doing...even his shunned little brother Dwingvatt wouldn’t have accepted him. No, it was best that he was so good at blending in to the shadows, very good.

He spied his target: a small cabin outside of Divine City. He was dangerously close to his people’s natural enemies, but Dwinga was sure he had to do this. He needed to do this.

Wearing only some slender leggings, a fur pelt, and his twin curved short swords, Dwinga scurried up the side of the cabin, along the thatched roof, and slide noiselessly down the narrow chimney.

“What the hell?!” Dwinga blurted out in surprise despite himself. “Where’s Yilua?”

Startled, the sleeping Inphyy lurched to consciousness, groggily pulling her fur cover up over her chest as she sat up. She strained her eyes in the darkness, trying to make out Dwinga’s form.

“Who are you?” Inphyy asked nervously.

“I’m Dwinga,” replied the goblin. “What did you do with Yilua? This is her cabin.”

“She is in the city, doing business,” Inphyy replied suspiciously. If only I’d brought in my sword...she thought. ”What are you doing here?”

“I’m Yilua’s...” Dwinga considered telling the truth, thought better of it. “Friend. I’m Yilua’s friend, didn’t she ever mention me?”

Inphyy, fumbling in the dark, stood up from her bed and began trying to light a nearby lamp. In the process of trying to strike the flint, however, Inphyy’s fur blanket fell from her pale body, leaving her exposed.

Dwinga had been out all night. His eyes were perfectly adjusted to the dark. He was able to admire ever curve of Inphyy’s young, supple body. Yilua was a middle-aged woman. In her time, she was a prostitute of some repute(according to her own opinion), but she’d aged a little and only Dwinga would pay for her services anymore. Likewise, Yilua’s the only human woman who would sleep with a goblin, Dwinga thought quickly as he marveled at the nubile nude before him.

“Don’t light that lamp,” Dwinga ordered as Inphyy continued to fumble with the flint.

“Why not?” Inphyy asked as some sparks caught the lamp’s wick on fire. The flickering orange embers cast a hazy light that, in addition to playing soft shapes on Inphyy’s flesh, revealed Dwinga as a goblin. “Eeeeeek!”

Dwinga rushed forward, one of his weapons drawn, and pressed the blade to Inphyy’s porcelain throat.

“Put the lamp down,” he said calmly and coldly.

Inphyy wordlessly obeyed, trembling.

“Now sit.”

Again, Inphyy fearfully obeyed.

Dwinga undid the crude strap of leather that served as his belt, dropping his leggings to the cabin floor. Inphyy shrieked and stood, trying to make an abrupt bolt for the door once she realized what was about to happen. Dwinga grabbed her by the shoulder with one hand, using the other to threaten her with his blade.

“What are you going to do?” Inphyy whimpered as she helplessly sat back on the bed.

“What am I going to do?” Dwinga mocked. He smiled, sheathed his weapon, and threw his body atop Inphyy’s, splaying her back across the simple, worn bed.

Dwinga grabbed Inphyy’s hair at the back of her head, pulling her back so that her neck was exposed. He furiously kissed, licked, tasted, and bit the soft skin over her jugular, dragging in the taste of her skin greedily. At first, the licking aroused Inphyy--to her shame--but the biting along her neck became painful as deep hickeys began to form where he greedily partook of her. She struggled to bring her head forward in order to stave off the amorous goblin’s painful kisses, but he tugged her hair at the slightest struggle, pulling at her scalp as he desperately ravaged her. Without thinking, she bucked her body against him, trying to knock him off and achieve her freedom. Instead, she felt Dwinga’s warm penis harden and grow against her.

“Don’t rush me,” Dwinga mumbled, his teeth digging into her neck.

“Oh gods!” Inphyy yelped at the pain. “By the light, stop!”

Not only ignoring her, Dwinga settled his body over Inphyy’s, lining up his slender frame along her defined and toned curves. One hand kneaded her breast mercilessly, the other pinched and squeezed her firm butt. Pain surged from Inphyy’s sensitive breast, giving her the sensation of simultaneous bruising and burning. Inphyy ground her teeth at the discomfort.

“Lighten up, you Human bitch,” Dwinga scowled at Inphyy’s visible expressions of pain, slapping her across the face. “This night’s not going to go any faster either way, so you might as well enjoy it.”

Tears welled up in Inphyy’s eyes. This was not how she’d imagined she’d lose her maidenhood: raped by a goblin in a cabin a dozen miles from the Temple of Light. She reached her hands around Dwinga’s back, feebly and frightfully clawing at his scrawny, muscled spine even as she felt his gyrations tear into her with debilitating fury. She tried to bite his shoulder as it thrust in front of her mouth, but the violence of Dwinga’s thrusts nearly knocked her teeth out of her mouth before she could even pierce his tough skin.

Having rough-humped her shapely thigh up until now, Dwinga’s member was now fully erect. Only now did he ready the first blow of his battering ram at Inphyy’s closed gate. Inphyy screeched at his first attempts, her virgin’s vagina tight and unyielding though his penis pounded at the sticky entrance to her cunt. A few furious thrusts--combined with the smallish nature of Dwinga’s cock--however, had earned him entrance into Inphyy. Blood, combined from Inphyy’s brutalized vaginal walls and her demolished hymen, seeped onto Dwinga’s penis, which only seemed to encourage his furious pumping into her, quickly cumming as she wept in bitter pain at his assault.

Dwinga, embarrassed at his own short-lived performance, beat Inphyy quickly but savagely before making a hasty retreat into the misty mountain night. Inphyy, however beaten, bruised, and bleeding, could not stop the bitter rage that boiled up under her skin, oozing out of her like the blood pouring forth from her maidenhood. Even though Dwinga had arrogantly assumed she would whimper in humiliation and agony after his departure, Inphyy wept bitterly even as she picked up her sword and hastily donned her ceremonial armor, used only in training with her half-brother before now. Sore but ready for retribution, Inphyy charged out into the dark night outside, in search of closure at the end of her blade...

Dwinga, hounded by the guilt he always felt after he went out into the night to rape some mountain girl, was breathless when he came within sight of his homestead. His sexual appetite was deviant and fickle--one moment he was a slavering beast, and the next he saw himself for the monster he was--and now he felt like his own worst enemy. Sitting on a rock on the ridge opposite his home, Dwinga was shocked and horrified to hear a girl’s grunt come from behind him, and he only just barely dodged her sword as it sliced through the air where his head had been a moment before.

“Bastard goblin!” Inphyy sobbed, completely broken. “You are going to die for what you’ve done!”

“What?! Who--Who are you?” Dwinga stammered, stalling for time as he readied his twin goblin short swords. “Where’d you get that armor from?”

“You thought I was just some mountain bitch you could roll over and no one would care?!” Inphyy screamed, spitting, as she swung a powerful blow at Dwinga’s head. “I am from the Temple of Light, and you will be wiped from the face of this world like the disease you are!”

The blows were traded frantically, with Dwinga fighting purely on the defensive. He was winded, and he could not comprehend where Inphyy’s strength was coming from--he was certain he’d ruined her, half-expecting her to bleed half to death alone in the cabin where he’d left her. He’d scarce had any time to puzzle over this, though, as Inphyy’s blade--in a cruel reversal--was suddenly penetrating him. Dwinga’s eyes bulged as Inphyy drove the full length of her sword into the goblin rapist’s gut.

“You want to know who I am, the shit-eating bastard?” Inphyy whispered intimately into Dwinga’s ear as he choked on his last breaths. She then shouted: “I am Inphyy, of the Temple Knights of the Divine City, and you are not worth the ground I walk on!”

As Inphyy let the goblin bleed out in the night dirt, she couldn’t escape the hollowness of her vengeance. She was still violated. She was no longer a virgin servant of the Temple. But she could do this--kill goblins--she could certainly do that. And so, as she retreated back towards the city of light, Inphyy swore she would make the goblin people pay for what had happened to her.

If only she would’ve seen the stunted half-goblin watching her from the nearby hovel...