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Chapter List
- 1-War of Attrition
- 2-ch2
- 3-ch3
- 4-ch4
- 5-ch5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-ch next one
- 9-ch 9
- 10-chapter 10
- 11-11
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" " human language

// // Goblin language

thoughts will be italicized, regardless of language
title taken
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N3: Ninety-Nine Nights: War of
Attrition

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Inphyy stared into the steadily dying
embers of her campfire outside her tent. This latest campaign that
the Temple Knights had been sent on was turning out to be a miserably
long one. Just how long had it been since they had left the holy
city? Two years? Three? More? There had been no relief for their
troops. No new weapons. Not even basic supplies. The troops were
getting disgruntled and their numbers were steadily decreasing. This
final stretch of the war had brought them deep into Goblin territory,
they were just outside the Forest of the Lost. They would be close to
the main cities of their enemies now, attacks on the human army had
been increasing. Ambushes happened nearly nightly, the last one had
taken out the last of their archers. Inphyy shuddered, drawing her
knees to her chest as she recalled how the shorter, faster enemy had
slunk into the camp just as the last of the fires had died out. There
had been few screams as they wiped out the archers' quadrant, but
those that there had been sounded as if the King of Night himself was
prowling the field. Once the rest of the army had realized what had
happened it was too late, they had all been slaughtered in a
grotesque mess of entrails and blood flung about their tents. Aspharr
had wanted to go after them, but she had not allowed him to do so, it
would've been playing into the Goblin's hands. That had angered her
brother, perhaps she thought in bitter retrospect, she should've let
him go after them.

But the fact remained that the human
army was steadily being closed in on from all sides. They had come
into this final leg of the war poorly prepared. The other battles had
easily been in the human's favor, even the Goblin outpost of Fort
Wyandeek had fallen with relative ease. But that had been nearly five
years ago, and now they were closer to the heart of Goblin territory.
Inphyy closed her eyes. The war had dragged on too long. No one
wanted to fight anymore. No one cared who had what land or what trade
routes or even who had damn Orbs that had started the whole mess. The
Empress of the Light had promised that this would be the final
stretch. 'This is the end. After this, your service as warriors
shall be complete. Light shall cover the realm.'

Inphyy snorted in disbelieve as she
recalled the Empress's words. Those words that promised a life of her
own, no longer bound to the slaughter. It had been foolish for the
red armored knight to believe them, despite the how desperately she
wanted to believe in something now. Anything that would take her away
from this and give her peace that she would never have. She would
never have a life of her own. There might be peace in the realm one
day, but never for her. Not so long as her brother lived.

Inphyy shivered and scolded herself for
thinking about the matter, despite its steadily worsening
circumstances. She fought down the urge to cry. She was a general. A
Temple Knight. She shouldn't cry. She was supposed to be a ruthless
servant of the Light Orb. She wasn't supposed to feel. But even as
she told herself this she knew she was slowly falling apart. It was
getting harder for her to direct the troops. Harder for her to fight.
Harder to kill. Harder for her to care. The other day she had been so
distracted that she'd nearly gotten an arrow through her by a Goblin
archer. That had angered Aspharr too, he was always angry now.
Perhaps he won't come tonight. Please, gods don't let him come
tonight, Inphyy thought as she watched the coals of her fire
sputter one last time and die out. The red clad night sat in the
darkness, hugging her knees to her chest for a few more moments and
then turned and crawled into her tent. How the enemy would laugh if
they saw her like this. The "Death's Red Mistress" they
called her, it was the only phrase she knew in the Goblin language.
If they could see her now they would tear her to shreds. Here she
was, lying alone in the dark waiting in fear of her own step brother.
The waiting was horrible, as she lay there awake holding her breath
praying to whatever gods were there to spare her. The wait was worse
than the actual act almost. Nausea plagued her nearly constantly now.
It had used to be only after, but now it was nearly always,
especially when he was around her, he didn't even need to touch her
to make her want to throw up the contents of her stomach. It was this
nausea that lead her to often skip meals now more than even. She
couldn't eat around him. She was terrified to even breathe around
him. Her appearance now reflected the destructive nature of their
relationship. She no longer had the fiery blazing eyes that struck
fear in their enemies, they were hollow and sunken. No longer a
beautiful warrior who bathed in blood but more like a walking corpse.
Her armor hid most of this, her bruises from him,her jutting bones.
But slowly it was starting to creep out. She was tired more easily,
lost her train of thought. She wrapped her arms around herself and
curled up on the ground wrapping a blanket around. Her white leggings
and red cloak that she wore under her armor did little to cushion the
rocky ground that had made up the last hundred of miles of Goblin
territory. Her shoulders pressed against the ground and she could
feel every curve and crevice of her bones press against her flesh.
After all, even fully equipped with her armor and sword, she barely
touched then hundred and ten pound mark. Maybe he would find her
disgusting enough, corpse-like enough, to leave her alone. Just
maybe...

The seconds passed. Then minutes. Her
elder step-brother failed to appear. Inphyy let out a small sigh of
relief. He had spared her for tonight. She rolled over again, trying
to get comfortable. Her eyes were heavy, but she still fought sleep,
not completely trusting that he had truly let her go. She couldn't be
caught by surprise. She couldn't...

[flashback]

"Inphyy! Hey Inphyy come here!"
her step brother called. He was fifteen and she was thirteen. They'd
just become Temple Knights and the three month initiation rituals
were finally complete. They could celebrate now. Everyone was.
Finally there were two new Temple Knights, after the last one had
been killed by the Goblins three years ago. Inphyy ran to her
step-brother, her auburn hair flying out behind her. It was done up
like a mane on the back of her head. It was meant to make her appear
more ferocious in battle, Inphyy thought it just made her look like a
rooster.

"Yes Aspharr?" she asked
breathlessly as she skidded to a stop in front of him. She wasn't
afraid of him yet. He was her hero. Her idol. He had been reluctant
to accept the nomination for Temple Knight, but in the end it was he
who had passed the trials and tests. His gentle nature generally went
against the warrior's life, he preferred to be diplomatic about it.
Work out differences not spill blood. She gazed up at him in
admiration, her aquamarine eyes sparkled with happiness. Her rituals
had hurt and she'd not been able to walk let alone run for what felt
like the longest time. But now she could. Now she could make her
brother proud. She would be the best warrior of the Light.

"Come with me," he took her
by the wrist and began to pull her along.

"Aspharr, what's going on? What is
it?" she giggled, playfully fighting against his pulling. She
recieved no answer, only a hard jerk as he pulled her along still.
Inphyy felt her blood run cold. Something was wrong. They reached his
quarters and he pushed her inside, locking the door.

"Aspharr...What?" she looked
at him in confusion, her body tensing.

"Inphyy," he walked towards
her, looking nervous as to how to go about what he was doing. Then he
spoke, "Inphyy, I love you."

"Oh. Why couldn't you tell me that
elsewhere brother? I love you too, you're my hero," Inphyy
relaxed slightly, smiling and hugging Aspharr. Her elder brother
loved her! Hearing the words filled her chest with an almost teary
eyed happiness. But the cold feeling that made the hairs on the back
of her neck rise still remained.

"Because I couldn't. Because I
want you to be mine. No one else's. Only I can love you," he
stepped back from her embrace, his hands gripping her shoulders
tightly.

"Aspharr..." she wiggled
against his grip. "Aspharr that hurts. Stop it! Please?"
She looked at him in confusion as he had backed her against a wall
without her noticing it. Panic filled her chest now replacing the
warm, fuzzy feeling that had just been there, something wasn't right.
The look in his eyes. This wasn't her brother, it couldn't be. There
was a hungry, feral look. He lunged at her and grabbed her by the
hair, throwing her to the ground.

"Aspharr-what are you doing? Why?"
she whispered as he approached her.

"I'm making you mine." He
knelt over her and began to undo her elaborate layered cloak.
Instinctively she fought back despite that she had no weapons and
that had been a majority of her training. She kicked at him as he
moved to straddle her, knocking him back. Adrenaline flooded her
senses as she scrambled to her feet. But he was faster than her, he
had more training than her still. He lunged at her again, tackling
her as she thrashed and clawed at him. He pinned her hands and she
tried to buck him off her. The cold metal of a knife pressed against
her throat made her freeze.

"Scream. Scream Inphyy and I will
kill you. Tell anyone, and I will kill you. I would hate to do that
to the person I love," he hissed in her ear. Nodding in
compliance, Inphyy bit her tongue as she felt tears of fear and
confusion well up in her eyes. Why was he like this? What had
happened to her brother? He had never been like this... But her
concern over his personality change was interrupted as she felt him
tearing away her clothing. The beautiful robes that she'd dreamed of
wearing since she'd began training, the robes that made her a Temple
Knight. Her mind still blindly panicking as tears welled up in her
eyes. But then it became quite clear to her what he intended to do as
he tore the last of the layers away and pulled her hips against his,
undoing his pants with one hand. But why? Her mind screamed
out. Brother we're supposed to be celibate! This is against all
that we stand for as Knights! We're to be pure! Untainted! Aspharr
this isn't right! This isn't right! Then there was a sharp
ripping pain between her legs and inside her body that made her black
out for a moment, but a slap to the face brought her back. Inphyy bit
her tongue till she tasted blood, but never screamed once as her
step-brother raped her.

[/flashback]

The same rough, ripping pain shot
through Inphyy as she snapped awake in her tent. Immediately feeling
her step-brother's weight on her she whimpered, only to receive a
heavy cuff to the side of her head.

"I'm ashamed of you Inphyy. You
monster. You slut," he let the last word hang in the air as he
pulled off her white leggings and underwear. "I'm taking control
of the troops. Its obvious that you are no long fit to command them.
You're only good for one thing now," he spat. She felt his
hardness against her thigh and bit her lip to swallow her screams.
She had stopped biting her tongue when she'd nearly bit it off. Now
her lips were always bruised and cut but it was preferable to choking
to death on her own tongue. She braced herself for what had been
happening for years now. It had gotten worse as the campaigns got
longer. Inphyy at one point had channeled her anger and pain at what
he did to her into her fighting, killing everyone, women, children,
elderly. And she was made general for it. For her leadership and
willingness to slaughter all who stood in her way. But now not even
watching the red blood of her enemies spill brought her reprieve. It
was because the same red blood that that ran from their wounds ran
down her legs each time Aspharr visited her.

The pain brought her out of her
dwelling. Aspharr never was gentle. Never prepared her. Never held
her nor kissed her. Goblins are more loving then he is, Inphyy
thought bitterly. He just fucked her. There was no intimacy. Hell
intimacy was a word Inphyy couldn't even define. I hate him.
She felt the inside of her vagina tearing as she slammed into her. In
all her life Inphyy had never felt sexual wetness aside from her own
forced blood, the concept of enjoying sex had never occurred to her.
She stifled a sob as her blood began to seep and she closed her eyes,
desperately trying to be somewhere else. Anywhere else. He thrust
into her a few more times getting his bearing, soaking himself in her
blood. Then he sped up. The internal gashes ripped even more and
Inphyy threw her head back, cracking it against a post that held her
tent up. The pain in her skull momentarily distracted her from her
situation. But the reprieve was brief as Aspharr stiffened and cummed
in her. The alkaline cum burned the bleeding walls of her vagina.

"I love you, Inphyy. Never forget
that," he growled, pulling her up by her hair. "Mine. Only
mine."

I hate you,she thought as he
threw her back down and left her tent. I hate you. I hate you! I
hate you! I HATE YOU! Inphyy created the mantra in her head as
tears rolled down her face and she silently sobbed.
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