An argument over breakfast

Lira suddenly woke up to a cat licking her face. It was morning, and she was still in the kitchen. The dwarf was gone, and she was alone on the mattress, sprawled out completely naked in the morning sun. Lira shooed the cat away and sat up and looked around from behind the fireplace with drowsy eyes. Gods, her arse was aching. A few kitchen maids were already at work and looked at her suspiciously. Lira scrambled to cover herself.

”Oh, there you are, good morning, sunshine.”

Zayeh sat by herself at a long table at the other end of the room, looking well-rested and freshly-bathed. The cat strutted over to the dusky beauty, and it jumped up and curled up in her lap. ”I asked for breakfast for two, but I wasn't sure if you'd join me,” she said.

Lira rose to her feet with difficulty, wrapped the stained blanket around her shoulders and limped over to the table. She frowned as she planted her tender bottom on the wooden bench opposite Zayeh.

”Have some breakfast,” Zayeh offered. The table was set with honeyed porridge, eggs and bacon and two mugs of herbal tea. Lira dug in and ate with a good appetite as she was practically starving after last night's exercises.

”So, what happened last night?” Zayeh inquired, ”You weren't there when I woke up.”

”Mmh, lovely tea this,” Lira murmured evasively.

Zayeh just inclined her head, not letting her friend off the hook, ”Well?”

”Uhm, I just got up a bit early that's all... I went for a walk.”

”Yes, you rose before dawn so you could go roll around naked on the dirty kitchen floor. That makes sense”, Zayeh jested before getting straight to the point, ”So what made you change your mind about the dwarf? Last night you were all righteous about sticking to your kind.”

Lira swallowed, ”Uhm... what makes you say I was with him?” she asked, quickly adding, ”Uhm, I mean, or anyone for that matter.”

Zayeh crossed her arms and frowned, ”Well, firstly you blush like a bride when I mention him,” she said, then added, ”Secondly, you walk like an old crone, and it is quite obvious to anyone that you have been thoroughly buggered.”

Lira crimsoned even more and shifted uncomfortably on the hard bench. Zayeh continued, ”And I don't know much about dwarves, but I do know that they can't resist a good bumfuck. An old friend of mine used to work in a whorehouse in a small town at the foot of Ukuth Peaks. Every spring, the dwarves came down to trade with their newly mined gold. And each spring my friend spent a whole month on her hands and knees. She made a fortune like that. Couldn't sit right until autumn though.”

”Alright,” Lira spat out, ”What do you want me to say? Yes, that lecherous gnome ploughed me!” Lira looked around. The kitchen maids stopped working and glared at her. Lira blushed and lowered her voice, ”It just happened... and what was I supposed to? You just fell asleep, and I was on my own, and he just sort of did it.”

”Oh no, Zayeh is sleeping, Quickly, I must stick a dwarf up my rump!” Zayeh chirped, using an overly prissy and high-pitched impersonation of Lira that she knew that she hated.

Lira scoffed, ”Seriously darling, if anyone's arse is sore here, it's yours. I have seen you spread your legs for much worse scum than him, dozens of times. Did you hear me bitch about it then?”

”I never did that behind your back, Lira. I thought we had agreed to do these kinds of things together. And if you can't tell the difference I guess you wouldn't mind if went off on my own and fucked the stable boy?”

”I guess I wouldn't,” Lira muttered.

Zayeh got up from the table, grabbed a flagon of wine and walked towards the back door.

”Where are you going?” Lira asked.

”To the stables.”