Short sword

The great sword is too heavy for you, so you take the short sword. You place yourself behind the door and wait the return of the orc.
It is a very long day, you are in stress each time you hears noise on the other side of the door and you doesn’t dare to move of your hiding post. Night is close and all your body is sore when you heard the noise in the lock of the door.
You hold your breath and raise the sword above your head as the door open. The orc enters and begins to look for you in the room. As you start to move to land the blow, the orc feels your movement and turns on him to present to you his back shoulder where his shield is strapped. Your sword lands on the wood as the orc continues to turn grabbing your butt by the way and pushing you on the other side of the room. You turn to face him again and rush at him sword high screaming. But this time the orc is face to you and has drawn his sword. He easily dodges your charge with a single step and hits your butt with the flat of his sword as you pass in front of him and crash on the opposite wall. He has time to close the door when you recover before dodging your next charge with a new spanking for only gain. You change your strategy and attack without charging this time. The orc parry all your attacks, but he doesn’t counterattack, so you continue in hope he miss one parry.
Despite his size the orc is very quick; on a powerful attack on his right he dodges by passing on your own right and gropes your left breast from behind with his left hand. With a pure rage scream you turn on yourself freeing your breast, but as you try to stab him at the end of the rotation, you discover that his sword is already against yours to parry your strike. The fight lasts an hour, the orc taking all opportunities to grope your breast, playing with your pussy or even licking you, never restricting your sword arm. At the end, he holds your back against his chest, his left hand playing with your clitoris, as you don’t have the strength to raise your sword anymore to **** him to remove his hand. In fact anger has left you with your fighting spirit and all your energy. You feel so wet, and not only by sweat as you realise that you are in fact aroused and in need of release. You drop your sword and the orc does the same. Then he puts you on the straw mattress, unbuttons his pants, and wastes no time to feast his victory filling your womb with cum as both of you orgasm after the hour of fighting and teasing.
He retracts of you; puts back his pant and asks “So what’s the name of my fighting cat?”
“Elisabeth, and I’m not your…” you answer before realising that he ask the question in orc language and you answered the same. How could you understand and respond as you never learn it. “How can I speak your language” you ask in confusion.
“It’s a secret I’m not allowed to reveal to you, but you can. I’m Hazngar by the way” He says with a laugh. “Now, I’m hungry and if I judge by the stock you don’t have eaten today, diner will be ready in half an hour.” {if Day = 1}He picks the short sword up and uses it to chop some vegetables and a piece of meat, puts it all in a cauldron, adds water at the cascade and hooks it to boil in the fireplace. {endif} When it’s ready he invites you to eat. The soup has no taste but you are so hungry that you finish your bowl gladly.
After the meal he takes you to bed and lays against you his arm around your hips {if Day = 1}”To be sure you don’t try to cut my throat during the night” he says {endif}before falling asleep. {if Day = 1}You feel uncomfortable pressed against an orc and the weight of his arm prevent you to try to escape, but he is sleeping and is no threat to you for the moment.{endif} Fatigue does its job and you soon fall asleep too.
When you wake up, you are alone. Hazngar got up while you were sleeping and left you with a bowl of soup on the table. Yesterday’s battle was a total defeat, but it was your first time with sword and you can only improve.