If you have to live here, make it cleaner won’t hurt

From this point of the story I strongly recommend you to use the play mode. If till now the impact of your choices was cosmetic. You’ll now encounter some loop and the text of this chapter will vary depending of your earlier decisions to keep coherence (sometimes half of the text is conditions based). If you don’t, I can’t guaranty the order of events and part of the plot will remain hidden to you.

This orc lair is a real piggery; it seems that cleaning isn’t a word this orc understand whatever this word is spoken in his language. You don’t know what will be your fate, but doing something is the better way to don’t feel sorry for yourself. So you take a bucket near the fireplace and fill if of water at the cascade of the window. The rags are so dirty that you clean them directly at the cascade, and when they are acceptable you realise that before cleaning you have to get rid of the litters everywhere on the floor. The windows become your best friend for the day, at the same time a laundry, a bin and a beautiful point of view on the sea and its colours. The room is in an acceptable state and you are admiring the view when you startle hearing the sound of the lock. You turn around to see the orc enter. {if Day = 1}You wait with apprehension to discover what he plan for you as he enters the room.{endif} {if Day >1} Hazngar{else}He{endif} is still bare chest, has {if Day >1}his{else}a{endif} shield on his back and {if Day >1}his{else}a{endif} sword at his side. He spots you at the windows, closes the door, hooks his weapons on the wall, sniffs and says “What have you done here, it smells wrong?”

{if Day >1}“Wrong? You prefer stench maybe, I can’t stay one more day in the middle of your dirt.” you answer on impulse before realising that you can’t predict how he’ll react.{else}“Wrong? You prefer stench mab…” you answer on impulse before realising that he asks 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. “And what’s your name little one?” “Elisabeth” you answer.{endif} Hazngar sniffs two more time and says that he can get use to this new smell after all.

{if Day >1} He pics some food near the fireplace and cook the same soup as yesterday. The taste is still as bad but you are hungry, so you eat your part anyway.{else} “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” He picks a 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. When it’s ready he invites you to eat. You hesitate a little but you are so hungry that you join him at the table. The soup has no taste you but finish your bowl gladly.{endif} After the meal Hazngar extends his right hand to you to take and indicate the bed with the left one. {if Day =1} You are **** to take his hand, fearing the implications of his gesture, but you remember from yesterday that he’ll fuck you even if you try to resist. So you choose to take his hand and choose to follow him to the straw mattress worthily. There, you lay on your back legs close and say no to him with a reproachful look. You are not a fucking doll and are not in mood to give pleasure to an orc, even as well-muscled as him. You won’t give him pleasure or excite him struggling. Hazngar sits on the bed close to you and slide his hand between your legs. You don’t react at his touch; he seems disappointed and turns the eyes away. However, he doesn’t retract his hand and starts massing your clitoris. When he feels you are wet enough, he parts your legs, places himself in position and thrusts his erect cock inside you. After some thrust he ejaculates inside you and you can’t refrain from orgasming too. {elseif Passive = false} You take his hand and follow him to the bed wondering if he will give you more pleasure than yesterday to reward you of the cleaning. He lays you on the bed and kneels on top of you and presents his cock for a new blowjob. You comply and feel his heart rate speeds up as his cock grows in size. You feel your private regions getting wet at the through of the long pleasure night to come. Hazngar puts one hand between your legs and feels the wetness; you spread them to make it easier for him to stimulate you. But when he withdraws his big cock of your mouth It is just to dive it in your pussy. As he thrusts inside you, you are frustrated to don’t have more foreplay, it’s clearly not what you expected for this evening. Suddenly you are surprise by your orgasm as he unloads inside you; it is strange that you come while you were not in the good mood at the moment, but the feeling was good anyway and you are now tired. {else} You are **** to take his hand, fearing the implications of his gesture, but you remember from yesterday that he’ll fuck you even if you try to resist. So you choose to take his hand and choose to follow him to the straw mattress worthily. There, you lay on your back legs close and say no to him with a reproachful look. You are not a fucking doll and are not in mood to give pleasure to an orc, even as well-muscled as him. You won’t give him pleasure or excite him struggling. Hazngar sits on the bed close to you and slide his hand between your legs. You don’t react at his touch; he seems disappointed and turns the eyes away. However, he doesn’t retract his hand and starts massing your clitoris. When he feels you are wet enough, he parts your legs, places himself in position and thrusts his erect cock inside you. After some thrust he ejaculates inside you and you can’t refrain from orgasming too. {endif} After that, he laid 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 for the moment he is sleeping and is no treat to you.{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. The soup has the same taste than yesterday and you wince eating it.