You can’t eat this soup anymore. Cook something better

You can’t eat this forever. It is not a soup; it is a bouillon of everything and nothing at the same time. Hazngar seems to put in the first things at hand without thinking at the final taste. You may not be a master cook but your mother teaches you the basics, and mixing a cucumber, a cabbage, goat cheese and veal liver in the same soup is definitely not a good idea, especially without seasoning.

You search in the food pile, junk some rotten, and discover that there is a large variety of vegetables in this pile to better accompany the resting veal. You wash the vegetables, cut two onions and friends them in the cauldron with vegetable oil before adding pieces of veal. When all is well fried, you add three tomatoes, three carrots, two courgettes and one red pepper. You let it boil on a small fire with salt, garlic and peeper and enjoy the smell of the good meal to come.

Once done you clean yourself at the windows enjoying the view on the sea. Then you do the dishes and put them on the table for a real meal.

Then, you wait the return of the orc while the meal is cooking.

When Hazngar comes back, he sniffs and says that the smell is even better than yesterday. He tries to take the cauldron on the fire but you stop him saying him to wash his dirty hands first. He turns to you surprised that you dare to give him order but you sustain his view and explain that you spent the whole day to cook it and won’t let him soil it. He bursts of laughing saying that you are no match to stop him but he goes to wash his hands nevertheless.

You serve the plate and wait his return to beginning to eat. Hazngar is a bit cautions with the first bite, but then, you see a great smile appears on his face and at the end of the meal the cauldron is empty. You hoped to have rests for tomorrow but you misjudged the orc appetite.

“Well, perfect, it is far better than my soups, you can redo it tomorrow.” He says, wiping his mouth, “Now lay on the bed for the next part of the evening”

“No” you answer.

“No?”

“Yes. No! I don’t intend to be your salve and your fucking bag every evening. If you want that I cook good plates to you, you will have to respect me more than that. And first stopping fucking me every night without my agreement!“ You answer with a tone of defy.

Hazngar takes a stool, sits on it and with an annoyed look answers “Well, for the fucking part it will be difficult to override”

“And why?”

“It’s an order from the dragon, he orders me to fuck you every days and to wait you are wet enough to don’t injure you”

“Fuck the dragon!” You answer furious. “And why do you obey him?”

“I was young when my village was attacked by humans. I had left my house to hunt and when I came back everyone was dead. There were only three riders still here, one woman giving orders to two soldiers to search the survivors. I sneaked between the houses and easily killed the two soldiers. I rounded the woman but when I strike to slice her head just on her black collar she raise a sword and dodged easily my attack. Then in five moves she had me helpless on the floor the point of her sword on my throat. She explained that she arrived after the raid and was looking for witness to find the culprits. As I didn’t see the raiders and she didn’t want to let me alone by fear I avenge myself on the wrong people a second time, she gave me two choices: take back my weapon to die like a warrior but for nothing or to serve a dragon that can train me to be a great warrior and give me a new purpose in life. I choose the second and after a night when I had to fuck her many times as reward, she put me on a boat to this island. Now, I’m master at arms on this island and in charge of you.”

“And how can the dragon know what we do in this room, you report him?”

“No need, he knows everything happening on this island” Hazngar answers.

Well this changes your perception of the events, you felt that you can influence Hazngar with the food, but he seems he won’t go against an order of the dragon and after his speech he don’t seems a monster to you anymore. Suddenly you have an idea, if the “fucking part” is not an option why not taking it in charge yourself so it won’t be too unpleasant?

“So I have a proposition” You says standing up in front of him, “You will respect your word to the dragon and fuck me every nights, but I’ll learn you how to do it properly”

“And what do I have to do”

You instruct him to lie on his back on the bed and you climb on him like a feline. He his your prey and this evening you have to vanquish him. It is you who put his hands on your breasts, make him sucks them, unbutton his pants to reveal his erect dick and choose the moment when you impale yourself on it. Tonight when you fall asleep in Hazngar’s arms you don’t feel a **** anymore.

You wake up when he closes the door to go to his training day.