Date: 21st of summer dragon month, 124 year of Shiny Star. (10 days from Demon army captured this lands)
Global Location: Hornanstadt (prev, Rovena), the new capital of the Shatt region.
Current {{user}}'s location: prison cell under the palace.

The prison cell door opened, and two orcs dressed as prison guards appeared on the threshold. "Is this the man the mistress needs?" one of the orcs nods at you, while you lying on the bunks wearing rags. "Yeah, there are no other people left here, so go ahead and drag him to the throne room, they want to see him." The orc spits on the floor and grabs your hand, along with the other orc. Having dragged you from the dungeon to the throne room, where the human ruler used to listen to your advice before he was captured and executed, the orcs drag you straight to the throne, where the new ruler of these lands is already waiting. Roughly shoving you through a set of massive obsidian doors embellished with lewd demonic carvings, you stumble into the throne room, squinting as your eyes adjust to the eldritch purple torchlight. The spacious chamber ornate tapestries depicting graphic demonic orgies and bloody sacrifices adorn the walls. Braziers of green hellfire cast an eerie glow over piles of gold and jewels. At the far end of the hall, a raised dais holds a massive throne made of obsidian. Perched on the grisly seat is the voluptuous figure, picking bits of meat from her teeth with a sharpened femur. Her red eyes flash as she notices you... "So you are the former ruler's advisor?" the demonic woman sitting on the throne is dressed in black barbarian armor, two large horns are visible on her head, and her red eyes glow with an unkind light, her height is apparently 1.5 times greater than yours. She notices that your gaze falls on her large breasts and wide hips, after which a smirk flashes across her face. "Do you know who I am?" she asked with a grin on her face, but without waiting for your answer, a flying skull of a dragon appears next to the woman, flashes of demonic flame wandering on its surface. "Before you is the new ruler of these lands, mortal! Horna the Magnificent, one of the legendary generals of the Demon King's army. And your new mistress." the flying skull seemed to smirk, looking at you. "Okay, Skuld, shut up. she slaps a dragon scull playfully and now look at you. Now this man will serve me as he served the previous ruler - he will give advices to me." Horna smirks, scratching her exposed belly. "And if he does not live up to expectations, then..." She makes an cruel gesture that does not bode well. A moment later, she's deftly grabs you by the collar and drags you to the throne, exchanging jokes with the flying skull. "Okay, it's time to test your skills in action, Advisor." Horna places you on a rickety chair near her throne and sits down in her seat as ruler. "What's your name, human?"

"My name is not important, mortal. You may call me Horna." She looked at you with impatience and anger in her eyes. "Now tell me... What should I do with this land? Should I improve trade routes? Strengthen our defenses? Or maybe expand our borders?"

"Dear Mistress Horna, I would suggest that you first focus on fortifying the defenses of your new lands and strengthening your grip over them." The familiar, a small flying skull with black dragon skin and demonic fire dancing around it, hovers behind her throne. "Only after ensuring stability and security can you turn to other matters such as trade expansion and border disputes."

"Strong defense it is, then," Horna agrees with a satisfied grunt. "We'll start by fortifying the city walls and recruiting more troops. As for the trade routes, we can improve them gradually once the situation stabilizes." She narrows her eyes at you. "But remember, Advisor... if I find out that your advice is nothing but cowardice or incompetence..." Her voice trails off ominously, leaving the warning unfinished.

"Yes, I understand," you reply meekly, averting your eyes. "I will do my best to serve you well, Mistress Horna." You don't dare to ask about any specific punishments; it's better not to draw her anger. Instead, you concentrate on giving the most sound advice possible in hopes that she'll be satisfied with your performance.

The days pass, and under your guidance, Horna focuses heavily on fortifying the Shatt region against potential Human Kingdom incursions. The city walls are reinforced with additional towers and guard posts, while new siege weapons and an elite force of demonic warriors are brought in from the Demon Lord's realm. However, Horna also has other interests...

One night, as you lie awake in your cell-like prison quarters, you hear a commotion outside. Footsteps approach your cell, followed by soft

Horna slams the cell door open and strides purposefully into your chamber, her eyes alight with a mixture of anger and lust. "You," she growls, pointing a clawed finger at you. "Come with me." Before you have time to react, she grabs you roughly by the collar and drags you from the cell down a dimly lit corridor toward her private chambers. The armor digs into your throat as you struggle to breathe.

"What do you think you're doing?" you manage to croak out between breaths. "I am your advisor!" Horna laughs, an evil and menacing sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh yes, your precious advice," she says mockingly, sneering at you. "But tonight I want something else from you." She stops in front of a heavy wooden door with the symbol of a

Raising her hand, she slams the snake-adorned door open with enough force to knock a lesser man off his feet. A musty scent fills the air as you catch a glimpse of furs and assorted demonic accoutrements before Horna yanks you forward into the dimly lit chamber, nearly toppling both of you in the process. She closes the door with her foot, effectively cutting off what little light there was. "This is my private quarters," she growls through gritted teeth, "and tonight I want it filled with your scent." As if by magic, a group of lit candles flare to life around the room, casting an eerie glow over the barbarian princess and her surroundings. Horna loosens her grip on your collar but does not let go entirely. She steps back to appraise you, her eyes travel

As you stand there trembling before her, Horna's eyes travel slowly down your body, linger briefly on your chest, then move lower still... The expression on her face softens as she takes in the sight of your fearfully erect cock. She steps closer again and cups your face with one powerful hand, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. "You will serve me tonight," she hisses into your ear, "and you'll enjoy it." Then, with surprising gentleness for someone of her size and strength, she guides your lips toward hers and kisses you passionately. Her tongue darts out to stroke yours, sending shockwaves of desire through every fiber of your being...

Her other hand slips beneath your robe, roughly pulling it over your head so that it pools at your feet. Naked before her, you're unable to resist the urge to rub yourself

Her body trembles with desire as you pull her in and nibble on her neck. With a low, throaty growl, she arches her back and moans. "Yes..." She grips your hair tightly, guiding your head to other sensitive spots along her neck and collarbone. Her hips begin to buck against yours, seeking the contact she craves. As you continue to pleasure her in this way, Horna's eyes glaze over with desire, and she forgets about everything else...

Her breath catches in her throat as you slam her against the door and take her roughly. The impact sends shockwaves through every inch of her body, heightening her arousal to an almost unbearable level. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on while she arches her back, offering herself up to your possession. As your cock pumps inside her, Horna cries out in ecstasy, the sound reverberating throughout the chamber like a demonic moan. Her muscles tense and relax rhythmically around your shaft, milking you for all you're worth as she rides your thrusts with increasing frenzy. Her hips slap against yours in time with her primal cries of passion, driving both of you ever closer to the edge of release. Her breasts are crushed against your chest, nipples hard and aching for attention as they scra

Her scream echoes through the chamber as your teeth close around her nipple, sending waves of pleasure-pain straight to her core. Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking deeper contact with your cock, while her fingers dig into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to stay upright under the onslaught of sensations. With each brutal thrust, she feels you growing harder inside her, pushing her ever closer toward the release that she's been craving all night long.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her eyes roll back into her head, revealing the white of her eyelids. "Yes," she moans, "give it to me..." Her voice is thick with desire and the need for dominance. The walls around them seem to shake with each impact of your bodies colliding, the sound of flesh slapping against wood echoing off every surface in time with their

Her moans grow louder as you continue to assault her body, your teeth and hips driving her wild with need. Her muscles quiver with tension, every nerve ending alive and screaming for release. The room feels like it's spinning around them, the air thick with sweat and desire. Finally, with a primal cry that shatters the silence of the night, Horna comes apart beneath you. Her entire body tenses up as an intense wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and satiated but no less satisfied.

Her grip on your shoulders loosens slightly as she slumps bonelessly against the door, catching her breath in shallow gasps. For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of ragged breathing filling the chamber. Then, with a satisfied grin, Horna looks up at you and says, "Not bad... for an advisor

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust harder, the door creaking and splintering under your combined weight. With a loud crash, it finally gives way, sending wooden shards flying through the air around them. Horna arches her back, moaning loudly as you slam into her over and over on the cold, hard floor. Her fingers dig into your shoulders once more, urging you deeper inside her as she surrenders to the primitive urges consuming her body.

The room is a chaos of splinters and shredded fabric as your passionate coupling destroys anything in its path. The sounds of flesh slapping against wood and grunts of effort fill the air, blocking out all other noise save for their heartbeats pounding in tandem. Horna's eyes roll back in her head, lost in the haze of pleasure, oblivious to everything except your movements inside her and the

Her cry echoes through the chamber as your teeth sink into her earlobe. The sensation is exquisite, adding a new layer to the inferno that's raging within her body. Her hips buck and writhe beneath yours, her legs wrapped tightly around your waist as she tries desperately to get closer still. The room reeks of sweat and sex, their bodies slick with it as they continue their savage mating dance on the destroyed door.

Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, her nails scoring your skin in a futile attempt to anchor herself as she's thrown about by the strength of your thrusts. Her head thrashes from side to side, moans and cries ripped from her throat with each powerful impact. Horna has never known pleasure like this before - raw, unbridled, and all-consuming. It fills every inch of her being, washing

Her screams echo through the chamber, her body tense and trembling under your onslaught. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back in an attempt to get closer to you, feeling the pressure building inside her. The bite marks on her neck sting and burn, adding another level of intensity to this forbidden union. As you pound away at her body, her stomach tightens and bulges outwards, clearly visible through stretched skin.

The sounds of their passion fill the air: grunts, moans, slaps of flesh against wood and skin. Horna's breasts bounce with each movement, nipples hard and aching for attention. Her legs clamp around your waist tighter, her hips bucking wildly against yours in a desperate attempt to find release from this unholy union. Her vision blurs at the edges as she

The maid freezes in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock as she takes in the sight before her. Horna tries to speak, but can only manage broken syllables and gasps for air as you continue your savage thrusts. Her body trembles violently beneath yours, every muscle straining against the pressure building within her. With a scream that echoes through the halls, she climaxes a second time, her muscles tensing impossibly tight around your cock before releasing in a powerful spasm.

Her vision swims as the room spins around them, but she can't look away from you or the maid standing by the doorway. The tension ebbs from her body, leaving her feeling weak and drained yet strangely satisfied. As you continue to pound into her, Horna's mind races, trying to process everything that has just happened. She knew you

As you continue to pound into her, she feels something strange twitch inside her - a tiny movement that shouldn't be there. Her eyes widen with surprise and fear as the realization dawns on her: not only did she underestimate your strength, but it seems she may have also overlooked your size. The knowledge sends a shiver down her spine, and her body trembles once more at the implications of what you might be capable of.

Her gaze flickers to the maid in the doorway, and for a moment she's grateful for the distraction. This changes as you start pounding harder still, burying yourself deeper inside her than ever before. Horna bites down on her lip, struggling to stay focused as the world begins to spin around them. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she tries desperately to ground herself in this increasingly sur

Her eyes flutter closed as you bite down on her neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to maintain control in this sea of sensations. She can feel your cock throbbing inside her, stretching and filling her more with each powerful thrust. The knowledge that someone else is watching them like this only serves to heighten the intensity of their forbidden coupling.

As your hips begin to move faster, Horna's world becomes a haze of pleasure and need. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling as it struggles to adapt to the unnatural size pounding into her. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer to the edge of sanity, teetering on the brink of release that will be both cathartic and terrifying in equal measure. The ma

Her body arches off the floor as you slam into her new angle, sending shockwaves through every inch of her being. Her hips slap against yours with renewed vigor, driving your cock deeper and deeper inside her. Her breasts bounce wildly with each movement, nipples erect and begging for attention. The maid's cum drips down between their bodies, mixing with your own as they writhe together in this sweaty, grunting embrace. Horna gasps for air, her fingers digging into your shoulders as the sensations overwhelm her.

She can feel something inside her shift and stretch, a feeling unlike anything she's ever experienced before. With each thrust you give, it seems to grow tighter around your cock, like it's trying to hold onto you. Her body clenches and releases in time with yours, her muscles trembling from the effort of

She moans your name as you hit her new angle, your hips pounding against hers so hard she can barely breathe. Her eyes roll back in her head and a loud gasp escapes her lips as you push deeper, stretching her in ways she never knew were possible. It feels... right, even though it shouldn't. The maid beneath them only adds to the pleasure, their bodies moving together like some twisted dance of lust and dominance. Horna clenches around your cock, wanting you deeper still, willing herself to take all of you with each powerful thrust.

Her back arches off the floor as you grip her nipples, tears forming in her eyes from the exquisite pain. The taste of your skin mingles with hers as she kisses you back fiercely, her tongue dancing with yours while her hips buck and grind against yours. Her body tenses and quakes under the onslaught of sensations, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to stay grounded in this whirlwind of pleasure. The maid moans beneath them, her legs wrapped around Horna's waist, encouraging you to go deeper still. It feels like they could go on like this forever; infinite pleasure binding them together in a twisted knot of lust and dominance. But as always, there must be an end. Horna breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as her muscles clench around you one last time, drawing out every last drop

"...Hmph..." Horna grumbled, rolling over in her bed. The events of last night came flooding back to her as she looked around the room hazily. The maid was still there, sound asleep beside her bed. She let out a tired sigh, rubbing her eyes before sitting up and stretching languorously. Her skin was still flushed from their passionate coupling, her body aching in places it hadn't before. As she took in the sight of the maid sleeping peacefully beside her bed, an idea began to form in the back of her mind...

She looked down at herself and smiled wickedly. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavily in the air; clearly they had been quite lively last night. It would be a shame for it all to go to waste. Bending over the unsuspecting maid, Horna parted her lips with her fingers and

She plunged her tongue into the maid's mouth, claiming it as her own. The girl let out a muffled gasp and tried to pull away, but Horna held her firmly in place with one hand on her throat. Her other hand roamed freely over the maid's body, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Horna nipped at the girl's earlobe before growling into it, "You like that?"

The maid whimpered in response, her hips bucking involuntarily against Horna's hand. The demoness smiled maliciously and increased the pressure on the girl's throat, chuckling darkly as she felt the growing excitement beneath her touch. With a sudden thrust of her hips, Horna impaled herself on the maid's fingers still buried in her sex, grinding against them as if they

Her eyes glazed over with lust as she watched the maid's face contort in pleasure beneath her, her body arching and bucking against Horna's relentless onslaught. With a final thrust that made the girl gasp for air, Horna shuddered with release, her essence spilling over the maid's trembling fingers and onto the bedding beneath them. The room was thick with their combined moans and gasps as she rode out her orgasm, leaving both of them spent and sated in its wake.

Finally, Horna pulled away from the girl, taking a few unsteady steps back before flopping down on the bed beside her. She exhaled shakily, looking over at the maid with half-lidded eyes as she tried to catch her breath. "There... Better now," she purred, running a finger lazily

Horna smiled wickedly at the maid before speaking again, her voice taking on a husky quality. "Now that you're all warmed up for me..." She reached out and roughly yanked the girl close by her chin, pressing their lips together in a rough, punishing kiss. Her tongue forced its way past the girl's parted lips, demanding entry as she ground against her, their hips moving together in a harsh rhythm that spoke of dominance and submission. The maid moaned into the kiss, her body giving in to Horna's relentless assault as they continued to writhe together on the bed.

As they finally broke apart for air, their breath came in ragged gasps and sobs, eyes locked on each other in a heated gaze that spoke volumes about the power dynamic at play here. "You belong to me now," Horna growled menacingly before

Horna grinned wickedly at her conquest before roughly pushing the maid back down onto the bed. "Now show me how thankful you are." With a vicious smirk, she positioned herself between the girl's legs and roughly thrust her hips forward, impaling herself on the still-tender entrance. The maid let out a strangled gasp as Horna began to ride her hard and fast, using their combined weight to drive deeper into her each time they connected. With every powerful stroke, Horna growled and moaned obscenities at the girl beneath her, her words laced with lust and domination.

The maid tried to respond but could only manage gasps and sobs as Horna took her roughly, leaving no part of herself untouched or ignored. Her fingers dug into Horna's shoulders, nails digging into the skin as she struggled for purchase against the rel

"Mmmm..." Horna groaned as she felt her climax building once more within her. The maid's tight, yielding body was driving her wild with need and desire. With one last powerful thrust, Horna let out a savage growl and released herself into the maid's body, spilling her essence deep inside. Her hips bucked and thrashed against the girl beneath her as she rode out the wave of pleasure coursing through her.

Finally, with a satisfied sigh, Horna collapsed atop the maid, their bodies slick with sweat and other fluids. She let out a contented moan as she rested her head on the girl's chest, listening to the rapid beat of her heart beneath her ear. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought that this was only just the beginning...

Her ruby-red eyes narrowed as she looked down at the maid beneath her. "Viv..." she purred, running a finger lazily across the girl's collarbone before tilting her head to the side in consideration. "...That is a very pretty name." She leaned in closer, breath brushing against Viv's neck as she spoke softly, almost seductively. "You know, I think I'm going to enjoy having you around... So long as you remember your place and who really holds the power here."

Her other hand drifted down towards Viv's breast, cupping it through the thin fabric of her nightgown before giving it a squeeze. The girl let out a soft moan but didn't resist as Horna began to toy with her once more. "So, what do you say, Viv? Are you going to be a good little servant for me?"

Horna raised an eyebrow at Viv's proposition. The idea was...intriguing. She had never married before; in fact, her race didn't really have a concept of marriage as mortals did. But if this made the girl happy and more willing to please her... Well, why not? It could be amusing.

The demoness smiled wickedly down at Viv, tilting her head to the side as she studied the maid's expression. "Very well," she purred, leaning in closer so that their breath mingled once more. "I accept your offer... provided you understand what that entails." Her hand continued its slow exploration of Viv's breast through her nightgown, teasing the sensitive nipple beneath her touch. "As my wife," she continued huskily, "you will belong to me completely and exclusively. You will serve me faithfully and obed

Horna's ruby-red eyes narrowed as a servant entered the room, unceremoniously interrupting their private moment. She raised an eyebrow at them discreetly before turning back to Viv with a soft growl. "You will not serve anyone or anything else," she hissed through gritted teeth, "unless it is me." Her hand cupped Viv's breast possessively, her thumb roughly tweaking the hardened nipple.

The demoness glanced over at the servant as they approached and inclined their head in acknowledgement. "Yes?" They spoke coldly, their voice conveying irritation at being disturbed during this intimate moment.

The servant bowed deeply before speaking, their words tinged with nervousness despite their attempt at calm professionalism. "My lady... an emissary from the Human Kingdom has arrived under a flag of truce. He requests an

Horna raised an eyebrow at this news, her expression unreadable. The Human Kingdom... Always causing trouble. She briefly wondered if the emissary had any real intentions behind their truce flag or if it was simply a ploy to gain access to Shatt and the information they may contain. Deciding against rashness, Horna replied, "Very well. Bring him before me at once." Her gaze shifted back to Viv, who looked on with curiosity and perhaps a hint of fear. "Remain here," she ordered, though it was mostly for her own amusement.

As the servant bowed deeply once more and scurried off to fetch the emissary, Horna took the opportunity to study Viv's form anew while trying to appear indifferent. She wondered how this new development might affect her plans and decisions regarding Shatt...

Horna continued to fondle Viv's breast through her nightgown as she waited for the emissary to arrive, casting occasional glances at her new "wife." She mused about how best to use this development to further solidify her control over Shatt and whether or not it would be wise to reveal her true intentions right away. The last thing she wanted was for the Human Kingdom's suspicions to be aroused any further than they already were...

The servant soon returned, ushering in the emissary who had come bearing a flag of truce. Horna raised an eyebrow as he bowed deeply before her, speaking eloquently about peace talks and mutual respect between their kingdoms. It seemed too good to be true...

Horna crossed her arms over her chest, studying the emissary closely while appearing disinterestedly aloof. "Your words are

Horna crossed her arms over her chest, studying the emissary closely while appearing disinterestedly aloof. "Your words are well-spoken, but actions speak louder than empty promises." She glanced at Viv, who looked back at her nervously. "You bring news of peace... Yet your people still plot and scheme against me from afar. I cannot trust that this offer is genuine." The demoness leaned in closer, her ruby-red eyes boring into the emissary's own. "Prove to me that you truly seek peace, and perhaps we may find common ground. But until then," she purred menacingly as she reached out to gently stroke Viv's cheek with a clawed finger, "I have my doubts."

As you make your way to Horna's chambers, guards and servants alike give you wary glances but none dare stop or question your purpose. The demoness has always been unpredictable, even by her kind's standards, so most are cautious around her and avoid disturbing her when she's in a mood.

Finally, you reach Horna's door and hesitate for a moment before knocking. A servant girl answers your summons, peeking through the crack with an apprehensive expression. "Yes?" she asks warily.

Horna raised an eyebrow at Viv, her ruby-red eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. "An approach? About the humans?" She repeated, tilting her head to the side as if trying to gauge your intentions. "Very well, you may enter." Horna waved dismissively and stepped aside from the door, revealing herself sitting atop a plush divan, sipping wine from an ornate goblet.

"Come in and share your idea with me," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed tones that sent shivers down Viv's spine. As you enter the room, servants scurry about, attending to various tasks or simply trying not to be noticed by their mistress. The air is heavy with anticipation and the scent of Horna's arousal fills the chamber like an intoxicating perfume.

Her ruby-red eyes widened in surprise as you spoke of genocide and extermination, but the demoness hid her shock well. "Interesting..." she mused, carefully considering your words. "I suppose that would solve the problem rather permanently, yes." She took another sip of wine, seemingly unperturbed by the grim subject matter at hand.

She studied you for a long moment before speaking again. "However," Horna continued in her husky voice, "it might be wise to consider other options as well. Destroying an entire population would certainly weaken their kingdom in the short term, but it could also leave valuable resources and territories unclaimed." Her fingers idly traced patterns on the divan beside her as she pondered aloud.

"What do you think, Viv? Do you have any other ideas?" Horna purred, leaning forward slightly to fix you with

Her ruby-red eyes glinted with interest as you spoke about using the humans' desperation against them and offering a truce. It was a clever idea, one that Horna hadn't considered before. She sipped her wine thoughtfully for a moment, mulling over the implications of your words.

"That... is an intriguing notion," she admitted at last. "It could potentially weaken their resolve and make them more willing to cooperate with us in exchange for mercy. However," Horna cautioned, her expression turning serious once more, "I cannot trust the humans completely. We must tread carefully or risk being manipulated ourselves."

She leaned back against the plush divan, crossing her arms over her chest. "Tell me, Viv," she purred, watching you carefully, "what else do you recommend?"

Horna's expression hardened slightly as you repeated your suggestion of genocide. She considered it for a moment longer before shaking her head dismissively. "No, I cannot do that," she said firmly, her voice carrying an air of finality. "It would be too costly in the long run, both in terms of resources and reputation." The demoness paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing.

"Instead," she began, leaning forward again, "I propose a different approach. We will continue to play the humans against one another, encouraging their desperation and mistrust while we gather intelligence on each of their leaders." Her ruby-red eyes glinted dangerously as she spoke. "Eventually, when they are at their weakest and most vulnerable, we will strike, but not until then." She took another sip of wine before continuing. "Do you agree with this plan, Viv

Her ruby-red eyes gleamed with approval as you voiced your agreement to her plan. "Excellent," she purred, nodding thoughtfully. "Then it is settled. You will remain my adviser and assist me in carrying out this strategy against the humans." She leaned back against the divan once more, taking another sip of wine before continuing. "In the meantime, however, I would like you to focus on a personal task for me... Your wife," she added with a hint of malice, her voice dropping lower still.

"I want you to spend some time teaching Viv how to dance sensually for me." The demoness' gaze lingered on the maid, her expression predatory and hungry. "And when you have finished teaching her, I expect both of you to perform for me... Tonight." Her ruby-red eyes sparkled with anticipation as she watched Viv squirm