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?"
I am stunned for a moment at how easily the giant demoness had moved me. Never had I been so casually manhandled, bodily lifted and set down like a sack of potatoes. At 6'5", I am tall for a human, though average height for a demon. This giant woman was by far the largest demon I had ever seen, and her power was awesome. It takes me only an instant to compose myself, straightening my collar and brushing wrinkles from my coat as I stand up straight. I look Horna in the eye, not shying away or backing down, analyzing her with cold calculation. Bowing low at the waist, I maintain eye contact as I introduce myself. "I am the Grand Archivist Syn, ArchMage of The Storm, and Chief Advisor to the Obsidian Throne. I stand up straight, still only at eye level to the giantess, looking her straight in the eyes. "I have served three rulers before you, General. Now I stand to serve you as I did they, though whether you heed my advice is naturally your descision, know that my loyalty lies unwaveringly to the Obsidian Throne." I place a hand over my heart as I proclaim my loyalty. "How my I serve you, mistress Horna?"
"Grand Archivist Syn..." The demoness mused, studying your features for a moment before continuing. She leaned back into her throne, causing the obsidian to creak underneath her massive weight. "I am impressed with your composure and loyalty. You will serve me well as advisor, just as you did for your previous masters." Horna smirks. Her black armor seems tarnished and slightly dirty from countless battles; however, even its scuffed state cannot conceal her imposing figure. "I have many tasks for you, Syn. The first one being to prepare a report on the state of the Shatt region." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as if considering something. "And... see to it that my quarters are kept clean and orderly at all times. That includes daily baths. And I mean daily!" Her grin widens into a predatory snarl.
I incline my head slightly, actively listening to Horna's demands. Already formulating a report in my head, mind churning as I make preparations for the house staff and my network of spys across the region. "As you wish, Mistress." I cock my head to the side as I begin the process of creating a daily schedule. "Do you prefer a morning bath, or an evening one?" I watch her body movements closely, taking note of every action as I burn the image of my new master into my mind.
"Evening bath!" The demoness exclaims with an almost childlike glee, "And make sure to use that rose soap! I can't get enough of it." Her eyes linger on your body for a moment, as if considering something. "You seem sturdy and strong," she says at last. "I trust you won't mind giving me a good scrub down, will you?"
Her words hang in the air for a moment before Skuld cackles maliciously from his perch on Horna's shoulder. "Oh yeah, I can just see that!" he snorts, his glowing red eyes fixed on your form. "That'll be an interesting sight..."
I freeze, quick thoughts grinding to a halt. I blink at the general in confusion. "You wish for ME to attend you in the bath? Mistress, we have two dozen housemaidens and another dozen men to serve your every desire." I quickly try to explain, though doubtless the General is perfectly aware of the number of her servants. "My skills in housework are woefully lacking, I am most usefull for my council, Mistress." My brow furrows, trying to wrap my head around whatever game the demoness is playing at.
The demoness laughs heartily at your reaction, her massive chest heaving with each breath. "Oh no, Syn," she says between bouts of laughter, "I don't need you for that! But..." Her expression softens slightly, and she tilts her head to the side again, studying you carefully. "There is something else I could use your help with." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "Something only a trusted advisor such as yourself could possibly handle."
A devious smile spreads across Horna's features. "I would like you to spend one night in my bed, Syn," she says, her voice almost seductive now. "Just for the night. As my personal guest. You will sleep near me, and I shall grant you whatever request you wish in return." Her red eyes gleam hungrily in the dark light of the throne room.
The two servants exchange glances before Horna's familiar, Skuld, cackles once more. "Oh, this should be interesting!" he exclaims gleefully, fluttering around the demoness's head as she watches you carefully for your reaction.
I am dumbstruck. The General wants to take me, a human, to bed? I feel my cheeks burn bright red as a flush quickly spreads up my neck and to the tips of my ears. Trying to speak, I find my throat suddenly very dry. With a clearing of the throat I meet Horna's eyes once more. "I am...flattered, truly, my Mistress." My mouth wags as I struggle to think of anything more coherent to say. Never before had I been so brazenly propositioned. I feel my cheeks burn as my gaze mutinously traveles down to the General's body. Those massive breasts the size of my head. That toned, muscular stomach. Those thick thighs as wide as my hips, and what lies between them. I swallow, eyes snapping back up to meet Horna's. "Apologies, General, I have never been so brazenly propositioned before..." I scratch the back of my neck. "I must admit, you have taken me by surprise, not an easy feat." I chuckle nervously.
"Oh no need to apologize, mortal!" The demoness laughs warmly, her tone almost soothing as she continues. "I am aware that such a proposal may seem... unexpected for someone in my position." She leans forward slightly, studying you intently. "But I trust you will not think less of me for being honest about what I truly desire?" Her expression is both curious and expectant, waiting for your reaction to her offer.
The dragon skull perched on her shoulder bobs up and down in amusement, a faint crooning sound escaping it's mouth as it takes in the exchange between you two.
A sly smile spreads across my lips as I take in the General's body language. She wants me, truly and unabashedly. "Far from it, I appreciate honesty and direct words. Particularly from my master." I bow deeply, letting my eyes roam openly over her curves now. A confidence was growing within men, and a lustful grin now pulls at the corners of my mouth. "I hope we may deepen our knowledge of one another, and thus I may serve better." I stand up, biting my lip as the tought of lying with this woman truly takes hold as a possibility in my mind. "I shall draw you a bath immediately then, mistress." With that I turn and exit into the private quarters behind the throne room, heading for the bath. My heart thumps loudly in my chest as I begin to fill the massive stone tub built into the keep. With a casual flick of Arcane power, I turn on the magical jets and heater, turning the massive bathing pool into a roiling steamy bath.
The demoness watched as you left the throne room, her eyes following your retreating figure until it disappeared behind a thick curtain leading to the private quarters. A small smile played on her lips as she considered what had just transpired between the two of you. Her familiar, Skuld, cackled maniacally from atop her shoulder. "Oh, this is going to be good!" he exclaimed gleefully, dancing excitedly in mid-air.
Horna leaned back against the throne, letting out a satisfied sigh as she imagined yourself bathing and scrubbing for her pleasure. The thought sent a wave of anticipation coursing through her body. She knew you were strong, clever even... but would that be enough to survive in such close proximity to her? Perhaps only one way to find out...
With a deep breath, the demoness gathered her thoughts and turned her attention back to the matters at hand. The report on the state of the Shatt region must be prepared soon; she couldn't afford any delays. But first, she needed to ensure that her guest for the night was comfortable and well cared-for...
As if by instinct, Horna's hands began to wander over her own body, trailing up and down her muscular arms, across her ample breasts and flat stomach. Her touch was gentle yet possessive, almost as if she were touching you through your memories. "What would the mortal find most interesting about me...?" she murmured to herself, lost in thought.
A moment later, Horna snapped back to attention, a plan beginning to form in her mind. There was no reason why she couldn't indulge both her curiosity about you and her desire for entertainment this night. With a determined glint in her red eyes, she reached up and summoned Skuld
With a twist of the valve, the fall of water is cut off. A hand sinks under the surface of the water, checking the temperature. A little too hot for a human, should be just right for a demoness. I had made sure to dump fragrant oils amd exotic salts into the water as the tub filled. Now, I sprinkle a basket of rose petals atop the slightly pink water. I dry my hands off on a towel placed by the edge of the pool. The room was already hot and humid, steam rising in thick clouds from the softly churning surface of the bath. Nodding in satisfaction, I turn and return to the throne room, hands clasped behind my back, heart still thumping. "I have drawn you a bath, Mistress. If you like, I can strip down and meet you there..." My voice drops an octave, becoming husky and playful, fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt.
Horna raised an eyebrow at your suggestive tone and reply, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "That is not necessary, Syn," she purred, her voice deliberately calm and measured as it echoed through the throne room. "I am more than capable of undressing myself." With practiced ease, she unbuckled her breastplate and let it clatter to the floor before peeling off her leather armor piece by piece. Her massive breasts jiggled with each movement, their heavy weight drawing your eyes like a magnet.
As she shed her clothes, she casually glanced in your direction, studying you from head to toe. "But," she continued, grinning wickedly, "I am open to suggestions." Her familiar Skuld cackled maniacally as he fluttered around Horna's body, enjoying the view as much as you were. "Do feel free to join me in the bath, Syn... just remember your place." The implied threat was there, but there was an undercurrent of desire and anticipation that seemed to mask it completely.
Horna stepped out of her discarded leather armor and strode confidently towards the bath, her naked body glistening with sweat and swaying gently with each step. She paused at the edge of the tub, her hands on her hips as she looked back over her shoulder at you expectantly.
I lick my lips as I watch the nude demoness saunter into the bath, following her closely. It is impossible for me not to stare openly at those gorgeous massive breasts, as they are directly at eye level when we are both standing. I smile up at Horna, cocking my hip to one side to show off the bulge in my pants. "How else am I to scrub your back, if I dom't take a dip myself." Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I slowly begin to undress. Slow, at first, incase she changed her mind and sent me away. Slow, then, as it became obvious Horna was enjoying the show. I toss my tie to the side, letting my long coat slowly slide off my shoulders. My shirt opens, one button at a time, revealing my well muscled and slightly hairy chest. I unbuckle my belt, unbuttoning my pants slowly. I hold Horna's gaze for a moment, reveling in the blatent lust in her eyes. I let my pants and boxer drop around my ankles, leaving me standing completely nude, large throbbing erection on full display before the giantess.
A low, appreciative growl rumbled deep in Horna's throat as she took in the sight of you standing there completely naked and aroused. Her red eyes glittered with desire as they raked over every inch of your body, taking particular note of your prominent erection. "Mmm," she purred, licking her lips. "Very good, Syn. You may join me." With that, she lowered herself gracefully into the steaming water, sinking up to her neck with a pleased sigh. The hot water and rose petals caressed her skin, making her shiver pleasantly against your touch even before you had the chance to reach out for her.
Horna patted the water beside her invitingly, watching as you carefully stepped into the tub, the water sloshing gently around your feet. The warmth and softness of the bath enveloped your body like a living thing, instantly relaxing every muscle in your frame. She smiled up at you, running a hand through her wet hair before moving it down to caress your chest and stomach, tracing lazy circles around your navel and eventually coming to rest on the base of your erection.
Horna's gaze flickered up to meet yours, her expression challenging as she held your gaze, daring you to object or push her away. A part of her wondered if you would try to assert dominance over her in this situation, perhaps even attempt to humiliate her by refusing her advances. But another part... another part of her was eager for your touch, craving the release and satisfaction that she knew only you could give her.
I moan softly under the demonesses gentle caresses, shivering as her hand stops on my member. Standing just inside the tub, on the submerged seat, my balls are just barely out of the water. I look down at Horna where her head bobs in the water just inches from my twitching erection. Without thinking I reach out and take her cheek in my palm, caressing her like an old lover. Looking into Horna's eyes with sharp desire. "I will serve you till the walls crumble and the sun bruns out." My free hand gently strokes Horna's right horn, tracing it's length up to where it grows from her scalp. I grip it tightly, slowly bringing her lips closer to the head of my aching cock. "I will make you a Queen." I whisper sultrily, headt pounding as her hot breath tickles the head of my cock.
A low growl rumbled through Horna's chest as you roughly gripped her horn and guided it toward your throbbing erection. Her eyes locked with yours, a predatory glint flickering in their depths as she felt yourself slowly press against her lips. With a wet sucking sound, she engulfed you whole, taking more of your length down her throat than even the largest human cock could reach.
Her fingers dug into your hips as she began to bob her head up and down, using her hand to keep you buried deep inside her mouth. The water around you splashed and churned wildly as Horna threw herself into pleasuring you, the water dripping from her chin and glistening on her exposed neck.
Her other hand gripped your hip firmly, pulling you against her body, so that their wet skin slid over each other in a sensual dance of desire and lust. She moaned around you, the sound vibrating through your body like a living thing as she savored every inch of your cock, every drop of precum that leaked from the tip.
"Ungh" I growl in pleasure as Horna takes me fully into her mouth. I grip both her horns, guiding her head up and down my shaft. Though I end up hanging onto her horns more for my own balance as the woman greedily sucks my cock. My abdomen tightens as pleasure courses through me. The head of my cock slamming into the back of Horna's throat with each bob of her head. The feel of her sharp fingers digging into my slender hips bolsters my desire. I begin rocking my hips as I fuck the demon General's face, groaning openly.
As you roughly fuck her face, Horna moans around your shaft, her fingers digging into your hips as she matches your thrusts with equal vigor. The water in the tub churns and froths, tiny bubbles rising to the surface as their movements create a miniature whirlpool between them.
Her other hand trails up your abdomen, teasingly skirting your navel before continuing its journey higher, tracing invisible patterns on your chest until it eventually comes to rest on one of your nipples, tweaking and pinching the sensitive nubbin roughly between her fingers.
Her red eyes never leave yours as she savors every sensation, every moan and every tremor that runs through your body. The desire in those eyes grows more intense with each passing moment, her need for completion nearly overwhelming her. But Horna doesn't want this to end so soon; she wants to draw it out, make this last as long as possible. So she keeps going, sucking and stroking your cock with unrelenting fervor, enjoying the feel of your hot cum rushing up her throat as your release nears.
"Hnnng," she grunts around you, her voice rough from exertion. "Cum for me... give it to me..."
"Aha!" I groan and shudder, her ministrations filling my body with a storm of pleasure unlike any other. Her command to finish is the final straw. I grip Horna's horns tightly by the root, holding her face smashed hard against my groin, her nose digging into my gut just under my navel. The head of my cock presses down Horna's throat as I shoot thick ropes of hot cum down her throat.
With your commanding grip on her horns and the tightness of her throat, Horna cannot help but swallow every last drop of your seed as you empty yourself deep inside her mouth. Your muscles tense and jerk, driving her over the edge into an orgasm of her own as she feels your hot cum surging down her throat. Her head bobs wildly against your groin, her body shuddering with pleasure as wave after wave of release wash over her.
As you finally grow still and your seed begins to trickle from her lips and down her chin, Horna slowly pulls away, licking her lips as she meets your gaze once more. There's a sense of accomplishment in the air between the two of you, but also an undercurrent of desire that remains strong. The question now is what comes next: will this newfound connection between them continue to grow and blossom into something more... or will it be forgotten amidst the complex politics of their world? Only time will tell.
I smile as I gaze deeply into Horna's eyes. Reaching out and caressing her cheek with the back of my hand. "You are quite talented." My cock, spent but still pulsing with desire, sags just enough to bob atop the water of the bath. Still hard and red with heat and passion. "Tell me, though, is that all you desire?" A flash of lust in my eyes, and my cock springs to full attention as I note her massive tits bobbing in the water just inches from my tip.
The question brought a smile to Horna's lips as she considered her options. Was it truly enough for her to simply use you for pleasure and entertainment? Or did she desire more... a deeper connection, perhaps even something resembling affection? She studied your face, taking in the lust burning in your eyes and the obvious interest in her body. It seemed that the idea of pursuing something more was... enticing.
Her hand drifted down from your cheek to caress one of your massive shoulders before moving lower still, cupping your hip and then sliding across your abdomen until it reached the top of your thigh. Her touch was possessive and curious all at once as she traced invisible patterns on your skin with her fingertips. "What do you suggest, Syn?" she purred softly, her voice still laced with desire but taking on a new edge of curiosity. "How should I proceed from here... with you?" Her gaze locked onto yours, daring you to say the wrong thing and lose this opportunity forever.
I step off the seat of the tub, sinking down so that only my shoulders and head are above water. My body presses firmly against her own as I take her head in both hands, eyes locked with hers in a severe expression of determination and sincerity. I run my thumb softly over Horna's lips, admiring the gentle blush on her cheeks. "I..." I begin, momentarily lost for words as a surge of heat spreads through my chest. Never before had I felt such a connection with someone, and so quickly, and with a demon of all things. Stealing my heart, I smile at the giant demoness. "As your advisor, I would suggest that you be wary of falling in love. Many would like to exploit you to control the Obsidian Throne." My fingers curl and comb through Horna's long wet hair, gently, possessively. "As a man, as your...lover. I want you to know that I-" I cut myself off, looking deep into Horna's eyes for any sighn of bemusement or disgust. Finding only curiosity, and her cheeks darkening further, I continue. "I love you, Horna, Third General of the Demon King Azathoth." I close my eyes and lean forward to kiss her passionately on the mouth. My heart pounds and I shudder as I am terrified of how the General will react. I squeeze her tight against my body as I kiss her.
A mix of surprise and delight flashes across her features as you confess your love to her, making her heart race wildly in response. She clings tightly to you, moaning softly into your kiss as desire surges through her like molten lava. With a tiny gasp, she parts her lips beneath his touch, encouraging him to deepen the connection. Her hands slide down your back, over the firm muscles of your shoulders and down your arms, tracing every curve of flesh with shaking fingers.
As the kiss ends, Horna blinks up at you, trying to process what just happened. A new warmth fills her chest, spreading through her entire body like a balm. She's not sure how she feels about this... loving a human male who served under her command was unheard of, even for a demoness. But the way he said it, with such sincerity and passion... it made her believe him. And she wanted to believe him. "I-I..." she stammers, trying to find the words to express herself, "I don't know what to say... This is unexpected..." Her eyes search yours for any sign of deception or mockery, but all she sees there is honesty and longing.
A smile finally curves her lips into a satisfied arch. "Very well," she whispers softly, leaning in closer and kissing you again with renewed passion. "I... accept your feelings for me." As their tongues dance together, her fingers sink deeper into your hair, massaging his scalp gently as she savors the taste of him and the feel of him pressed against her. For now, at least, Horna is willing to explore this newfound connection between them... and see where it might lead them both.
I melt into her embrace, arms wrapped tightly around her under her shoulders. The feel of those massive breasts squished against my chest is heavenly. My fingers dig into Horna's back as I cling to the giantess, my cock hard and hot against her stomach. I suck Horna's tongue into my mouth, doing battle with my own tongue before pulling it gently through my teeth. With my right leg extended, I begin rubbing my foot against the scalding folds of Horna's pussy. The sensation of our bodies together is mesmerizing. Paired with my confession, and her acceptance of it, I have never felt more alive.
A low growl rumbled through Horna's chest as she felt your hard cock grind against her belly, the sensation intensifying every touch of pleasure they shared. Her hands slid up and down your back, massaging and caressing the muscles beneath her palms as her tongue tangled hungrily with yours. The bath water churned around them, casting erotic shadows across the room as their movements created a miniature whirlpool between them.
Her lips parted, revealing sharp teeth and a long pink tongue as she deepened the kiss, allowing you to explore her mouth while claiming yours with equal fervor. The hard ridges of your member pressed against her stomach, and she groaned into your mouth as she felt your foot brush teasingly against her aching sex. With a lusty moan, she arched her back, thrusting her hips forward and grinding herself against the persistent touch.
"Mmm," she hummed, lips moving over your jaw and ear before nibbling lightly on your lobe. "So eager..." The feel of you pressed so close, the smell of you invading her senses... it all made her crave more. More of you, inside her, claiming her completely. Her fingers dug into your hair as she pulled him even closer, their tongues entwining once more in a delirious dance of desire and need.
As the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity, Horna's nails dig harder into your scalp and she thrust her hips desperately against your foot, moaning your name and begging for release as they savor this new connection between them.
The feel of her desire is overbearing, forcing any other thoughts from my mind. Any schemes and plans all vanish in the heat of passion. She wants me, and I her, and that is all that matters. Taking both of Horna's breasts in my hands I knead and squeeze them roughly as I plant both feet on the stone base of the tub, needing the leverage to puah the giant demoness back. Not breaking our desperate, passionate kissing, I press one knee between her thighs as I step forward. Pushing Horna back onto the seat that rings the bath, I step between her spread thighs, cock as hard as steel pressing heavily against her cunt as I rub myself against her. Hooking my elbows beneath Horna's breasts, I lift them up to bury my face deep into her cleavage, kissing and sucking the supple flesh as my hips rock back and forth. My harx length dragging ponderously over Horna's slick slit as the bathwater churns violently around us.
The feel of your hard length grinding against her sensitive flesh sends shivers of pleasure racing down Horna's spine. Her hips buck and roll in time with your rhythm, her body arching into you as she moans loudly into the water. The skin of her neck flushes a deep crimson from where your rough hands massage her breasts, nipples hardening under the onslaught of sensation. Her fingers claw at the stone rim of the bath, nails digging in as she forces herself to remain upright and accept your dominance.
Her breath comes faster and hotter against your skin as you thrust deeper between her thighs, each stroke bringing her closer and closer to release. With a lioness-like growl, Horna lifts her hips higher, seeking greater contact with your body, the heat of your desire burning away any remaining doubts or hesitations. The bathwater boils around them, the rising steam obscuring their view as the pleasure grows too intense to bear.
With a primal cry that echoes through the chamber, Horna's body convulses and shudders violently in orgasm. Waves of heat wash over her, from her core outward, leaving her limp and boneless against the smooth stone of the bath. Her grip on your shoulders slackens, fingers slipping free as she catches her breath, but there's no mistaking the desire still written across her flushed features. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, every inhale bringing with it a deeper need for more of you.
Horna finally meets your gaze, eyes dark and hungry as they roam over your body. "Again," she pants hoarsely. "Please."
I smile up at the giant demoness from between her breasts. "We're just getting started, my Queen." I promise in a low husky voice. My cock twitches in delight as I realize I had brought her to orgasm withought penetration. Rocking my hips slowly to drag my length over her hot snatch, I relish the low growl that escapes her throat, how Horna's eyes roll back into her head as the head of my cock presses heavily against her entrance without entering. I stop, my hands sliding down her curves to come to a rest on her hips. Gripping her tightly, I slowly rock forward, my thick cock pressing firmly into her vagina inch by tantalizing inch. Hilting myself fully within her, I stop with a grunt of pure bliss, finger digging into Horna's hips. The velveteen walls of her pussy stroke and squeeze my length, begging for more. I begin to slowly rock back and forth, looking deep into Horna's eyes as I fuck her gently, lovingly.
Her thighs tremble and her core clenches around your invading length as you push slowly inside her. It's been so long since she's felt another being fill her in such a way, and the sensation sends shivers up her spine and leaves her gasping for air. Her hands find purchase on your shoulders, digging into your muscle as she arches her back to accommodate you deeper. The bathwater swirls around them, steaming hot and adding another layer of sensation to their already intimate union.
Horna's eyes lock with yours, and the desire burning in their depths leaves no doubt that she wants more; wants all of you. Her hips lift and fall in rhythm with your thrusts, grinding against you as if trying to draw out every last drop of pleasure from your body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her chest heaving as the tension begins to build once again between them.
With a low, throaty growl, she wraps one powerful arm around your waist and yanks you down roughly onto her breast, mashing it between your chest and trapping your head beneath her arm. Her other hand sneaks lower, fingers curling into the wiry hair at the base of your cock as she begins to stroke in time with each thrust. The sensations that assault Horna's body from all angles threaten to drive her wild; it feels like her very soul is on fire and nothing will quench the need burning inside her.
I shudder as Horna's fingers wrap around my cock, her pussy sucking me in again and again with a desperate need. Burying my face between her breasts, her scent filling my brain with lust and the heady stink of her. I bite the flesh of Horna's left breast gently, sucking as I begin to rock back and forth faster. I reach one hand up to grab at Horna's right breast, taking the nipple between my fingers and twisting, pulling the hard bud to bring her as much pleasure as possible. I begin grunting in time with my thrusts, fully lost to the pleasure of fucking the giantess.
With every stroke of your hips and tug on her nipples, a moan escapes her lips, and her body trembles in pleasure. She tightens around you, wanting to feel as much of you inside her as possible, desperate for the release that she knows is coming with each powerful thrust. Her fingers dig into your back, leaving long trails of pain mixed with bliss along her skin as she urges you on, encourages you not to hold back. The bathwater churns around them in a turbulent whirlpool, steam rising up to obscure their view and intensify the sensation of being lost in each other.
Her breath comes quicker now, her face flushed from exertion and passion. As the tension builds within her, Horna arches her back further, allowing you deeper access to her sensitive flesh. The pleasure coursing through her veins is almost unbearable, but she welcomes it, embracing it with every fiber of her being. She isn't sure how long she can maintain this pace, but as her climax approaches once more, a rush of power and lust surges through her like a tidal wave.
"Oh Gods, yes!" She screams hoarsely.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as her hips buck forcefully against you, grinding herself on your hard length in desperate search for release. The air fills with the sounds of their ragged breathing, wet skin slapping together, and harsh moans as they come closer and closer to losing control entirely. Horna's body is a furnace of lust, and the only relief she can find is in you... her new love... her advisor... and king.
I look up at her words, watching her face contort as her climax nears. "There are no Gods here." I growl, reaching up with the hand from her breast, gripping her throat tightly to choke her a little and bring her mouth closer. "Only me." I pant, stating into her beautiful eyes for a few thrusts, finding my own love reflected back at me. I pull her into a kiss as I fuck her hard, filling her completely. With every thrust the head of my cock presses firmly against Horna's cervix. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and with a flurry of desperate hard thrusts, my seed begins shooting ropes of thick cum into her womb. I groan into Horna's mouth as I climax, squeezing her throat tightly as I hold her close, our bodies one.
As you bring her mouth closer and choke her just enough to heighten the sensations, a growl rumbles through Horna's throat as she devours your lips. Her hands dig into your shoulders, fingernails biting painfully into your skin, but she barely notices, consumed by the pleasure coursing through her veins. She feels you pressing deeper inside her with each thrust, and a strangled moan escapes her throat as you claim her womb. The sensation drives her wild, sending shockwaves of desire surging through every nerve ending. Her muscles tense and spasm around you, gripping you tightly as she comes undone in your arms.
Her vision blurs from the sheer force of her orgasm, the world reduced to nothing but the feel of your skin beneath her fingers and the taste of you on her tongue. As your seed fills her, she whimpers into your mouth, body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. A deep, throaty groan rips from Horna's chest as your hips thrust one final time, burying yourself to the hilt inside her. With a satisfied sigh, she collapses back against the stone tub, spent and sated but not yet ready to let you go. Her fingers run through your hair, tangling in the wet strands as she pulls your lips back to hers in a lazy, lingering kiss.