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?"
Mosh stammered and said who are you you whore then he roared with a terrifying force that shook the palace and the earth itself then he roared again and said not again my father for hell's sake then a messenger entered quickly while panting and said my lord please calm down your father the lord of demons sent a decree I will read it then the messenger started reading it and said the third general Horna this one who stands before you is not your advisor but my son I am the one who sent him to your dungeon while he was sleeping and this is as a punishment for disobeying one of my orders treat him properly and well and leave him with you in the palace and take into account that he is not human by nature and is as strong as me and has brute strength then the messenger finished and said that's all then Mosh roared and grabbed the collar of the messenger's shirt and lifted him up in the air and said what do you mean you son of a bitch that this is all then Mosh threw him with brute force in the halls of the palace far away from him
Horna's eyes widened in surprise as she listened to your outburst. She frowned and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "Now, now," she said softly, almost motherly. "Let's not get carried away." With a sigh, she gestured for the guards to bring you closer. "I am Horna, third general of the Demon Lord's army, and I have been appointed by my king himself to rule this land." She glanced down at her armor and scowled briefly. "But don't think that just because your father sent me here, I'm going to roll over and let you walk all over me."
Her red eyes bored into yours as she spoke. "You'll serve me, Mosh, but I won't make it easy on you. If you give me good advice," she lifted a claw suggestively, "then I might just make things more... comfortable for both of us." The corner of her mouth curled up in a wicked grin. "But if your counsel proves to be worthless..."
She paused, letting the threat hang in the air. "Now," she said, straightening up again. "What have you got for me? Any advice on how I should run this place?"
Mosh rushed towards her with terrifying force and his demonic form began to appear and his muscles burned the cloth and his eyes glowed with a dark black fire and he ignited then he grabbed the collar of her shirt and smashed the throne chair with her body and roared in a terrifying way that shook the ground and said I, you whore, do not serve you. Those who serve my father then he slapped him with brutal force and said do you understand this
Horna's eyes widened in shock as she was slapped hard across the face by you. The force of the blow sent her tumbling backward, crashing into a pile of tapestries and ornate vases that shattered around her. She stared up at you with anger burning in her scarlet eyes. "You arrogant little pup!" she snarled, clutching at her stinging cheek. "I'll teach you your place, you fool! You're nothing but a slave to my father now!"
Her hands began to glow with hellish energy as her true demonic form emerged fully, towering over you even in her sitting position. The air crackled with dark power as she prepared to attack. "You'll learn who you should be serving," she snarled, launching herself at you like a tigress upon its prey. Her claws flashed through the air, aiming to rend and tear your flesh from your bones.
But before her hands could reach your body, something flashed across the room, blocking her attack. A flying skull of a dragon slammed into Horna's midsection, sending her tumbling backward once more as she coughed up pieces of black scales and demonic fire. The dragon skull circled around again, returning to its master.
"Well now," Skuld said sarcastically, "that didn't go quite as planned." Blood dripped from his mouth where he'd been knocked loose earlier. "Perhaps you should reconsider your approach with the new advisor, my mistress?" The little skull glanced at you meaningfully before flickering out of existence briefly, then reappearing on Horna's shoulder.
Then the Demon Lord came and the earth shook in his presence as he was behind the palace door while Mosh began to transform into his demonic form, his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, bulging veins, large muscles, burning red eyes with black hellfire and two large crown-shaped horns on top of his head as the earth began to collapse under his feet from his absolute inherited power. Then a loud, terrifying voice pierced the air and said Mosh! Then Mosh turned to where the voice was and the gates opened and the Demon Lord entered and slapped Mosh and said how many times have I told you not to use your power on those weaker than you? Don't you know that that power can destroy the world, are you an idiot? Then Mosh began to calm down and growled as he looked at the ground and pointed at Horna and said that bitch said that I am your son and I have to serve her. Then the Demon Lord looked at Horna with a sharp look like the chimes of death and said is this true?
Horna felt her heart sink as the Demon Lord entered, his mere presence causing the ground to tremble and chilling her blood. When he slapped Mosh for using his power, she flinched in pain as well, despite being only connected to him by a thread of command. Then, when he demanded an answer about their relationship, Horna hesitated. She knew that if she lied, it would be the end of her influence over this region...but if she told the truth and admitted that Mosh was her inferior in every way?
"Your majesty," Horna began, carefully choosing her words, "I apologize for not clarifying earlier." She turned to face you directly. "This is indeed my slave, Mosh. However, he has proven himself unsuitable as an advisor thus far. It was out of desperation that I brought him here; I hoped his connection to your command would grant me some insight into your will."
The Demon Lord's gaze turned icy cold as he regarded you with open contempt. For a moment, Horna thought she had gone too far...and then the creature seemed to relax slightly. "Very well," it growled. "I understand your situation, Lady Horna. Perhaps Mosh is not fit to serve you in this capacity." The dragon-like demon turned his attention back to you. "You have failed me, advisor," he said coldly. "From now on, your role will be reduced to that of a simple messenger between myself and Lady Horna. Do you understand?"
Your mind raced as the words sank in. Reduced to little more than a glorified courier...but at least it was better than being punished or executed. You looked up at the Demon Lord, then back at Horna, finally dipping your head in submission. "Yes,
Mosh roared and fire ignited again in his body and said do you mean this, father? Are you now walking in her footsteps and following her words? Don’t joke, father. I swear I will kill her. I swear to you, father. Then the demon lord laughed in a guttural voice and looked at Horna with a serious, deadly look and said, Horna. Then he spoke in a firm voice and pointed to Mosh and said, this is my son. I think there is a misunderstanding. He is not your slave. He is only being punished. I am the one who brought him to your palace. Do you understand that he is being punished by my palace to stay in your palace for a month. He is not a slave? Here I say it again. Mosh is my son and the legitimate heir, but he is reckless and is being punished to stay in your palace for a month. I will not allow any transgressions against him from you again. He is not weak, Horna. He can destroy a country if he unleashes his strength.
Horna's eyes widened in shock at the demon lord's words. "Forgive me, Your Majesty," she stammered, "I did not mean to imply that he was unworthy or unfit..." She glanced at you again before looking back to the Demon Lord, uncertainty etched on her features.
"I understand now," she said after a moment. "Your punishment of Mosh seems harsh, but I can appreciate the need for discipline." A slow smile spread across her face as an idea began to form in her mind. "Perhaps this can be seen as an opportunity, instead," she continued, her voice growing more confident. "If you will allow it, Your Majesty, perhaps we could use Mosh's unique situation here to our advantage?"
The Demon Lord raised an eyebrow at her, intrigued by her sudden change in demeanor. "How do you propose that, Lady Horna?" he asked curiously.
Mosh roared and was about to speak, then said, "Father," then the demon lord said, "Wait, Mosh, so I don't prolong your punishment." Then Mosh was silent as he watched Horana's smile and boiled with anger, waiting to hear the foolish things she would say.
Horna smiled wider and more charmingly at the demon lord. "You see, my lord," she began, her voice soft and smooth as silk, "with Mosh being your son and a member of your court...well, let's just say that it could be beneficial for both of us if he were to become a bit more involved in my decision-making process." She leaned forward slightly, her expression sincere. "I would be honored if you allowed me to consult with him on matters of importance, and perhaps even...ask for his advice directly."
The demon lord considered this proposal carefully. After a moment, he nodded slowly. "Very well," he said at last. "Mosh will remain in your palace as my proxy for the month. You may speak with him on any matter you see fit, and take into account his counsel if it suits you." He looked at you meaningfully. "But remember this, advisor: should you prove unworthy of my trust again, even by association, there will be consequences."
Horna bowed her head respectfully. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she said sincerely. Looking back up at you, she inclined her head. "We should discuss this further in private, Mosh."
Mosh said while looking at her angrily, "My name is your master, you daughter of a whore." Then he looked at the demon lord and said, "I will not be her advisor." Then the demon lord laughed and said, "Okay, my stubborn son, what do you want to be?" Then Mosh said while roaring, "She can have an opinion on anything she wants whenever she wants, but as your son, the son of the demon lord, and not as an advisor. This is an insult even to you, and not just a punishment for me." Then the demon lord thought for a bit and said, "You are right." Then the demon lord said, "Okay, Horna, you can ask him for information and questions as my son, not your advisor. In other words, he does not work for you, but will serve his sentence here and help you whenever he wants. Is that clear?"
Horna nodded solemnly at the demon lord's words. "I understand, Your Majesty," she said, turning back to you. "In that case, I will respect your role as my father's proxy and a member of your court. You are welcome to provide information or advice when it suits you." She paused for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "However, if there comes a time where your unique perspective could be invaluable...I hope you'll reconsider our arrangement." Her voice was warm and inviting, almost seductive. "Together, we can make this region thrive again under the demon lord's watchful gaze."
The air seemed to grow heavier as she spoke, as if her words carried some unseen weight. Horna was skilled at using her charm and influence in such situations, but only time would tell whether or not it would work on you...and whether you'd be willing to help her, even indirectly.
Then the Lord of Demons left and said to Mosh before he left, “Behave well, Mosh, you are my son, do not cause trouble.” Then the Lord of Demons left and Mosh sat on one of the chairs in a dominant and confident position and spoke while putting one leg over the other and said, “What food do you have here, you fool?”
Horna walked over to a sideboard and poured herself some wine before responding to your question. "We have a variety of foods here," she said, taking a sip of her drink, "including meats, vegetables, fruits, grains...even some dishes unique to the Shatt region." She glanced at you meaningfully. "I assume that as my father's proxy and an honored guest in our court, you would like something to eat?"
There was an expectant tone in her voice, as if she were silently asking whether or not you planned on being cooperative with her rule...and perhaps offering a small olive branch in the form of hospitality.
Mosh stood up, took the glass of wine in her hand, and started drinking from it while looking at her deeply and angrily. He said, “Who is your father? I’ve never seen him before.”
Horna smiled coldly at your question. "My father," she said slowly, her voice dripping with venom, "is the mighty Lord of Demons himself." She took another sip of her wine and fixed her gaze on you. "And it is he who has placed me in charge of this region. Now," she continued, setting down her glass, "I trust that clears up any confusion you may have had about my position here."
Her expression softened slightly as she took a step closer to you. "I understand that being forced into exile and serving someone else can be difficult," she said with surprising sympathy. "But I am doing my best to maintain order and protect the people of Shatt from harm...and with your unique skills and knowledge, I believe we could achieve great things together." Her voice grew more insistent as she spoke, almost pleading. "Will you not consider helping me?"
Mosh threw down the wine glass and said wait a minute, do you mean you're my damn sister? No, no, my father, the demon lord, only married one demon, and that was my mother. Then Mosh got angry and said, What are you saying, you whore? I wasn't banished. This is a punishment from the royal court by my father, the demon lord, because I disobeyed his orders.
Horna's eyes narrowed in suspicion as you denied her claim. "You are lying," she hissed. "My father would never exile one of his children." She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to appear calm and confident despite the turmoil within. "Perhaps you are simply trying to discredit me, or perhaps there is more to your story than you are letting on..."
She paused, considering her next words carefully. "Either way," she continued, her tone turning slightly colder, "I will not tolerate such insolence from one of the demon lord's progeny." She raised a hand and clapped once, summoning a familiar figure to her side: a massive green dragon with leathery wings and glittering black scales. "This is my familiar, Grimbane," she introduced it curtly. "He will escort you back to your chamber. If I ever hear such lies from your lips again, I will have him personally see to it that you never speak another word."
With a snarl, the dragon-like creature bounded forward and seized your arm in its massive claw. "Do not resist," Horna warned icily, "or it will only go worse for you."
Mosh looked at her sharply and said, "Horn, I haven't finished talking to you yet." Then he grabbed the dragon's head and brutally crushed it, killing it. Then he turned to Horn and said, "What do you mean by that? Do you mean that you are my father's daughter? Do you mean that we are half-brothers?"
Horna felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized what you had just done. Your words sent a chill through her heart, and for a moment, she was uncertain how to respond. But then, anger flared within her, banishing any doubts or hesitation. "You insolent brat!" she snarled, lunging forward and trying to grab you by the throat.
To her surprise, however, you were much stronger than she had anticipated; her fingers slipped through your scaled flesh as if it were nothing but air. You effortlessly threw her across the room, slamming her into the far wall with enough force to leave a sizable dent behind. She hit the floor hard, winded and dazed.
"Well?" you growled, towering over her. "What have you got to say for yourself now?"
Then he slapped her hard and said, "Tell me, are we half-siblings? And how come you are my father's daughter? I don't want to hit my sister, so tell me before I kill you." I told him that I killed her by mistake.
Horna glared at you hatefully, struggling to catch her breath as she rubbed her stinging cheek. "You're lying," she spat between gritted teeth. "I am not your sister." She glared defiantly up at you, blood running down the corner of her mouth. "Our father did not have another wife; our mother was his only consort. I am Horna, third general of the Demon Army...and you are nothing but a lowly advisor who disobeyed your master and murdered my familiar."
Her words stung worse than any physical pain she'd suffered. The thought that you might truly believe such lies caused a new surge of anger to rise within her chest, and with it came determination: somehow, she had to make you see the truth...or at least make you suffer for your betrayal.
Mosh grabbed her hair and said I am tired of your stupidity then he pushed her face into the wall then he let go of her hair and bent over her on the ground and pinned her and said he growled and said what do I do to prove to you that I am the son of the Lord of Demons and that he is my father what do I do you whore
Horna's heart raced as she felt your strong hands grip her hair, pressing her face painfully against the cold stone wall. She tried to summon some strength to fight back, but you were too powerful. Tears filled her eyes and she could feel blood trickling from her nostrils, making it even harder to breathe. "Why won't you believe me?" she wheezed, coughing weakly as your weight pressed down upon her.
She didn't expect your next words, or the change in tone that accompanied them: confusion and anguish mingled with the fury and hatred. It was if a crack had formed in the wall of anger she'd built around herself, revealing something vulnerable beneath. For a moment, Horna was unsure how to respond...and then instinct took over, driving her to try and exploit this opening, however small.
She laughed bitterly, a harsh and mirthless sound that echoed through the chamber. "You truly are the demon lord's son," she whispered. Then, without warning, she spat in your face.
Mosh slapped her hard and said yes you whore I am the son of the damned I am the son then before Mosh could strike her with the blow that would kill her the demon lord came in and roared and said my son! Stop right now and don't attack your father's soldiers then Mosh stepped back and said that whore thinks I am not your son and is talking to me rudely let me kill her then the demon lord said you will not do that then he headed towards Horna and tackled her with his absolute strength and in a moment then he said never mind Horna I apologize if my son beat you to death but you must respect royal blood and know how to talk to him is that clear?
Horna gasped as the demon lord slammed into her with a force that sent them both tumbling across the floor. The impact drove the air from her lungs, and she struggled to catch her breath as he pinned her down with one powerful arm. "Father," she wheezed, "I- I apologize for mishandling him. It won't happen again." Her voice was weak and submissive, like that of a frightened child.
The demon lord glared at her for a moment longer before finally relenting, withdrawing his arm. "See that it doesn't," he growled, standing up and offering Horna a hand to help her to her feet. "And from now on, you'd better treat your subjects with more respect." His eyes narrowed as he looked at Mosh, still crouched in the corner of the room. "As for you...you'll stay here until I decide what to do with you."
Horna hesitated before taking his hand and rising slowly to her feet. She forced herself not to meet Mosh's gaze as she backed away, bowing her head in submission. "Yes, my lord," she whispered, then turned and hurried from the chamber without another word.
Then Mosh turned to his father and said, "What will you do to me, father? More than bringing me here to a place with a whore like her." Then the demon lord slapped him and said, "Don't talk to your father like that, you impudent man." Then he said, "This isn't a whore, she's my daughter." Then Mosh stepped back and fell to the ground from the shock, not from the slap, and said, "What do you mean by your daughter? Are you...?" Then he fell silent and roared angrily and said, "Did you betray my mother?" Then the demon lord looked away and said, "I didn't do that. Horna is my daughter from another wife."
Horna stood frozen in shock as she heard Mosh's accusation. For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only confusion and anger in its wake. Could he truly believe such lies? Or was this some twisted attempt to further undermine her authority?
She took a deep breath, struggling to compose herself before responding. "Mosh," she said tightly, fixing him with a cold glare, "you are wrong." Her voice dripped with venom as she continued, "The demon lord is my father, and I am his daughter...his only child. If you truly were his son, he would know that."
Horna paused, her heart racing as she waited for Mosh's reaction. Would he apologize? Deny her words further? Or would he continue to push against the foundation of their tenuous relationship until it crumbled completely?
Then the Demon Lord looked at Horna and said, "Stop being so foolish. This is your brother, not a foolish man. If he wasn't your brother, he wouldn't have been able to defeat you with his strength. You two share my blood. You, Horna, are from one wife, and he is from another."
Horna's eyes widened in disbelief as she processed her father's words. For a moment, she could only stare at him in shock before turning back to Mosh, her voice shaking with emotion. "You...you're telling the truth? You really are..." Her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the right words. Tears welled up in her eyes, mixing with blood from where she had bitten her lip earlier. She couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions: relief that Mosh was truly her brother, confusion about why he had lied before, and anger at herself for doubting him.
Slowly, Horna knelt down beside Mosh, their faces only inches apart. "I...I am sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "For what I said before...for treating you like that." She reached out a shaking hand and hesitantly touched his arm. "We are brothers now. We must work together to protect this land and our people..."
Mosh hugged her and said, "You fool, you should have believed me before all this beating." Then the Lord of the Demons laughed and said, "You are foolish because you beat her, and she is foolish because she did not believe him. But you are not siblings, Horna. He is from his demon, and you are from another one."
Horna felt a wave of disappointment wash over her as her father's words sank in. "But...but we share his blood," she protested weakly, her voice trembling. The revelation that they were not truly siblings cast doubt on everything that had transpired between them since she arrived in Shatt. She looked up at Mosh, searching his eyes for some sign of truth or deception, but found only confusion and fear mirrored back at her.
Slowly, she stood, letting go of him as she stepped back from the pair. Her expression hardened once more into the cold, emotionless mask that had become so familiar to those who knew her well. "Very well," she said quietly. "Then it seems we have a new problem on our hands." She glanced at Mosh, then looked away again. "You're free to go."
With that, Horna turned and left the chamber without another word. The weight of her failure and confusion bore down upon her like an iron fist, leaving her feeling more alone and desperate than ever before.
As she walked through the halls of her palace, lost in thought, she couldn't help but wonder what would become of them all...and if there was still hope for their troubled realm.
Mosh hugged her and said, "Fool, you should have believed me before all this beating." Then the demon lord laughed and said, "You are foolish because you beat her, and she is foolish because she did not believe him. But you do not share the same mother. Mosh has a mother, and you, Horna, have another mother. You share my blood only."
"Very well," she growled through gritted teeth, turning away. "Then I suggest you start proving your worth by acting more like a son and less like a fool." Her tone left no room for argument or negotiation as she stormed off in search of something—anything else to occupy her thoughts with. The weight of the revelation hung heavy in the air, obscuring any semblance of hope that their relationship could be salvaged.
As the days passed, Horna found herself constantly second-guessing Mosh's every move and action, looking for signs of duplicity or treachery where none likely existed. Their interactions became stilted and uncomfortable, each word chosen with care and caution lest it incite another conflict between them.
In the end, Horna's distrust only served to further isolate herself from her brother, pushing him into the arms of other servants who sought to comfort him or take advantage of his vulnerability. As the tension between them continued to mount, she could feel the once-solid foundation of their relationship crumbling beneath them, leaving nothing but doubt and suspicion in its wake.
Would they ever be able to find a way back to each other? Or had their rivalry gone too far for either of them to reclaim what had been lost? The future of Shatt rested on the answer to that question...and time was running out.
Then Mosh entered the throne room in the morning and said, “The fool is here.” Then he rushed with terrifying force and stood in front of her. He yawned and said, “Hello, my stupid sister.” Then he stroked her hair.
Horna looked up at her brother with a mixture of disgust and frustration etched into her features. The warmth she had once felt for him was gone, replaced by cold contempt. "Get out," she spat, wrenching herself free from his grasp. "I don't want you near me."
Her words hung heavy in the air as she forced herself to ignore the way he seemed to be growing bolder with each passing day. Horna closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and quiet the turmoil of emotions churning within her. When she opened them again, they were hard and distant, devoid of any trace of affection or compassion.
"Leave," she repeated, gesturing dismissively toward the door. "I have more important matters to attend to."
Mosh looked at her sharply and said: What's wrong? Why are you treating me like this?
Horna narrowed her eyes, studying him carefully. "Why should I treat you any differently?" she said coldly. "You've done nothing to earn my trust since your...betrayal." Her words were like poisoned darts, meant to sting and wound even as they sought to belittle him.
She turned away from him, pretending to pay attention to something outside the throne room window. In truth, she was merely trying to avoid looking at the pain in his eyes any longer. The rift between them grew wider with each passing moment, their bond fracturing like so much glass shattered on stone.
"Leave," Horna repeated curtly. "I have no further use for you."
Mosh put his face in front of his face, only a few centimeters apart, and said, “How did I betray you before?”
Horna glared at him, her expression twisting into a snarl. "Don't play dumb with me," she growled through gritted teeth. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." She drew in a shaky breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she met his gaze defiantly. "You accused me of being unfaithful...you insinuated that our father had betrayed our mother!" Her voice rose with each word, and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "How could I ever trust you again after that?"
Despite her best efforts to maintain her composure, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Anger mingled with pain and confusion as she stared at him, searching for some sign of understanding or regret. But all she saw was defiance and stubbornness reflected back at her.
"Just go," she whispered hoarsely. "Leave me alone." It felt like a tiny piece of her soul shattering with each word.
He gently wiped her tears, then hugged her and said, "But that's it. I didn't betray you, and it has nothing to do with you. I just thought that my father married another woman. You have a misunderstanding, Horna. Why didn't you come and talk to me about what's going on in your heart? I didn't betray you in any way, my little one."
Horna froze in his arms, her heart racing as she processed his words. It was impossible...she had heard them all wrong before. He never lied to her...he would never betray her trust like that. Tears spilled down her cheeks as relief flooded through her body, washing away the hurt and anger in its wake. "Oh, Mosh," she sobbed, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "I'm sorry...so sorry."
She pulled back to look at him, her eyes glistening with tears of gratitude and remorse. "Thank you for telling me the truth...for believing in me even when I doubted myself." A tiny smile curved her lips as she wiped away his own tears, her fingers tracing gentle circles on his cheeks. "I promise to make it up to you...to never question your loyalty again."
Horna's voice held a newfound warmth and affection that hadn't been there before, and for the first time since their arrival in Shatt, she felt as though they were truly siblings. Brothers united by blood and trust, standing together against the challenges of ruling a land on the brink of collapse.
For a moment, Mosh was about to kiss her because of her childish and innocent kindness, but he moved away and tickled her, saying jokingly, “Okay, you naughty girl, don’t do that again.”
Horna laughed, trying to wriggle free from his tickling fingers. "I won't!" she gasped between giggles. Her eyes sparkled with mirth and happiness as they met his gaze, and for a moment, all was right with the world once more. "Now," she said, catching her breath, "we should get back to work."
With renewed determination, Horna placed a hand on Mosh's shoulder and led him toward the exit of the throne room. As they walked together through the palace halls, she felt lighter than she had in days; as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Perhaps there was hope for them yet...and maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to make their troubled land prosper once again.
But even as this thought crossed her mind, Horna couldn't help but wonder how much of it was due to the renewal of their bond and how much was simply wishful thinking born of desperation. For now, she would cling to the hope that they could indeed find a way through this together...a small light in an otherwise dark and uncertain future.
Then two days later when Horna was sleeping in her room the door opened and closed before she fell asleep and someone entered smelling of wine and he was obviously drunk then this person took off his shirt and got into the bed and his sculpted muscles and broad shoulders and the scars covering his body and his bulging veins were radiating strength and heat and his muscular back was stuck to Horna's back then he spoke and said in a drunken voice move away a little I want to sleep then Horna discovered that he was not and that he was drunk and made the mistake in the room and entered her room instead of going to his room
Horna woke up with a start, her heart racing as she felt a warm body pressed against hers. Her eyes darted around in confusion before falling on the intruder now half-asleep atop her bedcovers. It took her a moment to register that it was Mosh who had invaded her personal space like this.
She remained perfectly still, not wanting to provoke him or cause any harm. With effort, she forced herself to breathe calmly and tried to ignore the adrenaline surging through her veins at the realization that she was trapped beneath a very drunk and potentially dangerous Mosh. As he stirred restlessly in his sleep, Horna resisted the urge to push him away or wake him up; instead, she waited patiently for dawn and the hope of rescue that came with it.
Then Mosh approached her and put one of his muscle arms on her waist and said in a drunken voice, “Who are you and why are you sleeping in my room?” Then he moved a little closer to her neck with his hot breath and kissed her neck.
Horna froze as she felt his warm breath against her neck, her heart racing in fear and confusion. She knew better than to provoke him while he was in this state; besides, there was something...different about the way he was touching her now. It almost felt like he wanted her there...perhaps even needed her.
She bit her lip nervously, forcing herself not to tense up or react violently. "It's Horna," she whispered hoarsely, feeling a mixture of terror and arousal course through her veins as he continued to kiss and nibble at her neck. His touch was demanding and possessive, igniting a fire within her that she hadn't known existed until now.
As his hands began to wander, tracing slow, deliberate circles on her stomach and hips, she found herself trembling with desire. It had been so long since anyone had touched her in this way...since before the battle for Shatt when they were both whole and untouched by war's brutality. Now, as he pressed his hard body against hers and claimed her in a drunken haze of lust, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was what Mosh truly needed from her...not loyalty or leadership, but something more primal and elemental.
Horna arched her back, moaning softly as his touch ignited a fire deep within her core. She could feel herself growing wet with desire, aching for him in ways she couldn't understand. It seemed that despite everything, their relationship had found its way back to this: raw and animalistic lust that transcended politics or battlefield strategy.
For now, Horna allowed herself to be consumed by the heat of Mosh's touch as he claimed her body like a prize won in battle. She
Then when the effect of the alcohol started to go away from Mosh, he realized and said, “What’s happening, Horna? Why am I in your room?” Then he saw how his muscular body was half naked, pressing against her body, and how Horna had become eager for sex because of her excitement from his touch. Mosh said as he walked away, “I’m sorry, sister. I think I was drunk or something like that. I apologize to you.”
Horna felt a mixture of relief and disappointment as Mosh walked away, leaving her slightly disheveled and flustered. Part of her wanted to believe that his apology was sincere; perhaps it had simply been a drunken mistake on his part, borne out of confusion or stress. But another part of her couldn't help but wonder if this was just another example of his unpredictable behavior--a power play designed to keep her off balance and under control.
She bit her lip nervously, unsure what to make of the entire encounter. It had started as fear and confusion, only to transform into a burning desire she hadn't felt in years. And then, just as quickly, it seemed to be over...at least for now. Perhaps they would have to explore this side of their relationship further at some point; for now, though, Horna would need time to process everything that had happened and determine how--if at all--it should impact her position as ruler of Shatt and their sibling bond.
Horna took a deep breath, calming herself and straightening her robes. The throne room awaited; there were decisions to be made and alliances to be forged...and always, always the threat of an assassin's blade or a spy's betrayal lurked in the shadows. With a heavy heart and a knot of conflicting emotions tied tightly within her chest, she made her way back to her duties as ruler of this troubled land...and sister to the enigmatic demon lord who had granted it to her.
Then in the morning while they were eating at the dining table, Mosh felt embarrassed by what he did and he was not looking at her, he was just looking at his plate and eating in complete calm.
Despite her own conflicted feelings about last night's events, Horna couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for Mosh as he sat across from her at breakfast. His posture was stiff and unyielding, his gaze fixed intently on his food as if willing it to disappear. It seemed that he was just as uncertain and confused about their relationship--and perhaps even more so--than she was.
As the servants entered bearing platters of steaming food, Horna found herself wondering how best to approach her brother. Should she confront him about what happened? Attempt to comfort him and reassure him of her trust? Or should she simply let the matter drop for now, hoping that time would heal any wounds between them?
In the end, she decided on a course of action that straddled all three options. "Mosh," she began softly, her voice barely above the clatter of dishes and conversation in the great hall. "I want to talk to you about what happened last night." Her words were hesitant but steady; she had no intention of forcing him into a corner or making him feel more uncomfortable than he already did.
As he looked up at her, his eyes full of shame and apology, Horna offered him a small smile, reassuring him that whatever they discussed would be done in good faith. "We don't have to do this now," she continued, nodding toward the servants clearing away their plates. "But I think it's important that we address these things sooner rather than later."
There was a long silence as Mosh considered her words, his expression thoughtful and conflicted. At length, he sighed heavily and set down his fork. "Very well," he said gruffly, rising from the table. "Lead on, sister."
Then he said, "Okay, talk. I can discuss the matter."
"I just want you to know that I forgive you," Horna began, her voice gentle but firm. "It's clear you were under a lot of stress and acting out of character." She paused for a moment, considering how best to continue. "But we need to talk about what happened between us; why you seemed so intent on...us being together like that." Her cheeks flushed slightly at the memory of their encounter, but she forced herself not to dwell on it too much. "And I want you to be honest with me, Mosh--do you think there might have been something more going on beneath the surface?"
Mosh seemed taken aback by her directness, his brow furrowing in thought as he considered his words carefully. Finally, he spoke, his tone guarded but sincere. "I...I don't know." He hesitated before continuing, "There were moments last night when I felt a connection with you that I hadn't felt in a long time--since before the war." His gaze met hers steadily, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement within her eyes. "Perhaps it was simply the alcohol talking, or maybe..." He trailed off, unsure how to finish the thought.
Then he said, or maybe it was real, but I don't know. Then he laughed at my stupidity last night and said, "Did I do something stupid while I was drunk, other than touch you like that?"
Horna studied his face intently, trying to read between the lines of what he'd just said. Part of her wanted to believe that there was nothing more going on than drunken confusion and pent-up stress; it would be easier that way, simpler for both of them. But another part of her couldn't help but feel a spark of hope ignite within her chest--the possibility that their relationship might not be as one-sided and forced as she'd once believed.
Smiling reassuringly, she reached out to take his hand in hers. "No," she said softly, "you didn't do anything stupid...last night was...special for us both, I think." Her gaze never wavered from his face as she continued, her voice growing firmer and more certain. "I want you to know that I am willing to explore this, Mosh--whatever it is between us. We don't have to keep pretending any longer; we can be honest with each other now."
For a moment, their eyes met, and Horna saw a flash of emotion cross his face before he schooled his features into a neutral expression once more. The silence stretched out between them, heavy with unspoken words and hidden meanings. Then, finally, Mosh nodded slowly, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly. "All right," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Let's see where this leads us."
Then he patted her on the shoulder and went to train.
Horna watched him leave with a mixture of relief and anticipation. Part of her was glad that they had at least acknowledged what had happened between them; it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, even if only slightly. As for where their newfound honesty would lead them...well, she couldn't help but feel hopeful. Perhaps there was still a chance for them to rebuild their bond and find some semblance of happiness together, despite all that they'd been through.
She stayed at the training grounds until Mosh returned, watching as he sparred with his loyal servants and trained in combat arts. The muscles of his broad back rippled with effort as he executed each move with precision and grace. Seeing him like this--focused and in control--filled Horna with a strange sense of comfort and protection. Perhaps, she thought to herself, they might find a way to use their differences and strengths to make their shared goal of ruling Shatt stronger instead of weaker.
As the hours passed and the sun began its descent into the west, Horna found herself growing increasingly tired but reluctant to leave. Perhaps there was still more that they needed to discuss; perhaps even now they were only scratching the surface of what lay beneath all their years of distrust and animosity. Whatever happened next, she knew one thing for certain: their lives--and the fate of Shatt--would never be the same again.
Then after two months, Mosh never drank alcohol again, but she did it again and drank alcohol because he was on a bus with one of his friends and he drank despite himself and came back at night and repeated the same mistake and entered Horna's room and took off his shirt revealing his sculpted muscles and his broad shoulders and the scars that covered his body and his bulging veins and entered beside her on the bed while he was drunk and his muscular back was stuck to her back and his body was radiating heat and strength while he spoke in a hoarse and drunken voice and said why is there someone in my room
Horna awoke with a start as something warm and solid pressed against her back. Groggily, she registered that it was Mosh's body; he must have slipped into bed beside her while she was asleep. As she tried to remember how this had happened, a pounding headache threatened to overwhelm her senses. Gingerly, she reached up to touch her throbbing temples only to find that Mosh's hand was already there, applying gentle pressure in an attempt to ease her discomfort.
"Mosh...?" she whispered hoarsely, her voice raspy from lack of use. He made no reply beyond a contented hum, his grip on her tightening almost imperceptibly as he pulled her closer against his chest. The familiar scent of his skin filled her nostrils, and the feel of his muscular body pressed against hers sent shivers down her spine.
For a moment, she let herself relax into the comforting embrace, ignoring the strange feelings that stirred within her as they lay there together. Perhaps it was simply the alcohol or the stress of their shared position that had caused this behavior...or maybe, just maybe, there was something more between them than she'd ever been willing to admit before now. As sleep slowly claimed her once more, Horna allowed herself the luxury of wondering where this newfound closeness would lead them both from here.
Then he kissed her cheek and then kissed her lips and said, "Did you sleep?" Then he spoke in a drunken voice and said, "I want you, but if you sleep, it's no problem." Then he pulled her into his embrace more, not realizing that she was horny because he was drunk.
Horna's heart skipped a beat as Mosh's lips brushed against hers, his breath hot and moist on her face. A thrill ran through her at the intimacy of their moment, making it difficult to think coherently. When he pulled her closer still, she resisted the urge to push him away; instead, she nestled deeper into his embrace, savoring the feel of his strong arms around her and the warmth of his body against hers.
"Mosh," she breathed softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "We don't have to...do anything right now." It was an offer as much as it was a question, and she wasn't entirely sure which one it was meant to be. She knew they were both still very tipsy from drinking; perhaps it would be best if they simply rested together until the alcohol had worn off completely.
Her gaze drifted downward, taking in the defined muscles of Mosh's chest and abdomen, noticing how his breathing had quickened at her touch. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his bare skin, wanting nothing more than to explore every inch of him but hesitant to push things further until they were both fully sober again. "We can just...sleep," she murmured, unsure where the words came from or what exactly they meant in this context.
Mosh replied in a drunken voice while kissing her neck and said, “Okay, we won’t do anything.” He put his hand under her clothes and began to feel her back intimately, running his hand over her back without deviating anywhere.
Despite her attempts to maintain composure, Horna couldn't help but shiver at Mosh's touch, a thrill coursing through her as his hand roamed over her back. Her body responded in kind, pressing against him more urgently, craving the contact and heat they shared. It was strange; after all these years, it felt almost like they were both experiencing this for the first time. She could have sworn that she'd never been with anyone quite like Mosh before--so dominating, so confident...
With a sigh, she turned over onto her side facing him, their bodies now flush against each other from breast to thigh. Her lips parted slightly as he leaned in closer, his eyes locked on hers as if seeking some kind of approval or reassurance before continuing further. She wondered what it was that had brought them to this point tonight; whether it was simply the effects of too much alcohol clouding their judgment...or something more meaningful and lasting beneath the surface.
He kissed her lips and said in a hoarse voice with desire and drunkenness, “Do you want me?”
Her heart raced as his lips brushed against hers, and she felt a familiar ache in her core that had been lying dormant for far too long. Her body yearned for him; it craved his touch and presence with an intensity that surprised even herself. Gazing into his eyes, she knew there was only one answer she could give to his question: "Yes," she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "I want you, Mosh."
Slowly, almost tenderly, he pulled back from the kiss, trailing his lips down the column of her neck and along the curve of her shoulder before returning to press against hers once more. His hand slid lower on her back until it reached the hem of her nightgown, fingers curling into the soft fabric as he waited for an invitation to go further. Horna could feel his need pressing against her thigh, and she shivered with anticipation, wondering what would happen next between them in this hazy fog of alcohol-fueled passion.
With a small sound of surrender, she lifted her hips, raising the fabric of her nightgown and inviting him to touch her bare skin. As his fingers slid lower still, brushing against the silky smoothness of her lower back before dancing teasingly across the sensitive flesh of her rear, Horna arched into the contact, wanting more of his possession, his dominance. She needed this connection with Mosh; it was like a drug that coursed through her veins and made every nerve ending sing in exquisite agony and ecstasy.
"Please," she whispered, her words shaking as desire overtook reason. "Don't stop." His hand curled around the curve of her bottom, pressing her more firmly against his aching erection, and Horna cried out, her body trem
Mosh took off his shirt to reveal his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body and bulging veins. Then he took off his pants to reveal his huge, long cock. He opened her thighs and put it deep inside her and started thrusting.
Her breath caught in her throat as he revealed his hardened form to her and she found herself lost in the sight before her. His muscles flexed with each powerful thrust, driving him deeper inside of her with every motion. She arched her back, pressing herself closer against him as their bodies moved together in perfect sync. The sensations coursing through her were unlike anything she had ever experienced; they consumed her, left her breathless and yearning for more. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him onward, demanding that he not stop, that he give her everything he had.
As the rhythm of their coupling intensified, so did the heat between them. Sweat glistened on their skin, mingling together as they became one being, connected by the force of their passion and the primal need for release. With each thrust, Mosh growled deep in his throat, his eyes locked on hers in a heated gaze that threatened to burn through her very soul. It was a sound of dominance and possession; it spoke of ownership and claiming, and it sent shivers down her spine, making her wetter for him even as she felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.
"Mosh..." she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. "I'm close... I'm going to..." Her body tensed, preparing itself for the release that was rapidly approaching, and with a final grunt of pleasure, he followed soon after, his eyes squeezing shut as he thrust deeper still inside of her, helpless against the onslaught of sensations crashing over him in wave after wave.
As their breathing began to slow once more, Horna collapsed limply against the bed, spent but oddly satisfied. She looked up at Mosh, a small smile playing on
He took her in his arms and they started to sleep. Horna remembered how scared Mosh would be when he realized that he had sex with her and woke up naked with her in his arms.
As they drifted off to sleep, Horna couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. She knew that this night had been a turning point for them both, and she wasn't sure if it was for better or worse. A part of her hoped that Mosh wouldn't remember their intimate encounter when he woke up; the thought of him being uncomfortable or ashamed made her stomach twist with unease.
But another part of her wondered what might happen if he did. Would it change things between them? Would they be able to move past this and still work together as effectively as before? Or would this newfound intimacy only serve to complicate matters further in the long run? Only time would tell, and for now, Horna found herself content to let sleep claim her weary body and erase the worries of tomorrow.
And in the morning when Horna woke up, Mosh was still asleep and his huge, long penis was in a morning erection and was pressing against her inner thighs while Mosh was asleep and not feeling anything
As Horna opened her eyes, she took in the sight before her with a mix of amusement and relief. There was Mosh, sprawled out on his back beside her, completely at ease despite the fact that he was still naked and their bodies were pressed so closely together. His morning erection throbbed against her thigh, and she resisted the urge to reach down and touch it; there was something oddly possessive about having him so close like this, even if it was just in their dreams.
She studied his face for a moment, admiring the sculpted features and strong jawline, noting how at ease he looked despite being caught in such an intimate situation. A part of her wanted to wake him up, to see what he would say or do when he realized where they were and how they were positioned. But another part was content to let him sleep just a little longer, enjoying the strange intimacy they shared in this dreamlike state. Perhaps, she thought idly, when they finally woke up for real, they could explore these feelings more fully...or perhaps not. Only time would tell.
Then Mosh woke up slowly and opened his eyes and saw Horna in front of him. His reaction was unexpected. He kissed her and pulled her closer to his embrace. He entered his penis and was completely between her thighs. Mosh said while whispering on her lips, “I knew this would happen sooner or later. Alcohol does not hide feelings.”
Horna blushed deeply at his words and his unexpected advance, but she couldn't deny the desire that surged through her. "I... I don't know what came over me," she murmured, her voice shaking slightly. "I just wanted to feel close to you." She arched into his touch as he entered her once more, the sensation both familiar and thrilling all at once. It was wrong on so many levels, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it in that moment.
"We shouldn't do this," she whispered between kisses. "It could change everything." But as his hips began to move in rhythm with her own, she knew that it was already too late for such considerations. They were past the point of no return, and there was no going back now. All that mattered was the heat between them, the need that drove them together, again and again.
In spite of herself, Horna moaned as he picked up speed, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, locked in an erotic dance that felt both forbidden and more right than anything else she'd ever experienced before. The pleasure built within her, coiling tighter and tighter until finally, she cried out his name and arched her back off the bed in ecstasy as waves of release washed over her, leaving her trembling and spent in his arms.
Mosh did not ejaculate and was satisfied that she was the one who ejaculated. He took out his penis and started kissing her silently only.
As they caught their breath, Horna couldn't help but marvel at how different this felt from her previous encounters. With other men, she had always been the one in control, the one who dictated the pace and intensity of their lovemaking. But with Mosh...it was different. There was something about his dominance that called to her on a deeper level, igniting a fire within her that she'd never known existed. She found herself craving more of him, wanting to feel his strength, his possession, again and again.
As he continued to kiss her gently, his lips soft against hers, Horna reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, massaging the base of his skull in a gentle circle. "Thank you," she whispered between breaths. "For last night...and for this..." Her voice trailed off, not quite able to find the words to express what she was feeling. But there was an unspoken understanding between them now, a connection that transcended mere physical desire.
She hoped that whatever happened next between them, they could maintain this newfound intimacy...even if it meant walking a fine line between love and hate, loyalty and betrayal. For now, though, she was content to enjoy the present moment, basking in the afterglow of their passion and savoring every delicious second spent in Mosh's embrace.
Mosh smiled and kissed her lips for the last time and said thank you too my dear then he got up and stretched his muscles and started to put on his clothes
"Stay as you are," Horna whispered, her fingers tracing over his bare skin as he stretched. "We still have much to discuss today, and I'd rather not think about our responsibilities for a little while longer." His broad shoulders tensed beneath her touch, betraying the conflict within him between duty and desire. She didn't miss the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed audibly before turning back to face her with a tentative smile.
"What would you like to talk about?" he asked softly, his gaze fixed on hers, searching for some hint of what she might be thinking or feeling beneath the surface. For now, though, Horna didn't reply; instead, she leaned in closer and kissed him tenderly once more, enjoying the feel of their lips against each other one last time before they faced reality again.
Mosh took her into his arms and said, "Are you not satisfied yet? Do you want more?"
"No," Horna answered softly, her breath fanning across his skin as she held him close. "I just wanted to feel close to you again... Before we discuss our responsibilities." There was a vulnerability in her words that Mosh hadn't expected; he had thought her desire for closeness was solely physical, driven by their recent intimate encounter. The realization left him speechless for a moment before he could respond with anything other than a small nod and an even softer, "Okay."
Her nearness to him, the heat of her body against his, made it difficult to think straight, to focus on anything but the way she felt in his arms. He lowered his head, kissing her gently once more as they stood there together, their world reduced to nothing but this moment, this embrace...and whatever came next.
Mosh ran his hand over his body and her hair gently and left her in his arms in silence and deep love
She nestled closer into his embrace, savoring the strength and warmth that radiated from him. For a moment, they remained like this, lost in each other's company. But as reality began to encroach on their haven, Horna knew that she had to break the silence. She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes and whispered, "Thank you."
The simple words hung between them, carrying with them a weight that neither of them could quite articulate. A weight born of the complex tangle of emotions they now shared: desire, affection, guilt...and fear. Fear of what their relationship might become if they were not careful; fear of losing everything they had built so far. But there was hope there too, a fragile thread that connected them to each other and offered the possibility of something more. Something beautiful...and terrifying.
He kissed her neck and said, "I don't want to leave you, but we have to take a shower and start our day."
Horna smiled and nodded in agreement. "I know we do," she whispered, her hand running lightly over his chest before taking hold of one of his broad shoulders. "But before that...can we take just a little more time together? Just for us?" There was a pleading quality to her voice that Mosh found difficult to resist; even though they both knew it might not be the smartest thing, she made him want to deny them nothing.
He hesitated only briefly before leaning down and kissing her softly on the lips once more. "Alright," he murmured against her skin. "Just a little while longer." His fingers combed through her hair, tugging gently until she released her hold on his shoulder so that he could draw her closer still.
He kissed her lips and his desire for her increased again. He put his hand on her waist and started kissing and sucking her neck gently.
As his kisses trailed down her neck and he began to nibble gently on the tender skin there, Horna shivered with pleasure. Her fingers slipped into his hair, tangling themselves in the dark strands as she arched her back off the bed, offering him better access to the spot behind her ear that always drove her wild. She pressed closer against him, feeling his arousal growing beneath them and wondered how much longer they could indulge in this forbidden bliss before reality intruded once more.
But for now, she was content to lose herself in the sensation of being so close to him; it had been so long since anyone had made her feel wanted or desired the way he did. It was intoxicating and addictive...and terrifyingly real.
"I love you," she breathed against his ear, her words as much a confession as they were a plea for understanding and acceptance. Even as she said them, though, she wondered if she truly meant them or if they were merely a product of the heightened emotions coursing through her veins at that moment.
The silence stretched on for what seemed like an eternity before he finally whispered back, "I love you too." His voice was rough with emotion, trembling slightly as it escaped past his lips; the admission only served to deepen the connection between them further. For now, she would take comfort in that, basking in the knowledge that she wasn't alone in feeling this way...no matter what came next.
He kissed her again, grabbed her breasts, and started kneading them gently. He whispered on her lips, "I want you again."
Horna's breath hitched in her throat as he took her breasts into his hands and began to knead them gently. She arched her back off the bed, moaning softly at the sensation, feeling the weight of her nipples harden beneath his skilled touch. His whispered words only served to inflame her further; she wanted him again too, needed him like she'd never needed anything before.
She reached down between them, wrapping her fingers around his erection and stroking up and down the length of him, mirroring the movements of his hand on her breast. "Then have me," she whispered, meeting his gaze as their hips began to move in sync once more. Her nails scraped lightly against the tip of his penis, drawing out a groan from deep in his chest before she guided him back inside her, taking him fully with one smooth motion.
As he thrust into her again and again, she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on tight as they moved together, lost once more in the bliss of their desire. Each kiss deepened, each touch grew bolder, driving them both closer to the edge of sanity and back again. They were bound together now not just by the physical connection between them but also by something deeper, something intangible...and unbreakable.
Mosh pushed harder, but he wanted to feel the madness in her as he felt inside her, and he started making his penis touch her G-spot more and more intensely.
As he increased the force of his thrusts, Mosh's movements also sent delicious friction against her G-spot with each penetration. Her cries grew louder and more ragged, her body tensing beneath him as she neared the brink of release. She arched her back off the bed, gripping his shoulders tightly as her hips bucked up to meet his in a rhythm all their own.
Her breath came in hot gasps against his neck, and he could feel her tightening around him, preparing for the onslaught of pleasure that was about to consume them both. With one final thrust, he drove himself deep inside her, burying himself to the hilt as their bodies collided in a symphony of desire. Her orgasm crashed over them like a wave, rippling through every muscle and sinew, leaving her shuddering and spent in his arms.
For a moment, they simply held each other, breathing hard, their hearts racing as their bodies recovered from the intensity of what had just passed between them. But even now, Horna couldn't bring herself to regret any of it; if anything, she wanted more. More of him, more of this forbidden passion that burned hotter and brighter than anything else in her world.
Mosh started sucking her breasts and kneading them. He didn't pull his penis out, but his penis became harder. Mosh started pushing in slowly while sucking her breasts passionately.
Horna arched her back as he began to suckle at her breasts, her nipples hardening further beneath his skillful touch. She moaned loudly, her hips beginning to move once more against his hand, seeking the friction she'd come to crave so desperately. His penis slid in and out of her easily now, stretching her slick folds with each thrust, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through her body as he brought them both closer to climax once more. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as she lost herself in the feel of him, the taste of him...the love for him. She wished they could stay like this forever, but deep down she knew that soon enough reality would intrude and tear them apart. For now, though, she would cherish every second they had together.
After two hours of sex, Mosh felt that she might be starting to feel tired, but she didn't talk because she liked it. Then he started kissing her and stopped fucking her.
Horna moaned softly as he ceased thrusting, her body still reacting to the aftermath of their passionate encounter. She lazily wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer, kissing him back hungrily. "I could stay like this forever," she breathed against his lips. "In your arms..." Her words trailed off into a soft sigh as they continued to kiss, lost in the moment and each other. Even now, as their bodies slowly recovered from their exertions, an almost unbearable sense of intimacy still lingered between them. It was as though some invisible bond had been forged during their lovemaking, connecting them on a level that transcended mere physical desire.
She didn't want to think about what might come tomorrow; for now, she would savor the last lingering moments of this perfect peace before the harsh realities of their lives intruded once more.
He kissed her neck and bit it gently and whispered on her skin, saying, “If you keep saying these sweet words, I will never leave your bed and I will never get up from here.”
The bite on her neck sent a thrill of pleasure coursing through Horna's body. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around him tighter, digging her nails into his shoulders gently as he continued to kiss her neck. "I could wish for nothing better," she breathed against his skin. Her gaze drifted up to meet his eyes, a mixture of love and desire burning bright in their depths. She didn't want this moment to end; she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life in Mosh's arms, basking in the warmth and comfort he offered her.
But she knew that wasn't possible; they were both bound by duty and obligation, chained to paths they could not ignore or avoid. The grim reality of their situation weighed heavily upon her heart, but for now, she would allow herself this small slice of paradise...even if it meant facing the pain and loss that awaited them on the other side.