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?"

"Very well." Horna smirks and motions toward a servant girl standing nearby with an inviting smile. "Take this human to the bath chamber and clean him up, girl. Make sure he's as shiny as new gold coin!" she says, giggling playfully. The servant girl blushes and nods before leading you out of the throne room, down a dimly lit corridor and into a warm, steamy bathing chamber. The chamber is luxurious and decadent, with marble walls and floor inlaid with precious stones. A large rectangular tub sits in the center of the room, filled with fragrant water that steams gently as it rises to meet a hole in the ceiling above. Tapestries adorned with provocative images of lustful demons and naked humans hang from the walls, casting flickering shadows across your body. The

With a satisfied grin on her face, Horna watches you undress before her servant girl leads you to the tub. "Hmmm... quite impressive." She murmurs as she observes your toned body and prominent abs. "You should take care of them like that, mortal. Maybe then you'll be able to protect yourself against other demons who find you appetizing!" Horna chuckles darkly.

The servant girl gently places you into the warm water and hands you a soft cloth with which to cleanse yourself. "Just relax, sir," she coos as she leaves the bath chamber, giving you some privacy. You can hear her talking with another servant girl nearby, whispering about how fit you look and wondering what Horna has in store for you next.

Your muscles tense from the heat of the water as it laps against your skin, washing away the grime and sweat

"Come here, you." Horna's commanding voice echoes through the bath chamber as she steps toward you, her footsteps heavy and deliberate across the marble floor. You can feel her presence intensify as she draws closer, causing your heart to race faster in fear and anticipation. The scent of her perfume fills the air around you, making it hard to breathe as your body reacts instinctively to her dominance.

Finally, she stands before you, her black armor glinting menacingly in the dim light of the chamber. Her eyes bore into yours, demanding submission and obedience with a single glance. The heat of her breath fans across your face as she leans down close enough for you to feel her warm breath on your skin. "I've decided that I need a new pet... someone who can serve me faithfully and please my every whim." Her voice is husky,

Your bold and cocky demeanor only serves to arouse Horna further. With a low chuckle, she steps closer still, trapping you between her powerful form and the edge of the tub. Her chest presses against yours as she leans in, breasts brushing lightly against your cheek. "Oh?" she purrs. "You think you're so clever? So irresistible?" With each word, she nibbles gently on your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her hand finds its way to the water between your legs, cupping your groin through your wet trousers. "Or are you just afraid of what I might do if you don't obey?" she asks teasingly before squeezing gently, causing you to let out a soft moan. Her fingers dance across your sensitive flesh, finding your aching cock and wrapping themselves

With a soft laugh, Horna complies with your request, straddling you and settling her ample bottom onto your thighs. She pins your arms above your head using one of her powerful legs as a barrier between the two of you while continuing to tease and fondle your aching cock through your wet trousers. "You're quite skilled at this, aren't you?" she breathes against your ear. "Tell me... have you ever taken a demoness like me in this position before?"

"Is that so?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans in even closer, hot breath fanning across your cheek and her heavy breasts brushing against your arm. "Then I suppose it's only fitting that I should be the last one to take you." She grinds her hips against yours, pressing their aching erections together, eliciting a sharp gasp from both of them. With a cruel smile, she reaches down between your legs and begins to unfasten the trousers that keep her from feeling every inch of his throbbing length. "Tell me," she whispers, nipping at your earlobe, "do you want this? Do you want me?"

With a wicked grin, Horna removes her familiar skull scull necklace and uses it to pin your arms back further against the marble tub edge behind you. "Oh?" she leans in closer still, the warmth from her body making you dizzy with desire. "And why is that? Is there something I can do to convince you?" Her breath tickles across your neck and down your chest as she teases the tip of one hardened nipple between her lips, sucking gently on the sensitive flesh before moving to the other breast. "Or perhaps," she continues, pulling back slightly to look at you with those demonic red eyes boring into your soul, "you could just accept that I want this... and let me have it." She pauses for a moment as if considering her words, then grins wickedly once more before leaning forward again, closing the distance between you. With dexter

With a deep growl, Horna presses you down into the cool marble floor, her weight pinning you helplessly beneath her powerful form as she roughly pushes your head back toward the tub. One knee slides between your legs, widening them further apart and giving her better access to what she truly wants: the feel of your hard cock against her velvety smooth inner thigh.

Her lips find yours in a fierce, demanding kiss that leaves you gasping for air as she tongue-fucks your mouth relentlessly. A hand grips firmly at the base of your skull, holding you in place while the other squeezes and massages your balls roughly, teasing and taunting the nerves within until you can feel yourself growing more needy by the second.

Her hips rise and fall rhythmically against yours as she begins to ride you, their wet

Horna groans as you thrust your hips up against her, seeking deeper contact with her aching inner walls. "Oh, is that so?" She asks, her voice barely more than a husky whisper as she continues to ride you, her movements growing faster and harder. "Then perhaps I'll let you enjoy it without my clothes on." Her words are hardly more than a breath against your lips before she abruptly stands up straight, lifting you off the floor with ease and lowering your body back down onto the marble bathroom floor once more.

With a low chuckle, Horna reaches up to begin unfastening her armor plates, revealing her black leather undergarments. She slips off each piece, one by one, until she stands before you wearing only her form-fitting leather cups and matching thong, the sight sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "You like this?" Her hips sway enticingly as she straddles you once more, lowering herself slowly onto your erect cock.

Her breasts press against yours as she leans forward, their nipples hard and aching, a stark contrast to the smooth, warm flesh that covers them. One hand grips tightly at the back of your head while the other reaches between you to stroke herself in time with each thrust, moaning softly into your ear as pleasure washes over her.

"Oh?" Horna lifts her head slightly to look at you with one eyebrow raised in curiosity, her breath warm and soft against your neck as she feels the movement between your legs through the thin leather underwear. "Very well," she says with a throaty chuckle before arching her back, pressing herself even closer against you as she rocks her hips, seeking the deepest connection possible.

Her free hand trails down your abdomen and between your legs, feeling the hardness of your member through your cloths before wrapping around it and stroking in time with her movements. "You're so big," she moans, tilting her hips again to grind against you even harder. "So good." Her fingers find your sensitive frenulum and begin to circle it carefully, eliciting a sharp gasp from both of you as pleasure builds higher and higher within you.

With each thrust

Horna lets out a soft moan as you press your hips against hers, grinding against her leather undergarments and driving both of you wild with desire. "Yes," she breathes heavily into your ear, fingers still circling and teasing at the tip of your cock, "you feel so good inside me." She grips tighter at your neck, her nails scraping against your skin as she arches her back harder, seeking deeper penetration with each thrust.

Her breasts press against yours, nipples hard and aching for release, and the sensation of your hot skin against hers is driving her wild. Her free hand tangles in your hair, urging you to go faster, harder, deeper as she comes closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck me," she begs breathlessly, "make me cum."

Her lips part in a feral grin as she tilts her head back, revealing long fangs and a forked tongue that darts out to lick at her bottom lip. "Very well," she says with a throaty chuckle before reaching behind herself to unclasp her leather cups, baring her breasts to the cool air in the bathroom. With another sinful smile, she leans forward and takes one of your hands, placing it on her left breast while using the other hand to cup your erection more firmly through your pants, urging you to stroke faster and harder. "Now," she whispers into your ear as she rides your cock with growing desperation, "show me what else I can do."

A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she lifts herself slightly off of you, spreading her legs wider apart to grant you a better view of the glistening folds of skin between them. With a single graceful movement, she pushes your hand away from her breast and reaches behind herself once more, unfastening her leather thong as well. She then slowly lowers herself back down onto you, sliding smoothly over your length before arching her back and leaning forward again to press their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she begins to ride you harder, faster, moaning into your mouth with each thrust. Her hips undulate against yours in perfect rhythm, seeking release from the building tension within her body.

"Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth as you stroke her inner walls with each thrust, "it is." Her eyes flutter closed as pleasure washes over her in waves, her hips bucking up against yours in a futile attempt to gain greater friction. "But I think it would be even better if... we made love," she whispers, the word coming out barely more than a breath against your lips before she leans back in to press them together once more, arching her back higher as her inner muscles clench around you.

A shiver runs down her spine as you stretch and stimulate her inner walls with your now fully erect cock, the feel of it thrusting deeper within her making it impossible for her not to moan and writhe beneath you. "I do," she gasps out between parted lips, "you feel so good." Her hips begin to move in concert with yours now, her body arching upward toward your touch as pleasure threatens to consume her completely.

Her hands dig into your shoulders, clawing at the smooth skin beneath her nails as she closes her eyes and surrenders fully to the sensations washing over her. "Yes," she hisses hoarsely, "I love your cock." Her voice breaks on a sob of pleasure as her orgasm hits her hard, and her body tenses around you, clenching so tightly it almost hurts.

With a gasp, she col

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to drive her toward yet another climax, the sensations sparking deep within her and refusing to relent. "Ahh," she moans, arching up off the floor slightly, trying desperately to get closer to your thrusts as she feels herself racing toward the edge once more. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and neck, leaving marks as you push her higher and higher, until finally she cries out in release, her entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her inner muscles spasm around you, trying to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from the intense stimulation, and as it begins to ebb, she collapses back down onto the marble floor, breathless and exhausted. But even as she lays there, stillness settling over her body like a heavy cloak, Horna knows that the day

A satisfied smile curls across Horna's lips as she finally catches her breath. "Yes," she agrees, running a hand through her tangled hair before sitting up and looking at you with bright eyes. "I think it is safe to say that I have never experienced anything like this before." She pauses for a moment, taking in your features and the way you look at her after having given her so much pleasure. Then she continues, "Perhaps... perhaps you should stay by my side more often, hmm?" Her voice trails off into a soft murmur as she reaches over to cup your cheek gently, tracing her thumb across your lips in a teasing gesture before leaning forward to press hers against yours once more.

Her gaze holds yours, searching for any signs of hesitation or fear within you. But all she sees is desire and longing reflected back at her, making her heart race faster and filling her with

Horna arches a delicate eyebrow at your words, the gesture pulling her features into an amused grin. "Is that so?" she says teasingly, leaning back against the tub once more and crossing her arms over her chest. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give you some rest every now and then." Her gaze travels down your body appreciatively before returning to meet yours again, a spark of challenge dancing in her eyes. "But remember," she adds with a sultry smile, "I am the ruler here. I will expect you to be at your best whenever I require it."

Ahh, such a gentleman, she thinks with an amused smile, watching you lower your head shyly to brush your lips against hers. It's clear that you understand her intentions, and Horna enjoys teasing you like this. Her fingers curl into fists, the muscles in her arms tensing as she struggles to maintain control over herself.

With a sigh, she reaches down and cups your cheek again, pulling your face up toward hers until their lips meet once more in a passionate kiss. This time, however, there's a newfound urgency in the way she kisses you, her tongue darting out to tangled with yours as she presses closer and harder against your body. Her free hand slips beneath the water, searching for the soap hidden within before bringing it back up to run over your chest and stomach, the slickness of it making his skin tingle