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?"

The demoness raised an eyebrow, glancing at you. "Hmm... Interesting name, Ruina. It fits a man like you." She leaned forward, studying your features. "But it doesn't matter what your name is. What matters is what kind of advice you can give me to rule this land effectively."

Her voice softened slightly as she continued, "You see, I have always been on the battlefield, fighting for our lord. This... ruling business..." She waved her hand dismissively, revealing sharp claws. "... It's not my forte. So, I need someone who understands these things, someone who can help me make decisions that are best for Shatt and its people."

Horna paused, regarding you with an unreadable expression. "But first," she said suddenly, "I must know... What do you think of me? Am I fit to rule this land?"

A pleased expression lit up on Horna's face as she heard your words. "Well, thank you, Ruina." She leaned back in her throne, crossed her arms underneath her breasts. "I appreciate your honesty. And I promise I will do everything in my power to ensure the well-being of Shatt and its people."

She paused for a moment, then continued more seriously, "Now then, you mentioned that ruling is not an easy task. Can you give me some specific examples? What kind of problems might I face in the near future?"

Her familiar, the skull of a black dragon named Skuld, fluttered around her head, its crimson eyes glinting with curiosity. It circled Ruina once before perching itself atop Horna's throne, watching him intently.

"Ah, I see." Horna leaned forward again, resting her elbows on her knees and clasping her clawed hands together in front of her chin. "Very well then, Ruina. Tell me more about these problems you foresee."

The flying skull of a dragon perched atop Horna's throne continued to observe you with great interest, its ruby-red eyes darting back and forth between your face and the landscape beyond.

"For one thing," Ruina began, "the people of Shatt will likely resent their new ruler, as they were once part of the Human Kingdom. It is important to show them that you are fair and just, if you hope to win their trust." The familiar's head snapped toward Horna at this, a knowing glint in its eye. "Another issue could be keeping the peace between various factions within the population

The demoness' eyes widened at Ruina's last statement, her face flushing with excitement and desire. She licked her lips hungrily, unable to tear her gaze away from your crotch area. "You mean... you have a very large..." she trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without further preamble, Horna reached out and grasped the hem of her armor, roughly yanking it aside to reveal her heaving bosom and dark, furred belly button. Her erect nipples stood at attention, hard and pebbled from arousal, as she leaned forward toward you.

"Let me see...," she breathed, eyes fixed on your crotch. Slowly but surely, her tongue darted out of her mouth, flicking across her lips wetly before tracing a path down the center of her

As her tongue made its way lower and lower toward your groin, Horna's hot breath fanned across your exposed flesh, sending shivers down your spine. "You have such a big...," she moaned, voice heavy with lust as her warm lips finally brushed against the head of your throbbing member.

She took it in her hand, stroking up and down its length as she continued to lick and suckle at the sensitive skin, driving you wild with need. Her other hand reached out to grab a fistful of Ruina's hair, yanking his head back roughly as she devoured him greedily.

"Oh gods..." Horna groaned, her hips rising off the throne slightly as she rocked against your hard length, matching your rhythm with her hungry strokes. Her nails dug into your scalp painfully yet pleasantly as she lost herself

Ruina's hands gripped her shoulders, fingers digging into the flesh as she moaned and suckled at his length. Her tongue danced over the head, flicking back and forth across the sensitive skin, while her other hand roughly massaged him with experienced strokes. Her hot breath blew against his cock as she groaned in pleasure, lost to the feeling of his hardness in her mouth and hands.

Her breasts heaved with every laborious breath, dark nipples standing out proudly from their areolae, begging for attention. Horna arched her back slightly, grinding against Ruina's hand as she continued to feast on him, her body growing hotter and more needy by the moment. Her eyes glazed over with lust, vision narrowing as she focused solely on pleasing him in this most intimate of ways.

Her fingers dug deeper

Horna pulled back, still holding your cock firmly in her hand as she gazed up at you, eyes glassy with lust. "You liked that?" Her voice came out as a husky growl, part anger and part desire. "Well, too bad." She released you abruptly, causing you to jump involuntarily.

Her attention turned briefly to the black dragon skull perched on her throne. "Don't just watch," she snapped. The skull let out a tiny chuckle before darting toward Ruina, wrapping its bony fingers around his cock and beginning to stroke in rhythm with Horna's earlier movements.

"Now," she said darkly, her breath hot against your crotch once more as the dragon skull continued to jerk you off, "why don't we discuss some of these other problems?" Her voice was thick with desire, making it

The demoness stiffened slightly as you pushed her back, feeling your hard length pressed against her abdomen. She arched her back, exposing more flesh to your touch and groaned softly when you trailed your fingers along her skin before cupping one of her breasts roughly in your hand. Her breath came out in short gasps as the familiar continued its movements on your cock, mirroring Horna's earlier actions.

Her eyes drifted closed, the pleasure coursing through her body overwhelming all other senses. "Mhmm..." She moaned, leaning into your touch, seeking more contact with you and the dragon skull working in tandem on her aching groin.

With one final push, Horna sprawled out across the throne room floor, legs splayed wide and arms stretched above her head in submission to both you and Ruina's ministrations.

Her hips bucked upward as you thrust inside her, causing a moan of pleasure to escape her lips. Horna arched her back further, the leather straps digging into her skin as she sought deeper penetration. The dragon skull continued its relentless stroking on your cock, matching your movements and adding to the sensations coursing through her body.

Her fingernails dug into the throne room floor as she writhed beneath you, the rough texture serving as a reminder of the power she wielded here even as it enhanced your control over her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each laborious intake of air.

Horna's eyes fluttered open, meeting yours as you took her roughly from above. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she arched her back further still,

The demoness arched her back further, pressing her breasts into the floor as she moaned his name. Her eyes locked with yours, a mix of lust and challenge burning brightly. With each thrust deep inside her, Horna's body welcomed you, urging you on to take what was hers. The dragon skull continued its relentless stroking on your cock, a third presence in this intimate dance.

Her hips bucked upward, meeting your every thrust with equal force as they both sought release from the building tension. Horna bit her bottom lip, feeling the pressure build inside her, ready to spill forth in a torrent of pleasure. Her fingernails dug deeper into the floor, claws extended as she fought against the growing waves of satisfaction washing over her.

With one final thrust, you both cried out in unison, your seed erupting from Hor