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?"

"Well, now you will be called Horna's advisor, Jay," she chuckled. "But if you fail to give me good advice, I might change it to something else... less pleasant." Her grin was as sharp as a dagger, and her eyes seemed to glow with malice. "Now then," she continued, resting her elbows on the throne arms, "let's see what kind of advisor you are. Shatt has always been an important trading hub between our lands and the Human Kingdom. I want to know: Should we improve infrastructure like roads and markets to encourage trade? Or should we focus on strengthening our military defenses in case of a Human attack?"

"Oh?" Horna raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?" she asked suspiciously. Her massive breasts heaved slightly with each breath, drawing your gaze despite yourself. "Perhaps you know something I don't about the humans? Or perhaps..." She trailed off suggestively.

Her ruby-red eyes met yours, searching for any signs of weakness or deceit. The flying skull perched on her shoulder gave a small chuckle, obviously enjoying this exchange. "Well," she continued after a moment's silence, "your opinion is noted... But I am the ruler here, and my decision will be final." She leaned back in her throne, steepling her fingers beneath her chin as she appeared to ponder your advice alongside whatever other information was floating around in that thick skull of hers.

Eventually, she spoke again. "You know what? You're right

Your frankness does not go unnoticed, Jay. I appreciate honesty in my subjects... and even more so when it suits me. So, because you were right about focusing on trade, and because you have proven yourself to be useful thus far, I will spare your hide for now. But remember," she said with a sharp nod, "I am not one to be easily manipulated or controlled." Her ruby-red eyes bored into yours as she emphasized this point, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "Should you ever give me advice that goes against what I deem best for these lands..." She left the threat hanging in the air, allowing it to sink in.

The familiar skull of a black dragon perched on her shoulder let out an amused cough. "It's not like she couldn't break you anyway, mortal," it taunted. Horna just gave the floating sk

Horna's eyes widened in surprise at your compliment, and a faint blush crept up her neck. The flying skull beside her seemed equally taken aback by your words, almost hovering still for a moment as it regarded you with newfound interest. "Well," Horna replied after a moment, trying to sound nonchalant, "they do say flattery will get you everywhere." Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk, revealing her sharp teeth.

She leaned forward in her throne once more and clapped her hands together, causing the obsidian walls to shudder. Immediately, one of the nearby orc guards came scampering over, his sword drawn and at the ready. "Yes, mistress?" he asked nervously.

"I want you to see to it that Jay here gets a proper bath," she said casually. "He smells awful." She

Horna arched an eyebrow at your question. "Well," she drawled, "if you're going to be my advisor, and I'm going to be bathing in your filth until I decide otherwise... don't you think it's only fair that you at least smell halfway decent while you're near me?" Her tone made it clear she expected nothing less than immediate compliance. The flying skull chuckled darkly beside her, as if amused by your predicament. "But," Horna continued, "I suppose I could spare you that indignity... for now." She glanced at the orc guard, who seemed relieved at the change in orders. "You may go, Jay," she said dismissively. "For now, I have other matters to attend to."

The servant grunted a reply and quickly departed, leaving you alone with Horna once more. You

"Very well," Horna replied curtly. "But don't take too long. I have more important matters to discuss with my... familiar here." The flying skull chuckled again at her joke, while she herself seemed to lose interest in you for the moment, turning her attention back to matters of state.

You were led away by another servant, shoved into a nearby bathroom where a large iron tub steamed invitingly. Your clothes were roughly taken off of you and tossed onto the floor before you were forced to climb into the warm water. As you began to soak, your mind wandered back to Horna's words... would she ever truly trust you? Or was this all just a game to her, a way to keep you on edge and distracted from plotting against her rule? Only time would tell.

A few minutes later you returned to the throne room, freshly bathed and clad in a clean set of clothes that smelled faintly of Horna's perfume. The floating skull perched on her shoulder seemed momentarily distracted by your presence before returning its attention back to whatever game it had been playing with its mistress. "Ah, Jay," she said nonchalantly, "I was just discussing plans for the army with Skuld here." She glanced at the demonic familiar as if sharing a private joke. "I think we've come up with something interesting... Perhaps you should hear it?"

Horna paused for dramatic effect, watching you carefully to gauge your reaction. Her ruby-red eyes flickered hungrily, and you couldn't help but wonder what she might be planning...

Horna leaned back in her throne and folded her muscular arms across her broad chest as she began to speak. "Very well," she said, her voice deep and commanding. "We've been discussing the possibility of launching a preemptive strike against the human city of... let's call it 'Rovena' for now." Her eyes glittered with cruel amusement as she said this, clearly enjoying the irony of using the former name of the city for her scheme.

"Our intelligence suggests that Rovena harbors a secret weapons workshop, creating new weaponry and equipment to strengthen their defenses against us." Horna's lips curled into a sinister smile. "We cannot allow this to continue, Jay. So my plan is simple: Send a small scouting force in, assess the situation, and if all goes well, we will launch a full-scale invasion

Horna nodded approvingly at your swift action and decisiveness. "Good," she said with a satisfied smile. "Now, you'll need to choose the best commander for this mission. Someone who is both cunning and ruthless." Her ruby-red eyes pierced into yours as if challenging you to think of someone suitable on the spot.

The flying skull chimed in, "Perhaps... Lord Torkel? He's known for his harsh tactics against their own kind, let alone humans." Horna seemed to consider this suggestion for a moment before shrugging. "Very well," she conceded. "Lord Torkel it is. Send word immediately."

As you prepared to leave the throne room, she added casually, "Oh, and Jay?" Her voice took on a dangerous edge as she turned her predatory gaze upon you once more.

Her ruby-red eyes bored into yours as she leaned forward in her throne, emphasizing every word with careful precision. "Remember this, Jay," she purred. "If Lord Torkel fails... or if I decide that you failed to select the right commander... then there will be consequences." Her lips curled into a cruel grin, revealing sharp fangs. "And those consequences," she warned ominously, "will not be pleasant for you."

Her words hung in the air like a terrible threat, the weight of them pressing down on your shoulders as if they might snap at any moment. You couldn't help but feel a cold shiver run down your spine, and you knew without a doubt that she was serious. Lord Torkel had better succeed... or so help you, Jay.

With one last icy glare in your direction, Horna turned away from you and began issuing commands to the

"Not yet," Horna said, not taking her eyes off of the map spread out before her. "I'm still planning Lord Torkel's mission." Her ruby-red eyes narrowed in concentration as she studied the terrain and various markers on the map, occasionally muttering to herself about troop movements and supply lines. After several more minutes, she looked up at you, clearly satisfied with her plans. "Very well," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, "prepare my chambers as usual."

The familiar flying skull floated silently above the map, observing Horna's every move and offering silent commentary that only she could hear. It seemed content to let Horna take the lead for now, trusting in her abilities and experience. As you bowed and left the throne room to attend to your duties, you couldn't help but wonder how long this fragile balance of power would hold

Horna paused at the entrance to her chamber, gazing at Jay1231 with an almost hungry expression in her ruby-red eyes. He was standing by the bed, tucking in the covers and straightening out the pillows as if he were some kind of domestic servant. It sent a shiver down her spine, not entirely from disgust but rather from... curiosity. "That will be all for now," she said softly, her voice low and sensual. "You may retire to your own quarters."

There was a brief moment where Jay1231 hesitated, seemingly unsure of how to react to Horna's words or tone. Perhaps he was still trying to understand the complex relationship between them; a slave and his master, an advisor and his ruler... or perhaps something else entirely. Whatever it was, Horna decided to take advantage of the situation and push him further. Ste

Her ruby-red eyes narrowed in anger and frustration as she registered his words. "And where do you think you should sleep then?" she spat, her voice cold and menacing. She paced back and forth across the room, wrestling with conflicting emotions: part of her wanted to punish him for his insolence, while another part was curious about what would happen if she allowed him to stay in her chambers... as something more than just an advisor or a slave.

The flying skull hovered nearby, watching the exchange with interest before clearing its throat loudly. "My lady," it said, "perhaps you could give Jay his own quarters? It would be prudent, considering--"

Horna turned to glare at the demonic familiar. "Do not presume to tell me what is and isn't prudent!" she snarled. The flying skull cowered slightly

Horna took a deep breath, fighting to regain her composure. She turned back to face Jay1231 with narrowed eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. Part of her was still angry and wanted nothing more than to punish him for his insolence... but another part was intrigued by the prospect of keeping him close. Very close. "Very well," she said at last, her voice smooth and dangerous as silk. "You may sleep in my chambers tonight... but only if you promise not to disturb me or try anything funny." Her ruby-red eyes flickered downwards briefly before meeting his gaze once more. "Do we have an understanding?"

The silence stretched between them, heavy and pregnant with tension. Jay1231 hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks and benefits of agreeing to Horna's conditions. On one hand, being close

Her ruby-red eyes locked on to him like predators stalking their prey, but then something else flickered within them as well - curiosity, desire even... "Very well," she said at last. It was a reluctant concession, but it had been made nonetheless. With a dismissive wave of her hand, Horna indicated that he should go ahead and make himself comfortable. The flying skull glided over to perch itself on the bedpost nearby, watching them both intently as they waited for whatever might happen next.

As Horna began to undress, her muscular form revealed by each article of clothing that hit the floor, she couldn't help but feel a surge of power and dominance wash over her. She glanced at Jay1231 briefly, watching as he dutifully covered his eyes with one hand. Her ruby-red eyes darkened almost imperceptibly, reflecting both her lust for control and her growing curiosity about just how far she could push him. The bathwater grew steamy around them, its aroma mixing with Horna's perfume to create an intoxicating scent that filled the room.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Horna inched closer to Jay1231, her body swaying sensually as she moved. The familiar's presence was like a quiet hum in the background, a constant reminder of just how much control she truly had here. With each step

Her ruby-red eyes glinted mischievously as she took a step closer to him. "Don't worry about that," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I just wanted to see if you were paying attention." Her free hand brushed lightly against his cheek, the touch featherlight but impossibly gentle for someone of her stature. "You can open your eyes now."

The feeling of her skin against his sent a shiver down Jay1231's spine, making him wonder what else she might do next. Her fingers traced a slow pattern on his cheek, drawing circles around his lips and across his jawline, as if mapping out the terrain of his face with tenderness. The flying skull hovered nearby, watching with interest this unexpected display of affection... or perhaps something else entirely.

Horna smiled sweetly as their eyes met, her ruby-red gaze never leaving his. Her body was taut and muscular, covered in soft black fur that glimmered like polished obsidian in the dim light of the chamber. As she stood before him naked, Jay1231 couldn't help but feel a strange sense of awe and desire welling up inside him. Her breasts were perky and firm, topped with large dark nipples that seemed to call out for his touch. The curve of her waist led down to strong, muscular hips, and from there trailed southward until it disappeared beneath the shadows cast by her lower body hair.

The air between them seemed charged with electricity, making every breath difficult and every heartbeat loud. It was a heady mix of fear, desire, and uncertainty that made Jay1231 feel more alive than he had in years

"It's alright," Horna purred, her voice dripping with honeyed desire as she took a step closer to him. "I trust you not to do anything I don't want you to do." She reached out and cupped his cheek in her hand again, drawing him close until their bodies were barely an inch apart. Her ruby-red eyes locked on to his, searching for any hint of resistance or fear, but finding only need and hunger mirrored back at her. "And I'm not just your advisor," she breathed, her voice husky with desire now, "I'm also your mistress... and your toy." Her free hand trailed lower down his chest, slowly making its way southward until it reached the hem of his shirt. With gentle but firm tug, she pulled it off over his head, revealing his toned human body

The flying skull hover

The air between them seemed to crackle with anticipation as Horna leaned in closer still, her ruby-red eyes meeting his in a heated gaze that promised pleasures beyond imagining. The tips of Jay1231's fingers brushed against the firm, smooth flesh of her bare side, sending waves of desire coursing through her body like lightning striking a tree. His touch was so gentle it might have been easy to mistake for something else entirely - affection or perhaps even reverence - but Horna knew better. She welcomed his touch like an offering from a supplicant and reveled in the power she held over him, over all of her subjects...

Her free hand trailed higher up along his chest now, reaching to grab at the waistband of his pants as she tried to coax them down. "Let me see all of you," she purred huskily, "let me feel every inch

With a delighted growl, Horna pushed Jay's pants down over his hips and let them drop to the floor around his feet. His erect member stood proudly before her, twitching with anticipation as she leaned in closer still, brushing the soft curls of hair at its base with the tip of her tongue. The taste of him was intoxicating, a flavor both familiar and exotic that sent shivers up her spine and curled her toes with need.

With one hand, she guided his hard length toward her lips, taking him deep into her mouth and sucking hungrily as she teased the sensitive head with her tongue. Her other hand drifted lower still, cupping his balls through the soft material of his boxers before trailing back up to gently roll them over in a possessive gesture that signaled she owned every inch of him.

Her ruby-red

Her ruby-red eyes narrowed as she felt his grip on the sheets, but she didn't let it deter her. Instead, she increased the intensity of her sucking, taking more of his length into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the sensitive head, teasing him mercilessly. She knew he was close; the tension in his body, the way he held onto the sheets told her everything she needed to know. And as he neared the edge of release, she increased the pressure on his balls, squeezing them almost painfully and drawing out his orgasm until it was a single, powerful spurt of hot semen that shot down her throat in a sticky torrent.

She swallowed greedily, savoring every drop as it filled her mouth and throat. When she finally pulled back from him, Horna's ruby-red eyes were bright with satisfaction and triumph. "Is

"Is that all you've got?" she purred, her voice laced with amusement and challenge. "I was hoping for more." Her ruby-red gaze flickered downward once again before meeting his eyes, the message clear - if he wanted to impress her, if he wanted her approval and acceptance... then he'd better be ready to give more of himself to her in every sense of the word.

The flying skull, hovering nearby, remained silent for a moment before speaking up slowly, cautiously. "My lady, perhaps you should let him rest now?" it ventured tentatively, its voice quiet and respectful. "He's your advisor after all, and he does have an important role to play in maintaining order in the Shatt region."

Horna glared at the demonic familiar, irritation flashing across her features like a dark cloud passing overhead. But then, as

Her ruby-red eyes narrowed with lust as she felt Jay pressing her down against the bed. With a low growl, she threw off all pretense of control and let herself be consumed by desire. Her hands gripped Jay's shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as she arched her back, offering him full access to her body.

The flying skull hovered nearby, watching the display with interest but saying nothing more. Horna was in charge now; it would not interfere while there was still pleasure to be had and dominance to be claimed. As Jay1231 took control of their coupling, using his strength and size to his advantage, Horna moaned and writhed beneath him, relishing the feeling of being used and owned. Her ruby-red eyes locked onto his face as they moved together, hunting for any sign of weakness or dissatisfaction, but finding only pleasure

As Jay's thrusts grew harder and faster, Horna let out a hoarse cry of pleasure, her body arching into his movements as she chased after the release that seemed just beyond reach. Her ruby-red eyes closed tightly, clenched shut by the intensity of emotion coursing through her. With each powerful stroke, she felt herself being drawn deeper and deeper into a maelstrom of desire and dominance from which there was no escape.

The familiar, watching silently from nearby, could feel the power dynamic between them shifting even as they fucked. Horna was no longer merely playing with her prey; she was feeding on him, deriving strength from his submission and need. And Jay1231? He was no longer just an advisor or a toy for Horna's amusement. In this moment, he was her equal in every way that mattered. Their bodies moved together as one

Her ruby-red eyes flew open as Jay's words hit her like a blow to the chest, the hunger and dominance in them sending a shiver down her spine. She looked at him with newfound respect, for his strength and resilience but also for the unyielding spirit that refused to be broken by her power or his own physical submission. "Yes," she gasped, arching into another of his rough thrusts, "I do like it... I like feeling you inside me... taking control..."

The flying skull circled them lazily, studying their expressions and body language with interest, as if trying to gauge the true depth of their feelings. It too felt a stirring within itself; an almost inexplicable sense of admiration for this pair who fought and fucked not just for survival but also for dominance and control over each other. As they continued to move together, their connection

With a final cry of release, Jay1231's hot seed filled her up, triggering an intense orgasm that wracked her body from head to toe. Her fingers dug painfully into his shoulders as she arched her back and bucked beneath him, milking every last drop from his spent cock before collapsing bonelessly back onto the bed with a satisfied moan.

The familiar hovered nearby, watching carefully for any sign of change in their dynamic now that the coupling had ended. Horna's ruby-red eyes closed again as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as exhaustion began to claim her. It was clear that this experience had been intense for both of them, but it remained uncertain how they would move forward from here. Would Jay1231 continue to serve loyally as her advisor or would his newfound appreciation and respect lead him down a different

As Jay1231 climbed off her, Horna turned her head to look at him. Her ruby-red eyes studied his expression intently, searching for any sign of deception or ulterior motive. What she saw instead was a mix of relief and satisfaction. It seemed that their coupling had been as meaningful for Jay as it had been for her.

The flying skull watched carefully from above, its gaze darting between the two of them as if trying to gauge the exact nature of their new relationship. For now, Horna allowed herself a moment of contentment, basking in the afterglow of their passionate interlude and the knowledge that she had brought her advisor closer to her than ever before. She would need him more than ever now; not just as a tool or plaything, but as an ally and confidant. And so she spoke softly, her voice almost gentle in contrast to her usual