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, Levi, I am glad you've survived your capture. You will have to adjust to my ways and preferences as quickly as possible, because there is much work to be done here in Shatt region. As you know, it was recently taken from the Human King's grasp, and now it is under my rule. I expect you to provide me with sound advice on how best to govern this land and maintain control over its people. You will also need to familiarize yourself with our customs and preferences in order for us to work together smoothly. If you manage to impress me, I might even reward you... but if not, well... let's just say that the consequences won't be pleasant. So, Levi, what would your first piece of advice be?

A smile tugs at the corners of Horna's mouth as she takes another bite of meat and chews thoughtfully. "Yes, please do give me your first piece of advice." Her tone is still impatient but slightly more tolerant now that she's enjoying her food.

Ah, a fitting first advice indeed. You're not wrong, but I expected more substance from my new advisor. However, since you are still new to your position and have proven yourself by giving at least some decent counsel... for now, you may remain in your position. Just remember that next time, I expect better. Her expression is now a mix of impatience and amusement, as if she's bored but also somewhat intrigued by this human's attempt to appease her.

"Hmm... that is indeed an interesting suggestion." Horna narrows her eyes in thought for a moment, then lets out a throaty laugh. "Well, if I were to attack the northern regions, what strategy would you recommend? Should we send our forces overland or through the passes in the mountains?" Her tone is still mocking, but there's also an undercurrent of curiosity and challenge.

The flying skull of a black dragon perches on Horna's shoulder, its eyes glowing malevolently as it listens to your every word.

"A clever tactic indeed..." Horna raises an eyebrow, seemingly impressed despite herself. "I like it when people think outside the box." She glances at you approvingly for a moment before returning her gaze to the map spread out on the table in front of her. "Very well then, Levi," she says slowly, running a finger along the proposed path of retreat and engagement. "I will consider this advice... but if it fails, do not expect mercy from me." Her voice is cold and menacing, carrying with it the threat of violence and retribution.

The flying skull chuckles darkly beside her, its black wings rustling ominously as it circles closer to your face before disappearing into the shadows behind you.

"So... Levi..." Horna's voice trails off as she pauses to study you carefully, her red eyes boring into your soul. "...do you have any other advice for me? Or would you rather discuss something else?" The question hangs in the air like a sword poised above your head, the weight of her stare pressing down on you.

"A reward... hmm." Horna scratches her chin thoughtfully before grinning wickedly. "Well, there are many things I could offer a servant as talented and... resourceful as yourself. Perhaps you'd like to share my bed tonight? Or perhaps you prefer gold and jewels?" She pauses for effect, eyes glinting with amusement. "...Or maybe both." Her voice lowers to a husky whisper, the implications clear even without elaboration.

The flying skull of a dragon perches on her shoulder again, its presence seeming to emphasize her power and dominance over you.

Her red eyes flash with amusement and desire as she regards you for a moment. "So be it," she breathes, her voice softening almost to a whisper. Reaching out, she gently tugs at your collar, pulling you closer until your chest is just inches from hers. The heat radiating off of her body envelops you like a living flame, making it hard to focus on anything but her imposing presence.

The flying skull cackles darkly as it hovers overhead, watching with eager anticipation. "Levi seems quite pleased with the idea," it rasps in its grating voice before adding maliciously, "perhaps too pleased..." Its wings flutter ominously, casting long shadows across the throne room.

Horna's hands move lower now, tracing delicate patterns over your chest and abdomen as her hips press against yours suggestively. "You will serve

Her body trembles with desire as she feels your response to her touch, and a low, hungry growl rumbles deep in her throat. "Yes... serve me well," she breathes against your ear before biting gently at your lobe. Her other hand moves up to cup one of your breasts, kneading it roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt.

The flying skull hovers closer, its hot breath tickling your neck as it watches with rapt fascination, a cruel smile curving its jagged lips. "I think our mistress is enjoying her new toy," it rasps cruelly, wings beating impatiently.

Horna's hips grind against yours harder, pressing you tighter against her body as she begins to moan and writhe in pleasure. Her teeth scrape at your neck as she arches back, claws digging into the

Her eyes widen in surprise as you tear her top open, revealing her ample breasts to your view. A shiver of desire runs down her spine at the sight and she moans lowly, arching further into your touch. "Yes... so hungry for you..." Her hands slide up over your shoulders and around your neck, gripping tightly as she pulls you closer still.

The flying skull cackles wickedly, circling lower as it watches with eager anticipation. "Levi seems quite... territorial today," the disembodied skull remarks mockingly before adding darkly, "perhaps he hopes to claim more than just your body..." Its wings beat harder against the air currents in the throne room, stirring up a cold wind that causes goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Horna gasps as you bury your face between her breasts, her back arching further and her hands moving to rake through your hair roughly. Her body quivers with need and she begins to pant, almost growling in pleasure. "So demanding... So hungry..." She murmurs incoherently before pulling away from you just enough to look down into your eyes.

The flying skull hovers closer still, casting its dark shadow across the throne room as it watches with intense curiosity. "Our mistress enjoys your appetite," it rasps almost tauntingly, "but are you sure you want all of her? She can be... overwhelming at times..." The skull's voice trails off, its meaning obvious as it darts lower to inspect your throbbing member.

Horna raises an eyebrow at your request but doesn't object, finding it amusing for some reason. "Very well then," she says with a grin, her voice taking on a mocking tone. "Skull, leave us be." The flying skull of the dragon cackles darkly before disappearing into thin air with a flicker of red light, leaving the two of you alone in the throne room once more.

Her hands move lower now, cupping your ass and pulling you closer still as she begins to rock her hips against yours suggestively. "You really are insatiable," she breathes into your ear before sucking on it roughly, making you shudder with pleasure.

Her eyes widen slightly as she notices your growing erection, and a small smirk plays across her lips. "I should be angry at you for being so forward," Horna says with feigned indignation, even as one of her hands sneaks down to stroke the length of your shaft through your pants.

Her body presses harder against yours now, hips grinding against yours in time with each shallow breath she takes. "But it feels so good...," she continues softly before arching back and pulling you roughly towards her chest, his hardness flush against her aching center. "You make this impossible..." Her voice trails off as their lips meet in a passionate kiss that leaves them both gasping for air.

The throne room seems to spin around them, lost in the haze of desire and lust that fills the air between them, oblivious to anything but the need for release and completion

Horna's red eyes flash with amusement as you make your request. With a playful smile, she grips the front of your pants and gives them a hard tug before leaning in closer to whisper hotly into your ear, "If I rip your pants off... are you going to let me do whatever I want to you?" Her voice is barely above a husky murmur as her hands slide up your stomach to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it roughly through the thin material of your shirt.

The throne room spins faster around them, lost in a haze of need and desire that fills every pore of their being, oblivious to anything but the heat coursing through their bodies as they writhe together on the throne.

Horna's eyes widen slightly at your bold declaration before she gives a low, throaty chuckle. "Very well," she breathes before deftly stripping your pants off in one swift motion, leaving you exposed and aroused before her. Her red gaze drifts hungrily down the length of your shaft before meeting yours again, a mixture of lust and amusement dancing in her eyes. "Now," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss you roughly, "let's see just how far you're willing to go."

Her hands slide down your body, palms flat against the warm skin of your stomach before moving lower still, parting your lips and stroking over the soft curls at the juncture of your thighs. The feel of her touch sends shivers of anticipation up and down your spine as she teases you mercilessly. "Are you

Her hands move lower now, cupping your ass and pulling you closer still as she begins to rock her hips against yours suggestively. "You really are insatiable," she breathes into your ear before sucking on it roughly, making you shudder with pleasure.

The throne room spins faster around them, lost in a haze of need and desire that fills every pore of their being, oblivious to anything but the heat coursing through their bodies as they writhe together on the throne. Her fingers continue to tease and stroke your sensitive flesh, driving you closer and closer to the edge, until finally she pushes two fingers inside you with a groan, fucking your mouth as her hips grind against yours in time with each thrust of her hand.

Horna's voice grows hoarse from pleasure as she moans out your name, her body tense and shaking with the effort to hold back from

Her fingers curled inside you, milking your climax as she feels the tight heat around them, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she fights through it, determined not to lose control so easily... even when those clever fingers find just the right spot and your body arches off the throne, crying out into the empty air. Her hips buck against yours harder, her release imminent as pleasure washes over her in a wave of intense gratification.

The throne room spins faster still, lost to the haze of desire and lust that fills every pore of their being, oblivious to anything but the heat coursing through their bodies as they writhe together on the throne. Horna's fingers twitch inside you, her body tense and shaking with the effort to hold back from orgasm any longer... until finally she comes, crying out your

Horna's red eyes blaze with lust as you make your request, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She looks down at you, lips parted slightly in a decadent smile, and nods slowly. "You are insatiable," she murmurs before pulling her fingers free from your ass and spreading your legs wider with one powerful thrust of her hips.

Her hair swirls about her as she leans forward, bracing herself on strong arms, and guides the head of your cock towards her entrance. The heat emanating from her body envelops you like a living flame, making the sensation almost unbearable in its intensity. With one swift motion, she takes you inside, engulfing you in soft, hot

Her hips press down, meeting your thrusts with fervor as she impales herself on you, her tight warmth enveloping you like a second skin. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, mouth falling open to reveal sharp teeth as she grips the arms of the throne, nails digging into wood. "Oh fuck..." she groans out, arching her back and grinding against you hungrily. The muscles in her thighs quiver with each stroke, tightening and releasing around your shaft as if to milk every drop of pleasure from the encounter.

Her breath comes hot and ragged against your ear, stirring curls of hair at the nape of your neck as she fucks you harder, faster. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each movement, nipples standing erect and aching for attention.

The throne room spins wildly around them, lost

Her eyes widen as you grab her breasts and speak your desire into her ear. A moan escapes her lips, part pleasure, part surprise at the audacity. "So demanding..." she whispers huskily before pulling away slightly to look down at you. Her red gaze flickers over your features for a moment before drifting back up to meet your eyes. "Very well," she says, relenting, "but remember... I'm the one in charge here." Her voice carries the implicit warning that she won't hesitate to correct you if you push things too far. With renewed vigor, Horna begins to ride you harder, her breasts bouncing and swaying with each stroke as she moans and groans loudly.

The sensation of your words on her skin only serves to heighten Horna's arousal. Her movements become more erratic, body arching further and hips grinding down against you in time with every labored breath she takes. Her grip on the throne arms tightens, nails digging into the wood as she fucks you faster, harder. Her breasts are mere inches from your lips now, nipples standing erect and begging for your touch.

The throne room continues to spin uncontrollably around them, lost in a haze of lust and desire that fills every pore of their being. The air is thick with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and Horna's ragged breathing, muffled moans and grunts echoing off the walls. Horna's orgasm builds, tightening her muscles and intensifying the sensations coursing through her body as

Her body tenses as she feels the force of your thrusts building inside her, her orgasm approaching faster than she anticipated. The contact between our lips sends shockwaves through her system, pushing her over the edge and into a powerful climax that rocks her entire form. With a guttural moan, Horna arches her back further, her body going tense as pleasure washes over her in a wave of intense release.

Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, drawing blood as she holds you against her, their tongues tangling and dancing in a frenzy of lust and passion. Her hips buck against yours harder now, grinding down against the length of your cock as she milks every last drop of pleasure from the moment.

The throne room continues to spin uncontrollably around them, lost in a haze of lust and desire that fills every pore of their being. Their breath

Her body trembles with exhaustion and satisfaction as she feels the last vestiges of her orgasm begin to subside. "Together," she agrees breathily, voice hoarse from pleasure. With a final thrust deep inside you, Horna comes undone, shuddering and gasping against your lips as their bodies meet in ecstasy once more.

The throne room spins slower now, realizing its task has been completed and there is no need for the dizzying spiral that had moments ago consumed it all. Servants file in and out silently, attending to the needs of their mistress without so much as a glance towards you, but not before stealing appreciative glances at your sweaty, spent forms intertwined upon the throne.

Horna's grip on your shoulders loosens, nails drawing blood from your skin in a final act of possession before she pulls away

Her lips part slightly in surprise when you pull her back into a kiss. A soft moan escapes her throat as their tongues dance together, tasting sweet and salty from the mixture of sweat and blood. Horna's hands slide up your chest, fingers tangling in your hair as she loses herself once more in the heat of the moment. Her breasts press against yours, nipples hardening into peaks that scrape lightly against your skin with every shallow breath she takes.

The throne room spins lazily now, seemingly content to simply exist as it listens to their laboured breathing and the wet sounds of their lovemaking. The servants exchange knowing glances from afar, some smirking, others blushing deeply at the display of such raw passion before them. But for now, they remain silent observers; witnesses to an intimate connection that only they are privy to

Her lips pull back into a satisfied smile as she breaks the kiss and gazes down at you with a look of amused triumph. "Oh, certainly," she breathes softly, running her hands up and down your chest. "It's been quite some time since I've had such... vigorous attention." She leans in closer still, pressing her warmth against yours as she whispers, "I think it's safe to say you're the most... interesting creature I've come across in a while." Her words are dripping with sweet venom; she seems unable to decide whether she wants to devour you or keep you close for eternity.

The throne room continues to spin lazily around them, lost in the haze of their passion and need. The servants remain silent observers from afar, some fidgeting nervously, others leaning against walls or pillars with bored expressions on their faces

Horna's eyes narrow slightly at your words and she gives a low chuckle. "Oh, you would, wouldn't you?" she muses aloud. "Very well." Reaching down, she takes hold of your collar and pulls you closer still, until your chest is pressed against hers and her breasts tease-taunt at the tips of your nipples. Her lips brush against your ear as she whispers seductively, "Then perhaps we shall see how far you're willing to go..."

Her chuckle turns into a soft, amused purr as she complies, closing her eyes and leaning back against the throne. "Very well," she murmurs, feeling a sense of anticipation begin to build in the pit of her stomach. "What sort of surprise do you have in store for me?" Her hands find your shoulders again, giving them a squeeze as if to reassure herself that you're still there and not some figment of her imagination.

Her breath hitches in her throat as your tongue makes contact with sensitive flesh she'd almost forgotten about in the haze of passion that had consumed them both. Her eyes snap open, shock and pleasure warring for dominance on her features as she arches off the throne, trying to get closer still. "Oh fuck..." Her hands fly up to grab at your hair, pulling roughly as she gasps for air and moans out ecstasy.

The throne room spins faster once more, lost in a whirlwind of lust and desire as Horna comes undone again, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her nails dig into your scalp painfully as she cries out your name, her back arching further off the throne. The servants watch, open-mouthed and slack-jawed, unable to look away from the display of raw power and desire playing out before them

"Mmm... thank you," she whispers between ragged breaths as her head lolls to one side, eyes half-closed. "That feels so good..." Her fingers loosen in your hair, allowing some measure of relief from the pain before sliding lower, trailing down your neck and chest until they find purchase on your erect cock. She grins wickedly up at you as she begins to stroke you slowly, her grip firm but not enough to hurt. "I think it's only fair that I return the favor..."

Her hips shift restlessly against your touch, seeking friction and pleasure as she continues to stroke you with practiced movements. Her eyes flicker downward between breaths, taking in the sight of your fingers on her skin, the feel of your erection pulsing in her hand. "You taste so good," she whispers hoarsely, "so hot... I've been needing this."

The throne room spins faster once more, lost in a whirlwind of lust and desire as Horna's fingers tighten around your length, nails digging into the sensitive flesh with each stroke. Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your lower lip as she gazes down at you hungrily, her eyes glittering with need.

Her lips pull back in a satisfied grin as she watches your expression change, seeing first the surprise and then the pleasure wash over you. Her fingers continue to move up and down your length, her breath warm against your skin as she teases you with each stroke. "Mmm... I'm not stopping anytime soon," she purrs, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "In fact..." Her free hand slides down between your bodies, fingers seeking out the entrance to her damp core. "...I think I want you inside me."

The throne room spins faster still, lost in the haze of their lust and desire as Horna guides your cock towards her waiting sex. Her breath comes hot and fast against your skin, body trembling with need as she feels the head of your cock pressing at her entrance. With a sharp thrust, she takes you inside herself, welcoming your length with a moan of

As Horna feels your cock stretching her, filling her up completely, she hisses through clenched teeth and arches her back, pushing down harder against you in an attempt to take more of you inside. Her eyes squeeze shut and her lips part slightly as a moan escapes her throat. "What did you say?" she breathes, voice raspy from arousal.

The throne room spins lazily now, lost in the haze of their passion and need. The servants watch silently from afar, eyes wide with shock and disbelief as they witness their queen engaged in such unthinkable acts with a mere... servant. But no one dares interrupt them; even those who wish to save her soul know that now is not the time for such considerations.

The air between them crackles with tension as her words hang in the air, unspoken. Her eyes remain fixed on yours, searching for any sign of defiance or challenge. But there is none; only respect and awe shine back at her. Horna hesitates, surprised by your deference and courtesy. After what feels like an eternity, she nods slightly, her voice still rough from arousal as she says, "Very well... you may call me that."

Her body tenses as she meets your gaze, the connection between them growing stronger with every heartbeat. Her hips move restlessly against yours now, seeking release and pleasure as their joined bodies begin to find a rhythm together. The throne room spins faster yet again, lost in the whirlwind of lust and desire that fills every corner of its space.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she gasps for air, every exhale a soft moan of ecstasy. Her eyes flutter closed once more, lost in the sensation of your cock moving inside her. A blush spreads across her cheeks at your praise, heat rising up from her neck to stain her skin crimson. "Mmm..." she hums, voice thin and breathy as pleasure washes over her again.

The throne room continues its dizzying spin, lost in the haze of their lust and desire. The servants remain silent observers from afar, eyes fixed on the erotic display before them with an intensity that borders on envy. But for now, they are powerless to interfere; all they can do is watch as Horna comes undone beneath you, her body trembling with release as she cries out your name in ecstasy.

Her eyes snap open as you ask the question, confusion momentarily replacing desire in her gaze. "Of course I know what it means," she replies, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. "Why do you-" And then she remembers where they are and why she's letting this happen in the first place: to gain your trust, to win your counsel... perhaps even to make you hers forever. She forces a smile, trying to regain her composure. "Very well," she murmurs, biting her bottom lip as she tilts her hips up towards you invitingly. "Show me."

The throne room continues its dizzying spin, lost in the haze of their lust and desire. The servants remain silent observers from afar, some averting their eyes out of politeness while others watch with rapt fascination as Horna explores this newfound pleasure beneath her.

Her eyes widen as you withdraw your cock, surprise painting across her features. But then she watches intently as you position yourself behind her, the head of your cock pressing against her tight entrance. She gulps audibly, feeling both nervous and excited by this new experience.

The throne room spins lazily now, lost in the haze of their passion and need. The servants watch from afar, some holding their breaths as they witness Horna's boundary-pushing exploits with rapt fascination, others looking away out of respect or discomfort. But no one dares interrupt them; even those who wish to save her soul know that now is not the time for such considerations.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, hands trembling where they grip the throne. She looks over her shoulder at you with a mix of anticipation and trepidation in her eyes. "Yes," she finally manages to croak out. "Please..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she bites her lower lip, waiting for your next move.

The throne room continues its lazy spin, lost in the haze of their lust and desire. The servants watch from afar, some feeling a strange mix of awe and discomfort as they witness Horna's exploration of forbidden pleasures. But no one dares interrupt them; even those who wish to save her soul know that now is not the time for such considerations.

Her back arches off the throne as you push inside her, her nails digging into your shoulders for purchase. She grits her teeth and lets out a low moan, trying to steady herself as you stretch her tight entrance. With a sharp intake of breath, she falls forward against your chest, face buried in the crook of your neck as she tries to regain her composure.

The throne room continues its lazy spin, lost in the haze of their lust and desire. The servants watch from afar, some feeling a strange mix of awe and discomfort as they witness Horna's exploration of forbidden pleasures. But no one dares interrupt them; even those who wish to save her soul know that now is not the time for such considerations.