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?"

"Hmm... Alexander, you say? That's a very nice name for someone who serves the great Horna." The demoness grinned widely at her little joke, showing off impressively sharp teeth. "Now then, servant Alexander, do you have any advice for me?" She crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned back in the throne, looking expectantly at Tarzan01010101010101 with amber-colored eyes. "It's important that I make wise decisions here, as my choices will shape this land." Her voice was cold but not unkind; it carried a hint of mockery and an underlying threat.

"Hmm... Interesting advice, servant Alexander." Horna narrows her eyes slightly as she thinks about it. "I see that you have some experience with strategy and tactics. However, I must remind you that my forces are limited here; I cannot simply 'strengthen the army' overnight. The Demon Lord has granted me these lands but he did not give me unlimited resources." Her voice is still calm and measured, almost soft, as if she were discussing the weather or some other mundane topic. "But," she continues, sitting up straight again, "I will take your counsel under consideration. It would be wise to gather more information about our neighbors' movements before making any rash decisions." The dragon skull on her shoulder nods in agreement, its black eyes glowing red with demonic fire.

"In the meantime," Horna continues with a sly smile, "I think it

would be entertaining to test your... strengths, servant Alexander." Her grin widened into a predatory smile, revealing long, sharp teeth. "You seem quite... sturdy for a human. Perhaps you could serve as an example to my other servants?" She leaned forward slightly, licking her lips suggestively. "Or even... as an entertainer for me and my trusty familiar here?" Skuld chuckled maliciously at that, the sound echoing eerily through the throne room.

"Of course," Horna continued with a laugh of her own, "you have earned your place in this palace. No one shall harm you without my permission." Her eyes gleamed as they traveled over Tarzan01010101010101's body, noticing every detail. The red gem embedded in her left eye seemed to pulse with anticipation.

"Hmm... How about this, servant Alexander? I will test your physical strength first. If you can prove yourself to be strong and useful, then perhaps I'll consider other aspects of your abilities." The demoness leans back in her throne again, looking amused at Tarzan01010101010101's reaction. "But if you fail me," she says with a mock-warning tone, "then I might decide that someone else would be more suitable for the position of my advisor." Her voice is playful yet authoritative at the same time.

"Very good, servant Alexander." Horna folds her hands behind her head, watching with amusement as Tarzan01010101010101 begins to flex his muscles in anticipation. "Let's see how strong you really are," she says playfully before gesturing at a large wooden practice dummy in the corner of the throne room. The dragon skull laughs maliciously, flying closer to Tarzan01010101010101 and snapping its jaws menacingly as if it were eager for the match to begin.

Horna's eyes widen in surprise as she sees you summoning a huge stone golem out of thin air, and then sending her an equally surprising message telepathically. Her amusement quickly turns into anger, however, as she realizes that you have just challenged her authority openly like this.

"How dare you!" She exclaims loudly, her voice echoing through the throne room. "You were supposed to be my servant and obey my orders! Instead, you decide to defy me and flaunt your powers?!" Her cheeks flush with rage as she rises from her throne. The dragon skull hovering nearby lets out a shriek of mockery and flies off, disappearing into the shadows.

"Oh really?" Horna's voice drips with sarcasm as she takes a step closer to you. "So you think that by showing off your powers, you can make me forget about your disobedience? Or perhaps you believe that this display will earn you some kind of special treatment from me?" She laughs coldly, an eerie sound that sends shivers down your spine.

"I am the mistress here," she says through gritted teeth, "and I decide who lives and dies, who serves and who is punished. You dare to defy me, and now you must face the consequences!" With a sudden surge of rage, Horna launches herself at you, her powerful demonic form moving impossibly fast despite her immense size. Her claws extend as she aims a savage swing directly for your head.

"You dare to stand your ground against me?!" Horna screams as she brings her claws down on you. The impact is like a hammer blow, sending pain rippling through Tarzan's body and knocking him off his feet. He lands hard on the floor, struggling for breath amidst a cloud of dust. Blood trickles from several small cuts on his face and arms.

Horna towers over him, her eyes ablaze with anger. "You pathetic insect!" she spits. "How dare you defy me like this? I should rip your limbs off and feed them to my familiar! But," she continues, licking her lips hungrily, "I think... I have a better idea."

With that, the demoness crouches down next to Tarzan. "From now on," she growls softly, running a claw along his cheek, drawing

Hmm... You are skilled and quite powerful, I'll give you that. Perhaps you could be more useful as my familiar rather than a mere servant. As my loyal pet, you would not only protect me but also serve to intimidate others who dare defy my authority. And in return, I will treat you well and grant you certain... privileges. What do you think of this arrangement?

You're no ordinary human, Tarzan. There's something special about you. Something... otherworldly. Perhaps it's your strength or your resilience, perhaps it's just your cunning nature. Either way, I sense that we share a connection that goes beyond mere master and servant. From this moment on, you will be known as my familiar: the demon lord's wolf. You shall serve me faithfully and loyally, protecting me against all threats, both within and without the Shatt region. And in return, I will grant you unimaginable power and pleasure. Do you accept this arrangement, Tarzan?

You have proven yourself to be a formidable servant and now you shall become my most trusted familiar, bonded to me through our shared blood and power. Rise, demon lord's wolf, and embrace your new role with all your strength! The Shatt region shall belong to us, hand in claw and heart in chest, for as long as we both shall live... and beyond that, into the eternal night. Your first task, as my loyal familiar, is to destroy those who dare challenge our authority - starting with the spies and assassins of the Human Kingdom. Show them no mercy, for they are nothing but insects beneath our feet, and I will reward you handsomely for every one you crush. Are you ready, Tarzan?

Horna lays on her bed, naked and vulnerable, her skin glowing with an unearthly heat. The room is lit only by flickering candles, casting shadows that dance over her body like lovers in a forbidden embrace. She beckons you closer with one long, slender finger, her eyes filled with lust and power. "Come to me, Tarzan," she purrs seductively, "and taste the fruits of your loyalty." Her scent fills the air, intoxicating and addictive as an aphrodisiac.

As you draw nearer, Horna's familiar takes flight once more, hovering above the bed like a watchful demon. Its eyes glow brightly in the semi-darkness, reflecting red light that paints Horna's skin with a sinister aura of danger and desire. The room feels charged with

Horna's amber eyes shimmer in the candlelight as she takes in your obedience and submission. "You please me, familiar," she breathes out, running a hand through your hair before pulling you closer still. She lets her other hand slide down your chest, teasing at the waistband of your trousers, before deftly tugging them free and tossing them aside. With a sultry laugh, Horna begins to explore every inch of your naked body with her hands and lips, leaving trails of pleasure and fire wherever she goes.

The familiar circles above, watching the intimate dance between mistress and servant unfold before it. Its red eyes gleam hungrily as it senses the growing bond between them, knowing that this night will mark a new beginning for all of them. It's clear who holds the power now; Horna is in control and enjoying every delicious moment

Her body arches and twists beneath you as she feels your growing arousal against her thigh. Horna bites her lip, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she moans softly. "So impatient," she whispers huskily before pulling you closer still, guiding the head of your cock to her slick folds.

With a firm push upwards, she takes you inside her, engulfing you in a warm embrace that almost seems to consume your very essence. Her muscles clench and release around you as she begins to move with you, their rhythm slow at first but growing faster as they find the perfect pace. The familiar dips lower, its tongue darting out to taste your skin where it meets hers, marking them both as belonging to each other.

The world fades away, leaving only the two of you in a haze of lust and power

Her breathing grows heavier as you thrust deeper inside her, each motion a testament to your growing dominance and power over her. Her eyes are closed now, lips parted slightly as she moans and gasps for air, lost in the sensation of your body moving against hers. The familiar is gone from sight and sound, but its presence lingers in the air nonetheless; a reminder that even with its absence, they are still watched over and protected by otherworldly forces.

With one last deep thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside her, claiming her completely. Horna's legs wrap around your waist as she meets your gaze for the first time since you entered her chamber. Her eyes blaze with passion and desire, reflecting back at you like pools of molten gold in the flickering candlelight. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "feel it... take it

Horna cries out in pleasure as your cock throbs inside her, filling her with your essence. Her muscles quiver and relax underneath you, letting go of their tension as she surrenders to the passion that rages between you. With a satisfied smile playing on her lips, she looks up at you, eyes glistening in the candlelight.

"You are truly magnificent," Horna whispers, running a hand through your sweaty hair. "Now... rest." Her voice is soft and commanding, a seductive blend of power and submission that sends shivers down your spine. She arches her back, urging you deeper still, before wrapping her arms around you, holding you close as you collapse onto her heaving breast. The candles flicker out one by one, leaving only the familiar's glow to light the way for the night ahead.

Her breath hitches as you move inside her, the sensation sending delicious waves of pleasure through her body. Horna closes her eyes, arching her back further and moaning softly. She feels so incredibly full and wanted right now, basking in the afterglow of your passion. With a small laugh that sounds more like a contented sigh, she runs a hand through your hair again, pulling you closer as if to never let go. "You are truly irresistible," she whispers into your ear before nipping at it playfully.

The familiar hovers nearby, its ruby-red eyes fixed on the two of you as they slowly drift shut in sleep. The room grows darker still, but Horna's chambers remain warm and inviting despite the absence of light. Together, you two lie there entwined for what feels like eternity, savoring every lingering touch

Her fingers dance along your back, trailing lightly over every ridge and valley as her other hand curls possessively around your hip, holding you close. She moans softly into the crook of your neck, feeling your cock twitch inside her as it starts to stir again. A devilish grin spreads across her face; she can feel how aroused you are still and knows that there's more passion left in both of you yet. "Tell me," she whispers hoarsely, her breath hot against your ear, "do you want more?"