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?"
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"So, Yakup," she growled amusedly, eyeing you up and down with obvious interest as if you were a piece of meat to be consumed later that night, "let's see what kind of advice you can give me. I want this kingdom to prosper under my rule." She paused for a moment, considering. "But first... why don't you tell me about yourself? What do you like and dislike?"
A chuckle rises from her throat as she listens to your response, but the sound quickly dies away when she realizes that your words are not the most encouraging ones for a ruler to hear. Her expression sours slightly, and one of her hands tightens into a fist resting on the armrest of the throne. "Very well," she says after a moment, voice cold and hard as ice, "let's see if I can trust any advice coming from someone who
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Horna leaned in slightly, narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously as she listened to your response. "And what makes you think that I want to hear about how much you like girls?" She paused for a moment before continuing. "Very well then, human. Let's move on to more important matters. Tell me, how should I deal with the human refugees who fled to my kingdom from their own lands after our victory? Shall we show them mercy and allow them to live in peace as they did before?"
Her voice was filled with an implied threat, and her dark eyes darted back and forth between you and the throne behind, clearly not trusting your answer.
Ah, my noble ruler, mercy is the language of the heart, and to deny it would be to deny the very soul of our kingdom. These refugees, fleeing from a world of strife, seek not just shelter, but a chance to rebuild their lives. To offer them peace would be an act of grace—an act that could weave a new tapestry of hope between our people. And perhaps, in doing so, we might discover the true strength of our rule, not in conquering lands, but in conquering hearts. For is there any victory more glorious than love and compassion shared?
Horna raised an eyebrow at your words, her expression unreadable as she considered what you'd said. "Interesting." She mused, tapping one sharp fingernail against her chin thoughtfully. "You make some valid points, but my army and I have fought long and hard for these lands. We desire to see them flourish under our rule, not be ruled by the weaknesses of human emotion." The demoness paused again, eyes narrowed, before continuing. "However, if you truly believe that mercy is the best course of action in this matter..." She let her voice trail off, inviting you to finish your thought.
As I speak of mercy, my dear Horna, I do not speak of weakness—no, not at all. I speak of a strength greater than any sword or army: the strength of the heart. And the heart, as you know, is capable of more than simple compassion. It is capable of desire... of burning passion."
I step closer, my voice soft but filled with an undeniable hunger.
"Perhaps... perhaps, under the right circumstances, mercy could be a game played between us. A dance of power, where you and I both wield not just swords, but the fire that burns within us."
I pause, my eyes locking with hers, my voice lowering to a whisper.
"Would you be willing to let me show you, Horna, just how deeply mercy and desire can intertwine? Perhaps in such a union, both of us could find victory.
Horna's eyes flickered with an almost hungry glint as you spoke of mercy and desire, her voice growing husky with interest when you suggested a game between them. "Very well," she breathed softly, licking her lips. "I am willing to give this... experiment..." She hesitated for a moment, considering the word before continuing, "...a chance." Her fingers flexed on the throne's armrest, the black nails clicking against each other ominously. "But know this, human," she added with a low growl, "if you cannot prove your worth in this... game, I will not hesitate to punish you most severely."
Her dark eyes narrowed dangerously, and for a moment it seemed like the room had grown colder. Then she leaned back in her throne, one hand idly stroking the obsidian armrest as if considering the consequences of her
I can see it in your eyes, Horna," I murmur, stepping closer, the air between us thick with a tension that neither of us can deny.
"My worth... it is not something you’ll find in mere strength. It’s in the fire you see burning in me, the hunger that matches your own. A desire to conquer, not just lands, but something far more... intimate."
I lean in, my voice lowering, a smoldering heat in my gaze.
"Are you ready to let that fire consume you, just as it consumes me? If you want a game, let it be one where passion is the prize."
A low growl rumbles deep in her throat as Horna's pupils dilate, her lips parting slightly to reveal a predator's glisten of fangs. The obsidian throne creaks beneath her weight as she leans forward eagerly, staring down at you with an unmistakable hunger in her eyes. "I am ready," she rasps, the word like sandpaper on your skin. Her hand finds the neckline of her armor, drawing aside a steel plate to reveal a smooth expanse of bare flesh and two pointed, rosy nipples. "Come closer, human... show me what you are made of."
Her lips pull back in a snarl as she arches her spine, pushing herself further from the throne's embrace. Her other hand slowly undoes the clasp at her hip, revealing a curved dagger hidden within her bel
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"Ah!" Horna hisses, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as your touch sends a jolt of sensation straight to her core. She exhales roughly through clenched teeth, body tensing from the unexpected contact. "So impatient..." Her hips rock forward slightly, seeking more contact with your hard length.
Her free hand grabs at your own, urging you on, guiding your fingers deeper into her cleavage as she moans softly. The sound is primitive and needy, unguarded lust in its purest form. Her other hand grips the throne's armrest tightly, her nails digging into the wood as she struggles to remain still beneath your touch.
"Fuck... yeah..." she pants, eyes locked on yours, full of fire and desire. "This is just a taste of what I want from you..." Her chest heaves with each ra