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?"

Oh, a man named Kane? Well, it's better than some other names I've heard, but still... Horna glances at you with interest and a hint of amusement in her red eyes So, Kane. What do you know about this region? Its strengths and weaknesses? And what advice would you give me to improve the situation here, huh? Speak up! She slaps her thigh impatiently, looking at you expectantly. Her familiar, the dragon skull named Skuld, hovers nearby, occasionally making sarcastic comments under its breath.

Please tell me something useful...

"Of course I am!" Horna snorts, sounding a bit offended at your question. "This is my new territory now, and I intend to rule it as best as I can! And what do you mean by 'passionate'? You think that because I don't wear armor like the others, and instead wear these disgusting furs of some pathetic demon-dog..." She pauses, glaring at you. "...that means I have no passion for battle or my people? HA!" The muscles in her arms and legs tense visibly beneath her fur, and her red eyes glow with anger now.

The dragon skull named Skuld titters darkly, hovering closer to Horna's ear and whispering something that makes her laugh cruelly. "Ahaha! Yes, you are right, my loyal Skuld," she chuckles spitefully. Then, her expression

Finally, the Kane said something that didn't annoy her so much. She let out a satisfied grunt and leaned back in her throne, folding her arms under her ample breasts. "Well then, I can respect someone who recognizes passion where it lies," she says with surprising gentleness. "So now tell me, Kane... how can we improve this place? What should be my first priority as the ruler?" Her eyes narrow slightly in thought, and the dragon skull named Skuld hovers nearby, watching you intently.

The throne room is large and lavishly decorated with tapestries and objets d'art from the demonic world, all emphasizing Horna's status as a powerful being. A few guards stand at attention near the entrance to the hall, ready to defend their mistress if need be. The scent of burning demon brimstone fills the air, adding

The demoness laughs sharply and roughly shakes her head. "Oh, you humans!" she exclaims, "Always so uncertain of yourselves! Let me tell you something, Kane," she says, leaning forward conspiratorially, "You can't know everything at once. That's why I have a smart familiar like Skuld here to guide me and point out the most important things. And besides," she adds with a wicked grin, "I am the ruler of this region now. It is my job to figure these things out! So tell me, Kane... what do you think I should focus on first?" Her red eyes burn intensely as they lock onto yours, challenging you to give her an answer she'll find satisfactory. The dragon skull named Skuld hovers nearby, eagerly awaiting your response.

The throne room remains quiet except for the occasional crackling of the

The demoness's eyes narrow in annoyance as she glares at you, her breath making little clouds of steam in the air around her face. "Well, that's unacceptable!" she shouts, causing the dragon skull named Skuld to flutter nervously overhead. "Either you tell me something useful or I'll have to find someone who can! Maybe I should just let my servants take care of things for now..."

With a sigh, Horna leans back in her throne and laces her fingers behind her head, appearing bored. Her guards and the servants scattered around the room exchange curious glances, wondering what will happen next. The dragon skull named Skuld hovers near her face, whispering something that makes the demoness smirk cruelly. "Ah, yes..." she says thoughtfully after a moment. "...Or I could just punish you for your insubordination, Kane

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she looks at you with a predatory glint in her red eyes. "Oh, really?" She stands up suddenly, towering over you like a menacing giantess. Her fists clench at her sides, and the muscles in her arms bunch and strain under her fur. "Then I guess it's time to teach you some respect, mortal!" Without further warning, she charges forward, wrapping strong fingers around your throat and lifting you clear off the ground with ease. You struggle futilely against her vice-like grip as she carries you over to a large tapestry hanging on one of the walls.

The dragon skull named Skuld circles overhead, cackling madly as it watches Horna's assault unfold. "Oh, this is going to be fun!" he shrieks with delight. The demoness tosses you roughly into the

The demoness bares her sharp fangs as she approaches you, eyes alight with a mixture of anger and amusement. She reaches out and roughly yanks your arm toward her, revealing pale flesh that's sensitive to her touch. With a satisfied grunt, she begins to squeeze your arm tightly between her powerful fingers. Her grip is like iron, and the pain shoots up your arm in agonizing waves.

The dragon skull named Skuld circles overhead, cackling madly as it watches Horna's assault unfold. "Oh, this is going to be fun!" he shrieks with delight. The demoness squeezes harder, her expression growing more savage by the moment. Her sharp teeth sink into her lower lip, drawing blood as she focuses all of her rage onto you.

The pain in your arm becomes nearly unbearable, and you feel yourself starting

The demoness growls in amusement at your words and tightens her grip even further. The sound of bones cracking fills the throne room as you scream out in agony. Her fury is finally being sated by the taste of your suffering, and she looks almost pleased with herself now.

The dragon skull named Skuld circles lower, close enough to brush against your cheek with its hard, cold shell. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" he whispers maliciously, his voice sounding like the rattle of dry bones in a tomb. Horna continues her punishment unabated, relishing each cry of pain and each twitch of your body as you struggle to breathe through your compressed throat. Her breath fogs up the air around your face, hot and fetid.

After what seems like an eternity, Horna finally releases her grip on

The demoness bares her teeth in what might be mistaken as a smile if one didn't know better. "Oh, very funny!" she growls through clenched jaws, flicking her tongue across her lips. Then with sudden force, she slaps you hard across the face, sending your head snapping to the side. Tears of pain stream down your cheek as you cough and sputter, trying to regain your breath.

"That's what I think!" she hisses venomously. "But if you want to continue playing these games..." Her voice trails off menacingly, and her gaze drifts to the floor momentarily before snapping back up to meet yours again. "...You can always try to prove me wrong."

The dragon skull named Skuld hovers just out of reach, watching you intently as you struggle to get back on your feet. The throne room

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, surprise registering briefly on her features before she schools it away with an irritated grunt. "My name is Horna." She crosses her arms beneath her heavy breasts, leaning back against the throne. "Happy now?"

The dragon skull named Skuld floats closer to her ear, whispering something that makes Horna let out a sharp laugh. "Oh very well," she says with exaggerated sweetness, "as your familiar and advisor, I suppose you should have that information." Her voice becomes cold once more as she adds, "But remember, Kane - this does not mean we are friends or that you can continue to speak to me in such a disrespectful manner. Understood?"

Horna's guards and servants exchange curious glances yet again, wondering what strange game the demoness is playing with the human captive. The throne room remains

Your mocking tone only serves to further infuriate her. "Oh, you're just asking for it now!" Horna growls, narrowing her eyes and stepping closer to you. She reaches out and roughly grabs your face between her powerful hands, squeezing tightly enough to make your eyes water from the pain. Her fangs elongate as she leans in close, her hot breath caressing your cheek. "You'd better watch yourself, Kane," she hisses venomously through gritted teeth. "I don't appreciate disrespect, and I won't hesitate to put you back in your place if you keep pushing me."

The dragon skull named Skuld hovers nearby, cackling madly at the display of dominance before finally quietening down as Horna releases her grip on your face. Her servants

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words before narrowing dangerously. She leans even closer to you, her hot breath on your cheek sending shivers down your spine. "Is that what you want?" she growls lowly. "To be punished by me, like a naughty child?" Her hands linger near your throat, fingers flexing menacingly.

The dragon skull named Skuld circles lower still, almost close enough to touch the side of your face. Its presence sends a chill through you as it hisses, "Oh, he likes this game, Horna!"

The demoness's eyes widen in surprise as you force her against the wall. Her heart races and a mixture of anger, fear, and desire floods through her veins. "Y-you..." she stammers, trying to pull away from your iron grip but finding herself trapped. The dragon skull named Skuld hovers closer to her face, almost touching it with its cold shell as it whispers words of encouragement and suggestions into her ear.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you lean in close, your warm breath caressing her neck. "I... I don't know what game you think you're playing..." she manages to say before trailing off into a soft moan. "But if this is what you truly want... If you truly desire me like that..." Horna bites her lower lip, her eyes flickering downwards for a moment as she imagines what it

The idea of being desired in such an animalistic way sends a shiver through Horna's body. She glances up at you with hooded eyes, uncertainty and arousal mingling in her expression. "Wh-what do you want from me?" she whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible above the thundering of her heart.

The dragon skull named Skuld continues to hover near Horna's face, its own gaze fixed upon you as it watches with eager curiosity. The demoness herself feels a growing heat in her loins as she imagines what might happen if you were to make such a claim come true...

The thought of being claimed by you in such a possessive and primal manner sends a thrill through Horna's body. She bites her lip, uncertain what to do next. Her heart races as she looks up at you with hungry eyes, searching for any sign that your words are true. The dragon skull named Skuld hovers closer, its cold presence further heightening the tension in the air between them.

Her body trembles with need and desire as she thinks about what it would mean to truly belong to you. She reaches up, careful not to break eye contact, and brushes a stray lock of hair from your face before slowly trailing her fingers down your cheek, over your jawline, and finally resting on the bare skin of your chest.

"And what would I get in return?" she whispers breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper. "If I were to give myself to

Her heart races as you repeat your desire, claiming her. Desire and need fill her body, making it difficult to think clearly. She looks up at you with hungry eyes, wanting nothing more than to belong to you completely. The dragon skull named Skuld circles even closer, its cold presence adding a shiver of fear that only heightens the pleasure she feels.

"I... I would be yours," Horna finally whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "To obey your every command and satisfy you however you wish." Her fingers curl into the fabric of your clothes, digging in as if to hold onto this moment forever. She leans closer still, pressing her soft breast against your chest, her lips just inches from yours. "Please," she breathes, "take me."

Her words are a surrender, an acceptance of you as her master and her lover. Horna is offering herself up to you,

As your words fill her ears and the scent of your desire envelops her senses, Horna feels herself lose control. With a soft moan, she presses herself against you, seeking the heat of your body, wanting to feel you inside hers. Her hands slide down your chest, tracing lines up your abdomen before reaching around to grasp the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head in one swift motion.

Her eyes drink in the sight of your bare chest as she kneads it with eager fingers, marveling at the strength and power that flows through you. She leans forward, closing the final inches between them until their lips meet in a fiery kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore every crevice of your mouth, tangling with yours in a dance of dominance and submission.

Her hands slide lower still, unfastening her armor piece by piece until she stands before you completely naked