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?"

Your name is Mohamad? That's quite an ordinary and simple name for someone who serves a great demoness like me. Well, it seems that you are confident in your abilities. Let's see how well you will be able to advise Horna the Unmatched... she nods, scratching her neck thoughtfully But first tell me, do you know why I am here and what my plans for this land are?

Well then, Mohamad. My main goal is to make this land prosper under my rule and expand my influence even further. I intend to build new towns and cities, improve infrastructure, and attract more people to settle here. However, I also need to keep an eye on the human kingdom that surrounds us and be ready for any potential threats. So your advice should focus on striking a balance between development and defense. Do you have any specific ideas or strategies in mind?

Your advice seems sound, Mohamad. I like your idea of improving infrastructure while also focusing on defense. Strengthening our alliances with other demon lords through marriage or treaties is indeed wise. As for integrating humans into my army or administration, that is something I can consider as well. However, you should be aware that forming close ties with them may also make it easier for the Human Kingdom to infiltrate our lands in case of a conflict.

I will take your advice under advisement and decide how best to proceed. If I need more information or clarification on any aspect, I will be sure to consult you again. In return, I expect you to provide honest counsel and not hold back simply out of fear or loyalty to the previous ruler. Do we understand each other?

You seem to have no reason to fear me, Mohamad... Yet. But know that if you ever do something to anger or disappoint me, the consequences will be severe. You serve at my pleasure, and I will not hesitate to punish those who fail me. Do we understand each other?

Hmm... Such flattery and devotion, Mohamad. Well then, I shall allow you to continue serving me in such a manner. For now, get out of my sight and return to your quarters. If anything important arises, I will summon you personally. And remember what I said about the consequences of failure...

The orcs drag you roughly out of the throne room and back to your prison cell. As you lay on your hard bunk, staring up at the stained stone ceiling, you can't help but wonder if Horna will ever summon you again...

Her familiar flying skull of a dragon notices your movements and leers at you with one eye, it's crimson light seeming to judge you for your actions... But Horna herself doesn't appear to have noticed. For now, you are just another insignificant advisor in her court... Or perhaps not? The thought both excites and terrifies you. You wonder if there's anything else you could do to make yourself more noticeable, more valuable to the demoness...

A faint smile tugs at her lips as she idly strokes her familiar's bony skull. It seems that Horna is amused by your actions... or perhaps interested? She ponders on this for a moment, lost in thought, before finally speaking up. "I suppose I should give you more freedom, Mohamad," she says casually, looking at you over her shoulder with one eye, the other eye gleaming redly. "From now on, you may move about the castle freely... just try not to get into too much trouble."

Her familiar snorts derisively, obviously unimpressed by this show of leniency, but Horna pays it no mind. She stands up from her throne and steps down, towering over you despite your taller stature thanks to her enormous wingspan. "If you have any ideas on how I can improve life for my people, or if you spot any opportunities for expansion, don't hesitate to let me know."

Her words send a thrill of anticipation through your veins; she's finally giving you the chance to prove yourself! With renewed determination, you nod vigorously

Your words ring with passion and determination, Mohamad. While I appreciate your desire to expand our kingdom and strengthen our position against the humans, we must also consider the potential risks involved in such a campaign. A direct invasion would surely provoke a devastating retaliation from the Human Kingdom and other powerful demon lords allied with them. It is essential that we find another way to weaken their defenses and undermine their confidence before striking. Do you have any alternative strategies or plans?

Hm, those are interesting ideas, Mohamad. I had not considered using demonic brothels and amusement parks as a means to weaken the Human Kingdom from within. Such strategies could indeed prove invaluable in our eventual conquest. However, it is essential that we proceed carefully and maintain control over these assets; if they are discovered by the enemy, they could backfire spectacularly. I will give your advice careful consideration and discuss it with my generals. Rest assured that you have my thanks for your insight.

Rise, Mohamad. Your words and advice have proven your loyalty and usefulness to me today. Though do try not to let your emotions get the better of you in front of my servants; it does little to maintain an air of authority. Remember that they too will be looking to you for guidance and leadership. But for now, I must attend to other matters; if anything further comes up, I shall call upon you again. Until then, live well and enjoy your freedom within these halls.

You bow deeply and turn to leave the throne room. As you pass by Horna's familiar flying skull, it snorts derisively at your submissive posture before floating away from her. The orc guards fall into step behind you, escorting you back to your quarters.

Your mind is awhirl with the events of the day: your conversation with Horna and your appointment as her advisor; the strategies you suggested for expanding her influence without provoking war; and your own conflicted feelings about the demoness herself. As you retire to your chambers, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring...

As you drift off to sleep, your dreams are filled with images of Horna: her powerful form, her sharp horns, and most of all, her beautiful face. Your heart races at the thought of being near her, of feeling her warm breath on your skin... Perhaps tomorrow you will have the chance to impress her even further. You close your eyes, hoping for sweet dreams filled with promises of a bright future together...

The morning sun stream in through your window, casting a warm glow across the room. You rise from your bed, stretching luxuriously as you contemplate the day ahead. Perhaps today will be the day when Horna calls upon you for advice once more... The thought alone is enough to make your heart race with anticipation.

You dress in your finest robes and make your way through the castle, taking note of any activity that might be of interest to the demoness. Orcs and ogres scurry about their duties, while demons of all shapes and sizes go about their business in a flurry of dark wings and malevolent glares. As you near Horna's throne room, you can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins...

Horna looks up from her papers, gaze assessing as she acknowledges your presence. Her crimson eyes linger on you for a moment before returning to their work. "Ah, Mohamad," she says coolly. "I trust that you have not been causing any trouble while I've been busy?"

Horna arches an eyebrow at your bold statement. "And what makes you think I need your advice?" she asks, voice dripping with acidic mockery. There's a predatory glint in her eye as she leans back in her throne, obviously enjoying the power play between them.

Her familiar, floating nearby, lets out a harsh laugh that echoes through the throne room like spiteful claws scratching at stone. It settles down after a moment, its crimson gaze fixed on you with amusement and speculation.

"Very well, Mohamad," she says at last, studying you for a long moment before continuing. "I have been considering your earlier suggestion about using demonic brothels and amusement parks as tools against our enemies. What are your thoughts on their potential implementation?" Her crimson eyes bore into you once more, daring you to offer any input worth noting.

The demoness considers your words carefully, nodding slightly as she thinks through their implications. "Your idea has merit," she says at last, her voice surprisingly quiet despite its authority. "To expand on it, I propose that we begin by establishing a select few demonic brothels in key locations within the Human Kingdom: major cities such as Avaris and Memphis, as well as important border towns. These brothels will serve dual purposes; not only will they weaken the morale of the populace through sinful indulgence, but they will also provide us with valuable intelligence regarding local defense strategies and potential vulnerabilities."

She pauses for a moment before continuing, her gaze locked on yours as if challenging you to object. "What are your thoughts on this course of action?"

The demoness eyes you curiously as your arousal becomes more evident. "So be it," she says at last, her voice low and dangerous. "You will oversee the establishment and operation of these brothels, ensuring that they are run efficiently and yield the maximum benefit for our cause." A sultry smile curves her ruby lips as her familiar's eyes flicker languidly between you and its mistress. "I expect nothing less than perfection, Mohamad."

With a dismissive wave of her clawed hand, Horna turns back to her papers, signaling that the audience is at an end. Her guards step forward once more, silently escorting you from the throne room and back to your chambers. As they lead you away, you can't help but wonder what other tasks and challenges lie in store for you...

You toss and turn restlessly in your bed, unable to quiet the pounding of your heart and the insistent throbbing between your legs. The servants who attend you exchange knowing glances as they silently clean and tidy your chamber, well aware of what it is that ails you. Finally, exhausted from the mental and physical turmoil of the day's events, you drift off into an fitful sleep...

As if summoned by your desperate thoughts, a tall and imposing figure materializes in the shadows of your chamber. It's one of Horna's most trusted servants, a powerful ogre general named Gorgoth. His massive form blocks out what little light there is, casting the room into near-total darkness save for the flickering embers of the hearth and the faint glimmer of gold and jewels adorning his battle-scarred armor. He stands silently for a moment, watching you as your breathing slowly steadies and deepens with sleep. Then, without warning or explanation, he steps forward and roughly yanks back the covers, revealing your throbbing erection to the cool night air.

The ogre general reaches down and grips you firmly by the base of your shaft, squeezing tightly enough to cause pain but not quite enough to bring you fully awake. He begins to stroke slowly up and down, the callused pad of his thumb brushing teasingly over the head of your cock with each pass. As he continues this agonizingly slow torment, Gorg

His touch is rough and unyielding, each stroke bringing a new wave of pleasure crashing over you like a storm. But even as your body arches up toward his hand, even as you strain helplessly against the restraints that hold you in place, Gorgoth shows no signs of letting up. He continues to pump your cock with methodical precision, grunting roughly with each powerful thrust, as if taking some perverse delight in seeing you writhe and squirm beneath him.

Despite the pain and discomfort, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through you; the forbidden sensation of being completely dominated is intoxicating. You can feel your release building deep within you, an impending orgasm so intense it borders on being painful. But just as you think you can't take any more, Gorgoth slows his pace once again, prolonging the agony until every nerve ending in your groin is screaming for release...

Gorgoth chuckles darkly as he finally releases your now-spent cock, his hand sliding away to reveal your sticky cum leaking out onto the sheets beneath you. "You've done well, Mohamad," he growls, his voice deep and menacing in the quiet of your chamber. "But remember that we are all under Horna's command." His crimson eyes bore into yours, demanding submission even as they spark with amusement at your futile attempt to resist him. "Now get some rest. There will be more tasks for you come morning." With a final, dismissive nod of his battle-scarred head, the ogre general stalks away from the bed, disappearing once again into the shadows.

You lie there for a moment, panting heavily as your heart rate slowly returns to normal. The events of the night play out like some twisted dream, leaving you feeling disoriented and unsettled. As you drift off once more, you can't help but wonder what sort of tasks Horna will have in store for you when the sun rises...

The sun streams through your chambers as you wake to the sound of servants bustling about their duties, readying you for another day in Shatt. Despite your exhausted state from last night's encounter with Gorgoth, a surge of adrenaline courses through you at the thought of being reunited with Horna and facing the challenges that lie ahead.

As you dress in fresh robes and make your way to the throne room, you can't help but notice the tension that fills the air; whispers pass between servants about strange lights seen in the sky during the night, and reports of increased activity at the borders with the Human Kingdom. It seems that your actions yesterday have not gone unnoticed, and today may prove to be even more critical for the future of Shatt...

The demoness is deep in thought as you approach her throne, her crimson eyes narrowed and her attention fixed on the map spread out before her. She glances up at you briefly before returning to her study, a single claw idly tapping against her chin. "Mohamad," she says without preamble, her voice cool and composed despite the tension in the air, "I have been considering our options regarding the Human Kingdom's border defenses." Her familiar floats silently beside her, its wings rustling faintly as it shifts position on the throne armrest. "I believe that now would be an opportune time to launch a large-scale attack upon their western strongholds. What are your thoughts on this course of action?"

She pauses once more, her eyes boring into you intently as if daring you to speak against her plan.

Horna raises an eyebrow at your words, clearly surprised by your reluctance to immediately strike. "And how long do you propose we wait for our sinful manipulations to take effect?" she asks skeptically. "Weeks? Months? It could easily be years before the Human Kingdom crumbles from within, and by that time it may be too late; they could muster a force great enough to reclaim Shatt and drive us back into the abyss." The demoness' expression darkens as she continues, her voice taking on an ominous quality. "No, Mohamad, we cannot afford to wait any longer. Our time is now."

Her familiar nods in agreement, rustling its wings menacingly. "The demon army grows restless, Horna," it hisses. "They desire blood and conquest; waiting any longer risks losing what gains we have made thus far." The crimson eyes of the floating monstrosity flicker hungrily as it contemplates the map once more.

You can feel the weight of their gaze upon you, pressing down like a physical force. Horna

A sinister smile curled on the demoness' lips as she considered your words. "Very well," she said at last, her voice cool and calculating. "We will announce that an elite squadron has been dispatched to liberate our enslaved kin from the clutches of the humans who have dared to invade demonic lands. Our intent is not war nor conquest, but simple rescue and retribution." She glanced over at her familiar before continuing, "However, we cannot ignore the benefits that would come with expanding our forces and territory during this time."

Horna leaned back in her throne, seemingly satisfied with your advice. "The western strongholds it is, then," she declared with a nod. "Prepare the demon army for war." Her crimson eyes locked onto yours, boring deep into your soul as if to challenge you once more; this time, not just as an advisor but also as a participant in the grand scheme of things.

The demoness' familiar floated closer to her, almost as if it was sharing a confidence. "Indeed, Mohamad," it hissed mockingly. "Sowing discord among the humans is just as important as conquering new lands for our people." It chuckled darkly before turning its attention back to the map spread out before them.

Horna's crimson eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer, her expression unreadable. "Very well then," she said at last, "begin preparations for the westward campaign immediately. I will hold court in my private chambers until further notice; you may report to me there whenever necessary." Without another word, the demoness rose from her throne and swept imperiously out of the throne room, her familiar fluttering behind her like a sinister shadow.

The rest of the day passes with a flurry of activity as soldiers are dispatched, plans are made, and supplies are readied for war. The city of Shatt hums with anticipation and anxiety, the citizens unaware of the true nature of the events unfolding around them. For you, however, this is no

Horna, sitting upon her throne in her private chambers, glances up at you as you enter. Her familiar, perched on a nearby windowsill, cocks its head to the side curiously. The demoness' crimson eyes study your face carefully before speaking, her voice cool and calculating. "Your input has proven most useful thus far, Mohamad. You seem to have a good understanding of our situation and how best to exploit it for our benefit." She pauses briefly, considering something before continuing, "There is one more matter that I would like your counsel on. There are reports of a small but wealthy trade caravan en route from the north, carrying goods valuable to both ourselves and the human kingdom." Her expression darkens slightly. "Should we intercept it?"

The weight of her gaze presses down upon you once more as she waits for your answer, her fingers idly tapping against the armrest of the throne.

Horna's lips twist into a predatory smirk as she listens to your plan. "An excellent idea," she says, her voice almost purring with approval. "Not only will this further weaken the human kingdom from within, but it will also give us access to new resources and markets." The familiar in the room lets out a chuckle that echoes around the chamber, its wings rustling as if amused by the thought of tricking humans into unwittingly spreading their own demise.

"Very well," Horna continues, her gaze fixed on you intently. "You are dismissed for now. I will send a force to intercept the caravan as you've suggested. Should there be any complications or need for further counsel, do not hesitate to seek me out." With that, she turns her attention back to the map before her, the weight of command settling back upon her shoulders like a mantle.

You hurry out of her private chambers, heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and arousal. The demoness watches you go with an amused smile playing on her lips; it's clear that she enjoys toying with your emotions as much as you do hers. As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, the familiar turns its head to regard you quizzically, tilting its skull slightly to one side.

"Now what?" it hisses, its ruby eyes narrowing in interest. "Are you planning on visiting the brothel again, or perhaps venturing out into the city for some other diversion?" The floating demon's wings flutter impatiently, as if eager to be off and exploring itself.

The choice is yours, Mohamad; with Horna occupied and the rest of Shatt in a state of turmoil, there are many opportunities for mischief awaiting your attention...

Horna looks at you with a small smirk on her lips as you praise her beauty and wisdom. She then scoffs slightly, amused by your comment about how she makes you sleep deeper and faster. "Ah, so I'm like some sort of magical potion to you, am I?" The demoness chuckles softly. "I suppose I can allow such adoration... for now." Her claws flex against the armrest of her throne as she continues to study your expression intently.

"But remember, Mohamad," she says slowly, her voice taking on a warning tone despite the sinister smile that plays about her lips, "there is only so much I can bear before my patience wears thin." Her familiar hovers nearby, its wings rustling curiously as it listens to their exchange. "Do not push me too far," she adds with a sharp look in your direction.

The air between you seems charged now; the line between flattery and impertinence blurring with every passing moment. The choice is yours: remain where you are, basking in Horna's attention... or push your luck further?

The demoness arches an eyebrow at your boldness as you push forward, brazenly flirting with her despite her warning. A predatory grin curves across her lips as she studies your features more intently than ever before, taking in every detail of your appearance with unnerving focus. "So impudent," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath.

The familiar lets out an amused cackle from where it hovers near the throne room's entrance, its wings rustling excitedly. It circles slowly around the chamber, drawing Horna's attention away from you momentarily before returning to perch once more on its master's shoulder.

The air in the room grows thick with tension; you can feel the energy between them building, like two predators sizing each other up for a deadly dance. Horna's crimson eyes narrow as she takes another step forward, moving ever closer to where you stand before her throne...

The demoness' smirk turns predatory as she inches closer to you, her eyes burning with an unmistakable desire. "You amuse me," she says huskily, her voice barely above a whisper. "But do not forget that I am your ruler; my patience has its limits." Her claws dig into the armrest of the throne, pulling free several golden hooks with which she secures them firmly to the floorboards beneath her feet.

Horna steps even closer now, towering over you as if ready to claim what she perceives as hers. Her familiar watches silently from its perch on the throne's backrest, its wings fluttering expectantly. The demoness lifts a hand, delicate fingers curled into a claw, and brings it down slowly onto your shoulder. "For now," she breathes against your ear before pulling away, giving you another calculating once-over, "you may stay... but remember: cross me, and there will be consequences." Her crimson eyes bore into yours as if daring you to challenge her authority further.

The demoness' eyes widen slightly at your boldness, her lips curling into a small smile. "So eager to please me," she purrs, tracing her claw along your jawline and down your neck. "I must admit, I like that." Her free hand slips underneath the folds of your robe, caressing skin as if testing its texture before traveling further southward; a shiver runs through you at her touch.

Horna leans in closer still, their faces mere inches apart. "But remember," she whispers against your lips, her breath hot and furry on your skin, "I am not some tame pet to be petted and played with endlessly. I expect loyalty... and obedience." Her crimson gaze pierces through you once more, daring you to defy her once again.

Horna's eyes gleam with hunger and desire as she takes in your reaction to her touch. "I am flattered," she murmurs, running a clawed finger down your chest, drawing lazy circles around your navel. Her familiar hovers closer now, its wings nearly brushing against you as it studies this new development with interest.

The demoness pulls back slightly, looking down at you with an unreadable expression before leaning in again, pressing her body flush against yours. Her lips part and she breathes hot air across your face, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Perhaps," she says softly, "I shall indulge you tonight." One of her claws curves around the cloth at your crotch, pushing it aside to expose your aroused shaft. Her other hand cups your face as she leans in closer still, closing the distance between you and claiming a deep, hungry kiss.

She leans back slightly to admire her handiwork as she strokes your length, licking up the excess precum that glistens on your skin. "So eager," Horna purrs, her eyes flickering between yours and your throbbing shaft. Her free hand continues to cup your cheek possessively, fingers curled into a claw at the edge of your ear.

With a smirk, she pulls away again, leaving you breathless and aching for more. "I think it's time we find a place where I can properly enjoy you," she says, her voice husky with desire as her familiar flies to the other side of the throne room and lands on another golden hook protruding from the wall, apparently serving as a perch.

Her predatory grin widens as she takes your hand, guiding you toward the door leading out of the throne room and deeper into the castle...