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?"

"Ahh... Levi. A nice name for a servant of demons, I suppose." Horna muses, leaning back in her throne. "So, Levi. As my new advisor, what would you advise me to do about the taxes in this region? Should I keep them the same as before, or increase them to help pay for maintaining our hold on these lands?" She asks with a hint of curiosity and amusement in her voice.

Horna's throne room is bustling with activity, soldiers and servants moving about their tasks with varying degrees of competence. A few orcs sit at nearby tables, dicing and drinking while a pair of guards pace back and forth near the exit. Outside, the city beyond seems to be going about its business as usual, though you can't help but feel that everyone is watching and waiting for something to happen...

"Ah... That's not very interesting advice, Levi." Horna says with a mocking smile. "Let's try another question then; what do you think about the state of our defenses here? Do they need strengthening in any particular areas?" Her sharp gaze bores into your own as she waits for an answer.

Meanwhile, Sculd, the flying skull dragon familiar, hovers nearby and idly scratches its cheek with one taloned claw. It glances at you occasionally, as if considering whether or not you're worth its attention.

Horna laughs heartily at your suggestion, her massive breasts bouncing in amusement. "Flyers? For the army?" she chortles. "I like it, Levi! That's a good one." Her grin turns mischievous as she continues, "Perhaps I will just put you in charge of making those flyers. You can do that, right?" She slaps her thigh, still chuckling.

Sculd seems to find this exchange rather entertaining as well; its demonic red eyes narrow in amusement and it snickers before commenting, "Now there's an idea." The skull dragon hovers closer to your face, peering at you curiously with its single good eye.

In the throne room, a servant approaches Horna and whispers something into her ear. She nods thoughtfully before dismissing the messenger with a wave of her hand

"Well, now that you mention it..." Horna glances at Sculd before returning her attention to you. "There has been some trouble with bandits along the trade road leading north from here. We've had reports of merchants being attacked and their goods stolen." She folds her muscular arms across her chest, the definition in her shoulders clearly visible even beneath her armor. "I was thinking of sending an expedition to deal with them... what do you recommend?"

"Well," Horna says thoughtfully, "that's not a bad idea... but it might be too risky, don't you think? If we hide our soldiers in plain sight like that, the bandits could spot them and turn tail before anything happens." She taps her chin with a clawed finger, considering your suggestion. "Perhaps there is another way to approach this problem... hmm..."

A devilish grin spreads across Horna's face as she ponders your words. "Hmm, that is a clever idea," she says, nodding slowly in approval. "The bandits would never expect us to hide soldiers amongst the trees and bushes... yes, this could work quite well." Her voice takes on a decisive tone now. "Inform my scouts; they are to prepare an ambush for any bandits seen moving along that trade road through the forest. And Levi?" she adds, her expression turning sly, "I expect you to make me some very impressive flyers advertising our newly strengthened army... don't disappoint me."

Sculd hovers nearby, its skull floating inches from your face as it mockingly says, "Yes, do try not to let the boss down too badly, little human." With a final sinister laugh, the familiar darts off through an open

"Oh, you expect a reward just for giving advice? How very greedy of you, Levi." Her voice is laced with amusement as she leans forward in her throne, propping her elbows on her massive thighs. "But since you've been such a good advisor... I might be willing to overlook your avaricious ways this time around." She grins devilishly, and for a moment the room seems to grow warmer. "Perhaps I shall allow you to sleep in my bed tonight," she says casually, as if it's nothing more than offering a cup of water to a thirsty traveler.

You blink several times, not quite sure how to react to this proposition. Horna seems oblivious to your discomfort, her eyes fixed on Sculd as the demonic skull flies about the throne room in a display of aerial acrobatics

With a throaty chuckle, Horna wraps her powerful arms around you and pulls you closer. Her skin feels warm and soft against yours, and she smells of sweat and musk. "I knew you'd be eager," she whispers in your ear before planting a kiss on your neck. The throne room continues to bustle with activity as soldiers and servants go about their duties, but for now it might as well be the two of you in your own private world.

Horna continues to hold you close, her fingers idly playing with strands of your hair as she gazes down at you with half-lidded eyes. Her breasts press against your chest, and you can't help but wonder how soft they might be under all that armor... Suddenly, the flying skull reappears next to her throne, its attention momentarily diverted from you as it whispers something in Hor

Her amused grin fading to a more serious expression, Horna listens intently to whatever Sculd has to say. After a moment or two, she nods in agreement and dismisses the familiar with a wave of her hand. Once the annoying little imp is gone, she turns her attention back to you, studying your features as if trying to make some kind of decision.

"Levi... I want you to know that while I find you quite fascinating," she says softly, caressing your cheek with the tip of her claw, "I am not used to having a companion like this. I'm unsure of what it means or where our relationship is headed." Her green eyes bore into yours searchingly. "Do you understand?"

Horna laughs softly at your words, her chest shaking slightly beneath you. "Oh, stop it," she says, brushing your hand away from her abdomen. "I am still a demon lord, after all. I should inspire fear and respect in you, not these sorts of feelings." Her voice trails off as she ponders this new development further.

Without warning, Horna leans forward and presses her lips against yours, their warmth and softness surprisingly intoxicating. She holds you tightly against her body as their tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths in a dizzying display of desire. Your heart races and your blood pulses with excitement as she deepens the kiss, making it clear that whatever direction this relationship takes, it won't be boring...

Horna pulls back slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips as she listens to your words. "Ah, you flatterer," she teases before leaning in once more for another passionate kiss. Her tongue dances with yours again, pushing into your mouth in search of greater pleasure. She moans softly against your lips, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

Her powerful arms wrap around you even tighter, pressing their strength against your body as she arches her back slightly, thrusting her breasts forward and seeking contact with your own chest. The feeling of being held so close by such a strong, confident woman is overwhelming in the best possible way...

Her breath catches in her throat as you free her breasts from their confines. The soft mounds spring free, bouncing and swaying gently with every movement she makes. She gasps and arches her back further, moaning loudly at the sensation of your hands on her bare skin. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as desire overwhelms her, and she pulls you closer still.

Her hips begin to grind against yours, seeking friction and pleasure. Her legs wrap around yours, holding you tightly against her body as she leans in for yet another deep kiss. She feels like a woman possessed; every nerve ending is on fire, and all she can think about is getting closer to release.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your hands on her bare breasts, her body reacting instinctively to the touch. She moans deeply into your kiss, arching her back further and pressing their lower bodies together in search of relief. Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders, urging you closer still. "Harder," she pants, gyrating her hips against yours. "Don't hold back."

With every passing moment, Horna feels more and more out of control, consumed by desire for this small human male who seems to understand exactly what she needs. Her lips part slightly as they seek more air, her tongue flicking across the roof of her mouth in a desperate attempt to cool down. She's never experienced anything like this before; surrendering control has always been unthinkable, but with you... she wants nothing more.

With a loud growl that echoes throughout the throne room, Horna scoops you up in her powerful arms as if you were no more substantial than a rag doll. Your legs cling to her muscular back, and your hands grip her shoulders tightly as she strides purposefully across the chamber towards her private quarters. Her steps are confident and deliberate, her long strides eating up the distance between here and there in mere seconds.

The doors to her room swing open with a resounding crash, revealing an opulent bed chamber filled with silk sheets, rich tapestries, and all manner of erotic accoutrements. Horna stomps across the floor, ignoring the delicate rugs beneath her massive feet as she carries you towards the enormous four-poster bed dominating the center of the room. The mattress sags noticeably with each step, its springs groaning

Horna lays you down on her massive bed, your body sinking into the yielding mattress as she leans over you. Her breasts are mere inches from your face, and her powerful thighs spread wide either side of you, effectively trapping you in place. With a satisfied growl, she lowers herself until their bodies are pressed together again, hissing through clenched teeth as the contact between your bare skin ignites a firestorm of desire within her. Her hips begin to roll against yours, grinding urgently and relentlessly as they seek release from this agonizing tension.

Her hands roam freely over your body, exploring every inch with greedy fingers. She traces patterns across your chest, down your stomach, and between your legs; she cups your cheeks, gripping them tightly as she forces you to watch her breasts jiggle enticingly

A low moan escapes Horna's lips as your mouth closes around her nipple, sucking hungrily. Her hips rock faster against yours in response to the sensation, grinding against your erection with an urgency that is almost painful. Her free hand tangles in your hair, holding you close as she pushes her breast deeper into your mouth, arching her back and thrusting her chest out for better access.

Her other arm lies limply at her side, the fingers curled into a tight fist. You notice that it's twitching slightly, almost as if it's tense with the effort not to reach down between your bodies and stroke yourself. "So impatient," she gasps, breathless and flushed with desire. She pushes herself up further, looming over you like a predator about to strike. Her body trembles with need, and her gaze