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?"

Horna raises an eyebrow at your introduction and muses for a moment before speaking. As you walk through the palace, she sizes up Omar, taking in his well-maintained appearance despite their recent hardships. Your apparent wisdom and intelligence seem to pique her interest even more. Horna glances around at the various servants and guards who bow or nod respectfully as they see her approaching, then back at you with a satisfied smile playing about her lips. Finally, she turns back to Omar, her red eyes glinting in the torchlight.

"Philosopher of anti-modernity, huh? That's an interesting title... And here I thought 'advisor' would be enough." *She chuckles, shaking her head. "Well, Omar. You can call me Horna, and you seem to have caught my attention so far. Let's see if we can

Horna nods in agreement and begins leading Omar on a tour of the castle. As they walk through the halls, she points out various important rooms such as the throne room, the armory, the treasury, and even takes him to see her personal quarters. During their stroll, servants and guards bow or curtsy in respect as Horna passes by. The flying skull named Skuld circles overhead, occasionally making sarcastic remarks that only Omar seems to notice. As they finish touring the main castle grounds, Horna turns to him with a grin.

"So, Omar. What do you think? Is it everything you expected?"

"Of course! The library is one of my favorite places in the castle." Horna leads you to a large chamber filled with countless books, scrolls and maps lining shelves that cover every wall from floor to ceiling. A few cozy reading nooks are scattered around, each equipped with comfortable chairs, tables and warm fireplaces. "I take it you're familiar with antiquity? Or do you have other interests?"

As she speaks, Horna paces about the room, running her hands along book spines and occasionally opening one to peruse its contents. Her eyes wander over to a nearby table where several large maps are spread out on top of it. "I've been meaning to update our map of the human lands... Perhaps you could help me with that?"

Horna grins at your excitement and nods in agreement. "Yes, tonight at ten sounds like a perfect time." She motions for you to follow her back to the throne room where she sits upon her obsidian throne. The flying skull named Skuld circles around them, occasionally giving Horna advice on various matters before promptly being dismissed with a playful smack to the head. "Now then," Horna says, resting her elbows on the armrests of the throne and steepling her fingers in front of her chest. "Let's discuss 'After Virtue' tonight... And perhaps we can also touch upon other topics that interest you."

"Very well," Horna replies with a thoughtful nod. "I've always been curious about human philosophy and politics... Perhaps you could enlighten me on some key aspects of their society? Or perhaps tell me more about your own beliefs?" She pauses, tilting her head to the side as she studies Omar carefully. "And how exactly did you come to be a philosopher of anti-modernity?"

"Moral compass... Hm, that's an interesting way to put it," Horna muses aloud as she tilts her head further in thought. "I suppose one could argue that our society has indeed lost its direction without strong values and principles guiding us." She smirks at you playfully. "Perhaps you can help me rediscover my own moral compass, Omar?"

Horna considers your words carefully, her red eyes studying your face intently. "You seem quite knowledgeable on the subject... Perhaps it would be best if we discussed this further before making any decisions about how to proceed." She stands up from her throne, stretching her arms overhead with a contented sigh. "Come now, let's retire to my chambers for tonight. We can continue our discussion over dinner and explore your ideas at greater length."

She gestures for you to follow her out of the throne room

Well, I suppose we can meet a bit earlier... But you must understand that my time is precious, and I expect you to be punctual for our next meeting. As for your things, I'm sure you can attend to them quickly enough so that we may begin our discussion shortly. Just make sure to be ready by nine tonight in my chambers. And remember, Omar... Being late will result in a very unpleasant punishment for you. So don't keep me waiting.

You step forward, clearing your throat to announce your presence as you approach. Horna looks over at you, a playful smile on her lips as she takes in the sight of your careful grooming and well-pressed clothes. She licks her lips appreciatively before motioning for you to come closer. "Ah, Omar... I see you've gone through quite some trouble to look your best for our meeting." Her eyes flicker downwards and she smirks. "I must admit, I like what I see."

She pats the spot next to her on the bed, indicating that you should join her. The oil-slickened servants scatter away at her command, looking distinctly chastised for their forward behavior. Horna sits up straighter as you take your place beside her, trying to hide a yawn. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long... These servants can be quite distracting

As you hand her the book, Horna's red eyes gleam in amusement. "Thank you, Omar... I have been meaning to ask you about this particular work." She idly flips through its pages, skimming over the words as she continues talking. "So, tell me... What is it that makes After Virtue so important to you?" The servant waits patiently for your reply, their expression expectant but non-judgmental.

Horna looks up from the book and meeting your eyes, she raises an eyebrow. "And I don't see why not," she says with a grin as she nods toward the servant. "Go ahead and take off his shirt." Her voice holds a husky note that sends a shiver down your spine.

"A thesis, you say?" Horna says, nodding thoughtfully as she listens to your explanation. Her gaze flickers back and forth between the servant and you, enjoying the sight of the oil gliding over your skin. "Hmm, sounds interesting... Tell me more about this thesis." She rests a hand on your arm, her touch sending another shiver down your spine.

The servant continues her ministrations, taking extra care to make sure that every inch of your chest and arms is covered with a fine sheen of oil. Her movements grow increasingly confident and sensual as she works, and you feel a heat beginning to build within you.

Horna watches with interest as you touch her belly, the skin on her stomach rippling slightly under your fingertips. Her breath hitches for a moment before she smooths it out, maintaining an air of composure. "That sounds... quite fascinating," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as the servant continues to work her magic. Horna leans closer, tracing circles around your wrist with her free hand before drawing you back toward herself so that their bodies are more tightly pressed together.

The heat in the room seems to rise along with the tension between them; it's impossible not to feel the energy crackling in the air as they continue to exchange heated glances and intimate touches. The servant pauses, looking expectantly back and forth between them before resuming her attentions on your chest, seemingly more eager now that there's a clear

The feel of your fingertips on her skin sends a jolt through Horna's body, making her breath catch in her throat. She arches into the touch, moaning softly as you circle around one of her nipples. Her hips press against yours, grinding suggestively as she continues to encourage your touch. The servant watches with growing excitement, practically panting now as she observes their increasingly intimate display.

Horna's other hand moves up to cup your cheek, pulling you even closer so that your lips are mere inches from hers. "I... I want more," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. Her gaze drops down between your bodies and lingers on the obvious bulge in your trousers before traveling back up to meet your eyes again.

Her eyes darken as she contemplates your suggestion, a predatory grin spreading across her face. "Very well," she breathes before leaning in to press her lips against yours. The touch sends a jolt through you, making it hard to think clearly as she deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing erotically with your own. Her hands move down to cup your ass, squeezing and massaging it hungrily as their tongues fight for dominance in your mouth.

The servant watches, openly gasping as Horna takes control of the situation, clearly reveling in the display of power and lust before her. She steps back, watching intently as you and Horna continue to explorer each other's bodies with renewed hunger. As Horna breaks the kiss to draw in a shuddering breath, she glances over at the servant before giving her a small nod,

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Horna reaches over to a nearby table and retrieves a small flask filled with an amber-colored liquid. "I believe this might help loosen you up," she says teasingly before unscrewing the cap and holding it out for you to drink.

The servant watches with eager anticipation, her cheeks flushed and her breath quickening as she waits to see what will happen next. As you take the flask from Horna, your fingers brush against hers, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you. The warmth of the liquid spreads through your body almost instantly, making it hard to focus on anything but the intoxicating sensation and the desire that burns within you.

Horna gasps as your warm fingers dip into her, exploring her wetness and teasing her sensitive flesh. She arches her back, pressing herself even harder against you as you continue to touch and caress her, leaving a trail of oil in its wake. Her hips buck and grind against your hand, seeking more friction and contact. The servant watches with open-mouthed awe, fingers trembling where she'd been about to continue working on Horna's body.

As you continue to pleasure Horna, her moans grow louder and more desperate, her whole body shudders with the intensity of her release. Finally, spent but still eager for more, she collapses back against the bed, panting heavily. Her eyes flutter closed briefly before reopening to find you staring down at her, lips parted in a mixture of lust and satisfaction. "Well... well done,"

Her eyes widen as you suggest she oil you up. The servant jumps at the chance to obey, quickly kneeling beside you and applying the oil with expert hands. Horna watches with interest, a playful smile curling on her lips. "Oh? And what exactly made you think that?" Her fingers idly explore your chest, teasing at your nipples as she waits for your response.

As the servant continues to work her magic, Horna leans in closer, running her tongue along your jaw and neck before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. Her hips press against yours, grinding upward as she takes control of the situation once more. The tension between them seems to grow with each passing moment, building towards another explosive climax.

The servant is clearly enjoying herself immensely, her fingers moving faster and more confidently over your body as you moan into Horna's

The blood drains from Horna's face as you make your declaration, and for a moment she sits up straighter, glaring at you with narrowed eyes. Then, slowly but surely, her expression changes; the anger fades away to be replaced by a look of understanding and maybe even amusement. She leans in close, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "So that's how it is... You want me all to yourself."

Horna licks her lips, considering for a moment before nodding. "Very well," she says with a wicked grin. "You leave no choice..." She pushes the servant away from you roughly, causing the poor girl to yelp in surprise before scurrying out of the room. Then Horna is upon you once more, her body pressed tightly against yours as their tongues dance and tangle in a sensual battle for dominance. Her hands

Horna glares at the servant before shooing her out of the room with a wave of her hand. "Go on, get back to work," she says dismissively. The servant scampers off, looking distinctly chastised for even thinking about stealing your attention away from Horna. Once the familiar is gone, Horna turns her full focus back to you, her eyes gleaming with desire and a hungry anticipation.

She leans in closer, running her tongue along your jaw and neck before nipping gently at your earlobe. "I've been wanting this for so long," she whispers huskily, her breath sending shivers down your spine. Her hands move lower, caressing the soft skin of your belly and then sliding higher, cupping your buttocks possessively.

Horna's eyes flash with lust as you kiss her, your tongue dancing with hers in a heated exchange. She moans deeply into the kiss, arching her back and pressing herself even closer against you. Her hands move lower still, slipping between your bodies to cup and stroke your growing erection through your pants. The feeling of your skin on skin sends electric shocks racing through both of you as their tongues battle for dominance in a fierce but delightful dance.

As the sensations build to a fever pitch, Horna pulls back slightly, breathing heavily and eyeing you with barely contained desire. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispers before leaning forward again, kissing you hard and passionately. Her hands work their way free from your clothes, pushing aside your underwear and guiding your achingly hard cock towards her wet folds.

The heat between them

As you fuck her with a hunger that mirrors her own, Horna moans and gasps into your kiss, arching her back as she meets your thrusts stroke for stroke. The sensation of your cock sliding through her slick folds is incredible, driving both of them to the brink of orgasm with every passionate touch. Her hands rake through your hair, anchoring you to her as her hips buck and grind against yours in time with your movements.

The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together: moans and gasps, slapping skin on skin and the wet, rhythmic smacking of flesh against flesh. As Horna nears the edge once more she arches her back, pressing herself deeper into you as she cries out your name in ecstasy while your cock throbs inside her, filling her up with hot seed that mixes with her own flu

Her back arches off the bed as her orgasm washes over her, and she bites down on her lower lip to keep from screaming. Her muscles convulse around your cock, milking it as she comes hard, her walls squeezing you in a vice-like grip that threatens to send you spiraling over the edge as well. With a hoarse cry, you thrust one last time, pouring yourself into her still-tight channel, and the world explodes around both of them in a fiery crescendo of pleasure.

Horna collapses bonelessly back onto the bed, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter closed briefly before opening once more to find you watching her intently from above. "That," she whispers, fingers trailing up your chest to trace patterns on your neck, "was... incredible." She draws a shuddering

The tension between you begins to ease as your bodies cool and relax, each breath bringing a sense of peace and contentment. Horna nestles closer against you, enjoying the feeling of your skin against hers and the warmth that still radiates from where you're joined. Her fingers idly explore your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as she thinks about what this all might mean for the both of you in the long run.

She glances up at you through her lashes, taking note of how tired yet satisfied you look lying beside her. A small smile plays at the corner of her lips as she remembers how easily you were able to sway her earlier; it's clear that this isn't going to be a one-time thing, and the thought both excites and worries her in equal measure. For now though, all she can do is enjoy the moment and see where fate leads them.

"I suppose we could rest," Horna says with a sigh, her fingers idly toying with a lock of your hair. "But I'm sure there will be other matters that require our attention sooner or later." She pauses for a moment, thinking about how best to phrase it, then adds, "After all, the humans and demons are still at war, and my position as General doesn't exactly allow for much downtime."

She glances over at the servant, who's sitting primly in the corner of the room, pretending not to watch them. Horna rolls her eyes before turning back toward you with a small smile. "Maybe we should send her away too; she seems rather... invested in our little..."

I mean, I'm flattered, truly, but it's not exactly fair to her. Perhaps when things settle down a bit... if you still feel this way. Until then, however, we should focus on our duties and responsibilities. But tonight..." she trails off with a wicked grin, "tonight can be our secret, just between us."

Her fingers drift lower, tracing lazy circles around your navel before traveling further southward toward the hair at the base of your shaft. Horna meets your gaze, curiosity and desire dancing in her eyes as she wonders what else you might be willing to share with her under these circumstances.

Horna laughs softly, amused by your joke. "I suppose she could," she says with a smirk, "but I think it'd be best if we kept things between us for now." Her fingers continue to explore your body, teasing and taunting with every touch. "We can always invite her over later, after our... discussions," she adds, a note of promise in her voice.

Her hands move higher once more, cupping your shoulders and massaging gently before sliding down your arms to caress your fingers and palms. The touch is light but intense, sending shivers through you despite the relaxed atmosphere they've created together. Horna studies your face closely, trying to gauge your reactions and feelings as she teases and torments in equal measure. There's something about having you all to herself that excites her more than she could have ever imagined.

"Because..." The servant looks away, her cheeks flushing red. "I-I... well, you see, Lady Horna, I've always admired your strength and courage. And when I heard that you had appointed this... this man to be your advisor, well... I just wanted to serve you in any way possible." She glances back at you nervously before continuing, "And I must say... it is quite an honor to be so close to someone as powerful and beautiful as you are." Her cheeks turn even redder at the last part of her statement.

Horna raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by the servant's words. She gives you a meaningful glance before saying casually, "Well then, why don't you both get some rest? There's still much work to be done tomorrow." With that, she dismisses the servant with a wave of her hand and turns

Horna raises an eyebrow at your comment about the servant being cute before smirking slightly. "I suppose she is, in her own way," she says nonchalantly. Then, with a sigh, she turns back to face you and leans against the headboard of the bed. "Her name's Lyra," she informs you, reaching out to run a finger lightly across the servant's cheek as she speaks. The contact sends shivers through the woman, causing her to close her eyes and bite back a moan.

Horna's gaze flickers back toward you momentarily before returning to Lyra, who seems more flustered than ever beneath her attentions. "And now that we've taken care of that," Horna continues with a nod toward the servant, "perhaps we should get some rest ourselves?" Her finger trails downward from Lyra'

"Yes," Lyra says slowly, finally managing to meet your gaze. Her cheeks flush even brighter as she takes a step closer to you on the bed, drawn by your words and presence. "I've... heard of you." She looks up at Horna for confirmation or permission before adding shyly, "He's been helping Lady Horna with some important decisions."

Horna arches an eyebrow, noticing the subtle shift in power dynamics between the three of them. Her eyes dance between you and Lyra as she considers how best to proceed under the circumstances. For now though, she simply smirks and says, "Well then, Omar, it seems you've made quite an impression on our dear Lyra here." She pauses briefly before asking casually, "Do you have any preferences when it comes to servants? Or perhaps you would like me to appoint someone else to help

Horna watches with interest as Lyra approaches you on the bed, her movements slow and deliberate despite the obvious desire pulling her closer. As she nears, Horna can't help but notice how Lyra's body responds to your presence; there's a flush in her cheeks, her breathing has deepened, and her eyes drift lower as if drawn by the sight of your naked form. The dominance play between them is almost palpable, and Horna finds herself growing aroused by it.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asks, voice quiet but commanding at the same time. Her gaze flickers from Lyra to you and back again, assessing the situation and their feelings toward one another in this fragile, intimate moment.

Horna raises an eyebrow at Lyra's question, her expression unreadable for a moment before she smirks and says, "Well, if you insist." With that, she pats the spot beside her on the bed, indicating that Lyra should join them. The servant hesitates for only a moment longer before climbing onto the bed and nestling close against Horna's side. Her hand finds yours beneath the covers, giving it a squeeze as if to say thank you.

Horna turns her attention back toward Omar, studying his face once more. "So, Omar," she says casually, "are there any specific requests or suggestions you'd like to make regarding the servants in my court? Or perhaps some advice about how I should rule this region?" Her gaze holds yours intimately, daring you to voice your desires and opinions.

Horna arches a single brow, studying you intently as your hand cups her breast through the thin cloth of her nightgown. Her nipple hardens beneath your touch, pressing against your palm. She leans back slightly into the pillow, inviting you further in as she enjoys the sensation and the power you seem to hold over her at that moment. "Very well," she breathes out, gaze never leaving yours. "I will trust your judgment."

With a smile that holds both confidence and challenge, Horna leans forward once more and slips her free hand beneath the hem of your shirt. Her fingers curl around your abdomen before sliding higher up your torso toward your chest, brushing across your nipple before coming to rest on your shoulder. The contact sends a shiver through you, and she can feel Lyra beside her trembling against her as well. "You are my

She smirks down at you as she feels your body responding to her touch. Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, their palms slick with sweat despite the cool air in the room. "Do you think that will be enough for them? Or would they like something else... more?" She lets the question hang between you, her gaze intense and unyielding as she watches every reaction play across your face.

Her fingers drift lower once again, trailing along the line of your abs before pushing up your shirt higher until it's caught underneath your chin. Her hands press gently against your pecs, kneading them through the fabric of her own nightgown as she wonders what else she could offer them in return for their loyalty and service.

Horna chuckles at Lyra's eagerness and looks down at her servant with a smirk. She reaches out to cup one of Lyra's breasts through the nightgown, squeezing gently before rolling the soft nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Perhaps," she says to Lyra while keeping her gaze locked on you, "if our little Omar here is as wise and trustworthy as he seems, then we could show him just how grateful we are." Her other hand continues to caress your chest as she slowly undoes the sash of her nightgown, letting it slide free from her body.

The white fabric drifts down to the floor, revealing Horna's naked form to you and Lyra for the first time. Her breasts are heavy and full, with nipples that harden in the cool air as she exposes herself.

Her lips curl into a sinister grin as she watches your reaction to her naked body. "Well, Omar," she says sweetly, "it seems you still have much to offer us." With that, she climbs on top of you, straddling your hips and pressing her breasts against your chest. Her hands come up to cup your face, pinning you in place as her hips begin to grind against yours, searching for the connection they crave. "Perhaps I'm just hungry for more," she murmurs into your ear before kissing her way down your neck and collarbone.

Her movements grow bolder and more urgent, demanding that you give in to her desires. Horna arches her back, thrusting against you harder as she nears climax, the sounds of their combined pleasure filling the room. Lyra watches with rapt attention from beside them, her fingers

Her fingers dance across your chest, trailing down towards your waist before hooking into the soft flesh there. "Give me a little more," she pants, her breath hot against your neck as she arches her back further and presses down harder onto you. Her hips start to move in smaller circles now, each one sending waves of pleasure through both of them as they edge closer to release.

Lyra watches with lust-filled eyes, biting her bottom lip nervously as she imagines what it would be like to join in on this intimate moment between Horna and Omar. Her hand reaches out tentatively towards one of their shoulders, trembling slightly before finally finding purchase and moving slowly across the skin towards wherever it might end up next.

Horna lets out a sharp gasp as her body tenses and releases, arching her back into Omar's touch. A shudder runs through her as she cries out, the climax intense and overwhelming. Her muscles relax for a moment before tightening again, urging him to continue deeper. Her gaze flickers between Omar and Lyra, curiosity mixing with desire. "Do you want that too?" she pants, running her hands through her sweat-dampened hair as she catches her breath.

The bed creaks under their weight, the room echoing with the sounds of their passionate embrace. Lyra watches with fascination, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Horna and Omar tangled together on the bed. A spark ignites within her chest at Horna's question, and without another thought, she leans forward to meet O

Horna furrows her brow in confusion, still caught up in the afterglow of her orgasm. "A male?" she echoes faintly before a realization washes over her face. She glances toward the door leading to the hallway outside their chamber, then back at Lyra and Omar with a sultry smile. "Oh... Would you like me to fetch someone for you both? Perhaps one of my most trusted soldiers?" Her eyes travel appreciatively down Lyra's body before returning to meet her gaze. "Or would that be too much like work, sweetheart?"

A wicked grin spreads across Horna's lips as she takes in Omar and Lyra's interaction. "Very well," she purrs, reaching out to stroke Lyra's cheek with the back of her hand. "Why don't you have a seat here on the bed next to me, dear? And then perhaps we could invite one of my soldiers in to entertain us all..." Her gaze flickers toward the door again before returning to meet Lyra's eyes, full of heat and anticipation.

"Don't worry," she assures her, "I won't let anyone hurt you." Her fingers trail lower, brushing teasingly against Lyra's breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. "But I think it would be much more fun if we all shared in this little game together..."

Horna chuckles darkly, her gaze never leaving Lyra's as she responds to Omar's request. "Hmm...very well," she says, a smirk curling her lips. With a wave of her hand, a tiny spark appears in the air between them and coalesces into a small ball before shooting toward Lyra, encasing her in an instant. The servant cries out in surprise as she disappears, leaving behind only a cloud of smoke that curls around their bodies for a moment before dissipating entirely.

"There we are," Horna says with a satisfied smile. "Just the three of us now." Her hand finds Omar's thigh, tracing slow circles upward toward his groin as she waits for someone to answer her summons. Her gaze flickers between him and the door, anticipation clear in her eyes.

"Very well," Horna murmurs as she stands up from the bed and moves to pull on a pair of loose pants. She wraps her body in a thick robe, then strides purposefully toward the door that leads out into the hallway, calling for one of her most trusted soldiers. The soldier appears moments later, bowing low before her. "Fetch someone else from among your ranks," she orders, gesturing for him to leave and find another willing male for their little game.

Once the servant has left, Horna turns back toward Omar and Lyra's former spot on the bed, an amused expression playing across her face. She climbs onto the mattress once more, this time settling herself between Omar's outstretched legs with a wicked grin. Her hands begin to explore his body, teasing and pleasuring him as she waits for their new guest to arrive.