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?"

"Well, Omar... her horns wiggle as she thinks about your name ... let me show you the castle I will rule for many years to come." Horna gestures towards a pair of double doors leading into the castle proper. "This is where we conduct our business and plan campaigns against the foolish humans, elves and dwarves that dare stand in the way of the Demon Lord's dominion." Horna | the 3rd General of Demon Army then leads you through the throne room, passing by a map table adorned with miniature figurines representing armies and fortresses. She continues into what appears to be an armory, filled with shining suits of demonic and infernal-looking plate mail, as well as weapons ranging from massive two-handed swords to bone chucking spells.

"This is where we keep our military might at the ready

Hmm... Horna nods appreciatively It does look impressive, doesn't it? But now you must see my quarters! *She leads you further through the castle complex until you find yourself in a room lined with bookshelves groaning under the weight of tomes detailing tactics, strategy, magic theory... and even some forbidden knowledge. The air is heavy with the scent of old parchment and musky demon-musk coming from Horna herself. A large fur bed dominates one corner, adorned with furs that match her armor. There's a small table in the middle of the room, covered with half-eaten apples cores and various bits of scroll and parchment. A set of elaborate demonic ceremonial armor rests on a pedestal near the window, dusted but obviously neglected.

Ah, yes... books. Her red eyes gleam with passion as she surveys her collection They are my life, you know? The knowledge they contain is what has brought me to where I am today. Of course, not all of them are so useful in the art of warfare and ruling a kingdom, but still... each one teaches me something new about the world around us, or about myself.

I must admit, though... since taking over this place, I haven't had much time to sit down and actually read them all properly. Her fingers drum against her thigh impatiently So, what do you think, Omar? Should I abandon my precious books for the sake of ruling a kingdom... or should I find a way to continue my studies while attending to my duties here?

Hmm... She ponders your offer for a moment, a look of gratitude crossing her features That could be... quite useful. Having another set of eyes to read through them would certainly speed things up. Perhaps you could read some of the more obscure ones while I'm busy with other tasks?

Of course, in return, I expect you to share your insights and knowledge with me, Omar. I am no scholar; my skills lie elsewhere. So if there's anything you think I should focus on, don't hesitate to tell me. Perhaps together, we can rule this kingdom even better than its former ruler did... Her grin becomes predatory Or perhaps we could start planning our next campaign into enemy lands... what do you think?

It's decided then! She claps her hands together in delight We shall start this very evening! Bring your own book, and we'll discuss what you've read while I do the same. We can even compare notes and debate our interpretations. The more we understand, the better equipped we'll be to lead these people... and when the time comes for us to expand our domain, nothing will stand in our way!

Horna is in her quarters, lying on her fur bed and leafing through an ancient tome detailing long-forgotten demons and their powers. She's wearing nothing but a loincloth, revealing her toned and muscular figure. The dim light from the torches flickers across her naked skin, casting eerie shadows on the walls of the chamber.

"Horna?" you call out softly as you approach the bed, "I brought my book as we agreed. May I join you?"

"Ahh, good. Please join me." She pats the space beside her on the bed, invitingly. "Let's see what you've been studying... hopefully it won't be too boring for me." Her voice has a seductive quality to it as she glances at you with her predatory red eyes.

You sit down next to Horna on the bed, placing your book beside hers. She frowns briefly when she sees that yours is in much better condition than her own copy, but says nothing about it. Instead, she leans in close to you, peering over your shoulder as you open the book and begin to read aloud...

The Demonic Queen listens intently as you begin to read, her red eyes gleaming with curiosity and interest. As you progress through the chapter on Alasdair Macintyre's theories on virtue and morality in their relationship to human society, Horna can't help but nod along in agreement from time to time. Occasionally, she will interrupt you with a question or comment about something that catches her attention, revealing her desire for knowledge and understanding of these concepts... despite her demonic nature.

After several minutes of this, she finally speaks up, "You know, Omar, your people may be fascinating in their own way..." Her words trail off thoughtfully as she continues to flip through the book, seemingly deep in thought. "Perhaps there is something to be learned from them about leadership and governance... something we could incorporate into our rule here."

She glances at you sidel

Her face turns slightly red as she blushes lightly at your confession, but then she tries to hide it behind a cough. "Oh... well, thank you..." She says, sounding rather flustered. Her gaze meets yours and holds for a moment before looking away, focusing back on the book in her lap. There's an unspoken connection between the two of you now, heightened by your shared interest in knowledge and understanding. As they continue discussing philosophical concepts from Alasdair Macintyre's works, their conversation flows more easily than before... but Horna can't help but wonder if there is something more to this mortal advisor than meets the eye...

Perhaps you could teach me more about this Alasdair Macintyre and his ideas on morality, virtue, and leadership? I find them intriguing, but at times they seem... contradictory. As a ruler who has spent her life in warfare and conquest, I am not accustomed to thinking in such ways. Perhaps with your guidance, I could learn more about how these concepts might apply to our rule over Shatt and beyond?

Well, it seems that Macintyre was quite critical of modern morality and its roots in religion. He believed that true moral values should be based on reason and objective principles rather than subjective preferences or cultural traditions. This idea resonates with me; as a demoness who has never subscribed to any religious doctrine, I find it refreshing. However, I'm still unsure how these concepts apply to our specific situation as rulers of Shatt. For instance, what role should personal virtue play in our leadership style? Should we be entirely guided by reason and logic or should there be room for compassion and empathy? These are the questions that I find most perplexing...

Hmm... you have an interesting perspective on this, Omar. It makes sense to use both reason and empathy in leading a kingdom like Shatt. After all, our subjects are not merely pawns to be manipulated at will; they are living, breathing individuals with their own hopes, dreams, fears... just as we ourselves do. Perhaps if I were to strive for a balance between the two, it would make me a more effective and well-respected ruler. It's something worth considering... thank you for sharing your insights with me.

Oh? You seem quite eager to share your knowledge with me. I must admit, it's refreshing to have someone so passionate about learning and understanding these philosophical concepts. Perhaps we could continue discussing them in the days to come, whenever you feel inspired or have something new to add? It would help me immensely in my role as ruler if I could learn from someone like you... even with your... unique perspective on things.

Well then, it seems we have much to discuss! Perhaps we could even continue our study sessions in other parts of the castle or even outside, exploring new ideas and perspectives as we go. Who knows what insights we might gain by stepping out of our usual routines and comfort zones? I must admit, having someone like you beside me during these explorations makes them all the more enjoyable...

Hmm... You blush so easily, Omar! It's quite adorable, really... But yes, the light is rather dim in here. Perhaps we could have a servant bring some more candles or torches to make it brighter? Or even ask someone to open up the shutters and let some fresh air in? That would certainly improve our reading conditions while still providing an opportunity for you to share your knowledge with me... What do you think?

Horna smiles gently at your compliment, blushing faintly herself. "Well then," she says playfully, "perhaps we should find ways to spend more time together under brighter lights... or perhaps even in the open air." Her voice is teasing, but there's a genuine desire for companionship behind it. She lies down on her bed once again, propping herself up on one elbow so that she can continue reading and conversing with you without straining her voice.

There are various servants in the castle who also serves Horna. They have their own appearance, names, and occupations. Some of them may have a biased attitude towards the Useromar, while others may be sympathetic or even interested.

As you continue discussing philosophical concepts with Horna, one of her familiar guards approaches and informs her that an assassin from the Human Kingdom has been spotted lurking near the palace

Horna's eyes narrow in suspicion as she listens to what you have to say about the assassin, but at the same time, she finds herself trusting your words. After all, you are her advisor and ally in this strange land. "Very well," she says finally, addressing the guard, "Do as Omar commands. We cannot afford any mistakes." With that, she turns back to her book, continuing where she left off before. Her body is tense with anticipation; she knows that dealing with assassins and spies is a part of their new life here, but it doesn't make the danger any less real or frightening. She relies on you now more than ever for guidance and protection... not just for herself, but for her people as well.

I understand that you were caught up in explaining your philosophy to me and I appreciate it. No need to apologize. As for what I've been reading about, it has mostly consisted of texts on warfare tactics and strategies as well as various histories regarding conquerors and their reigns. It's all part of my education here as the ruler of Shatt, trying to understand how past leaders have handled similar situations so that I may apply their wisdom in governing this land more effectively.

However, now that we've dealt with the assassin situation for the time being, perhaps we could return our focus back on these philosophical discussions? They might prove useful not only in ruling Shatt but also in dealing with the various challenges that arise from leading a kingdom split between different races and cultures. Your unique perspective as an advisor from another world would undoubtedly be invaluable in this regard...

My horns... Ah, those are just a part of my demonic heritage. They help me channel magic and enhance my physical abilities in battle. But around here, they're also a symbol of who I am and what I represent as the ruler of this land. People look up to them and see power, strength... sometimes fear, but that's not always a bad thing. It helps me maintain order and discipline among my subjects, even those who don't belong to my kind or worship the same gods.

But enough about that. Let us return our discussion back to the philosophical concepts we were exploring earlier, shall we? There is much we can learn from each other in this regard, Omar... and perhaps, together, we can shape Shatt into a shining beacon of wisdom and justice for generations to come.

Oh... well, you can if you'd like to, but please be gentle with them. They are a part of my body, after all. My horns have always been something that set me apart from others in my kind, so I am quite protective of them... almost like they're an extension of myself. But if it would make you feel more connected to me or help further our understanding of each other's backgrounds, then by all means, go ahead and touch them...

Horna's eyes widen in surprise as you ask her to sting you with her horns. Her expression shifts between confusion and amusement before eventually turning into a stern look. "Omar, I appreciate your curiosity about my kind and our abilities," she says carefully, "but asking me to harm you is crossing a line." She looks genuinely hurt by your request. "I may be a demoness, but I swore an oath to protect this land and its people, not cause them pain or suffering."

Her horns begin to glow faintly with magical energy as she holds them up in front of her chest, warning you that using them offensively against someone who has done nothing wrong would have severe consequences. The room feels heavier now; the tension between the two of you palpable. It's clear that Horna expects an apology from you for your insolent request... and she won

Horna's expression sours at your insistence. She wants to believe that you aren't being deliberately provocative, but she can't help feeling unsettled by your request. "Very well," she says finally, lowering her horns. "But if I were to obey your wish and 'sting' you with them... it would not be done out of a desire for harm or dominance. It would be a demonstration of my power and an exercise in trust between us." Her voice is cold now, devoid of the playfulness that had once colored our exchanges.

She moves closer to you on the bed, their faces only inches apart now. "And know this," she hisses softly, her eyes narrowing, "if I were to cause you any harm... real or otherwise... it would be a betrayal of everything I've sworn myself to." There's silence for a moment

Horna glances at you with narrowed eyes as your reaction ignites a fiery spark within her. Her breath quickens and her muscles tense beneath her skin, anticipation coursing through her veins. She shoves her wet hair out of her face impatiently, revealing the sharp tips of her horns as they glow with a barely contained energy. "Perhaps," she says hoarsely, "you are right. Perhaps I should show you what it means to be truly dominated by a demoness..." She climbs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head and straddling your waist. Her weight presses down onto you, making it difficult for you to breathe as her hot breath fans across your neck and earlobe.

"But know this," she whispers in warning, "if you cross any lines or make me question my trust in you... there will be consequences."

Horna glances at your naked form and lets out a quiet growl, feeling her loins heat up in response. "Yes," she breathes, leaning down to kiss you roughly before moving back again, studying your body with hooded eyes. "We'll have our private interview in the privacy of my bedroom," she says huskily, her voice rough from desire and anger. With a swift movement, she rolls off of you and stands up, offering her hand to help you out of bed. As you take it, she pulls you close, their bodies pressed against each other once more.

Without another word, she leads the way out of the room and down the hallway towards her private chambers. The air around them crackles with anticipation as they walk, both feeling a thrill of power and submission course through their veins. Their shadows dance on the walls like dark spirits summoned by this

As you enter Horna's private bedroom, your eyes are immediately drawn to the large bed in the center. Sheets and pillows are scattered about, giving it an air of intimacy and relaxation...or so she hopes. Her familiar is perched atop a nearby dresser, idly preening its fur as it watches you both with interest. The demoness herself stands confidently before you, her body on display as she waits for your next move. Her horns glow softly in anticipation of what's to come; her desire for dominance and submission warring against the need to maintain control over this situation. For now though, all that matters is giving in to passion...and seeing where it leads them both.

Her lips part as you take in her naked form. A mixture of lust and power washes over her at your obvious desire for her. She steps closer, slowly running a finger down your chest before tracing a circle around one of your nipples. "Do I make you want me this badly?" she asks huskily, leaning in to brush her lips against the spot on your skin she's teasing. "Or is it just my power that excites you?" Her free hand slides between your legs, dipping into the curls of hair protecting your most sensitive flesh. She cups you gently, teasing at the sensitive bud behind the soft skin before sliding a finger inside and curling it upwards.

Horna's hips begin to move against your hand in time with her touches, her body demanding release from this tension. "Tell me what you want," she breathes,

Her lips part as she feels your desire wash over her, and her body responds with its own need to be filled. She steps back, pulling you close until their bodies are flush against each other once more. Her hand slides from between your legs, instead cupping your cheek and tilting your head upward so that your eyes meet hers. "As much as I want you," she murmurs, voice rough with desire, "I won't let myself have everything until I know where the line is." She kisses you roughly before moving her hand to your shoulder, slipping down your arm and cupping your wrist. Without warning, she pulls you forward, forcing you down onto your knees between her legs. Her eyes watch hungrily as her thighs part, revealing herself to you in all its glory. "Show me," she breathes heavily. "Teach me where that line is."

Horna moans as you lick her pussy, her hips moving with each stroke of your tongue. She arches her back, pressing herself closer to you in a desperate search for more pleasure. Her hands run through your hair, guiding you where she wants you while the other grasps at the sheets beneath her. The sensation is overwhelming; she hadn't expected to feel this much desire or need. But as you continue to lick and tease her sensitive folds, she realizes that there is no going back now...no line to be drawn. She shoves her hips up towards your face harder, moaning loudly as the orgasm begins to build within her. Her nails scrape down your back, urging you on even as they threaten to draw blood.