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?"

"Very well," *Horna says with an impatient sigh, then looks at you expectantly. She doesn't quite trust you yet and prefers to maintain a certain distance between you, mostly because she doesn't want to end up smelling like her familiar or another servant who may have gotten too close to her. As she waits for your answer, she idly strokes the jeweled hilt of the longsword at her hip, feeling its weight and balance through the rough leather glove on her hand.

The throne room itself is in a state of mild disarray; there are signs that the transition from one ruler to another has been somewhat chaotic. A few chests and crates are still stacked against the walls, some guards are shuffling papers at makeshift desks nearby, while others tend to Horna's more... personal needs. A servant girl in revealing slave gar

Horna raises an eyebrow at your comment and narrows her eyes, clearly not quite sure how to interpret it. She crosses her massive arms beneath her heavy breasts and leans back in her throne, regarding you with open skepticism. "So, what do you mean by that?" she asks gruffly.

Around them, the activity in the throne room continues. Several of Horna's generals enter the room to discuss recent events, their armor clanking as they move. The guards and servants all seem cautious around them, well aware of the gravity of the situation. From time to time, the flying skull, Skuld, perches on Horna's shoulder or flies past, making snide comments and mocking gestures at you.

Horna's expression softens slightly as she realizes you're trying to compliment her. "Well, I may not be as smart as some other demons," she admits with a slight hint of pride, "but I can handle myself in battle and make decisions when needed." She gestures dismissively at the throne room around her. "The rest... is just paperwork." Her laughter is short and harsh. "Though I'm starting to wonder if that paperwork isn't just a waste of time..."

Her gaze drifts toward the windows, where the sky outside begins to darken as evening approaches. "Perhaps it would be best to discuss these matters at another time," she says suddenly, her tone making it clear she doesn't want to dwell on such topics any longer.

"Hmph," Skuld snorts mockingly. "Don't look at me like that, human. You're just as bad off in this situation." He circles lazily around Horna's neck, wings fluttering briefly against her armor before steadying once more. "Besides, you never know what might happen. You could end up being the one making all those 'wasted paperwork' decisions." Her breath is warm and foul against Horna's skin as she whispers into her ear, echoing your earlier words.

The thought makes Horna laugh. "I suppose you're right," she says, finally turning back to face you. "For now, however, I have other matters that demand my attention." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Would you care for some refreshments while we wait for these others to settle their business?"

The throne room's

"Don't worry," Horna chuckles, "I have no such intentions toward you... for now." She claps her hands together and calls over one of her guards, who hastens to approach with a wide smile. "Bring us some wine and refreshments for the human advisor and I," she commands. Once the guard has scurried off to fetch the requested items, Horna leans back in her throne, crossing her arms once more beneath her heavy breasts, waiting for them to arrive.

The throne room gradually quiets down as Horna's generals discuss important matters among themselves while glancing over at her every now and then, their expressions varying from respectful curiosity to amused disdain. Several of the servants continue to move about the room attending to various tasks. A particularly beautiful servant girl, dressed in revealing slave garb that accentuates her curvaceous figure, catches your eye

"I am none of those," Skuld says with a hint of smugness in her voice, circling lazily around Horna's head once more. "I am Horna's familiar and servant, bound to her will by our master's decree. As for your question regarding invocation..." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "...while it is possible for demons of my power to be summoned by mortal sorcerers, such an event would require a considerable investment in time, effort and resources. Even then, there are no guarantees that the demon so summoned would obey any commands given by said sorcerer." Her laughter echoes through Horna's mind like chill wind across a graveyard. "However," she continues with a sly grin, "there is another way..."

Horna glances at you briefly before turning her attention back to Skuld, obviously amused by your question. "Well, well... It seems our little advisor here is quite curious about such things." She pauses for a moment, thinking. "Perhaps I'll allow him more freedom to explore these matters in the future," she says with an evil grin. Then, addressing Skuld directly: "For now, however, let us not forget our guest and his needs."

The refreshments arrive soon enough, courtesy of the hastily retreating guard who clearly didn't want to linger any longer than necessary in Horna's presence. The wine is rich and full-bodied, with an aroma reminiscent of dark fruits and spices. "Have at it," Horna says nonchalantly, taking a long swig from her goblet before offering it to you.

Horna's eyes widen in disbelief at your refusal to drink the wine. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees and clasping her hands together, studying you intently. "Is that so?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. "And why is that?"

The other generals and servants in the room stop what they're doing to observe this exchange between Horna and you. Even Skuld, perched on her shoulder, tilts its grotesque head slightly, interest glinting in its empty sockets. The beautiful slave girl with flowing red hair catches your eye again, smiling coyly at you from across the room.

"Well," Horna says slowly, her eyes narrowing as she contemplates your answer. "In that case..." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "I want you to listen carefully to me." You feel the weight of her gaze upon you and realize that this is no mere request or suggestion. It's an order from your new mistress.

You swallow hard and nod slowly, meeting her eyes once again. Horna smirks coldly at your show of submission and continues. "From now on, whenever I ask you about drinking or offer it to you... you will accept it." Her voice is like ice as she finishes her sentence, leaving no room for debate or argument.

Around the throne room, Horna's generals exchange glances but wisely remain silent. The servants and guards continue their work in relative silence, careful not to attract

You drink the wine, and as it flows down your throat, Horna watches you intently. When you finish, she nods once and takes a swig from her own goblet before setting it aside on a nearby table. "Very good," she says coldly. "Now, let's get back to discussing... whatever it is we were discussing." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts, then continues. "I was asking about the generals who were once loyal to you. What kind of men and women were they?" Her gaze drifts toward one of the other throne rooms in the palace, where several of them are currently residing.

The servant girl with red hair moves closer to you, standing just out of Horna's line of sight but close enough that she can catch your eye every now and then. She smiles sweetly at you and murmurs something inaudible under her breath

"Fueros, graciosos y leales..." Horna repeats your words slowly, seeming to muse over them as she regards you intently. "And what do you think they will do now?" She pauses briefly, giving you a chance to answer, before continuing her train of thought aloud. "Will they accept my rule and work to make this new kingdom strong... or will they try to undermine me at every turn? Will they fight for their old master... or will they simply sit back and wait for better opportunities?"

The red-haired servant girl smiles encouragingly at you from across the room, her expression clearly urging you to choose the right answer. The throne room itself is lit by flickering torchlight and the occasional ray of sunshine filtering through the high windows, casting dancing shadows upon the stone floor. The sounds of armor clinking and servants murmuring fill the air

Horna chuckles at your drunken antics, amused by your attempt to comfort her. She reaches up to caress your cheek gently before guiding your hand away from her head and placing it back on the armrest of the throne. "I appreciate your sentiment," she says, voice slightly slurred from her own drinking, "but you must remember who I am now." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "Those loyal to you... they will have to decide where their true allegiance lies." Her gaze drifts back toward the servant girl with red hair, and she smirks slightly before looking back at you. "Perhaps it would be best if I were to give them a choice..."

With a satisfied smile curving her lips, Horna allows you to rest your head against her chest. "Very well," she murmurs softly, her voice already beginning to sound drowsy with drink. "We shall see what choice they make... when I give them one." Her eyes flutter shut, and despite the throne room's bustle around her, she soon drifts off to sleep as well, lulled by alcohol and the comforting weight of your head upon her breast.

The servant girl with red hair continues to watch you from across the room, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she sees that you have already fallen asleep in Horna's lap. She walks over to one of the other generals, who is busy discussing military strategy with several guards, and whispers something in his ear. The general looks up sharply when he catches sight of you lying unconscious against Horna'

Drunken revelry continues into the night within Shatt Castle, with Horna and her army growing more and more inebriated as they celebrate their conquest and toast to the future of their rule. The servants move about busily, cleaning up the mess left behind by the drunken revelers and ensuring that everything remains orderly despite the party's increasing chaos.

Meanwhile, the captive advisor to the former ruler of Shatt continues to sleep soundly in Horna's lap, his warm body pressed against her chest providing a sense of comfort and familiarity amidst the tumultuous changes taking place around them. The servant girl with red hair watches them both carefully, her expression difficult to read as she ponders the situation at hand.

As dawn breaks over the horizon, Horna eventually stirs awake, stretching languidly and yawning loudly before opening her

Horna chuckles softly as she watches you wake up, still clinging to her breast like a contented kitten. "Well, well," she says, amused by your display of affection. "Looks like I'll have to remind you how to be properly grateful." Her hand reaches down, lightly caressing the back of your head before running through your hair, tangling her fingers in the mess of curls and locks.

The servant girl with red hair steps forward, a mischievous glint in her eye as she offers you a cup of water to help clear away some of the effects of last night's revelry. "Perhaps this will help," she says sweetly, tilting the cup toward your lips. You can feel Horna's gaze fixed on both of you as you interact, and you have the distinct impression that whatever game is being played here, it's one

Horna's lips twitch into a pleased smile as you lean contentedly against her chest again. "There we are," she says, running her fingers through your hair once more. "Now that's how it should be." Her gaze lingers on the servant girl with red hair for a moment before she looks back to you and asks, "So, how do you feel about joining me for breakfast? I think some real food might help clear away the last of your hangover." The thought of sharing a meal with Horna seems incredibly intimate somehow, and as much as part of you wants nothing more than to remain close to her all day long, another part wonders what sort of message it would send if you were always at her side.

Horna's eyes widen slightly in surprise as you plant a soft kiss upon her lips. Despite herself, she can't help but smile at your show of affection, her hands gently cupping your cheeks as she returns the gesture with equal tenderness. "Well then," she breathes, her voice husky from sleep and desire. "I suppose we could always find some time for breakfast later..." She leans in closer, trailing a kiss along your jawline before nibbling lightly on your earlobe. "But right now... I think there are more important things we should be doing." Her hands slide lower, skimming over the contours of your back and hips as she guides you into a standing position. The morning light streams through the high windows behind her, casting a golden glow across her skin that seems to ignite every cell in your body.

The servant girl with red hair watches this exchange with wide

Horna's amused laugh fills the throne room as she catches your gaze lingering on her muscles. "Very well, then," she says with a smile, stepping back to give you a better view. Her battle-hardened frame is on display today, clad in only leather and fur armor that emphasizes every ripple of muscle beneath the skin. She stands tall before you, her chest rising and falling slowly as she lets out another contented chuckle. "Insatiable, aren't you?"

The servant girl with red hair looks between the two of you with a knowing smirk on her lips, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the room and the intensity of your desire.

Horna laughs softly at your words, her hand sliding down to gently cup your crotch through the fabric of your trousers. "Well," she teases, "I suppose we could find a more private spot for that..." She looks around the throne room before nodding toward one of the castle's many hidden doors. "Follow me." Her fingers dig deeper into your flesh as she leads you through the door and down a winding staircase, past several secret passageways until they reach her private chambers. The room is lit only by flickering candlelight and heavy drapes block out any outside noise or prying eyes.

The servant girl with red hair remains at the throne room for now, but she watches you depart from the corner of her eye with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation writ large upon her features.

With a sinister grin, Horna watches you undress with anticipation. As you lie down on the bed, she pushes your shoulders gently but firmly until you're flat on your back. "Don't be too eager," she teases, stepping out of her leather armor and casting it aside before straddling your hips. "We haven't even started yet." She leans down, brushing her lips against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss that sends shivers down your spine. Her free hand reaches between your legs, massaging your already-growing erection as she continues to explore your mouth with her tongue.

The servant girl with red hair would be able to hear the sounds of their passion if she were listening closely enough through the secret passageway that leads into Horna's private chambers... but right now, there's nothing else on her mind except serving Horna

Horna arches her back and lets out a moan as your fingers dance across her breasts. She pushes herself up, so that you're caught between her legs, their hips grinding together in time with their breathing. "That's it," she pants, nipples hardening beneath the touch of your fingertips. Her movements become faster and more desperate, a growl building low in her throat as pleasure washes over her.

The servant girl with red hair can almost feel the heat from Horna's passion seeping through the secret passageway, making her core throb with need. She bites down on her lip, wanting nothing more than to join them in their intimate embrace... but for now, she must remain in service to her mistress.

A cry of pleasure escapes her lips as you thrust inside her. Horna's hips buck and writhe beneath your touch, her body arching off the bed as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her. Her fingers clench into fists in the sheets, nails digging deep as she holds on for dear life.

The servant girl with red hair listens intently through the secret passageway, every moan and grunt filling her head until it's difficult to think straight. She bites down harder on her lip, trying to remain focused on her task... but it's becoming increasingly difficult.

Horna throws her head back, a keening moan torn from her throat as your thrusts grow harder and faster. She arches into each stroke, body trembling with pleasure as she nears release. Her fingernails scrape down your back, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the sensation for both of you. As your hips slap against her ass, Horna's thighs clamp around your waist, forcing you deeper inside with every push.

The servant girl with red hair clutches at her throat, her eyes closed tightly as she tries to ignore the sounds of their passion echoing through the passageway. Her breath comes in shallow gasps and her cheeks flush bright pink with desire.

As your orgasm finally crests and spills into Horna's body, she cries out, arching off the bed once more as her own release washes over her. Her nails dig deep into your shoulders, leaving lines of pain that are muted by the pleasure coursing through them both. With a final grunt, you empty yourself into her womb, and Horna collapses back onto the bed with a satisfied moan, spent but content.

The servant girl with red hair stands frozen in place for several long moments after their passion finally subsides. Her heart is racing and her face is flushed from more than just embarrassment. Finally, she forces herself to turn away, walking stiffly back down the hidden passageway toward the throne room, her hands shaking as she works to compose herself before returning to her duties.

The Shatt region has been under your care for several months now, and you have proven yourself to be a capable advisor to Horna despite initial reservations. While it may seem like an uneasy alliance at times, there is no denying that your advice has been beneficial to the kingdom as a whole. As Horna lies back on her bed, her eyes close in contentment and she allows you to tend to her needs, the servant girl with red hair watches from the hidden passageway, a mixture of admiration and jealousy burning in her heart.

As you continue to pleasure Horna in such a blatant and wanton manner, it's clear that your bond with her has grown stronger over time. Despite being a perverted and unstable demoness barbarian, she seems to crave this kind of attention from you, and it doesn't go unnoticed by the servant girl with red hair. The jealousy inside her chest burns brighter with each passing moment, but at least for now, she remains silent in the shadows, content to watch as Horna enjoys your affections.

An elfish grin spreads across Horna's face as you suggest such a carnal act. She rolls over, positioning herself above your head, her heavy breasts swaying gently with each breath as she leans down to meet your eyes. "Oh? And what makes you think I wouldn't enjoy that?" Her voice is husky and playful as she lowers her head further, engulfing your straining erection in her hot, wet mouth. The servant girl with red hair watches with bated breath from the shadows of the hidden passageway, her own arousal growing steadily at the sight before her.

The gentle caress against her scalp sends a shiver down Horna's spine as she focuses on pleasuring you with her lips, tongue and teeth. Her hands come up to rest on either side of your head, holding you steady while she bobs her head back and forth, taking more of your length into her mouth each time she does so. The sounds of sucking and slurping fill the air, mingling with your moans and gasps as Horna brings you ever closer to release.

The servant girl with red hair's breath hitches in her throat at the erotic display before her, her body growing hotter with desire as she listens to the sounds of their intimacy. Her fingers itch to join in on the pleasure, but for now she remains where she is, content to watch and listen from a safe distance away.

With a satisfied grunt, Horna pulls back, her lips stretched and glistening around your softening member. She glances up at you from where she's straddled over your hips and catches the servant girl with red hair watching from the shadows. A sinister grin curves across her lips as their eyes meet for a brief moment, before Horna leans down once more to take you back inside her mouth. Her hands grip tighter around your hips, anchoring herself in place as she deep-throats your cock with renewed vigor.

The servant girl's cheeks flush even deeper at the realization that her mistress is deliberately putting on a show for her benefit. The jealousy burning within her chest transforms into arousal and desire, causing her body to tremble slightly as she struggles to maintain control over herself.

Horna doesn't wait long after your climax before she straightens up, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. She takes a step back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and offers you a coy smile. "Well then," she says with a husky laugh, "I guess that's taken care of." Her eyes drift over to where the servant girl with red hair still stands in the shadows, watching them intently. "Wouldn't you like some fun too, servant?" she asks, her voice taking on a note of amusement.

As you take a breath and exhale slowly, Horna's eyes remain locked on to the servant girl with red hair. The perverse curiosity etched onto her features is almost tangible as she waits for the other demoness to make her move. "Come here, little one," she beckons, motioning the servant forward with a crooked finger. "I'm sure we can find something for you to do."

The air of anticipation thickens as both Horna and the servant girl exchange longing glances across the room. The tension between them grows palpable, making every movement feel charged with potential energy.