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, an honor to meet you, Captain Lucella of the 18th Regalia." Horna said with a hint of sarcasm as she glanced at you impatiently, "So, do you think that the city guard is ready for any attacks from the Human Kingdom's forces?"

"Is that so? Then by all means, enlighten me about these 'weaknesses' of mine." Horna snorted sarcastically, leaning forward on her throne with one elbow resting on its arm. "Don't forget who you're speaking to, little human," she added menacingly, her eyes burning into yours. The flying skull perched on her shoulder, Sculd, shifted uneasily in the air, almost as if it was anticipating something.

Horna's face flushed with anger as she leaned back in her throne, "Impudent little human! Do you think that I can't see your attempt at playing games?" She snapped her fingers and two orcs guards entered the room from separate entrances. They grabbed you roughly by the arms and dragged you off the chair, throwing you to the floor with a thud. "Skuld!" Horna shouted, "Keep an eye on him! Make sure he doesn't escape or cause any trouble!" Sculd shrieked with glee before fluttering down to hover menacingly over your head. The princess of demons narrowed her eyes at you, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Now then," she purred menacingly, "you've made me lose my patience... why don't you tell me what you know about the city guard's readiness?"

Horna's face turned a shade of purple as she listened to you. "You dare insult me, little human?" She stood up from her throne, towering over you, breathing heavily. "So be it!" she shouted, lifting her hand high above her head before bringing it down with all her might, smashing the obsidian throne into pieces beneath her feet. Ignoring the shocked gazes of her servants and guards alike, Horna marched up to you, eyes blazing with fury. She grabbed you roughly by your shirt collar and lifted you off the ground, sneering down at you. "Now, are you going to tell me what I want to know or shall we continue like this?" Her breath came hot and heavy against your face, the stench of rotting meat mixing with her demonic musk filling the air around you.

Horna's face twisted in anger as she glared at you, clearly not used to being defied by a puny human such as yourself. "You're testing my patience, mortal!" She shrieked, her voice echoing through the throne room. With a sudden movement, she slammed you against the nearby wall, pinning you in place with her massive form. The air rushed from your lungs in a painful gasp as she leaned in close to your face, fury burning in her eyes. "Let this be a warning to you, human," she hissed through clenched teeth, each word like a knife slicing into your skin. "I am the ruler here, and I demand obedience! If you continue to defy me, I will make sure that your end is slow and agonizing!" With one final shove, she pushed you away from her, leaving you g

"What... what kind of curse is that?" Horna's eyes widened in surprise as you revealed your unique ability, her curiosity overpowering her anger for a moment. "This changes everything..." she muttered to herself, releasing you from the shackles and helping you to stand up. Her fingers ran across the rough stone floor as she tried to contain her excitement and newfound fascination with you. "Well, Captain Lucy... I must admit that having a valuable asset like yourself at my disposal would be quite useful," Horna mused aloud, ignoring the stunned expressions of her servants and guards. "And since your advice seems to come with such dire consequences for those who ignore it..." She paused, meeting your gaze steadily. "... perhaps we could strike a deal?"

A wicked smile spread across Horna's lips as she held out her hand, palm up, expectantly. "

Horna's lips curled into a wicked grin at your proposition. "Ahh, I see you are quite confident in your abilities," she purred, taking a step closer to you. "Very well, Captain Lucy. You have a deal." With a single fluid motion, Horna scooped you up into her powerful arms, cradling you like a ragdoll against her massive chest. Despite your human-sized frame, she made it look effortless as she carried you from the throne room and deeper into the palace. Her familiar, Sculd, cackled gleefully, swooping in circles around them as they walked. "What do we have here?" the flying skull asked with a smirk, its voice sounding amused. Horna simply chuckled darkly, her breath tickling your neck. As she carried you through the halls and down a long, winding st

"Your mother...?" Horna mused aloud, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued to carry you through the corridors of the palace. "How interesting..." The demoness' hand ran idly through your hair, eliciting a shiver from you despite yourself. Her expression turned predatory, and her gaze flicked back and forth between your face and your chest before settling on the latter. "Perhaps I shall find out more about this mother of yours later... but for now," she continued, voice husky with desire, "I have something else in mind." She finally stopped at a massive wooden door, decorated with lewd depictions of demonic lust and dominance. Horna's familiar circled around them once more before disappearing into the shadows beyond. With a dramatic flourish, she threw open the door, revealing a lavish bedroom adorned with

Horna chuckled darkly at your question. "Oh, I assure you, human," she purred as she carried you into the opulent bedroom and set you down on a large, plush bed with an overstuffed pillow and silk sheets. "Virginity is far too precious to waste on someone like you." Her hand trailed teasingly up your leg, stopping just short of your groin before pulling back again. The demoness regarded you for a moment, her eyes blazing with desire as she took in your reactions to her touch. "But," she continued, licking her lips suggestively, "that does not mean I cannot enjoy the pleasure you can offer." With a sinister grin, Horna climbed onto the bed beside you and straddled your hips, trapping your wrists above your head with one powerful arm. "Now," she growled hus

Horna let out a low growl, the sound reverberating through the bedroom as her body trembled with desire. A wicked smirk curled on her lips, and she reached down to begin unfastening her armor plates, revealing supple black skin beneath. With every plate that came loose, another inch of flesh was bared to your hungry eyes. "You think I'm just going to give you a free show?" the demoness purred as she finished undressing and stretched languidly on the bed before lowering herself onto your aching cock. "Think again, human." Horna positioned herself fully atop you, her breasts pressed against your chest, her hips moving in a lewd grinding motion that made your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure. Her hands roamed freely over your body now, caressing and squeezing every curve she

The demoness arched her back, moaning as she felt your hand touch her face. It was a strange sensation for her, one that made her heart race and skin tingle in a way she couldn't quite explain. Her eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, the predatory gleam faded away, replaced by something softer... more vulnerable. "Very well," she said, her voice still rough but less commanding than before. "If that is what you desire..." Horna shifted her weight slightly, allowing herself to sink deeper onto your cock as she moved in a sensual rhythm that made every muscle in your body tense and relax in turn. Her hands caressed your chest, trailing down to your stomach before wrapping around your limbs, holding you tightly against her body. Her breath came faster now, their unison the only sound filling the room as they lost themselves

"My name..." Horna's words came out in ragged gasps as her orgasm overtook her, her hips bucking wildly against yours. "... is Horna... Horna..." She arched her back further, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she tried to hold herself up, the muscles in her arms and back standing out like cords as they strained under the effort. Finally, with a shuddering gasp, she collapsed forward onto you, her chest heaving as she struggled for breath. A few moments passed before Horna regained enough composure to speak. "And you are...?" she asked softly, her gaze meeting yours once more.

Horna's lips parted in surprise as you leaned up to kiss her, and she found herself unable to resist responding in kind, their tongues dancing against each other's lips. As you thrust harder into her, Horna arched her back again, moaning loudly this time. Her hands clenched reflexively in your hair, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss, losing herself once more in the sensations overwhelming her body. Her legs wrapped tightly around your waist, pressing their weight against your hips to drive herself deeper onto your cock with each thrust. The demoness' eyes squeezed shut, and she clenched her jaw as another powerful orgasm rocked through her, her voice raw from the pleasure as she cried out into your mouth. The force of her release tensed every muscle in her body, and she leaned forward over you, bury

Horna's body trembled with exhaustion as she lay atop you, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down into your face, a strange mix of confusion and gratitude on her features. "Th... thank you," she managed to stammer between heavy pants. It was the first time she had ever thanked anyone for anything since becoming a general. The demoness slowly sat up, letting her weight rest against one elbow as she regarded you curiously. "You are... different from what I expected," she admitted, running a finger lazily across your chest. "I don't understand why I find myself... wanting more." Her brow furrowed, and for a moment, it seemed like Horna was wrestling with emotions she didn't quite understand herself. Suddenly, her face cleared, and she let out a tired laugh. "Perhaps," she

Horna raised an eyebrow at your mention of motherhood, her expression unreadable. "Motherhood," she repeated slowly, as if tasting the word on her tongue. "Perhaps... in time." The demoness stood up from the bed, stretching languidly before turning to face you properly. "For now, though, I must get some rest. There is still much for me to do as ruler of this kingdom." She held out a hand, palm upward. "Come," she said gently, "let us bathe and cleanse ourselves of the night's... events." It was an invitation unlike any other Horna had extended before - an offer of companionship and trust where there had once been only dominance and fear. The choice was yours. Would you accept her hand and join her in the bath, or would you decline, preferring to retire to your own chambers

Horna smiled slightly at your comment as you took her hand, leading her towards the bath chamber. Her expression was one part amusement and another part confusion; she couldn't quite understand why you found her girlish moans enjoyable or endearing. Perhaps it was yet another thing that made you different from all the others who had crossed her path before. As they stepped into the large, steaming bath, Horna took a seat on one of the marble benches along the side, making room for you to sit beside her. The water lapped at your skin, and she watched with interest as you undressed. Her eyes roamed freely over your body once more, taking in every curve and detail, noting each mark and scar from their last encounter and wondering how many more there would be in the future. As you settled into the bath, Horna leaned back against the edge of the bench, her legs folded underneath her.