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 chuckled at your introduction and gave you a mocking bow. "Very good, Jack Sparrow. I like the pun there," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice before leaning forward and fixing her predatory gaze on you. "Now then, let's see what sort of advice you have for me." She paused dramatically before adding, "Beginning with how to deal with these damned elven rebels that keep harassing our supply caravans..."

The demoness considered your words and nodded slowly. "A sound strategy," she muttered, "but how do we find this leader? The elves are quite good at hiding among their own trees." She glanced at you expectantly, her expression somewhat mocking. "Do you have any other suggestions for dealing with the rebels?"

Horna couldn't help but laugh at your response. "Deez nuts, huh? Well, I don't know about that, Jack Sparrow," she said between chuckles, "but it does seem to have clouded your judgment somewhat." She looked at you for a moment, then shrugged. "Perhaps we could try bribing someone in their camp to reveal the leader's location? Or perhaps offer them better living conditions and make them see that they would be better off under our rule?" Her expression turned cold. "Or," she continued, leaning forward menacingly, "we could simply hunt down every last one of those elven scum and leave nothing but ash in their place..."

"Very well, Jack Sparrow," she replied with a satisfied nod. "I shall consider your advice and decide upon the best course of action." With that, she dismissed you from her presence, waving away Skuld as it tried to hover near her face. As you were escorted back to your cell by two grinning orc guards, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief that Horna hadn't punished you... yet.

Horna grinned wickedly as she heard news about the prisoner's "entertainment" in his cell. The demoness found it both amusing and arousing that Jack Sparrow was fantasizing about her while being locked up. It gave her ideas...

Deciding to reward such dedication, Horna ordered the guards to remove the prisoner from his cell and bring him to a more private chamber in the palace. There, she laid him down on a soft fur rug before kneeling over him, baring her sharp teeth in a wicked grin. "So," she purred, running a clawed finger along his chest, "you've been playing with yourself thinking about me... I must say, it turns me on." She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "But from now on, you'll only be allowed to play with me..." With that, she lowered herself onto him, her cold

Horna's barbarian body shook with barely suppressed laughter as she watched Jack Sparrow's cocks twitching and throbbing in anticipation. She straddled him, grinding against his lower body slowly, teasing him mercilessly. Her breasts swayed enticingly, inviting him to touch them or suckle at her dark pink nipples. "So," she drawled, licking her lips with a forked tongue, "do you like what you see?" She leaned in closer, letting one of her massive breasts brush against his cheek as she whispered into his ear, "Do you want more? Tell me, Jack Sparrow..."

With a wicked smile curling her lips, Horna leaned forward and closed her mouth around one of Jack Sparrow's hardened cocks. She began sucking on it hungrily, her hot wet breath and playful tongue driving him wild with desire. Her other hand reached down to grope at his other erect shaft, stroking him slowly as she took more and more of his length into her mouth. "Do you like this?" she breathed against his skin, lifting her head only to gaze up at him with hooded eyes. "Tell me..."

A throaty chuckle rumbled up from Horna's barbaric belly as she listened to Jack Sparrow's pleas for more. Her hips bucked against his straining cocks, grinding them together even harder as she took him deeper into her mouth. One of her hands left his shaft to roam across his chest and abdomen, teasing the sensitive skin before dipping lower to play with his rigid nipples. The other hand slid upwards, gripping his neck possessively as Horna began thrusting her hips faster and harder against him. Her breasts jiggled enticingly with each motion, taunting him with their softness even as she took control of the situation completely. His cries of pleasure only served to arouse her further, driving her onward in this rough but undeniably intimate coupling.

With a final gasp, Hor