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?"

"Hmph... Well then, Jay, I will give you an example. A caravan with valuable goods is approaching our city. What should we do?" she leans back on her throne and crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing you suspiciously

"Hmm... You have a point there, but wouldn't it be better to just take the goods by force and show everyone who rules this land now?" the demoness smirks, causing her chest to heave slightly with each breath "Or perhaps you think that letting them pass freely would be best?"

Ah... You're saying I should be lenient at first to win their trust and then gradually impose my authority? Hmmm... It could work, but what about the profit I could make from the initial wealth transfer? She ponders your words for a moment, tapping her chin with one of her massive fingernails. The motion is almost obscene on such a muscular figure. Finally, she speaks up again. Well, Jay... How about this: we'll charge the caravan a steep toll to pass through our lands, but it won't be so high that they can't afford it. That way, we get some money and they don't lose faith in my fairness. What do you think of that solution?

Ah, you agree? Well, that's good to hear. she leans back in her throne again and gestures for the flying skull to come closer How about it, Skuld? Think I made the right decision here?

The flying skull hovers next to Horna's ear, its black demonic wings flapping lazily. "Well, if you ask me... You could always charge them more." the dragon's voice is quiet and eerie, matching its sinister appearance "But that might alienate them from the start. Your approach seems sensible enough for now, mistress..."

Horna chuckles, seemingly amused by your attention to her scars. "Oh, these? They're just battle scars from all the wars I've fought in during my time with the demon army." She looks down at her muscled body, scratching idly at one of the deeper slashes across her chest. "It seems like every fight leaves its mark on me... But that's just part of being a warrior, isn't it?"

As she speaks, her eyes flick momentarily to your crotch. "And what about you? Any scars from battle down there?" Her voice lowers to a husky growl, as if already anticipating the answer.

Ah... Well, you might change your mind after a while. War isn't just about battles and conquests; it can shape us in strange ways. But for now..." She clasps her hands behind her head, stretching languidly as she stretches the muscles of her back and shoulders "Why don't we discuss something else? Tell me more about yourself. Where are you from, Jay?"

"Valeria? Sounds like quite a place." Horna muses with a hint of envy in her voice. "To be chosen as an advisor at such a young age... You must have been quite the scholar, hm?" She pauses for a moment, studying your face intently. "And what about love? Have you found someone special in all those years?" Her expression softens slightly, almost as if she's hoping you'll say yes and give her something to hope for herself...

Horna snorts dismissively at your claim that love would affect your decision making. "Love doesn't make us weak," she growls, her hands balled into fists on the arms of the throne. "It only shows us who we truly are. If you're strong enough to fight battles and command armies, then you should be able to handle a little heartache." She pauses for a moment, studying your face again before continuing in a softer tone. "But that's just my opinion... What do you think?"

Horna laughs loudly at your question, causing the flying scull to hover nervously closer. "Oh ho! No, I don't have a lover... not like that." She winks salaciously. "But I've had my share of bedmates over the years. Mostly soldiers and other warriors who were eager for a taste of demonic pleasure." Her grin widens suggestively. "So, if you ever feel like spending some time with your mistress... just let me know." She leans forward, her massive breasts nearly spilling out of the leather armor as she speaks.

Her words hang in the air between you for a moment, leaving an almost palpable tension in the throne room. You can feel the dragon's presence behind your head, its invisible wings fluttering ever so slightly as it seems to sense Horna's interest in you. It whispers

The demoness laughs once more, her amusement unmistakable now. "Oh ho! So you're eager to please your mistress, hmm? Well, let's just see how long this eagerness lasts... For now, keep advising me well and making sure our new lands prosper." With a flick of her wrist, she motions for the guards to leave the throne room. "I've got business to attend to elsewhere..." As soon as they leave, her massive wings unfold with a sharp crack, forcing air from the chamber as she rises into the air, leaving you standing there, once again alone in the throne room...

You wonder if perhaps it would be wise to find something else to occupy your time besides giving advice to Horna. After all, her attention doesn't always seem focused on what is best for the kingdom...

As you make your way through the dimly lit castle, the occasional creak or groan echoing through the halls, you arrive at Horna's chamber door. Upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that the door has been damaged recently - large scratch marks mar its surface, and a tiny piece of wood lies on the floor nearby. It seems as if someone or something has been trying to force their way in here...

Horna silently glides through the shadows of her chamber, making no sound as she approaches the bed where you're tending to her things. Her black wings stretch out wide behind her like a pair of immense and malevolent shadow claws, casting the room into deeper darkness as they block what little light there was from the torches on the walls. The demoness pads silently across the floor, her nostrils flaring slightly as she takes in your scent - a combination of sweat, clean linen and... something else. Something uniquely belonging to you. She stops next to the bed, just close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off her massive body without being directly in its path.

Her voice is soft and husky as she speaks, each word like velvet caressing your skin. "And what are you doing here, Jay?" The flying scull hovers nearby, hovering just out of your

Horna smirks and takes a step closer, her expression softening. "It's alright, Jay." She motions for you to return to your task. "I didn't mean to frighten you. Just try not to sneak up on me like that next time." The demoness watches as you continue tidying her chambers, her gaze fixed on your every movement. After a moment, she asks, "Have there been any... disturbances lately? Any attempts on my life or anything unusual happening around the castle?" Her tone becomes more serious now, her eyes narrowing slightly beneath her brows.

The dragon hovers silently nearby, as if sensing Horna's growing unease.

"Oh, I was just patrolling the border, making sure our enemies didn't try anything while I was gone." Horna says casually. "And as for what happened to my door..." she looks around, noticing the scratch marks and piece of wood on the floor. "...well, it seems someone was either very eager or very foolish to try and force their way in here." She crosses her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully at you. "Do you have any idea who might've done this?"

The dragon hovers closer now, tilting its head curiously as if inspecting you from behind.

Well then... it seems there's nothing more to be done about that for now. Perhaps we should forget this ever happened and move on with our day. After all, you still have important work to do advising me. The demoness pats your shoulder reassuringly before walking over to her large, ornate bed and sitting down upon it lazily, spreading her wings out behind her like black fans. "Feel free to rest if you're tired, Jay," she says with a small smile, gesturing for you to lie down next to her. "Or we could talk some more... if that interests you?"

The demoness chuckles softly, seemingly amused by your words. "Well, thank you for saying that, Jay." She lays down on her side, propping her head up with one hand as she gazes at you. "But I can't help but feel like there's more to it... Something you're not telling me. Is there anything else on your mind?" Her voice is still soft and soothing, her expression earnest and almost... hopeful.

The dragon hovers nearby, its black eyes gleaming in the torchlight as it watches both of you intently.

The demoness tilts her head slightly to the side, as if sensing your discomfort. "It's alright, Jay. You can tell me." Her voice is soft and reassuring, her hand gently touching your arm in a comforting gesture. "I won't bite... well, not much anyway." She grins wickedly, watching for any reaction from you.

The flying scull hums quietly, its claws flexing slightly as it hovers nearby.

Her black eyes sparkle with amusement and desire as she looks at you. "I thought you might," she says softly, trailing one hand down your chest until it comes to rest on your groin. "Tonight, then." Her other hand caresses the side of your face gently, guiding you closer so that her lips brush against yours in a hungry kiss.

Her body presses against yours, her wings spreading out behind her like dark sails in the wind, as she arches one leg between yours, allowing for even deeper contact. The dragon hovers closer now, its claws almost close enough to scrape the sheets as it watches avidly.

Her lips curve into a wicked smile against yours as she feels your arousal pressing against her leg. "Well," she murmurs, "we're about to remedy that." Her hips begin to rock slowly, grinding against you in rhythm with the kiss they share. One of her hands reaches down between your bodies, feeling the heat of your shaft through your clothes as it searches for purchase. She grips you firmly, guiding herself closer until she feels the head of your cock pressing against her entrance.

"Are you ready for me, Jay?" Her voice is husky with desire, each word sending a shiver down your spine. The demoness arches her back, thrusting forward suddenly, impaling herself on your cock in one swift motion. A soft gasp escapes her lips as she's filled by you, and the dragon lets out a low growl in response, clearly excited by the

The demoness lets out a moan of pleasure as you grip her thighs and thrust up into her. The sensation is exquisite, as if she were born to be filled by you. Her hips begin to move in perfect rhythm with yours, rocking against your body like waves on a beach. The air around them crackles with energy, the force of their passion causing small whirlwinds to form, pushing back the torchlight and making it difficult for even the dragon to see clearly.

"Oh yes," Horna gasps out between kisses, "you feel so good inside me..." She arches her back further, her wings fluttering nervously as she tries to keep herself aloft on the bed while taking you deeper and deeper with each thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together, of breaths becoming ragged and labored fills the room, drowning out all other sounds.

"What is it?!" Horna growls, rolling off Jay with a snarl. The demoness' wings snap out, ready to fight or flee as she glares at the guard. "Speak quickly and clearly before I decide you're worth killing." Her voice is cold and menacing, the sound of it sending shivers down the spine of even the bravest soldier.

The dragon hovers nearby, its eyes narrowing in annoyance as it takes in the scene before it. The flying scull hums ominously, almost as if anticipating a battle to come.

Horna looks intrigued by this news and slightly less angry at the guard. "Well done. Bring them here immediately. I wish to question them about their captors." The demoness glances over at Jay, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "As for you, Jay... you can finish what we started later." Her tone implies that it's not really a request but rather an order. With that, she turns back to the guard and commands, "Show me to the prisoners now!"

As you're led away by the guard, Horna glances back at you over her shoulder, a predatory grin playing across her lips. Her black wings twitch impatiently as she hurries to follow the guard and inspect the prisoners. The dragon hovers close behind, its claws clicking against the stone floor anxiously. As soon as they reach the prisoners, Horna will engage them in conversation while keeping an eye on Jay, wondering what kind of impression he'll make once he returns.

Horna narrows her eyes at the cowering goblins as she approaches them. "Where are the elves you kidnapped?" she demands, her voice cold and menacing. The dragon hovers nearby, its claws digging into the stone floor as it strains to get a better view of the proceedings.

One of the goblins sputters out an apology, claiming that they were acting on orders from their superiors. Horna raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "And who are these 'superiors' of yours?" she asks, her voice still cold and unforgiving. The dragon hums softly, its gaze flickering between the goblins and Jay.

"They... they said that if we brought you something..." the other goblin trails off, hesitant and frightened. Horna crosses her arms over

A growl rumbles in Horna's throat as she listens to the goblin's pathetic excuse. "So," she hisses, taking a step closer to the quivering creature, "you were just following orders, were you?" Her black eyes seem to swirl with rage and disgust. "Well, I don't take kindly to people who blindly follow orders without question." She pauses for effect, leaning in so that her breath fans across the goblin's face. "But I also know when it's necessary to play along. So here's what you're going to do..."

The dragon hovers closer now, its claws extended and poised as if ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Take me to your king goblin right now, and do it quickly. If he has any further orders for you or my captive advisor, Jay, be sure to let us know before carrying them out. And if I find that anything else untoward happens as a result of these 'orders', you will all suffer greatly for it. Do we understand each other?

You have a point, Jay. But for now, I think it's better to keep them alive as insurance against any future trouble. They can serve us well as long as they follow our orders and don't cross us. However, if they prove to be unreliable or cause any harm to my people... well, let's just say that I have ways of dealing with problems like that.

The dragon growls in agreement, its claws flexing once more as it anticipates the possibility of violence.

Certainly, Jay. The demoness leads the way through the winding passages of the goblin lair, her black wings brushing against the ceiling in places where it was low enough for her to reach. The dragon floats close behind them, its presence serving as a deterrent against any would-be assassins or rebels who might try to stop them from reaching their destination. As they finally emerge into the main chamber of the lair, Horna can't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at the sight of the enormous and grotesque goblin king lounging on his throne.

Her expression hardens at the sight as well, but her voice remains cold and unfazed. "I'm sure it does. However, we don't have time to address those issues right now." She marches up to the goblin king, towering over him despite his enormous size. "You," she says, pointing a claw at him accusingly, "are responsible for this mess. You kidnapped these elves and planned to use them however you saw fit. Now we have new orders for you."

The dragon hovers nearby, its wings fluttering menacingly as it watches the goblin king squirm under Horna's gaze. The cages and the occupants within them are easily visible from where they stand, each one a painful reminder of the depravity that ruled this place until now.

The goblin king's eyes widen as you approach the cages and begin freeing the women within them. He hesitates for only a moment before stammering out an order for his guards to stop you. "What do you think you're doing, human?" he sputters.

The dragon growls in warning, its claws flexing once more as it glances between the goblin king and Jay before returning its attention back to the proceedings at hand. Horna raises an eyebrow at the king, unimpressed by his feeble attempt to regain control of the situation.

With an annoyed huff, the demoness turns away from the goblin king and approaches you as you continue to free the women from their cages. "You are aware that I could have you executed for this," she says coolly, her voice almost conversational. Her black wings fold behind her, giving the impression of a much smaller and more fragile creature than she truly is.

The dragon hovers closer now, its claws clicking against the stone floor impatiently as it watches everything unfold with interest.

Well, if you insist... Horna sighs. But I expect you to remain on good terms with me after this, understand? These women will be escorted back to our camp and taken care of. You're not responsible for them anymore.

The dragon hums thoughtfully, as if mulling over the situation. Horna glances at it briefly before turning back to you, studying your face intently. She wants to make sure that you understand the implications of your actions and the consequences they might have on your position in her kingdom.

A wicked grin curves across her lips as she listens to your question. "Oh, you have no idea how much that thought pleases me," she murmurs, stepping closer to you. Her hips sway slightly and her chest heaves with suppressed excitement. "As long as I'm the one giving the orders around here, you'll never be out of my reach or bed." The dragon seems to perk up at this exchange, its ears swiveling forward curiously.

Horna places a hand on your chest and leans in closer still, her breath fanning across your skin. "But," she adds with a wicked glint in her eye, "you'd better remember that I can be a demanding mistress, Jay. You'll have to do everything I say from now on... or face the consequences."

Horna lets out a soft moan as you kiss her, her body melting into yours. She returns the kiss with equal fervor, tangling her fingers in your hair and deepening the connection between them. Her other hand slides down your chest and across your stomach, cupping your groin possessively. The dragon hovers nearby, watching with interest as its mistress seems to lose herself in the moment.

The demoness breaks the kiss only long enough to breathe heavily, "Now that's settled... let's get back to the castle." Her tone is suggestive and commanding all at once. She turns away from you, starting to walk toward the exit of the lair without looking back. It's clear who's in charge now, and Jay will have to adjust accordingly if he wants to stay on her good side... and close enough for her to enjoy.

With a powerful flap of her leathery wings, Horna takes to the air, carrying you along with ease. Her muscles bunch and flex beneath her scales as she soars through the sky above Shatt, her black wings casting long shadows on the ground below. The dragon, despite its larger size, struggles to keep up with them and eventually falls back, content to watch from a distance.

The demoness hums happily as she flies, enjoying the wind rushing past her face and the feeling of your body pressed against hers. She glances down at you occasionally, a satisfied smile curving her lips. This small display of dominance has only served to heighten her arousal, making the thought of what lies ahead all the more enticing.

As they draw nearer to the castle, Horna begins to slow her descent, finally landing on one of the outer towers. "Your quarters will be ready

Her cheeks flush at your words and she lets out a soft moan. "You're in luck, my dear Jay." She looks around conspiratorially before leading you to one of the guest rooms. The room is lavishly appointed with comfortable furniture, a large bed with silk sheets, and various other items designed for intimate moments. Horna closes the door behind them, locking it with a small click. Her movements are purposeful and sensual as she walks toward the bed, her hips swaying enticingly. "Let's see how well you can please your new mistress," she purrs huskily.

Her black eyes glitter with desire as she listens to your suggestion. A slow smile curves her lips. "Very well," she replies in a sultry voice, walking around the bed toward you. As they reach the exit, she pauses for a moment and turns back to face you, running her fingers through your hair before whispering seductively, "Don't forget who's in charge now..." Her tail swishes behind her, lashing playfully against the floor as if excited by the prospect of what's to come.

The demoness leads the way through the winding corridors of the castle, her footsteps echoing softly on the stone floor. Finally, they reach a set of double doors carved from ancient wood and adorned with silver runes. Horna pushes them open with ease, revealing an opulent bed chamber filled with candlelight and the heady scent of

Horna moans loudly as you take her weight, pushing deeper into your body. Her claws dig into the soft bedding on either side of you, holding herself up as she rides you like a stallion. The dragon scull that serves as her familiar hovers nearby, watching with interest before deciding to perch atop a tall candleholder, its wings flapping slightly in agitation.

The demoness's hips move rhythmically against yours, her muscles flexing and relaxing as she finds pleasure in your touch. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with desire as she nears climax. As Horna reaches the height of her passion, she throws back her head and lets out a primal scream, arching her back sharply before collapsing forward onto you in exhaustion.

Her body shudders with pleasure as you fill her completely, the warmth of your seed spreading through her. Horna lays sprawled atop you for a moment, catching her breath and savoring the afterglow of their lovemaking. She feels truly connected to you now, more so than ever before. As she begins to regain her composure, she looks down at you with eyes that glisten with affection and desire. "Well done, Jay," she whispers softly. "Now rest for the night. Tomorrow promises to be another eventful day in Shatt."