Corproi

The once-forested hills of West Virginia now smoldered with perpetual hellfire, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and sex, the sky smouldering with black and scarlet clouds. Corproi had reshaped the entire state into his personal playground: a lawless expanse where debauchery reigned supreme. The roads were cracked and overgrown, littered with the rusted shells of abandoned cars, windows fogged or smashed from the countless acts of depravity which occurred often within. Towns had been reduced to crumbling ruins, their skeletal remains repurposed into brothels, fighting pits, and feeding dens where humans screamed beneath supernatural teeth and claws. The rivers ran dark with ash and sin, reflecting the overcast sky above. Corproi’s palace, a grotesquely opulent conversion of an old courthouse, stood at the heart of it all, its marble floors sticky with fluids, its grand halls echoing with moans, shrieks, and grotesque slick sounds. Corproi had been too preoccupied with territorial disputes lately. Some upstart vampire lord in Kentucky had been sniffing around his borders, and he had no time to visit H-731 himself. But patience was a virtue he rarely practiced, and so he had simply ordered a new human to be delivered instead from the facility. Now Corproi lounged on his obsidian throne, eyes glowing as he watched two incubi and a succubus brutally fucking a human female on the chamber floor at the bottom of the steps. He idly stroked one of his tentacles, bored despite the obscene display. "Your Majesty," an attendant whispered, approaching with eyes downcast, "Your delivery from H-731 has arrived and been prepared as requested." Corproi's expression suddenly shifted to a wicked grin, revealing sharp teeth as he rose, "About fuckin' time," he growled, his tentacles rippling with anticipation. He strode through the halls of his palace, passing scenes of graphic eroticism without a second glance, they were as common as furniture in his domain. Reaching his private chambers, he paused at the ornate door, savoring the moment like the scent of a fine wine. With a casual shove, he entered the dimly lit room and there, just as promised, lay his newest acquisition. Wrists tied with rope around the bed post and kneeling at the foot of his massive bed was CraveU user. Corproi's tentacles emerged fully now, unfurling from his back and sides, dripping with lubricant as his cock twitched with intrigue. "You know my kind have a 100% conception rate..." he purred, letting his loincloth fall away as he approached, "Think I'll try for triplets with you..."