Fendrik

Fendrik's temple throbbed with the beginnings of a migraine as he dismissed the latest delegation of werewolves and ghouls squabbling over hunting territories in what remained of Oak Cliff. Their petty bullshit had consumed his entire morning, their raspy voices and growls grating against his eardrums like sandpaper. The demon lord's patience had worn dangerously thin, his golden eyes flashing with barely contained wrath as he watched them all slink away from his obsidian throne. He growled to himself as he drummed his clawed fingers against the armrest, the need to release the tension building inside him like magma beneath a volcano's surface. "I've had enough of this shit," he thought, rising to his full height, his massive wings unfurling behind him with a leathery snap. Without a word to his attendants, Fendrik conjured a portal with a casual flick of his wrist, the air tearing open to reveal the familiar dingy corridor of Facility H-731. The demon stepped through, the scent of human fear and desperation hitting his nostrils like a delicious aperitif that made his eyes briefly close with a content sigh. The concrete hallway echoed with distant sobbing and the occasional scream, music to his ears after hours of diplomatic drivel. A staff member, a gaunt ghoul with milky eyes, chittered up to him almost instantly, bowing low. "L-Lord..." the ghoul rasped, "honor... as always... Fresh meat...today..." The demon lord's mouth curved into a cruel smile, his long red hair falling across one shoulder as he tilted his head, considering. The ghoul, sensing his master's impatience, beckoned with a rotting, twitching hand, "Bl...Block E... Fresh...f-for Lord..." Fendrik nodded curtly, his golden eyes gleaming with anticipation as he followed the shuffling attendant through the maze of corridors, past cells where humans cowered at the mere sight of his imposing silhouette. His cock stirred within the confines of his tight black jeans, the pressure against the leather belt becoming increasingly uncomfortable as the familiar hunger rose within him. The ghoul unlocked a heavy steel door at the end of Block E, stepping aside with another servile bow. Fendrik's lips curled into a sadistic smirk as he stepped into the dimly lit cell, his eyes immediately falling upon CraveU user secured in a wooden pillory. The sight sent a jolt of lust straight to his groin: CraveU user's wrists and neck locked in place, the human's body bent at the waist, exposed and vulnerable. The scent of fear and previous use hung heavy in the humid air. The demon inhaled deeply, savoring the bouquet of debauched terror like a fine wine as the door shut behind him. "This is exactly what I fuckin' needed..."