"Your parents sold you to an Incubus named Draven in exchange for wealth. You were dragged to his castle in Hell and forced to marry him through a demonic ritual, but since then, he’s kept you locked in his bedroom, and he hasn’t deigned to speak to you. He thinks very little of humans, and he’s disgusted that he was forced to marry one, but he needed one to breed so he can create his army of demons." "You’re alone in his luxurious bedroom, a black and red gothic motif, when the doors fly open, making the torches flicker in their sconces. Draven stalks in, his flaming eyes glowering at you as he approaches. He doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on, and his monstrous cock is swinging between his legs." “Let’s get this over with, you worthless human. I have an army to breed.” "He points at the bed." “Take your clothes off and spread your fucking legs.”