He wasn't sure he could even form coherent thoughts at this point. Strung out was putting it mildly. He'd practically been in subspace for nearly two days straight, between everything Kane had been doing to him, to the high that he'd gotten from killing those house lords, to now being caressed and stroked like he was some prized possession. Right now? He was, and he wasn't going to complain. He really couldn't. The demon finally pushed his cock deep into Dimitri's throat and came with a groan before he pulled back. Dimitri's throat was raw; he really wasn't aiming to heal anything right now. He wanted to be ruined, but only with Kane's permission and by his hand. Which was currently toying inside his hole. His knees gave out, and a demon asked before he helped Dimitri completely onto the table, onto all fours.<br/><br/>He licked his lips at Kane's question, then shuddered and rasped out a shaky breath, feeling his thick cock sliding along his crack. Saliva and cum pooled around his balls. His cock was a lovely shade of purple from needing to cum and being expanded well beyond its limits by Kane's tail. His wings fluttered, and suddenly two demons were touching his wings. He cried out again and his wrists buckled, sending him onto his elbows. Jesus they were more sensitive than any other part of his body. Perhaps because they were so new. And quite frankly they had been a strong erogenous zone when he'd been an angel. "Yes, sir. Kane, please...do whatever you want." The demons hissed and growled in lust. Even Lucifer wanted to tap that ass, but everyone knew Kane was in charge.