Dimitraeus had to feed every few days, whether he liked it or not. Even if Kane were to be around, which he was unsurprisingly not, Dimitri would have tried a second time to feed on someone else. Though this time it was a lower-class demon in a known brothel topside. Though, like the first time, Dimitri couldn't. However, he didn't kill this demon. Instead, he wanted to try out the second piece to his puzzle. Could he enjoy having sex with the demon?<br/><br/>In short, hell to the no. It was empty, lackluster. There wasn't hardly any pain, either. Like always he hid his cock, letting them take him from behind, a bored expression on his face while he made fake sounds of pleasure. The demon had failed to donate blood, and now was failing to get him off. But it really wasn't the demon's fault. Maybe this curse was just taking on a new form. Maybe Kane had tweaked it somehow when he'd been unconscious for weeks. He closed his eyes and bit back a sigh. He barely managed to contain his annoyance when the other panted in his ear.