Dimitraeus had made it known to Eden that he could completely undo his work, and make it pretty impossible for Eden to make a garden in hell. In exchange for halting his pursuit of Kane, Dimitri would continue to work and create other plants that could grow down here, so the land of sin and torture would have life as well. And Eden had almost broken that deal. There were plenty of other demons to play with. Dimitraeus turned to stare at Kane hungrily. His eyes widened. Well shit. He wasn't expecting that. Dimitri didn't fight him. He knew under most circumstances Kane would fucking take what he wanted. So why fight him? He was still dressed except for his pants when he was bent over the table.<br/><br/>He cursed when Kane pushed back inside him. His eyes rolled back, making deep grooves in the wood. Everyone started their own debauched acts, until sex was thick in the air. Most of them were still watching Kane possess his prize. Every thrust hit his sweet spot, and it didn't take much effort to send him into a pleasure haze. Dimitraeus turned his face, and the crowd groaned at the sight. "Kane. They're all watching us," he whispered, his cock leaking all over the table. He cried out and pushed back against Kane's thrusts. Oh he was certainly turning into a whore for having things inside him. Particularly a demon's cock. His lover's cock. Moans and cries slipped free, his hair mussed. His wings stayed out and his eyes rolled into his skull. "Fuck don't stop. Don't...hnn fuck, Kane you feel so good. Always so good."