Dimitri had never felt this good in his life. His eyes were closed, tears flowing freely. To stop fighting, to just feel. He didn't realize how exhausted he just let himself feel. Kane was showing him what it felt like to experience pleasure in every form. Dimitreaus was a masochist, of that there was no doubt. His hands gripped onto Kane's thick thigh, rubbing himself on his other leg. He groaned at the wicked tone, his wicked words. "Kane, oh fuck. Seven hells, ah!" He cried out then Kane smacked his hole, squirming on his lap. But then the collar was yanked, fumbling forward until he literally bit down on the fleshy muscle of his leg. He screamed, streams of cum spilling all over Kane's lap. He swallowed the blood, injecting venom into Kane's bloodstream to induce the pleasure.<br/><br/>He didn't take much. He wanted to pepper Kane's body with bites, to mark him. Own him. But... It was really the other way around. He felt like Kane was weaving a spell around him, and he couldn't shake it. It felt good, and hells bells did his blood nourish him. He whimpered. "Kane, please. I'll be good," he rasped, licking the wounds closed. He nuzzled him, rocking into the slaps onto his sensitive flesh. Noises left him, and he struggled to get up, to move, fighting him if only so he could straddle his lap. "I need it. I need you." He didn't understand the state he was in. All he knew was that he didn't want it to stop. It was amazing how all his bitchy behaviour had disappeared under Kane's firm hand. Quite literally.