Dimitraeus cried out when Kane started to thrust into him over and over. All he could do was hold on, though that was a bit difficult since he was facing forward. He shuddered, shook, and trembled. But Kane was both kind and cruel. That vice grip around his cock stopped his orgasm. "Fucking hell. Fuck, Kane," he whined. Soon he was healed, the pain subsiding to a dull ache. He bit his own lip, hard enough to bleed. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure zipping through his freshly healed nerves. A shower would clean him later, but right now he was powerless and weak. His mind was getting hazy. "Fuck if we don't stop I'll drop into subspace." It was a half-hearted warning. He didn't care. He knew Kane would protect him. Knew he wouldn't let anything else happen to him.<br/><br/>The comments and compliments certainly weren't help. "Oh, Kane. Fuck I'll put them on display. I haven't even seen the upgrade." Or rather the complete fall from grace. There was no turning back from this point. He was defiled, turned, changed, and banished to such a degree that there was no hope. There had been a sliver of hope, but by killing those demons he'd secured his life in hell. With Kane? He couldn't fucking care less. He took his mind off of things, replaced by mind numbing, delicious pleasure. He nibbled along Kane's jaw, moaning and writhing helplessly on top of him while Kane fucked him.