The demon didn't need to be told twice. His shriek bounced off the walls, cum streaming into Kane's hand. His walls convulsed around his fingers, undulating against the bed. The nailing of his prostate just drove him beyond thought. He was left boneless on the bed. His breath caught, scrambling for purchase with Kane pulled him up. He was still trying to come down from his high. He'd heard Kane's words and he shook his head. How humiliating. How degrading. But Dimitreaus didn't want to deny him. He could still feel him behind, and he inhaled deeply. "What are you doing?" But he knew. By the way he was held open, and the cooled down cum. Feeling it slide into his hole he keened. Fuck he felt so filthy. He brought his arm up and put his forehead on it.<br/><br/>"It's too much. I can't. Kane..." The thought of being fucked by so many and so many things had him hardening again. But he had no fight left. "I...want you to have others fuck me. I want to be gang banged while you watch. I want you to feed and control what happens." He moaned loudly. "I'm your whore. You make me feel what I never have." He tried to roll over, wanting to see Kane's reaction. He wanted to see his face. Wanted to watch him take him, stake his claim. There was just so much. But he had no complaints. "Oh Kane you make me feel. I want your tail, your cock, your fingers." It was such a shattering of his reality, to admit it all. Once he started he just couldn't stop. He told him how he wanted to be used by machines until he was wrung dry. He wanted to see how many times he could come. Ramblings of lust and passion spilled out of him until he was a sniveling mess.