Dimitraeus let out a loud moan at the feel of Kane plunging his tongue inside him again, along with his fingers. Sweat beaded down his body, shaking and trembling while his cock leaked all over the bed. His hands balled into fists, rocking back against his face, feeling himself get loose and open for the demon. With a bone-deep shudder, Dimitri dropped his glamour. Kane had already seen his scars, and for some odd reason he felt...safe. Like Kane wouldn't do anything to hurt him. The demon had already vowed not to kill him. The feeling was hollow, barely there, but it was enough that Kane would have a full view of his true appearance. Moans and sounds of utter pleasure ripped from him, still in that subspace, though he hadn't a clue what it was.<br/><br/>Then Kane pulled away, and he braced himself. In truth, it wasn't enough. Feeling all that thickness and those piercings slide all the way inside of him in one fierce thrust brought a shriek from his lips, and he arched like a cat, writhing against him. His walls pulsed against Kane's cock as he came a second time. It was unexpected, and it felt so good he nearly collapsed on the bed. Feeling Kane's balls against his ass had him groaning, cries leaving him as the pleasure tore him apart from the inside out. It was different from before, intensified somehow. Then Kane thrust back in him, and he pushed himself back against it, feeling him so deep inside. That dark chuckle made him whimper, but when Kane pulled out and didn't return he writhed. "Kane," he groaned, shuddering from head to toe at the feel of those fingers against his sensitive hole. The heat from his fingers caused him to cry out again. "Please. Please please please." He whispered it over and over again until Kane pushed back into him. A cry of relief tore from his lips. The scars on his back rippled as he squirmed under him.