Regardless of what Eliot said, it was still a relief when Sam stopped playing with him and stepped away. Eliot hadn't reached that point where his cock felt too hard and his balls turned painfully blue from prolonged erection yet, and he probably wouldn't, not for a while further, but any delay to that fate was good in his books. Instead while Sam undressed, Eliot made himself calm down through breathing exercises, a slow in and out, deep even breaths. It was the same between pain management and this, and although it did nothing to calm his raging erection thanks to the hellish ring, it calmed his mind.

When he looked up, he found Sam had stripped and was there in his own naked glory, standing large and tall. The first thing Eliot noticed, besides the huge bouncing erection the jutting from the Sam's groin, was the huge brand on Sam's chest. It was created in some sort of triangular design, a symbol, that clearly marked Sam. Maybe all demons were marked that way, Eliot wouldn't know, he had never seen one naked before. Then there were the piercings, small tiny silver rings that seemed to wink in the light with the collar, made more prominent now that it was all Sam wore.

But what caught Eliot's attention weren't the glaring obvious, but the subtle marks, scars, that curved their tips around Sam's front from behind. On the hips, peaking here and there. They were just darkened shadows on the skin, but no doubt only the tip of a very large iceberg.

Eliot finished studying the demon to stare sullenly at the him stripping his cock. And tried not to feel anything for how large the creature was. It will hurt. May even rip him apart. Eliot made himself prepare mentally for that.