Eliot exhaled in relief when the pressure to his aching cock fell away and his hands were no longer restricted into that difficult position. They were still locked behind him, but it was a release to his shoulders as much his cock that he didn't have to pull them back even while sprawled onto the ground. This allowed Eliot to sag down a little, catch his breath, while Sam pulled his head up.

He spat to one side, both in disgust and to get the coppery taste of blood out of his mouth. "I've done many things, but I've never raped anyone," Eliot growled like Sam had insulted him personally with that insinuation. He was a killer, as cold and hard as they came, but drew the line at rape. To suggest he was an animal like some of those others that had disgusted him so much, he would've punched Sam if this arms weren't locked behind his back.

He bucked a little, now that he was free to do it, when Sam's hand wrapped around his engorged cock once more but it did little to actually dislodge the demon either from his body or his grip. What was worse was it somehow got that thing inside him to move, and it was digging into that one area that sent uncomfortable waves of pleasure all through his nether regions. It made him buck again, moaning at the touch on both his already sensitive cock and the dildo vibrating against his prostate.

It was hard to find the strength to fight the demon when he couldn't summon any while it continuously stimulated his spot of pleasure. It was like his muscles were alternating between being tensed and relaxed, and even when he could concentrate, he couldn't get his muscles to cooperate. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.