What Sam said was exactly what was going through Eliot's physique. His body wanted to shut down post orgasm, lulled to false security in its post coital bliss, and Eliot had to fight against every slowing heartbeat to stay alert and aware. The wind down after sex was one of the human body's most vulnerable moments and there was a very real danger of being caught with his guard down. Having it all mocked back at him only made Eliot more determined to not let it happen.

Getting the dildo taken out was a relief, but only pulled him further into that disarming state of relaxation that he tried to guard against. Yet despite all the awareness that Eliot kept on the demon, he was still completely unprepared for the hard solid erection that suddenly took him from behind. He jerked under Sam, bucking in a futile struggle against the ground with no real hope of dislodging the demon draped on top of him. Again it didn't hurt, the dildo and Sam fucking him with it had prepared him more than enough for the entry, physically, but he still felt like he was speared like an unsuspecting fish.

Maybe demon physiology allowed Sam to get it up so soon after his last orgasm, but Eliot remained completely limp even when he felt the cock bottom out to press against his prostate. He closed his eyes again, shame and anger mixing together into a quiet fuming blend that he was helpless to do anything about. He had no snappy comeback, not so soon. This was Hell, it was torture, and he was aware that not all of it had to be painful. Maybe they finally found the right way to torture a man who wasn't afraid of pain.