"You know," Kallus says as Luther sinks to his knees and his cock begins to thicken in response. "I really hadn't thought myself capable of anything, not with how tired and sore I am. And yet..."

Well, Luther can see for himself, he's sure.

It just feels nice, having someone care for him. Someone who cares about him. Kallus had never had much of that in his life, so few people who cared whether he lived or died, fewer still who would miss him.