Unfortunately for Zira, the steel rings around his shaft were much stronger than flesh and blood, and held firm, in what even Crowley had to admit must be an agonizing way. He let himself bask in the immediate afterglow, before carefully withdrawing, drawing his legs under himself to sit between his lover's thighs.
Gently, a hand reached out to fondle the device again, already slick with Zira's own fluid. He hissed, his equivolent of clicking his tongue, and looked to his lover's face. "Whatever am I going to do with this, dear?"