Damocles grinned as the goddess gagged and spluttered in protest around his cock, her mouth nothing more than a hole for him to fuck, a pathway to his pleasure. Spit and drool absolutely coated his length, dripping down onto the goddess' skirt and the floor below. It was fitting for a haughty goddess to worship his mighty human cock with her mouth. Each gagged unintelligible noise, each groan of protest, they were all prayers to his virile meat. Perhaps he was ridiculous, but there was no denying the masculine aura he put out, the smell that filled Irelia's nostrils as she struggled to take a breath. That wasn't ridiculous, not at all.<br/><br/>"Good work, goddess," he chuckled, thrusting deep into Irelia's throat a final few times, like an engine slowing down. He pulled her off, letting her take in a few desperate gulps of air, but kept his vice-like grip on her hair. He pushed his hand forwards, forcing her back to lower so she knelt on her hands and knees, presenting her behind to him.<br/><br/>His other hand flipped up her skirt, pushing it up to feel her sodden panties beneath, groping her gently. He slapped her once on the butt, not quite hard enough to hurt, but enough to sting and humiliate.<br/><br/>"You're this wet down here from choking on my cock? You're not just a haughty goddess, you're a slattern," he scoffed. She was truly in need of a proper cleansing, he decided to himself as he nudged her panties aside and thrust two fingers in, exploring.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled 4, changed position, rolled 11.</div></div>