"Good girl, goddess," he said, patting her forehead as she proferred her tits for him to fuck. "You've finally learned."<br/><br/>He kept thrusting into her breasts, drool and precum mixing together into a pool of lubricant for him. He was just musing about how else he wanted to use the goddess when the footsteps came, and Damocles turned to face the door. He rose to his feet, a grin across his face as the second goddess burst into the room. He'd be overjoyed to take her too, and -<br/><br/>Then he was banished, and Damocles cursed inside his head. He hadn't even gotten to cum.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>What are you, voice?</em>Damocles spoke aloud, awaiting an answer from the void.<br/><br/>In the meantime, he constructed something of this Crossroads. A sparse accommodation, hardly fit for a paladin of his stature, but it would do for now. A dingy mattress took up one corner of a small room, above which hung the symbol of Lady Fyla. With a little more effort, Damocles created a small display case. He placed the panties he had taken from Irelia -still damp from her arousal - within it, shutting the case with a satisfying thump.<br/><br/>Whatever else the voice desired, it definitely made good on its promise of more sinners. He observed the portals, but didn't know enough about them to make a good decision. Surely they would all provide what he sought? He selected one on a whim, and strode on through, ready to face the next sinner.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The Isle of Azalea! :) </div></div>