"Very well, bitch," he said, slapping his left hand onto her butt and squeezing it firmly. Not the finest begging he had ever heard, but it would certainly suffice. He graciously allowed her to cum, grabbing onto her hips and impaling Irelia with a few thrusts that sent her spiralling over the edge. Even in her throes of orgasm, she would be grappled, restrained, and held still by Damocles, his powerful muscles keeping her firmly in place.<br/><br/>"Your pussy is serviceable, though your mouth needs work. Let's try another option," Damocles chuckled. When her orgasm finished, Damocles would manhandle Irelia's body, picking her up as if she weighed little more than a feather, and set her down upon the ground. She had little power to resist, the strength draining from her body from the sexual release. He straddled her, nestling his holy weapon between her full breasts, and pushed them closed with his hands, admiring the soft skin and the fullness of her curves as he began to thrust into her tits. One more place for him to defile.<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">Change position, 17, 1</div></div>