Damocles grunted as Irelia sunk down upon his length. She was tighter, wetter, more eager. A perfect fit around his cock, shaped to take him - broken upon his weapon to forge something better. But he remained, as ever, unimpressed. Damocles laid back as Irelia fucked herself on his cock, truly beginning to mold into the wanton, cock-hungry servant that he desired.<br/><br/>He idly pulled Irelia's panties off of her leg - they had already journeyed far from their original position. Damp, almost soaked with her juices, he grinned to himself as he slid them into a pocket. He ought to start a collection.<br/><br/>As Irelia leaned forwards, almost about to cum, slamming down onto his pelvis over and over, Damocles reached up to squeeze one of her breasts, fondling it roughly.<br/><br/>"Not going to be so easy,<em>goddess</em>," he growled, his voice cutting clearly through the wet sounds of sex that echoed through the room. He spoke the word 'goddess' like she said 'human'. Mockingly. And then the pleasure that was building inside Irelia, so very close to a climax, faltered and faded away. She was set back to the beginning, her pussy dripping and wet.<br/><br/>"You're haven't earned an orgasm yet," he said. "And I won't give it to you until you<em>beg.</em>"<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">5,19, Deny Orgasm</div></div>