When he was finally 'released' from the steel-like grip down his loins, a soft, whimpering moan escaped M'Gul's lips. It was almost refreshing. The aching pain suddenly dulled out as the demoness' hand left his gonads, but yet it remained near, as he could feel that soft yet strong presence just too near him for the minotaur to be completely confortable. He held her hand, at first rather roughly with his own rough palm, but as she relaxed the grip, so did he, and in moments he was holding her hand with as much gentleness a beast like him could deliver, as if... thankful. Grateful for her halting the... 'disciplinary measure'.<br/><br/>He leaned forward some more, hearing her words as he tried almost desperately to catch his breath back, albeit he did it in low intakes, as if not to gurgle down. His forehead pressed against her thighs once more, in a gesture that spoke of both subservience to the powerful entity and perhaps, something more. His horns had pressed against and along the outer shapes of her hips, as if careful enough not to ever risk scarring her flesh, but also nearby enough so he could easily pierce her if it would come to that. She had swung against him, and yet he did not do it towards her.<br/><br/>For M'Gul, as the minotaur he was, almost instinctivelly worshipped and respected strenght. Her little display had made him reconsider just how mighty the little females that acted her succubi could be. They were no women, that was for sure, but something else entirelly.<br/><br/><strong>"What shall be done to me?"</strong>, he asked as he allowed her hand to go on his own rather than have to endure another nudge just still yet. The pain was dulled, and suddenly his posture was once more assuming the rather proud stance he had before - if even still on his knees, pressing his face against her groin. For when he lifted his muzzle, it went straight agaisnt her, sliding that large, bovine feature between her thighs once more. Slowly, he sniffed. Like an animal. For M'Gul could learn much about the sense of smell he still yet possessed - albeit dulled by the outrageous scents and perfumes and fragrances, abundant all around them.<br/><br/><strong>"...My Queen?"</strong>, he added rather quickly as he brought both his hands towards the demoness' hips, in a supplicant and worshipping gesture that also spoke more. His own needs had not been delivered, after all. Should he even allow himself to have hope in the Queen's teasing words? That she ought to offer him the pleasure that Callisto instilled and denied him? The other succubus was now being dismissed by the Queen, and that he had noticed.<br/><br/>