<strong>M'Gul, mating His Queen</strong><br/><br/>She had pushed him away a little - her own strenght straining some curiously against his massive frame. For some moments, M'Gul almost thought that the Queen was suddenly denying him his pleasure, that she was fending him off and sending him away from her. The sweat that gathered upon his forehead runned coldly besides his features. But then, she had never stopped her own movements against him. The whole world so far had dimmed down to the pleasure she was giving him at the same time he plowed inside. Her moistness had been increasing with each deep ramming - and the noises of slick sloshing were not anymore coming from the moving waters of the pool.<br/><br/>It was, however, in a sense - M'Gul had not fallen at all. The beast simply followed it's own instincts regarding a female, and more. She had displayed to him a wicked sort of kindness none had ever dignified him with. For as a monstrous creature such as himself, M'Gul had never been worth it. It was a strange feeling. A bond to his most ancient ancestor. Asterion himself, foremost and first of minotaurs, had been stolen from Pasiphae's breast while and infant, and from them develoepd into the murderous monster both Myth and Legend claimed. On that regard, there would be no treason, no back-stabbing... as long as the Queen managed to nurture that rather child-like instinct the otherwise brutish Bull displayed.<br/><br/>There was a sudden groan from her lips that trasncended all the both of them had uttered so far. Was... Could it be true? Had him, the monster, managed to make such a perfect being reach an apex of sensuality? The Archfiend moved, and while he kept his repetitive invasions, he also moved on his own to crouch closer against her rear, his hands running along the Queen's slender back to hold her upon her waist just over the round curves of her ass. The motions suddenly have her being pressed against the ground in another fashion, her belly down while her rear was up - the hiltings of the minotaur suddenly going much deeper than he had been able to before. M'Gul took upon the oportunity, his pacing speed growing faster in order to shake them both more and more delight... and the nearness of his own peak coming, increasing at a pace almost quicker than his own heart-beat.<br/><br/>