<strong>M’Gul, entangled with The Queen</strong><br/><br/>So many different feelings rushed through the slightly confused minotaur at that long moment between the flash of energy into the Queen's self and his own movements. Her words, the way she pressed back and hugged his features more against her bosom. More than impressed by his own movements - those that were born out of a rather instinctive response than of true mindful motion - M'Gul was growing amazed at how the Queen was actually reacting to them favourably instead of simply swatting his hands away from her frame and burn him down with a terrible hellfire, ten times more intense than those Callisto had been able to conjure in her own mimicky of uttermost power.<br/><br/>The hand he had already upon her buttock pressed harder against her flesh for the moment, his strenght suddenly showing itself once more as the beast lifted the Queen from her not-that-confy seat upon him his lap - he would find a way to hold and nest her more nicely against him - but still he lingered her there for a moment longer, pressing his muzzle against her chest longly, rubbing his features against her smooth, soft breasts. It was if something of the basest images the creature had imprinted on it's mind. The gesture of feeling her bosom with his face was more than just a show of devotion a male could do for his female, but it was almost as... if he remembered of something long forgotten. A security feeling that Hell was quick to strip from all that dwelled upon it.<br/><br/>The feeling that a child would nourish for the safety of it's mother's bosom. He pressed against her, grunting softly as if that had crossed his mind, until the enchantment was done with her words of passion. M'Gul was suddenly once more the mighty minotaur, and he acted as such - the hand left upon her rear enough to lift the seemingly frail, feminine form of the Archfiend down the mossy ground besides the pool's edge, a gentle lift downwards. The ground's moss was much thicker than the one that had covered the walls of the whole room, it's dark, green surface much like the thick velvet sinners would gamble their very souls upon, eventually. His body moved itself, from it's sitting position to one of kneeling - so that his imposing frame would fully dwarf the pale beauty underneath.<br/><br/>He adjusted himself with the ease of someone quite used to the motions of mating. It was as if he had trained a drill with almost professional dedication - M'Gul moved to spread the Queen's lovely, long legs wide and tall, letting her feet stand just over his shoulders as the legs would stand straight against his furred, muscled chest. The blackness of his long, wet mane made quite a contrast with her white, pearl-like complexion. It was as if an angel had fallen on the hands of the most wicked and depraved of demons - and perhaps, in many senses, that could be correct. And then, lodged between them, in a scene mimicking another he had done earlier that very same day with the wicked temptress Callisto, he pressed down along her underbelly.<br/><br/>The long manhood the Bull possessed was on itself a member of wonder. It was thick, perhaps as thick as a small female's forearm, long and glistening with the fluids of his arousal that dripped from the slit it displayed on it's blunted tip. The monstrous creature pressed and rubbed itself against her tummy, leaving the wicked, sticky trail over her belly as if to demonstrate an ancient rite of fertility, one that his kind had never forgotten since the days of the very first Asterion. There were still many cultures throughout the planes and worlds and lands that marked their mates somehow prior to the actual mating - a display of power, of influence, of identity. Belonging.<br/><br/>A hand touched her down her own loins rather roughly - the four fingers on the minotaur's pawn not really able as the ones of an incubus would be - and yet, he touched her. Pressed against her, as if checking if she was really ready for him to mount her hard.<br/>