One of the beast's hands groped her gently as she had given him 'leave' to do so when guiding his touch up there. She was so smooth. He could feel how mushy and fleshy her heavy bosom was under the grip of his powerful, rough palm. He squeezed her gently, testing her tautness, experimentating with her flesh her attributes. He could feel a rather swollen little tip against his hand as he moved it around, and found it refreshing to notice that he actually was having some effect to arouse the Queen. Had she not been amused by their current position, locked and interwined togheter almost as closely as lovers would, would he ever tell such touch against his skin?<br/><br/>Minos still kept his place - or so he heard - as one of the Judges of Souls. Likewise with Radamanthys, the cursed judge was sent down to pay for his greed and pride before the Gods themselves. Taking his other hand to touch gently upon the Queen's tummy yet some more, M'Gul stopped to think about it. Had Succubi ever been able to reproduce? They certainly were made to claim a male's seed - every single one of them was quite alluring to any being that possessed a phallus between it's legs. They could collect it from anyone given enough effort.<br/><br/><strong>"Not much."</strong>, he replied with a sudden tone of amusement, enjoying that the situation was so. The less human, the better in a minotaur's mind. Humans were weak, small and pathetic creatures that were not worthy of the blooms the Power Above had ended up giving them. Petty and mean, they would never be worth his attention were they not some of the most pleasant partners to breed with. Well, on his mind, so far. He never had a succubus before.<strong>"Minos was proud. A King from an Island called Krete, that was mighty and ancient yet on his time before all of the land."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Wishing for a suitable sacrifice to offer the Gods for his benevolent rule and prosperity, the King demanded and prayed for one such adequate gift to offer them. So it was that the God of the Seas sent a white bull, massive, strong and beautiful, from the foam of the beaches."</strong>, he said gently, licking her once more - this time on the other side of her head, loving how she was not cringing from his gestures. He just... loved her taste.<br/><br/>Her movement were making him all the harder, and yet he couldn't just bend her over and mount her. Well, he did not knew about that. At least for now.<strong> "...A magnificent prize. A blessing from the hand of the Gods themselves... and Minos changed his mind."</strong>