<strong>"You shall be silent."</strong><br/><br/>M'Gul growled once he finally stood up. They were alone on the Throne room now that the Queen herself had left it with one another fo the gifts her infernal servants had brought her.  She had threatened him right before his new mate and Mistress. Was she that stupid? The Minotaur grew furious, but beyond his powerful command towards her for shutting up, he concealed his rage under a facade to expressionless features. After all, for that his bovine side worked quite well - to conceal him. Most did not really knew how to read the face of a Bull, less so with him.<br/><br/>Standing up tall and mighty from the Throne that he would held for his Queen as long as she allowed and favoured him to the task, M'Gul suddenly roared his displeasure. Erato would not escape him, and despite her physical prowess - similar enough to his own might so that she managed to pull him from his Mistress and throw him off away. He stood up, stretching his powerful arms before he leaped without any warning, covering up the distance between Erato and the Throne even as she started to lift her arm, the wicked razor on the end of her whip flickering in the air, ready to tear a nasty gash against his thick hide as she had tried to stop his charge.<br/><br/>But the efford was feebled down once his left hand closed around her forearm, and the whip fell to the ground as he suddenly twisted her arm painfully in a quick movement. However, Erato was once the Queen's foremost protector, and she would not allow herself to be bested by such a monstrosity from the Lower Layers. Her leg came up to try swatting her knee against his underbelly, but the Minotaur took the blow with a slight grunt but little more. M'Gul's scent of wet fur overpowered her for a briefest of moments, just enough so that he could give her head a straight, open-fisted smash. It's palm landed upon the purple-skinned succubus' nose, sending her head violently back as he still held her arm.<br/><br/>She lost her balance. The whole world had gone to black and grey and blinking, glimmering stars as she grunted back, and started to fell. Her legs would feel weak for some moments, and she could hear the malignant snort of the minotaur as M'Gul held her true from the ground and threw her back to the floor just before the Throne.<br/><br/>And again, he would be all over her. This time, he crouched against her laying form as she struggled against herself to clear her mind and vision from the dulling pain. His hands came for her own forearms again, trying to pin her down the floor in a wrestle match between such physically powerful hellish fiends.<br/><br/>