At first... there was nothing daunting about the Queen that showed outrigth from her lovely form, though. M'Gul had the foolish hope that she would actually come towards him to offer him the treasure that was to release his sexual needs. There was just so many things left to do, and yet none could be done as long as he kept waving that mighty virile rod around. It was an image that most ancients would find comic - the lust-ridden beast, the animal, that acted around on instincts and basest of needs. The minotaur was personifying most of those stereotypes at that moment.<br/><br/>And she had moved towards him. Her scent could be felt, a particularly soft and yet strong, almost... purifying, as wickedly wrong that notion could have taken into the very depths of Hell. Looking down over the female, it was with more than a little tension on his nerves that he matched her stare. A stare that spoke of many things, that had been ancient already when Hell itself was new. There was something pent up on there, something he might have stirred in all the wrong ways. And that was assured to M'Gul not when she touched him, not when her fingers wandered around his frame, as he took a moment to glance down her soft, lovely hand. Her very touch was making him harder still, pulsating between his legs as the sensitivities of tact rushed all along his frame.<br/><br/>She had been perfect. In just so many ways, she was the apex of pure femininity as he was meant to be the one concerning masculine virility. At that moment, more than desiring to make Callisto pay for her misdeeds, M'Gul wanted to have this Queen of the Abyssal Layers.<br/><br/>And then, he noticed... she was not going kind on him.<br/><br/>Her hand moved too fast for him to even notice it changing position prior to the smashing clench she came to deliver. The pain was so sudden and debilitating that M'Gul had not known where she was touching him to make so terrible and fulfilling sensation rush through his every nerve. And he screamed. As loud as the yelping moans of those in pleasure, louder still than most of the pain-inducting whiplashes, he screamed. His bass voice made for an awful yell, a mix between a bovine mooing and a more human-like roar. All his fur had grown erect from the exciting pain, and for once he considered swinging the mighty arms at her - but the pain was too much for him to even move. He could try it, but what if the Queen had the same displacing powers of Callisto? Hell, if her proficiency was better?<br/><br/>With the growl going on for long moments as he tried to remain steady and straight, his legs trembled harder and harder still to the point of buckling down beneath him, bringing the mighty creature down... exactly as she wished him to. To his knees went M'Gul, before the Queen of Hell, Callisto being completely ignored as a hand of his came instinctivelly towards his loins, holding on the female's hand and trying to feebly pull her fingers open and away from his most sensitive of parts.<br/><br/><strong>"...Yes... I kneel, I kneel!"</strong>, he asked of her in despair, his large head coming to press against her thighs as he almost went down on crawling fours before her.<strong> "...S-Stop..." </strong>