The way she moved, the way she smelled... was a completely new experience for the beast. The minotaur had never... not abused the females handed him. Albeit some of the tormented souls eventually became more and more compliant to their... 'favourite' mates, it was no true consentment. It was never. Even Callisto, the succubus, had gone down to tease and provoke an angered reaction out of him, his own mindless passion bringing him to move as he would against one of the females he had been meant to violate. However... with the Queen, all was feeling up different.<br/><br/>She rubbed against him. There were little other ways to describe just how the demoness was pressing against him, so he took his time to enjoy this very new experience. It wasn't unpleasant, not at all. On contraire, having her against him was being most pleasant. Perhaps the tasks that would end up being laid upon his mighty shoulders would never be as difficult as otherwise, as long as he could share such willing intimacies with his new sponsor.<br/><br/><strong>"...I can tell you. It is a tale as ancient as time itself."</strong>, he said as softly as he could, and yet his voice roared like blunt thunder. Like a rockfall scrapping against the naked wall of a scarred cliff.<strong> "I am... unnatural."</strong>, he nodded as his hands slid softly as he could against her waistline, tasting her flesh with his rough palms. He pressed her gently down against his thickness, letting her feel he was getting more than ready to take things further on her own discretion. Not minding kneeling at all, he actually enjoyed serving as her... throne. More would he do it if she desired to hold audiences while atop himself!<br/><br/><strong>"We are all descendants from the greatest and first of our breed."</strong>, he said softly, taking his time with her. And yet, something he did suddenly to denounce just how... 'tamed' he was - closing his face against her exposed, vulnerable neck, the creature suddenly licked her. His tongue, long and heavy, pressed against her pale, smooth skin softly, his drool  marking the passing of his tongue as it marked her visage eagerly. The lick took long moments to be done with, running from her shoulder proper up to her very cheek, tasting her as a delicacy.<br/><br/>A grin came to his blocky teeth.<strong>"...My Queen has heard the legend of Asterion? Of Pasiphae, and Minos?"</strong>, he asked her, rubbing against her legs gently, a hand coming to hold against her slender, elegant tummy as a matter to press her back against him still, and bring to his mind some yet more wicked ideas.