It was almost too much for him to withstand.<br/><br/>M'Gul was finding his situation one with quite some pleasant prospects of involvement and development. Being the personal bodyguard of the Queen of Hell - despite hearing that so many other demonesses also claimed such titles in hushed tones or secret places, was showing up to be a lot more than one would most usually expect from such a 'job'. The minotaur kept hilting himself into her, his natural girth and weight down her hips making each and every rocking motion not only shake her smaller body down, sending it against the rockbed, but also letting his lenght use her womanhood as a warm, welcoming sheat against his hardness.<br/><br/>His claws grew more fierce in their iron-grip against her waist, his grunts bull-like as he delved harder into his Mistress. There was no doubt of his utmost devotion. Perhaps it also had something to do with Nature? It was said that the Bull was the largest animal from the first domesticated by man, a king before the other cattle - fierce and muscled, strong enough not only to attract the female's attentions but also but himself to defend them all. Such a fierce creature, mixed up with the heritage of man, made the Minotaur, perhaps, take traits from both forefathers equally, a curse that blended in strenght and perhaps a base sort of cunning most would stupidly overlook.<br/><br/>Once more he leaned down to lick at her, his tongue trailing down her back and gathering the accumulated dropplets of sweat that the exercise and his heat, combined with the massive, thick blanket of fur he made of himself for the pale beauty that he rocked underneath his girth. It was like mounting a cow, except that she was much better in every regard. Her scent, her softness, her moans coupled with his own made the chamber, as rough it could be on the knees - chaffed almost bloody - be turned into a nest of their savage lovemaking. It was hard, even for M'Gul himself, to comprehend if that severe rut meant anything more than the simple need for release.<br/><br/>He grunted aloud, the sound echoing about the whole of the room and overtaking the sounds of the water, only diminished before the audible slaps of his groin against her rear, loud, clapping slaps whose pace never grew slower. He was having her, and he would have her again, no doubt, perhaps sooner than expected. Another slaps, gentler, he could hear. Footsteps, most certainly, but who could have the guts to interrupt their almost... divine mating? Profane it was, but there was something... unearthly and unnatural at it.