Finally!<br/><br/>The moan - for it was a true moan that M'Gul uttered - was loud, almost a whimper of desire, when he finally felt the demoness coming down against his hardness. Maybe he was pleasing her. Maybe he was even arousing her enough to the point where she would let him loose... and maybe, just maybe, let him mount her properly, like a bull covered his cow. Maybe? Well, he should certainly show himself in the utter bliss she was bringing him. Maybe the flattery would win more and more of her favours over? It was slighty shaming for the minotaur to allow himself to be shown as... subservient... to such petty, little demoness. Still... his options were not as he could have hoped to have, so he'd embrace and relax. Enjoy her touch...<br/><br/>There was something so utterly erotic on being bound. Restrained. Not that he enjoyed it, but to be subject to the caresses of the succubus upon her own will instead of his made the experience thrilling. Like nothing he had ever felt before. It was... delicious. His groans went louder for a while as he felt her teeth once more coming to tease him, but then... her tongue... her lips... all shutted closed against his bullhood. The massive prick throbbed some more as he felt her slowly licking against his very tip. The excitement had to course, so there he gave her some more of his precum as it coursed and leaked off him directly into her muzzle.<br/><br/>It was very salty, yet with a tinge of sweetness upon it, like some delicacies she had once experimented upon the Earth.  And that was just a small taste, for there was much more of it, thicker and richer, boiling down his jewels. Her touching caresses were just... taking him almost to the edge but not quite. She was careful enough not to overexcite him, and so M'Gul worked against the incoming climax as much as he could - and that meant a lot for one whose duty was to delay the end of tormenting for as long as possible.<br/><br/>He could feel the chains against him. Her tongue, sultry like velvet, caressing his hardness. Her fingers, colder yet surprisingly gentle on how she crossed her nails against his skin, making him throb on the sensations. Her mouth was warm and wet, just so very... moist.<strong>"Yet... Helicent... was laid against an ancient rug... It reeks of seed and blood and fluids all, for upon it I visit retribution to the sinners."</strong>, he went on, craving that her caresses never diminished.<br/><br/><strong>"...There... I laid her on the ground. Her nails were weak, her punches feeble... her stare, powerful."</strong>, he said as she took him a little further.<strong>"...I spreaded up her legs down there, and showed her my... bullhood.</strong>", he nodded.<strong>"She was... scared... and amazed as I laid the hardness between her spreaded up legs, the reach of my lenght against her tummy and covering her navel. I rubbed my... balls against her cunt softly to let her get used to the idea... to let her fill her mind with terror."</strong>