<strong>Surprised, but struggling still</strong><br/><br/>Damned be her! This demoness knew some tricks of her own, and the Bull growled as the beast she took him to be, feeling the lacerating scratches of her whip against his muscled, powerful neck. The hide was too thick for the chain-like whip to do any more than painful scratches, and she had not the true momentum to wield it properly, but still it stung terribly. Her words had indeed disarmed him for a long moment, enough for her to take the moment and trash him about, but it would not happen again. M'Gul would fall for a trick, yes, but only once. Any further attempts would have him reacting in some fashion.<br/><br/>His forehead stung too, for her smash had been fierce and the Hellstone Throne was unwielding. He had indeed for a moment grunted as she pressed and massaged his lenght with her knees - a rather different but strangely pleasing experience, that numbed him enough until finally feeling her teeth shoving into his hide. He mooed aloud in pain before having her taking his horn and bashing him on the stone, but it would take her more to undo him. After all, as it was expected, somehow both the demoness and the minotaur had sizeable, comparable strenghts in their physiques.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll show it to you, bitch."</strong>He snarled, feeling her move her hips in order to try and roll him over. The movement would have Erato over his lap, ready to lash at his face, and the prospect of having her on control and ready to gouge out his eyes was none too pleasant. M'Gul brought a large hand towards Erato's face, quick but awkward given his position, the open fist closing aroung the demoness' head and forced it down to where she had laid underneath him - her legs trying to hold her current locking position, but the sudden fierceness of the movement, coupled with a gentle shift on the minotau's knee - that brought it to connect against between Erato's legs - had M'Gul forcing her head down the floor - the shock of the back of her skull against the stone making a loud thunderclap-like sound and filling Erato's sight with stars and blinking spots once more.<br/><br/>This time it would take her longer, so M'Gul moved as quickly as he could, shaking his head to move the numbness away, his fist closed over her face keeping her sight darkneed, his fingers rubbing against Erato's own horns as the minotaur forced her strong legs away with some effort. Erato tried to twist her body away feebly, however, her nails clawing angrily against his furred arm but doing little damage overall. The whole motions had her whip chaffing more and more deeply on his neck, but he did not care as he swatted both her legs up with a sweep from his other arm, suddenly having the both of her marvellous legs straight up and rubbing against his muscled, massive chest.<br/><br/><strong>"I have my own gifts from you, but they are certainly more... pleasant. You'll grow addicted to them, no doubt."</strong>He growled as finally he other hand closed against Erato's insistent grip on her whip, twisting it around painfully, trying to have her let go of it as he moved to have her legs almost bending over his shoulders and against his back.