<strong>M’Gul, entangled with the Queen</strong><br/><br/>It was such a different feeling.<br/><br/>Not unpleasant. Not at all, never unpleasant. To have the Queen against him was as if he was touching and angel… and the monster couldn’t know how close to the truth his current thoughts were. His hands at first were just so very timid to explore back the feminine body of the archfiend that he now had against his lap, a power that few other Masters of Hell wielded with such passion. And none could instill the least desire of what she was right now providing him with. His heat was growing once more as the steam in the air was not as nearly as dulling as the boiling water; even though as relaxing as itself was.<br/><br/>Reclining back with no resistance whatsoever, giving way and room for that lovely, smooth paleness that touched him on her own, just like the most broken of Souls he had ever mated. For down the Third Layer, M’Gul had only known a touch as inquisitive and… needy of his treatment in those that had learned to enjoy, to crave, to lose their minds for his touch, for his mounting. The ones that had been around for more time, the ones that had already bore the wicked children the beast’s seed was proud to present them; only those would ever come on their own to be with the minotaurs.  Taking his time, M’Gul slowly moved on his own to adjust the Queen’s legs so she would be much more confortable on his lap, her thighs over his and managing just to move them around his flanks – but not as much as to lace them around his back. Not yet, at least. The pose, however, would bring her own loins to press against his turgid hardness that stood tall and proud between the two of them.<br/><br/>A soft grunt would once more escape his lips as he stared at the Queen’s eyes. Those were deep, and as ancient as the Layers of Hell itself, he could guess if not tell. It was a sound much more alike to a purr of pleasure than that of warning. She could feel his precum leaking gently from his slit, running down his length a little – a very thick sort of liquid, the color whiteish and yet with different, more greenish shades depending upon the glow upon it. The scent of it, with his very musk, was indeed terribly powerful.<br/><br/>One of his powerful hands came to shyly press and touch against her rear, testing the tautness of her generous yet wonderfully shaped buttock. He clawed at it gently, feeling her shape, her roundness, kneading on it as one would against the paste make of a pastry. He felt her eagerly, his touch growing more bold as he felt that, somehow, she wanted him more… savage. What use was a beast if it was less than beastly? The conundrum amused him, making M’Gul grin as he leaned against the Queen’s chest, pressing his face against her smooth bosom, nesting his features against her as would a child against it’s caring mother.<br/>