Now that was unexpected.<br/><br/>Of all the things he thought the powerful yet smaller demoness, a... '<em>hug</em>' was not really the thing he had mostly expected. Maybe to hear her demaning him, toying and teasing him to the point of fury like Callisto had done, even lock him up on a dark pit and leave him there, forgotten. But that last once would most likely conflict with the notion that she had ended up '<em>making him bathe</em>'. To have him well cleaned - at least as possible - and changed into a more pleasant visage. She was shaping him for a particular objective in mind - and she obviously intended to have M'Gul close for some time, now.<br/><br/>A shiver runned down his spine as he felt her face gently pressing against his stomach. More than soon she would grow inebriated off his scent, a powerful, masculine musk that had always impregnated his pelt. She was... warm. And little. Just so small when compared to his towering, titanic bearing. The light flash he had seen when she finally stood naked before him now turned into something more... tactile. He could feel it when she touched and pressed against him, a powerful, eldricht presence that he could barely describe as delicious. It fulfilled his chest with pride and a sense of pleasure by just being wit her against him, her hans reaching longly along his flanks. He lowered himself a little more down the water so that her hands could touch each other and enlace against his very back, her face rubbing against his frame to reach up to the low of his very chest.<br/><br/><strong>"Is that so, my Queen?"</strong>, he asked her on a rather soft tone. A hand came down to delicately touch her hair, caressing her head softly as it also brought her as closely pressing against him as possible. The heat of the water combined with her own posture brought M'Gul quite a curious feeling down his very loins - for never before a female had touched him, pressed against him as willingly as his... Mistress was now doing.<strong>"...Why would you... hold me so, then?"</strong><br/><br/>He was once more growing aroused. But it was a different sense of alluring that worked upon him. Callisto won him on the teasing sensuality, on the experimentating licks and suckles. The Queen's magic, albeit alike, worked in a completely different way. She won him by being the perfect sort of female, one that a minotaur never seen in his lifetime - she... seemed willing. Willing to have him, to be his.<br/><br/>The hand that caressed her hair descended along her shoulders to press her closer against him. He could feel her heavy, wonderfully round breasts pressing and mashing against his muscled frame, and down bellow, he stirred and swelled to life once more.