The minotaur's own eagerness almost eclipsed his mind into walking straight towards carelessness. She was small, petite, her body alluring and her words and acts making him crave more and more of her touch, and yet, there must be something else he was missing on this delicious little demoness. What could it be? Callisto stared at him with a wicked grin. She had something in her mind, some dirty trick up her sleeve, and sooner rather than later she would be doing something to act upon it. Was there another trap? Was she stronger than she seemed? Her body had been shaped for speed, he knew already from the very curves of her rear and bosom, of how her flanks were long and slender.<br/><br/>The chains dangled as he moved, and then, suddenly, the beast darted. M'Gul was too big and ponderous to be that fast, but yet the minotaur knew tricks of his own too. The hooves had almost made him leap into a pounce against Callisto, his head going tall so not to pierce her with his horns, his powerful, large hands reaching down for her waist while his bullhood dangled obscenely as a priapitic reminder of his virilite, of his need, of what was driving his force.<br/><br/>Before she could move, his furred, rough hands caught her. Before anything, a minotaur survived as a hunter. He brought her towards the ground underneath him, his knees audibly crashing against the tile as he moved her under his frame in order to constrain her as his phisique would allow. M'Gul stared down on her, his breathing a little more excited as he moved too quickly from a long moment of inactivity. He could get a bruise or too, but he shook it all off as he had Callisto on his hands. He looked down on her, drool escaping from the edge of his lips as he looked towards the blonde succubus' face.<br/><br/>It was deceivingly angelic, some would say. And yet, he had learned her own wickedness. Maybe it was time for her to experiment his own treatment to those sinful. His hardness was still turgid and pulsating, somewhat more given the exertion. Slowly he pressed it against her, the greasy, lubed member sliding between her legs like a slow-moving, mighty piston just engaging on basic motion. He allowed her to feel inch after inch of his massive prick as it snaked it's way towards her navel, until his massive balls were down pressing against her loins themselves. If tried to be put and tucked into her., it would breach her down to the very edges of her ribcage. There was no way it would fit inside a human woman without making massive internal damage to her organs - and the souls down Hell were meant to feel such intense and exquisitive pain. But to a succubus? ...She should adjust her insides to it, despite the pain. Relish it, even.<br/><br/><strong>"...Be ready, then... for I am mating you."</strong>