But then, as bull-headed as he was, M'Gul decided to turn things up a little more... heatedly.<br/><br/>His glaring gaze came from the Queen towards Callisto. His hardness still throbbed down his loins, and he cursed this slut for doing to him. Now, without a female soul to torment and release himself into, the excited member would become a hindrance in walking around and even trying to fend off any further agressions from the succubi. He could walk free from the room, but how long would it be until they were getting him down to fetters once more? The world had gone black once, and then he woke up under the blonde devil's wicked hands.<br/><br/>And then, the idea started to work inside his brain as he looked around himself. They were dismissing him, he knew, but the demonesses' eyes stared at him with a mix of amusement and cruelty. They thought about having some fun at his expense. These lecherous creatures thought himself as an animal, so perhaps he should act the role. Or better, he would make Callisto's situation worse as he could. The little bitch had turned him on too hard, and now abandoned him to, what? Stroking himself with abandon down to the fatidic release? That was not the way of a breeder, not the way of a true minotaur.<br/><br/><strong>"No."</strong><br/><br/>The word echoed about as if he was starting to mount up some sort of resistance that could certainly upset the rather... fragile balance between them all into the room. It was evident that the Queen was the commanding presence here. She talked and dismissed Callisto and himself with the air of arrogance the more powerful of archfiends usually displayed - too taken by their own self-indulgence to care for lesser servants more than a mere glance. He stared bluntly towards the Queen, his eyes growing tighter as he took the moment to stare upon her more feminine assets. The black gaze rushed around all of her body, from her bust down to her hips, as if analizing a new prey.<br/><br/><strong>"You brought me to this state.",</strong>he growled, refeering to Callisto, yet his eyes still on the Mistress of this Layer.<strong>"And the Queen owns you. It is her fault too that I remain like this."</strong>, M'Gul declared as his hand came down to his rod, stretching and pumping it up and down, the foresking going along the shaft obscenely.<strong>"...I demand that you... or your servant, whoever is fit..."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"...End up what was started."</strong><br/><br/>It was too reckless. He would have done better into simply demanding from the Queen that Callisto got on her knees and back to the task she had been delivering prior her playful, cruel mood setted in. Yet, somehow, the pose of overconfidence that escaped the older fiend's frame had somehow been... stirred by his presence. Maybe his staring did some more to it, for the scents he caught up in the hideously perfumed, sweet air, started to look more distinct. There was the scent on Callisto, so utterly mortal. There was the ancient flavour of the Queen, his own overpowering, virile and masculine musk... and something else.