Even soft, M’Gul’s voice threatened to shatter the Queen’s eardrums. She could tell by his grip that the beast was tamed and compliant. His large hands pressed her body against his in an even tighter embrace.<br/><br/>“Why indeed…” had been the Queen’s answer, now more than aware of his hardness pushing against her slender frame. She could almost taste his arousal, its magnificent intensity promising untold powers. The gentleness of M’Gul’s hold on her was suprising and yet so suited to his appearance…old and new.<br/><br/>Swiftly but with grace, she released him, turning around while his hands were still on her shoulders. With her back against him, the Queen glided down gently, raising her arms and placing her hands on both sides of his face, dragging M’Gul towards the water. While he had to bend his knees in order to follow her move, she would sit on his lap, leaned against him like in an oversized armchair. His hardness was throbbing between her thighs, but she paid no mind to it.<br/><br/>Then she relaxed comepletly. Her hands came together around his neck while she leaned her head against his shoulder. The water made ripples around them, half bathed as they were in it.<br/>“How do creatures like you come to exist?” she asked with curiosity, partly wanting to hear the sound of his booming voice once more.<br/>