On occasion, M'Gul had given it to her. Not refusing her simply - the minotaur was not that thick in the head to risk her displeasure out of acting as a numb dummy - yet, he showed off his arousal, his appreciating for her increasingly more... intense caresses with the low growl, the matching and hiked up groans and the whimpering moans he would give her every now and then.<br/><br/>They teasing game was one of pokes and nudges. She would give him some, and he would give her more. Like the indian's<em>potlach</em>- the cursed gifts that bound one to another until the metaphorical favour was 'paid off' with the offering of an even more valuable gift - his words were earning her touch more and more. Callisto was not a girl that did not know how to play, after all. And M'Gul respected her for taking upon herself to do it by their unspoken rules. He would give her the details, and surrender more shows of his arousal and need as she took himself more... fully into her gullet.<br/><br/>And then, once more, the little whore changed the game's rules.<br/><br/>It was just so sudden that M'Gul barely took a moment to appreciate her gesture into loosening hims bindings. Yet, he suddenly roared. A loud mooing sound that came deeply from within his chest as he said his disapproval. His anger.  He had been lost on enjoying that most delicious, wicked, slurping kiss against his glans when suddenly her warmth was replaced by a chilly sensation. Not that the room was cold at all, but her sudden movement and removal from his hardness had made him utter a loud whimper prior to voicing his displeasure.<br/><br/><strong>"You know how much."</strong>, he growled.<strong> "I want you. To mount you. To be into you as deep as I can... to shed my seed and fill you up, stuff you like Helicent was when I was done with the little wench."</strong>He suddenly pushed off his shoulder against the chains that bound his left arm - stretching those on the right. And suddenly, as he felt the chains on his legs sliding down, the heat down there unconfortable but never enough close to actually harm his thick, demon-bred hide, the loosened, weakened chains complained... and snapped. Not at the actual lenght of hellforged iron, but on the locking against the wall - a chunk of rock loosened up from the constant movements the jailed creature delivered. Callisto had not really fitted this room for a beast his size to inhabit, let alone enjoy him.<br/><br/>The chains upon his arms and chest loosened up quite quicky once he freed his right arm. M'Gul swatted at them, pushing them down and away from his black fur as he ponderously gave a step forward.<strong> "Cease it, succubus... You know that I want it... as hard as you do."</strong>The chains started to fall down, audibly racking the tiles as they were discarded by the large claws, that pulled them away from his frame.<strong>"...Come here."</strong>M'Gul finally said.<br/><br/>His arms were stretched, and now, freed, his full size could be put to bear. M'Gul was huge. He dwarfed Callisto even if she stood up as tall as she had ever been. His manhood obscenely dangled around, it's moist tip dingling droplets of both precum and drool around as he walked sluggishly towards the succubus at first. Maybe the wicked mind on her body finally deigned herself to actually let him participate of the wicked act? Maybe she wanted to feel some of his own control and prowess over her as she took him into her muzzle again? Or would she move down to let him mount her?<br/><br/>So many questions, and somehow M'Gul thought them all unlikely. Callisto was not as lecherously needy as some other succubus of legend. No, she was a temptress rather than a slut.