Callisto's gaze dropped from glancing upward at his eyes to his ever swelling loin cloth. Her fingers still rapidly massaging his thighs and sensually raking small tender strokes with her fingernails in a manner much more firm than would be needed on the smooth skin of a human prisoner. The shaggy surface of M'Gul's body required that rather than light strokes to tease him, that would probably do little more than tickle him if he felt them at all... Callisto had to put a little more strength into it.<br/><br/>She stopped... her fingertips holding still for a small moment, ridiculously amazed at how his loin cloth had managed to survive her intricate unwinding earlier. She had been so sure that she had entangled and unwrapped it enough that as his member hardened within it, the pressure on the cloth would be too great and it would simply come undone. It appeared she had underestimated the fabric and the fact that she was too busy examining his different face and horns while she did it meant that she wasn't able to do all the damage to the fabric that she had imagined.<br/><br/><em>Well... she would remedy that.</em><br/><br/><em>"Looks can be deceiving... my brutal beast..."</em>she uttered as her fingertips now began to walk inward. At first... just her index and middle fingers from both hand traced a series of poking jabs as they mock-walked in along his thigh and began poking a series of jabs against the thickened fabric of his bulging loin cloth. At first, just the two fingers danced along the trailed knots, as her middle finger jabbed in against the crease of the folding cloth, she let it wriggle about, tickling him yes... but also stretching and delicately ripping the cloth at that one modest crease due to how it was knotted. Her left hand's index finger repeated the process... finding another intricate crease due to how it was knotted and as she let her fingertip pressure against it, wriggling and straining the loin cloth's modest creasing, she ended up causing a series of loosened knots.<br/><br/>The way she could tell the fabric was loosening was the shape at which the creature's erection began to stiffen and alter the cloth. It was no longer bound by it's original formula of design. It was now more subservient to the rising penile tide beneath it. Small portions of knot strained and began to unwind as his member increased it's thickness and shape alterations caused the loin cloth to begin to subside... small knots first reducing themselves to fluttering extensions leaning down over his thickness when otherwise, they would have been wrapped in a coiled knot designed to refrain and cover it up.<br/><br/>Callisto's tongue darted out over her lips... a small teasing motion that she deliberately let him see if only he was glancing down at her at that time, though the primary reason being that she could once more moisten them to speak to him. Her left hand placed itself lightly on a random surface of his growing member, still hidden by the loin cloth, as though the warmth of her hand itself might aid in speeding his erection into a more throbbing pace.<br/><br/>With her right hand... she let her fingertips graze out against his thigh again, but taking advantage of slightly spread legs... she let her palm lide inside. Her fingers pinched and squeezed as they moved inside his thighs and as her hand turned upward, she let them estimate where she might be able to tickle and stroke his balls. The loin cloth had done a good job of preventing them from falling freely... so using the outline of the cloth in order to judge, she let her palm gently yet significantly rub back and forth slowly beneath him. She was not interested in ripping the loin cloth off herself... no-... this had become a small game. She would tease him, sensually manipulate him and sexually arouse him to such a point that his member itself would gain a stiff weight that could no longer be supported by the loin-cloth. Generally it would... but with her artistic degrading of it's integrity, the stretching of it's knots... the loosening of it's creases... she figured it was just a matter of time before the fabric rested against his waist but several knotting extensions would be brought to hang off his length and dangle around him rather uselessly.<br/><br/>"What makes you think I need to release you to... play?"<br/><br/><br/>(http://mikes-images.com/eps/sac1/images/sac1_mq_163sd.jpg)