<strong>Erato and M’Gul </strong><br/><br/>He growled as her nails dug deeply enough into his hide to draw more than a little blood. It was stinging like the cuts her bladed whip delivered around his massive neck, and her legs were certainly powerful enough to slowly force the Bull to arche it sideways, her fierce movements coupling with his own. Damn, those were delicious legs, and M'Gul would relish having them against him otherwise. Few of the Damned were halfway as alluring as this one managed to be. He was finding it all halfway between enraging and amusing, for Erato was not behaving like his usual victims - for she was powerful, even fierce enough to batter his advances despite his most beneficent presence.<br/><br/>His spit falling all over the demoness' face in a drip of foam, his yellowed teeth inches away from her neck when she moved up to bite him. And then, he roared. He had not wanted to be here either! But somehow, having his moments with the Queen had made him relish this Layer, and want to remain around, to be the sovereign of succubi's defender and bodyguard. Why could not Erato accept this? Why did she had to intervene? And why, by the Seven Hells, didn't the Queen move to censure this purple-skinned bitch earlier? His presence here was torn between pleasure and damnation. "Aaahrrrgh!" He growled as he took a hand to smash rather feeble punches against her flank, to little avail. Her fangs dug deeper and deeper into his neck.<br/><br/>But he would not step away. If he did, he could bet that the smaller Erato could be way nimbler than he was. To fetch her and bring his strenght against her body would be too much difficult if she could slash and run - and there was always the possibility the capricious Queen cast him down if he could not deliver this punishment. He could notice how hiking her legs up made her so much vulnerable down bellow, so without much hesitation, the minotaur took his free hand to her loins and tore whatever little cloth she wore to conceal her modesty, uttering a ferocious, almost triumphant howl once he casted it aside. He could not really stare between them to witness whatever this whore bore between her legs.<br/><br/>And with a single, fluid movement of his hips, he connected his still hard beasty cock with her lower lips - and dug it deeply into her, hoping the rather unexpected invasion to bring Erato's defenses down, and with them, her will to fight on. She would like it. He would treat her with a well and through rutting, and the Ambassador would grow addicted to his treatments. He could tell.