Once again she was lost in that blissful, sinful and quiet state which she often sought on her own or just before the prey. His bold gesture deepened the sensation instead of disturbing the reverie, as the Queen felt his tongue tasting the flawless skin from the top of her shoulder, along the side of her neck, reaching to her cheek and leaving her skin erect albeit the hot temperature in the room. Slowly she let down one of her arms, letting the other to rest curled around his neck and grabbed his free hand, gently placing it atop her round breasts. It felt soft and pleasant, like those times when she indulged in royal furs, seducing kings from the human realm.<br/><br/>She had known proud Minos, the first king to bear that name, one of the few wise rulers of mankind from the time. His nephew however, became known as a tyrant and had made many mistakes against the gods, inferior beings to which humans used to pay homage back then.  Long after Minos had died, the Queen no longer paid interest to his kingdom, but even she had heard the stories about Pasiphae, wife of the second Minos, cursed by Poseidon to fall in love with a bull. To think that one accursed event could lead to a whole new breed of creatures. This only strengthen her belief, that creation of life should not be left to inferior creatures, not even to humans who in the eyes of God were placed above others.<br/><br/>His slow movements caused reactions within her own body, arousing her slowly, but surely. While for M’Gul it might have been the first time someone gave him love willingly, for the Queen it was the first time she could take pride in grasping the embodiment of wilderness itself.<br/><br/>“I have not heard it…not wholly.” she whispered against his ear, keeping her eyes closed, moving slowly against him with heated, molten passion. This was her way of urging him to continue. For far too long she didn't receive the gift of stories...there were few in hell eager to relate between screams and moans.<br/><br/>She felt his breath hitching as she wrapped her legs around the back of his knees, taking a better grip on him, using the leverage her position made to move with greater strength. The Queen arched her back slightly, unable to do it further under his pressing touch, taking pleasure just from her movements against him. “How much of humanity is left within your blood, M’Gul?” she asked more to herself, not wanting to interfere any longer.<br/><br/>