Opening his eyes to stare down at how Callisto had him under her touch, her utmost control, M'Gul slowly started to appreciate the situation. For it was surely different than what the overseer had been used to. Delivering punishments on the lower layers had been quite a fine job for the muscled fiend, and very, very pleasant. The screams and moans both would have earned him some fondness to his victims, but never before had the minotaur been... held like this. He was meant to be subservient in this situation.<br/><br/>Should he? The feeling was different. Albeit he closed his hands, he moved his head to look down more properly as he felt her hands once more teasing against his rough, thick hide. The feeling was... interesting. Pleasant, even though M'Gul wasn't in the least accustomed to this sort of treatment. He groaned, however, in pleasure as the sensations overtook his mind as her hand suddenly slid further along his legs and into his most hallowed,  sensitive region. Albeit the skin that covered most of his body was thicker than a human's would, comparingly, his dangling jewels were as sensitive as any man's. She could feel how they were also very furred, and a glimpse through the way she slid her hand down would tell her how black and rugged they were.<br/><br/>The result was almost instantaneous. Once she craddled his balls and started to rub against them, the swelling could not be put down even if the minotaur had willed it. The thougths about having her, of mating her, of making Callisto groan his name as he shoved himself against her and into her once more coursed through his nerves. Despite the chains, M'Gul moved his groin forward, protuding it as if showing off and offering himself for her. His arousal had himself growing to his full lenght and hardness quite quickly under her touch right against his nuts - and quite as she had predicted, suddenly the stress and pressure made the loincloth scurry down and away to the side of his lenght. On one side, her hand reached to touch him - so the loincloth slid towards the other.<br/><br/>What suddenly was displayed for her was so bestial that it only matched the creature that bore it. The minotaur growled in pleasure, looking down towards the demoness and yet grinning. He wanted her to go on. He wanted her to keep playing.<strong>"...I-Indeed..."</strong>, he finally awnsered as the bullhood moved towards her face. It was thick. Pretty thick. Almost as thick as the wrist of a man, and almost as long as an equine. It's shape too was like one, the tip stunted down like a chopped cone. Around the tip that slowly flared with arousal, little ridges could be noticed. The foreskin had pulled itself down as the member swelled, but was still quite noticeable. It was a darker shade of the brown-and-black coat that M'Gul wore, the tip a more coffee-like colour while the stump matched the sack's own tone.<br/><br/>It was long. It was thick. It was an apex of the masculine form. A breathing manifest of virility. Once the loincloth fell around, the scent of his musk filled up the room - as if a warm wind had blown right against Callisto's face. It spoke of need. Of arousal. Of mating, rut and rape. It's slit glistened as his workings started to run. The scent of sex and dried seed was faintly there too. And spearing against her lowered position, it almost... screamed for her.