The way she squirmed and moaned and moved underneath him, as her sheat contracted tighter against his rod made M'Gul grunt and moan as she did, except into a much deeper, bass tone. He grunted and shoved that massive prick into the dark fairy, giving meaning for her being. Some in the woods questioned what difference one laid between dark fairies and the other kinds of sprites, besides their chilly, frosty theme. But the minotaur knew. While a fairy would be squirming and crying underneath such meat, Meabh grunted and groaned and asked for more. She was as luscious as any beast. Only a Maenad or a Nymph could ever hope to match the sexual appetites of these little creatures.<br/><br/>But he would not last long.<br/><br/>Even as he shook her against the ground, she crammed against him even tighter, adding a sort of exquisitive pain to the rut. It was.... blissful, yet terribly tightening. His balls could not withstand it any longer. Suddenly, M'Gul rolled on his back, the rod into Meabh and his massive hands bringing her with him to settle the fairy to ride up his lap, straddling him. To ride a savage bull. Soon, he would unleash his flow into her, but not as of yet.<br/>