The way her anxiety was making her hands hold on his phallus more tightly had not been unnoticed by the minotaur. Her touch, cool as it was, made such pleasant friction against him that right when she lowered her back upon the leaves, he grunted in pleasure, some more of his juices dripping off his tip down on her hand. It's scent was powerful, and so finally Meabh could feel what was that scent deeply impregnated in the fur around M'Gul's loins.<br/><br/><strong>"...M'Gul is glad!"</strong>, he lowered himself to lick against her neck once more, his rough tongue rubbing eagerly against her, matting some of her hair that had been around her feature.<strong> "...But... Mab not ready? Must get Mab ready."</strong>, he told her as his hands caressed along her ass, reaching toward sher legs and suddenly parting them wide, viciously spreading her for him. And then, unceremoniously, the beast shoved a hand against her slit, it's large fingers seeking her tiny little orb in order to have her all wet and ready before he could invade her. He could always simply lay her down and fuck her silly, but if he broke her, he could not play with her again later...<br/><br/>So he pressed his fingerknuckles against her cunt, testing her, while the other hand reached up to her breasts. Holding one of them eagerly, he kneaded on the flesh, his thumb seeking her nipple to arouse her some more. It should work quickly enough to make her all wet and ready to him.