He held her against him, moaning, feeling up the way her flow coated down his whole loins, her cool wetness dripping along his rod to cover his balls in a dew as he kept moving her atop him with powerful hands cramped against her waistline. M'Gul moved further into her, feeling how even in what would be called a more... 'active' positiong the fairy would surrender to him.<br/><br/>And so, before long, her movements were finally doing it for him. She was so tight! So temptatingly chilly! He caressed her fair, little face once more, caresssing her cheek with a large thumb softly before the Bull suddenly grunted. And there, where suddenly was cold, a boiling heat spreaded into Meabh's insides with a flow like a broken dam as the minotaur exploded with a loud moan and roar. At first, it was just a dripple into her, but soon it was a full release. It was so much, the level actually was enough to fill her sore, abused womb. And yet some more of it gushed outside, the corrupted seed invading her loins, ready to impregnate her every egg with the minotaur's own progeny.