And then, he had her. Meabh was his. Utterly his. For amongst his kind, even in those corrupted by the fiendish blood of the Lower Planes, the males remained with their mates as was just proper, provinding them shelter and care, and even a wicked kind of affection. One could call it love, for as long as they cared for his children, sown into their wombs, there was little evil the monstrous beast would do them. Right now, however, the act of conceiving such spawn was in the taking, and poor was the fairy that had to withstand such devilish pounding.<br/><br/>For M'Gul moved deep into her. He could sense her tension, how he had taken all her breath out of her in that single shove that had her womb moving and her internal organs rearranging themselves around his invading rod. She squealed and whimpered, yet M'Gul grunted in pleasure. She was so tight. So cold. It was both refreshing and chilly - as if he had been forcing his boiling hot cock into snow. It was queer at first, but also weirdly pleasant. So slowly, he retreated from her insides, feeling how it was making it all sloppy - her leaking fluids running against his heavy balls, matting all the fur with her mint-like scent.<br/><br/><strong>"D-Delicious. Good... Ooooh... So cute."</strong>, he grunted as he mounted her, caressing her frame with his own as her breasts rubbed against his strong, muscled body. He moved into her, into long, slow movements that reached deeper and deeper still into the fairy. She was fucked.