The earth shook as the massive minotaur walked, heedless to the fairy's in his arms' struggles or lack of them, he simply walked off the village, getting into the dark woods, seeking for an appropriate place to enjoy her. She was surprisingly cool to the touch, and that might grow even colder. Grinning, M'Gul considered if she would also feel cold on her insides once he was mating with her. But right now, he merely walked, avoiding the lower branches in order not to scar neither himself nor his little, delicate prize. Was she was wicked as the beast that had her over his arm right now? He could not really tell.<br/><br/>For long minutes he took distance from the Village of the Woodfolk, trying to find himself a cove he could use alone with her, and soon he found it on a particularly dark grove. There was a small clearing where the sunlight penetrated the tall tree's canopy, even if otherwise there would be little light under it. A large boulder nested against two threes made this as fine a place as any to mate, and the floorbed of fallen leaves would make it easier on the little, petty girl he had caught.<br/><br/><strong>"Mine."</strong>, he grunted again, his tone serious yet amused, as he took one of his large, four-fingered hands to pat over the girl's ass.