M'Gul's grin was growing wider and wider as he felt her moistness coming to rush against his fingers. She whimpered and whined under his touch in ways he never thought fairies could. She was pretty much alike the other girls, he was finding out her wetness was quite similar to any other girl's. Except for her chilly temperature, however.<strong>"...Stop? Why? Mab likes M'Gul, M'Gul likes Mab."</strong>, he explained to her as if talking to a child.<strong>"We mate. So we mate."</strong>, he growled as he caressed her still, inserting a sausage-thick finger on her cunt, and pressing deep into her, as deeply as possible.<br/><br/>He pressed against her longly once more before using his other hand to pull off her top, the cloth unbiding quickly under his strong grip, revealling her lovely breasts. For a moment, the minotaur imagined how beautiful she would look while breastfeeding and craddling a young, little bull on her breast. That image had him taking his hand away from her cunt, and pressing his bullhood against her once more, sliding it along her cool moistness, almost ready to invade her.