<strong>"...A lot."</strong><br/><br/>The minotaur grunted, grinning down at Meabh as she kept stroking him, both hands on his phallus. She was somehow learning that the best day to deal with the situation was simply like that - swallowing any sort of pride and simply enjoying it, lending both hands to the task. He shivered gently as he leaned forward, towards the fairy, letting her hands feel the heat of his prick and the shadow of his body, covering her whole as he leaned forth. His balls, heavy and furred, stood right under the stump of his bullhood, the wink on his eyes every now and then as she looked down to them curiously.<br/><br/>He reeked of arousal. It took most of his selfcontrol to simply stand there talking to the girl rather than shoving her on the floor and fucking her until he was dry. And right now, he was terribly full. One of his hands caressed her hair still, marvelling at how chilly she seemed to be to the touch, as frozen meat did on the winter.<strong>"Mab is very pretty."</strong>, he told her again.<strong>"Mab gonna be M'Gul's mate and be with many children until day is over."</strong><br/><br/>The growl on his throat came out louder once he pulsated into her hands. Taking a hand towards her head, he suddenly brought her face closer, almost bashing her forehead against the tip of his massive bullhood in the movement. And then, he leaned over her, pressing her against the flatbed of leaves.<strong>"...Mab is mine."</strong><br/>