I hope you don't mind that I can't look like a gentleman very much... He sighed.

In spite of his words - sounding almost like regret, Netta almost jumped when she felt his hands begin roving, cupping, squeezing with hands the size of an animal's paws, showing how dexterous they could be, fingers dancing on curves, palming hollows freely with the boldness of a man who had returned from the land of death.

No, not a man...

If only she could give into this. If only he truly could grant wishes, she would wish that she was brave - bold enough - to give into this without fear of this unknown.

Yelping, Netta leaped backwards as she felt a hand grasp over the curve between the back of her thighs, the touch making her feel as though it were possessive. As soon as she moved, however, she instead found that as she did, his arms came up unerringly to stop her movement. He trapped her gently, then pressed her to his body. Through the fabric of her clothing she could feel his heat and with the contrast of the cold, Netta could feel her nipples harden until they were as hard as stone.

Oh, Goddess. She didn't realize that she had said them in Ash's mind until she felt him answering back, not in a word, but in an image.

Netta felt the thought of her laying on her back, nude and writhing, as the Monster probed her deeply with a tongue - not one that belonged on any human. He tasted, laved with an inhuman tongue, rolling and massive. This was his twisted interpretation, she felt, of him taking his communion from her - taking her body into his own.

He was not coolly going through the motions; rather, he was feasting on her, his mouth grinding on her as she helplessly made a grab for his hair, reaching up and could feel then her fingers tangle in the thick mass.

What astonished her, however, was not the shock of such an intimate, wild vision - but the question of if she had truly done such a thing - and with this creature. Not only that - but how often had she done it? Some aspect of herself - perhaps not conscious - knew this one's wild, dark frenzy.

There was no time to further take in this realization, as she felt compelled to react to this vision - she hesitated before she pulled in that image, her fingers twisting, locking themselves in his hair.

And then she was crying out into his mouth as he pinned her, tongue shoving astonished lips open, back in the snow-covered woods.

This was no lover's kiss, but was rather a feeding frenzy as his mouth seemed to invade hers as though she were an extension of him, his tongue boldly writhing in her mouth. She could feel her shocked cry reverberate first in her mouth, then his, swallowed up by the insistent moan that came from Ash.

She pulled, feeling her inhibitions slipping away by the moment. His mouth came loose from hers as though a seal and been broken. Her lips felt bruised.

Ash looked down at her, and his hair had been pushed aside to reveal deep red eyes. They were a potent comparison to the snow, a true Monster's glow in them. His mouth, plush with use, hung open, revealing the teeth of the "man" - the boy - that she had once dreamed to give herself to with all of her heart. Sharp, his teeth looked like they belong to a fiend - and, she could suppose, they did.

There was no time to consider the fact that she had gotten some of her memory of this Monster back - she was drawn into him, as though hypnotized.

Come here, Netta, bind us together once more. Even in her mind, Ash's voice was primal and vulnerable, an air of urgency to his words that gave them a sincerity that still managed to shock Netta. He followed up with closing his mouth, setting his jaw straighter and his eyes narrowing as he looked at her closely. You aren't still wanting a human by now, are you? After all we've been through together?

Netta felt her eyes open widely as she realized the truth of what she had said. The moment that she thought that Ash had left her, all thoughts of the man that she had hardly ever kissed had left her as she was faced with the reality of losing the man that she had mated with.

Ash shuddered aloud and in her mind. There was something so intimate about the sound in her mind, somehow more intmate and penetrative than the actual act of sex, as her mind bounced around the sound until it seemed to fill her. Oh, Nettles, give yourself to me now, do it.

Neith looked up at him and felt his need infecting her until she felt hot, even surrounded by the snow.

Wordlessly, she felt her hands reaching up to touch his chest, hands fanning wide in a futile attempt to span the expanse of his wide, leanly powerful chest, fingertips scratched by the feel of the rough hair that started in a thin line down his belly and spread up his abdomen and across his chest, thickest in the center. She felt a trembling begin first in her hands as she touched him, starting to make her elbows vibrate before spreading up to her shoulders.

She shut her eyes and tried to make herself think clearly, pushing aside the fog of Ash's doing that had descended - infecting - her mind. This was nothing like a human relationship - or anything that existed in nature, except perhaps for a parasite's relationship with a host. For now, she had one last chance to give herself freedom - to cut off a powerful being that would no doubt be empowered by their partnership. Might even somehow, manage to devour her.

She remembered, then, words spoken to her, growled against her ear by a mouth filled with sharp teeth when she had once barely been a woman. I cannot be tamed. I am no damned pet. Those words had been filled with an anger that vibrated through his whole being, but underneath them seemed to be a sadness that almost seemed to go on forever.

But then, abruptly, she felt her thoughts, fully shared with Ash and becoming rapidly infected by his base, unhidden need, cut short.

She had pulled her hands away when she could feel what was happening. A moment before she was pressed to a tree, a fully nude - and aroused - Ash pinning her, his earlier roaming hands somehow bolder now. She could feel his mouth on her lips, her cheeks, her neck - somewhere in the part of herself that had been trying to think for reasons why she should not do this and how to stop it from happening, she wondered how his mouth and hands could be everywhere at once -

And then she realized as she sank against him, that his hands and mouth were seemingly everywhere because they could be. Silly girl, he's not a man, he can be everything and everywhere.

She had not realized that she had said that in her mind until she heard Ash's answer.

Damn right.

He stopped, and then Netta felt the emptiness of Ash's preseance sorrowfully.

Tell me to take your pants off. I'll go mad without this. He said it imperiously, striking Netta as though he were ordering a servant to do his bidding, even as she could feel the air of desperation beneath it, the light of his words a sunburst in the middle of a swirling storm.

She was hardly aware of telling him what he had wanted to hear, could have cried out in surprise if not for the returning weight of his mouth on hers, followed by his tongue filling her mouth in a movement that was clearly meant to simulate the act of penetration.

All of the clothing that had meant to protect the lower half of her body from the cold were gone.

Massive hands were lifting her thighs up, spreading her to the biting cold for a brief moment before she looked down and saw the length of his penis pointed up to her. She only got a moment to examine it, to fully realize the fact that Ashwood - this true Ash - was a different beast entirely from the withheld and expertly crafted version of himself that he had been subjecting her to for most of her adult life.

He was larger in every way from that man, save for his subtlety. No; the only thing he seemed to be lacking in then was subtlety.

He thrust her down on top of him and filled her cleanly in a motion that made her think for a moment that she had been electrocuted and stabbed. She shrieked, pulling away from his mouth and looked down between them to see that the only thing holding her up from the much, much larger penis than the one that had taken her virginity were Ash's hands holding her up.

It was a shock to realize that the sight of how large he was had not been an optical illusion - rather, the feeling that she was as full of him as she could possibly ever be, his girth demanding stretching and surrender rather than requesting, made her feel faint.

Oh, Goddess, no, oh no-

She could feel Ash cupping her face in his hands even as another pair of hands were still holding her, keeping her from being painfully impaled on him.

Look at me. His voice sounded less human than before, and indeed seemed to be only a sharp bark away from being the inhuman, ephemeral laguage of Monsters.

Netta winced and opened her eyes, the warmth of the hands on her ass and thighs as well as the ones cupping her face was burning - excruciatingly so.

She panted, wanting to either pull herself off of him as though she had been quite literally impaled or to try to accomadate him without the sharp pain in her abdomen as though he were a sword that had pierced her.

Ash was panting and sweating - an odd thing that seemed to not fit with the unnaturalness of the situation - beginning at his forehead and started to trickle down his brow, his nose, catching in the heavy, thick lines of his mustache.

Neith, Nettles, listen to me, focus on my voice.

Netta shut her eyes tight and tried to keep track of his voice. She felt her mouth falling open and she fell back against the tree before she felt the rough bark dig into her uncovered ass. She yelped and accidentally jolted, driving Ash in painfully deeper.

Ash cried out, clenching her thighs to the point of pain.

Stop. It's taking everything I have to not penetrate you over and over. His head was fallen as far backwards on his neck as possible, his Adam's apple pulsing as he seemed to try to catch his heaving breath. You can fit all of me, but you need to stop thinking like a human with human limitations. He moaned aloud then, the sound transforming part of the way into a monstrous growl. Neith, you're a Witch, you can accommodate me if you wanted to. His voice in her mind was like a heavenly creature's, almost harmonic, but somehow Netta was overcome with the feeling that the voice belonged to something as terrifying as it was, seemingly benevolent.

Netta took in a heaving breath and could no longer keep the panic from taking over. She closed her eyes and felt the pain of him eclipsing the almost masochistic pleasure that had been edging at the pain. She groaned and felt herself blindly begging him to pull out.

Enough of this! Look into my eyes, now, Witch.

Netta opened her eyes and found that she was looking directly into Ashwood's eyes, the deep red drawing her in.

She stared at those eyes and felt as though they were pulling her in by her chest, as some emotion that she did not realize until it had engulfed her fully began to spread there.

Lust, alien, not hers, spread through her like a chemical in her veins. She groaned as it flooded her, overwhelmed her until the world around her became red. It was a surging need, a high that clawed, rended, possessed.

Be with me. Feel what I experience for you.

This was a world of pain, of a high that was always denied and never shared, understood. It shook Netta to her core to feel - to realize that it possessed him, transfigured him into an addict.

She reached underneath her thighs and tightened her hands on his clenched knuckles.

In a moment, she could feel as the pain dissipated in her abdomen, as though Ash's penis had ceased to be a physical manifestation, but had rather become, inside of her, a presence that filled her utterly. She felt as her body pressed against his pelvic bone, and she looked down as she saw that all of him was encased inside of her.

Moaning his name, Neith leaned back against the bark of the tree behind her, feeling it dig into her and not caring as she writhed. His madness had infected her, made her hunger to ride, to feel all that there was to experience with him.

The sound of the female voice calling out her name was like a bolt of lightening strike amidst the storm that Neith was tumbling inside of.

It was Ashwood who leaned forward and whispered that they needed to stop.

Hissing, Neith felt a sudden return of pain as Ash pulled her off of him, holding her aloft of him. The moment felt surreal, as Neith, her mind still drugged by the alien desire, danced around blindly in an attempt to gain context on the situation.

It came to her as she realized that she was hearing Wu's panicked voice calling out to her that she was experiencing a direct imprint of the sexual frenzy that had befallen Ash. A feeling of bewildered shock at his actions came over her and she struggled to do anything.

"Neith - Neith, where are you?" Wu shouted, her voice bouncing off of the trees, amplifying the sound of desperation in her voice.

Neith wanted to call back, but stopped herself as she felt the imprint of Ash's fingers on her ass and thighs. Looking down, she felt her gaze catch onto the completely, blood-filled to the point that it looked painful, length of Ash's penis. Her eyes widened as she tried to comprehend that all of that had been buried inside of her.

She felt her insides writhe as she tried to comprehend it.

Even though his desire seemed to have pulled away in some manner, focused elsewhere on the sudden surprise, the fanning heat of his uncoiling hunger took over Netta. No, that was less what happened, and more that Netta allowed it inside of her.

She reached forward and grabbed onto Ash for support as she positioned herself. In one clean motion, she ignored his surprised cry in her mind, filling herself with him.

Through the dull sound of the white noise in her mind, she could hear the very real roar that Ashwood let out. Then, she could feel it - a climax that had been building in their shared frenzy burst between them, and out of the explosion there came a scream of power that bound them together, so that when Netta lowered her sobbing head to Ashwood's chest, she was no longer one but two, her memories of the Monster - the man - that she was bound to anew there.