Lowered on the slab, Netta felt as her clothes fell off of her. It was as though an errant wind had torn them off of her body and dropped them, as though nothing had anchored them to her. Instinctively, Netta's hands reached up to try to hide her breasts, only to find that the large Monster's hands rose to cover them.

She jerked, feeling those overlarge, powerful hands covering her chest, palms cupping the shape of her breasts.

"G-Ash-"

The sacrifice is advised to lift her chest up, allow me to enjoy my offering.  His face was an angular, gaunt thing, and the eyes glowed with a madness that did not match with the calm, almost languid nature of his voice.

Netta gasped, felt as his head ducked. The bristling of the hair, either on his head or on his face, tickled and harassed her over-sensitive skin. It burned where he touched, her neck, between the tenderly clutched masses of her breasts.  The hair and skin of an inhuman creature touched, caressed, burned.

As she looked up in a daze, she saw the horns on his head. Those opaque, dangerously curved things seemed to almost gracefully dip and swish with the movements of his head as he lowered down, down her chest.  She felt as one hot hand pulled away, only to be replaced with a mouth, that raw, wet heat on one of her nipples.

It did not matter to her that he looked like every nightmarish, exaggeratedly male vision of a Monster made whole.  Netta moaned, bucking her hips up to press against Ash. When she felt her breast vibrate with the sound of his own groan, she felt relief that he was not simply coldly taking in her reaction.  And, in the next instant, she felt a flush of relief, that he was far too large in this form to penetrate her.

His heat was the only reliefs offered Netta, his heat providing a harsh contrast to the extreme cold of the air, of the cold marble on her back and legs. In fact, she found that she was arching more and more against his mouth instinctively, pleasure and heat providing something that she could not help but react to.

As she writhed against his mouth and roughly fuzzed head, she found herself miserable with the knowledge that he was much much too large to be able to penetrate her like this.

The sudden lack of sensation as Ash removed himself snapped Netta back into reality. It was as he looked down at her silently that Netta realized that he had heard her frustration through the mental connection.

"Oh shit." she muttered, looking up at Ash as he silently gazed down at her.

A low rumble came from Ash, who sat up, looking like a titan from where he sat on his knees. Wishing that you could have more of me?  Even in his mind, Ash sounded hoarser than he normally did. You did think that I was one of those trickster wish granters.

He bent forward in one quick movement and, cupping her back thighs, holding her easily open as Netta instinctively let her legs fall open.

Ash fluidly jerked his hips forward. For a split second, Netta thought that he was set to penetrate her with a penis that looked to be as thick around as her lower arm. Instead, he seemed to hold her legs open and pressed the bulb of his penis against her clitoris.

The second that his penis touched her, Netta gasped. She recoiled at the pure, overwhelming heat that his skin possessed.

At first she thought that the sensation would be painful, but as she felt a ripple of pleasure rip through her from the intense heat of his skin, Netta threw her head back and arched up, moaning.

I can see if I can make you live to regret your wish. He towered over her, hands pressed on either side of her hips as he jutted himself, maddeningly, up and down her, sliding between wet, swollen lips.

"Yes, please, yes, please," Netta repeated, no longer hearing herself speak.

Oh, Nettles, he sighed good-naturedly in her mind, something that struck her as oddly, for the moment, endearing. you were always much, much more curious, more accommodating where others may have fled in terror. Keep in mind - we have all night, what's the hurry?  Oh, my, though -

She felt his large hands leave their spots for a moment, his penis still insistent and single-minded as it ground her into a shaking mass. His hands spanned easily around her sides.

Either I am truly a Monster to you, or you have grown smaller on me.  The sound, of a familiar voice she knew all too well, resonating with a maddeningly near-calm that bordered on removed, threatened to drive Netta mad, when paired with the massive creature that hovered, pressed himself to her.

"Depression and starvation will do that to you," Netta bit out moments before she felt the heat of their genitals rubbing together, overcoming her. His seemingly all-encompassing heat - and the sheer heft of him - made her eyes roll in the back of her head.

The hurry, Netta figured as she jutted her hips up to grind against where his penis met his sack, was twofold. One, she thought that she was going crazy with desire, and two, she saw no reason to be up all night at this.

Goddess, but when did it turn night? And how long could this "night" last?

All she needed to do was satiate her curiosity of this new body of her old friend's - once would do it, right? - and then she could go back to the house, greed forgotten, and wake up the next day to appreciate the first Christmas day that she would ever spend with others.

And, the way that things were going, it was likely to be the last. Either at the hands of this Monster or by her old Coven, someone would kill her.  But to die by this powerful creature's hands, lips, tongue, cock -

Twice. She could do this twice - whatever was set to happen. She wasn't a greedy woman, to just want this twice. Right?

Right?

In a daze, Netta looked down at the space between where her breasts parted, and saw the thick, angry head of his penis jutting towards her. It could have been just her imagination, but her mouth seemed to water as she imagined herself sliding against it.

What does Ash's skin taste like - at least, this version of him?

How surely humiliating to be seen, drooling, lips soaked, as she stared at Ash's cock as though transfixed. A cock belonging so obviously not to a man, no matter how overtly masculine - exaggeratedly so - it was. She remembered then the smell of that part of him, the taste that wrapped itself around her olfactory senses and drugged them.

She did not realize how long she was staring until Ash, looking down at her with his long, dark hair covering the glittering red of his eyes, said aloud, "Now is not the time for selfishness and greed. Be a good offering and let me have a taste." 

She realized, then, that it had been the first time that she had seen this Monster speak aloud, saw the way that his lips moved, exposing sharp, inhuman teeth. And, oh Goddess, but Ash took a long and leisurely lap at his lower lip with his tongue before his lips parted. His voice was husk, hoarse, rumbling growl.

He breathed heavily, filling her nose and lungs with the rich perfume of his pheromones. Ash dragged in a deep breath that seemed to inflate his whole frame. Softly exhaling, he jutted his hips forward in one smooth motion, his penis gliding against damp, sore flesh.

Netta was gone, too dazed and drugged with lust to register any shame. She was too swept up in looking up at a frightening Adonis to register that he was bucking his penis up and down her lips, starting to become decently coated with her excretions.

Can't handle it anymore, Ash said. Stupefied, Netta only understood what he meant when Ash blinked off of her. In the next heart beat, she found his face buried where his penis had been tormenting.

Netta screamed, felt his mouth lapping at her. Oh. Ohh. Ohhh.

Netta's hands twisted and gnarled together blindly, at a loss for what to do, even as her hips instinctively bucked up.

The movement must have been unexpected by Ash, as she felt his mouth press between her lips in a movement that cause him to kiss her clitoris in a surprisingly tender press. The tickling of his facial hair providing a surprising contrast to his smooth, almost delicate lips.

Netta fought to catch her own breath as she felt his breath on her. She flopped an arm over her forehead, looking down to see Ash now gazing back up at her. 

His glinting red eyes were visible beyond the askew curtain of his overgrowth of hair.

She winced and found herself unable to not take a mental inventory of the many layers of weird that they were committing. Most Witches attested to never giving more to the idea of serial monogamy - that was, sex with one Monster - than they would shoving children into ovens. To go beyond the second time at sex with a certain Familiar was - well, lunacy.

Ash, large, an intimidating antithesis if there ever was one of what a Witch should want in a Familiar, sat, crouched over her waist as if she were a delicacy.  Uncontrollable power was not supposed to be arousing, was as unsafe as trying to mate with a feral animal.

It was fitting, Netta had to admit, on a deep level that was oddly satisfying.

This was everything wicked and wrong, taboo about sexuality between their species.  Because, at the very core, sincere sexual attraction to a Monster was an ethical problem, a moral disease for a Witch. Love for a Familiar...

And, then again, there seemed to be something - like memory - that shook her.

Ash looked up at her, hands wrapped securely around her hips as though he were keeping her in check for her own good. Even on his harsher features, she saw the tender quirking of one of his winged brows. Are you alright?

When Netta murmured that she was fine, and she felt a surprising kick in her abdomen. Desire, taken off-guard by his surprising care for her.

Ash smiled with that impure, lust-inducing face of his and teasingly squeezed her hips. Any requests, comments, questions? No? Then be patient, please, while I eat you out.

The sudden image that was induced by Ash's declaration shocked her, even before she felt his tongue running up and down her seam, his face buried between her thighs quicker than was humanly possible.

He lapped from her ass, stopping frustratingly close to her clitoris. He did the same move three more times, at the end of which she felt so achingly hard and burning that she jutted her clitoris into his mouth as he lapped upwards the next time he did it.

She shook at the sensation of his tongue, not as hot as his penis had been, but muscular, curving and form-fitting. Ash sighed raggedly in her mind, and even in her head Netta could hear the veneer of good humor cracking. Ah, you made me spoil my plans. Gonna have to have you make up for that later.

When he thrust that tongue of his up inside of her - and she felt as it seemed to expand, to lengthen and fill her - Netta bucked in shock. She felt as the heat of him spread through her like hot water.

She gave out a shocked cry and automatically spread her legs to accommodate more. Netta sprawled apart, even as she cried out for him to stop, all the while in her mind, greedily, she recalled the same action from before.

I don't know what you have against this, Ash noted raggedly as he withdrew his tongue before mercilessly thrusting it back inside of her again, eliciting a strangled cry from Netta. this is everything you've ever wanted from me, I imagine. Perhaps not in this manner, exactly...

Ash's voice in her head and the feel of his tongue burying itself in her, growing abnormally and far too hot to belong to a man, surely, was too much.

As Ash withdrew his tongue, Netta felt the world splinter around her. She could feel him yelling in her mind as she realized, somewhere in the middle of the pure sensation that she was feeling, that the mental connection must afford Ash with a direct path of his own to the orgasm that she was having.

Coming to, she looked down. She saw those red eyes seemingly intent on burning her. 

That wasn't so hard, now, was it?

Netta let her head fall back, moaning. "So you say." She allowed her arm to flop over her face and she breathed a sigh of relief.

There; curiosity quenched.

Now to clean my mess up.

At the feel of that tongue first sliding up and down her inner lips, lapping her up like a fruit's juice and then dipping inside of her with a lush moan, she felt her oversensitized organs cry out in response to his overheated tongue.

"A-a-a-a-Ash!"

He appeared, leaning over her, grinning, his face wet. "Yes?" He husked, his breath pungent with the smell of pheromones - and what he had been lapping at hungrily.

"Holy shit!" Forgotten was the fear of this form he had taken, emboldened from the orgasm that she had experienced. Netta reached down and brushed her fingers over her oversensitized sexual organs, wincing as she felt the nerve endings in her clitoris give out a shriek. Ash could kill her with his tongue alone, sharp teeth grazing and nuzzling against tenderized, wet flesh. Her head flopped back. She considered, for a moment, that she could be content with just once.

It was a spectacular one, well worth the sin she had accrued in the face of her brethren, by copulating with a Familiar just for the joy of having this one, this beloved one's, tongue learning her insides like a really good peach missing its pit.

And then she heard Ash's deep, rumbling voice, aloud once more. "Hmm, and what to do next, what to do next..."

As Netta looked up, she was at first shocked and then enraptured by the sight of his massive, hovering uncut cock. He made her forget every hastily made assurance Netta had made to herself, every feeling of terror she had felt when she had seen him in this form. She forgot, also, the utter taboo of pleasuring a Monster like he was a Human.

In a motion, emboldened by the orgasm that had shredded through much of her tension, Netta took hold of it. The size difference of the bell-end in her hand almost made her faint.

Ash threw his head back and howled. Even without keying into his emotions, Netta could feel the burst of shock at the unexpected touch.

Not knowing what to do with the massive thing, Netta ran her hand along it, pumping it gently as she tried to envision what to do. Only half of the options that made any sense to her included sex, the rest were more akin to using it as a battering ram.

When Ash proceeded to buck and grind against her hand, Netta sat up and maneuvered herself to gripping it with both of her hands.

"Does - does this hurt at all?"

Don't - don't ever stop -

Hearing Ash out of breath, humor and cynical sexual taunting thrown to the wind in the face of raw sexual need, made Netta's heartbeat pound in her ears. She did as he ordered, hands wrapping around the mass of him, pulling his foreskin up and down as she tried to grasp around the heft of it.

She found quickly that sliding it up and down his cock was an accidental boon - the sleeve of thin skin seemed to squeeze and create friction on him.

When she dared to look up at the overtly masculine Monster, Netta was surprised to see how overtaken by lust Ash was, his face a rictus of pleasure as he bucked into her hands, tongue lolling out of his mouth, eyes dulled by lust.

Ahh - so close -

Netta felt a smile growing on her lips as she considered how frightened she had been of him - of It - before that moment. Everything seemed as though it was going to be fine, she really did not understand why this was taboo when it was so delicious-

Not like this, she heard Ash say, moments before she felt a massive hand grab at the back of her head.

In one clean motion, she found his penis impaling her mouth, stuffing all of her mouth wide. The sounds of pleasure that reverberated in her mind - and a good deal aloud - clouded her mind, filled her every thought process.

In her mouth, filled as it was with the thick head of of Ash's penis, Netta tried to make room, thrashing her tongue around and stretching her mouth.

The feel of him helplessly thrusting his thick head into her mouth and what little more of himself that could fit in her far too small mouth, feeling his pleasure spreading through her like a stain, awoke her libido. She found her hand helplessly playing with herself, her fingers thrashing.

Ash thrust heavily, his penis almost ordering Netta's mouth to open more than was able. Finally, she heard a shout in Ash's mind, then felt his cock give a jerk a moment before she felt her mouth - the entrance to her throat - become coated in a thick substance that took too long for her mind to jog as cum.

Gasping, she automatically began to swallow, then choked as Ash withdrew. Wiping at her face, Netta was shocked to realize that, far from how she had heard that semen was supposed to taste, what was supposed to be semen from Ash tasted an awful lot like clover - what had gotten on her hand smelled oddly fragrant, woodsy.

Looking up, Netta was surprised to see the look of glowing happiness on the supposedly terrifying creature's face. He gasped, a hand wrapped around his abdomen, crouched on splayed knees. His voice sounded choked - surprised. "I was hoping to do at least one other thing before the night's over with, but -"

Netta moaned and laid back, baring herself to him in a state of euphoria that rendered her normal self-consciousness null, her legs opening gently. "Ash, would you be amicable to me requesting that you come here?"

Ash was so quiet that Netta had to look up to see him. When she did, she saw that Ash was gripping his freshly aroused penis, a surprised look on his previously, seemingly, cruel face.

Don't mind me. I was just wondering how to most eloquently put this - yes. Yes. He crouched low to her, his welcoming heat a relief to the cold that flushed her skin, hardened her nipples to painful points.  He was a massive canopy of heavy gold, the heat rolling off of his body in waves.

As if catching her thought process, Ash bent a head down and swept a long tongue over her nipples in one leisurely movement, making Netta buck in surprise.

"Okay," he said in his thick, hoarse voice, his tongue back in his mouth. He paused, wiping at his face like a drooling boy. " Monsters are just fucking great at copulating. I just need you to believe that you can handle me without intestinal damage, alright? This won't seem logical, but I just need you to believe in this -"

Netta reached forward and cut off Ash's talking by grasping his eager penis and, lifting her hips, she pressed his head to her.

Looking up into Ash's wide eyes, Netta pressed herself onto him and, with a loud pop she felt as a great deal of pressure - not bad enough to warrant the massive cock that she had just pressed into her, but noticeable, certainly! - she felt Ash inside of her.

"Ohhhhhh..."

Netta felt her tongue fall out of her mouth and arched her ass up, trying to stuff more of her lover's penis further inside of her.

Ash said nothing, just bucked forward an inch before he withdrew, a deep shudder filling Netta's mind as he readied to push back inside.

Netta looked between their bodies languidly and saw the optical illusion that was Ash's massive member somehow managing to disappear inside of her. She threw her head back and moaned, feeling an orgasm building from the heat, pressure and friction of Ash.

"Keep me here!" she begged Ash, hoping that he understood that she meant his temple.

"Yes, Master!" Ash roared, thrusting, somehow the full length of him fitting perfectly inside of her so that their abdomens were pressed together.  "Oh, Netta!" he cried out, sounding almost on the verge of tears, his voice so loud it was a roar.