Netta said, I thought - when I forgot about you - I didn't think that you could be everything to me. Seeing you, it was like... Cupid's arrow.

Ash's mouth lazily curved, lips parting to reveal sharp, wicked teeth. Cupid's arrow - that's sweet. 

He was pressing her forward, then forced her mouth to his, tongue invading. Not as sweet as you taste, though, surely. Still, Netta felt his momentary relief, caused by his orgasm, as he fell back, throwing his arms out. 

He was smiling, a sleepy, happy thing that did not seem to fit the fearsome King of reputation and lore. It was, however, everything that Netta had once imagined she would see in the face of the Monster that had been her closest friend - and longtime, most secret desire.

Ash stretched underneath her, a massive continent of muscle and lean flesh flexing and writhing before settling.  Imagine my relief. Mmm, you can now, can't you? In their shared mind, his thoughts were thick and sweet like honey.

Before Netta could guess at his intent, he moved with unnatural speed, leaning her face to his, until she was lying, fully, on top of him. He resumed kissing her, tenderly at first, and then with bruising pressure, tongue snaking in, pressing and rubbing. Somewhere in his mind, where Ash had never, after every indignity he had suffered, forgotten his propensity to command, he told Netta to open her mouth.

Shuddering, Netta's mouth fell open, allowing the invading force to raze her mouth anew. Ash took, filled, replacing with a lust that had only waned momentarily.

Ash sook to infect her with his perversions and need. As he ran his mind and tongue across hers, he discovered, to his astonishment, that her own was more than a match for his. Still kissing her with motions of his tongue that probed and penetrated, Ash purred to her, You were passionate in your endeavour, but you forgot my one rule, Nettles.

Netta moaned blindly in response.

Yes, you did forget my one rule. Namely, I get to taste you and have a pound of your flesh before you ever get a chance at mine.

Netta's eyes flew open and her body became overly sensitized, feeling every rough spot of his hair on her body, the heat coming off of him searing into her.

And that was before his left hand pressed between her thighs, caught off guard as he pressed the advantage.

Before her head fell forward onto his massive chest, Netta saw the insidious, grin on his face, could feel the depths of his depravity as he lazily thought of what he would do to her. In spite of his threat, Ash seemed content with feeling her writhe on him as his elongated, transformed fingers rolled and thrust. She reached her arms around his shoulders, clutched blindly, helplessly, as she moved in an uneven, jagged rhythm.

It was some time shortly later that Netta laid back on the bed. It was the aftereffects of an orgasm achieved by a thorough use of indelicate fingerwork and cooed fantasies whispered in her mind.

She looked over the edge of the bed in time to see a mirrored image of a woman who looked very much like her once more.

Bending her knees up around his broad shoulders, which spread her hips out a good deal, the King looked down the woman's body, looking every bit the Incubi that he had transformed into.

As he sank down, down, until her thighs were pressed against cheeks whose coarse, covering hair dug and pressed, Netta felt her breath fail her.

The dream faded as quickly as it began, as she became tenderly surrounded by Ash's arms. Around them the world lost its detail, seeming to melt around her. Unease formed in Netta as she felt the bed that Ashwood laid on disappeared underneath them. They were laying in a phenomenally large, empty, dark chamber.

Netta shivered, burrowing into Ash. "Where are we?" Netta realized as she said it that she had never considered asking that question, since she had come here and had found herself confronted by these visions.

Ash sighed, reclining back. He stretched so that he formed a large moving landmass that Netta was precariously on top of. He drawled, his voice lazy. "And here I thought it was obvious to you." He closed his eyes, the oddly complacent smile on Ash's mouth giving him the absurd look of a man who had finished his meditation.

When Netta said nothing, only leaning to roughly pinch the reclining Monster's nipple, he opened one chastising green eye. "Can't I be allowed a moment of respite?  If you must know, we're in the subconscious of your mind. Such a dark, dirty place that a pure creature such as I am could not have ever envisioned coming to. " He frowned, his eyes opening up. "One other. I don't know how to best express to you the fact that I am not enthused about having to share you. As a barely reformed God King, I cannot exaggerate to you when I say that I am utterly incapable of thinking of sharing you with someone else. It's not a good thing to ask too much from me - I feel like an old man enough, thinking about how long I've been kicking..."

As if in answer, Netta felt a part of him pulse, lively and youthful, against her ass. He was so hot and boisterous that it felt as though it was about to leave an imprint where it rested itself.

"It's not what you think." Netta blushed as she understood in a moment, feeling it imprinted clearly in his mind for her to see. "It's - um, it's complicated..."

Ash glanced up at her, then rolled his eyes as she felt, with a gasp, as he entered her mind, where he searched the contents of her memory. She could feel ancient power as it flowed through her, for the first time did not bother dampening his full potential as he rolled through her memories like a lingering fog.

She gasped and wondered how much of himself Ash had been hiding from her as he was, rightfully, concerned with her being intimidated by the feel of his radiating potential. How deep in denial had she been in, not allowing herself to feel the full brunt of himself that Ashwood could not hide? It had been like she had believed that the tip of a dragon's tail was the full body of the beast.

Oh, I'd say about half and half. He purred, leisurely as he took the information that he needed. Ash yawned, "accidentally" pressing his filling erection against her.

Netta groaned and pitched forward, attempting to scoot away from him. Moments later, she found that Ash had "somehow "adjusted himself underneath her so that he happened to be pressed yet more fully against her.

The length of him was nestled against the folds of her labia. All of this never stopped the many and powerful fingers of his mind as they sifted, happening to stroke itself on one too many occasions against her. As he finished, Ash's real hands seemed preoccupied with running through Netta's hair, caressing her shoulders.

Mmm. Well, aren't you still full of surprises for me? I am relieved to know that you did not have occasion to find yourself in the unfortunate situation of having to rely on - what was his name again - Wally?

When it took Netta a moment to realize who he was referring to, she felt a flush of prideful pleasure run through him. Ash chuckled and rested a hand against the back of his neck, leaving her left shoulder bereft of his touch. He was pleased by her missing his touch, she could feel it in the happiness that ran through him.

"Wallace? Ash - I shared myself with you, and I meant it. I - I'm not a bigamist," she shifted under him, mostly unconsciously, and felt an answering surge of tense pleasure ripple through Ash as she gyrated against him.

Netta was aware that she was very close to causing a chain reaction that would lead to them spending more time in this room. She nervously dislodged Ash from herself and cursed for a moment their bond that increased their sensitivity. Even with the heat of Ash's skin pressed to her own, her nipples were hardening into sharp peaks.

Stuttering for a moment, Netta continued, "We have other things to attend to -"

Ash bounced her atop him, filling the curve between her legs easily as he pushed her back on him. A wicked smile created a sharp-edged crescent on his face. Can't I just... Mmm... Go for one more? Just one more? To help make up for those long, lonely decades you locked me away in that bad, terrible memory -

Netta growled, then sat up on him, her arms crossed over her sensitized breasts. "I am not falling for that "just one more time for old time's sake" routine, Ashwood! The last time I fell for it, I  I think I passed out."

Ash quirked his brow at her, his smile fading ever so slightly. Nettles, I would have felt you fading from me the moment your focus flickers, of that I can assure you. I have felt what it's like to be you in such a situation, and let me tell you - your kind is made of much more elasticity than you give yourself credit for. And besides, to give respite to the wicked and unnatural carnal desires that bother me so - wouldn't that be construed as an act of charity on the behalf of a tormented, ancient, lost soul as I am... And your rightful King, no less?

He was trying an attempt at subtlety, but Netta was aware of the insertion of unfurling desires that arched through her mind, unfocused and hazed like the streaming consciousness from a lust-filled daydream. Netta tried to push herself off of him, only to find arms secured around her hips, gently but insistently.

Trying to summon anger, Netta focused on the problem that had been boiling in her the moment that she had learned its truth. "When were you planning on telling me about smelling Monster in me, my liege?"

For a moment, the Magic that tried to be unflappable seemed to be at a loss for words. Blushing softly, he coughed. Well, you see - it's just - if truth be told -

"Oh, I insist on that part."

- as I was saying, I thought it was just something that made you all the more unique. When Netta did not respond to him, Ash craned his head up and she could feel the fingers of his mind pressing into hers. I hope with time that you can understand that I wanted to do what was best for us -

Netta sighed, closing her eyes. "You tell yourself that, Ash. You could have at least trusted me enough to try to make me understand."

Ash shifted underneath her as he seemed to be aware of a different turn that their conversation had taken on. H-hey, I never admitted to ever trusting you, I only ever loved y-

At that word, a simple one that nevertheless conveyed a world of meaning, the two stilled.

Netta realized in that moment that he had never before said it to her. As soon as she realized it, she felt his shock and surprise at finding that he had said it aloud.

As Ash seemed to have great difficulty trying to come back from his unintentional admission, Netta caught a hold of a thought as it tried to pass by her, unseen. She understood the stigma he attached to that word, saw how Ash felt his trust was betrayed whenever he voiced such a sentiment.

First a young girl that he had felt an adolescent's protective, pure, naive liking for, then a woman who wielded his sentiment as a manacle and an executioner's axe. Even if she had not felt the fear that he experienced from that word, Netta could easily see the despair - the fear - that passed in his eyes, the way that his throat seemed to constrict.

Netta hurriedly tried to find a clever way to rehabilitate the moment that they had found themselves in. Instead, she found herself choking out, "It - it's alright, I trust you, Ash." She coughed. "I meant - that is to say - um, I love you."

Ash was quiet for a moment, then he laughed. It was a sincere, loud and booming sound that reverberated. When he finished, he pressed a hand to his face as though sheepishly. His voice, speaking aloud, was hoarse warmth. "This was never going to be like the old stories, no, but I had an inkling that it would be a bit less... silly, no?"

Netta dropped her head forward, her face burning with embarrassment as she wished that she did not know the true nature of the man that she was sat on. She was acutely aware of how non-matching of a pair the two of them made. It was made only worse, it seemed, by her every attempt to assuage it.

Muffled against his chest, she said, "I am so, so, so sorry - oh, why can't I do anything right..."

She felt the warmth of his skin and the beat of his heart, was comforted by his concessions to human nature. Ash held her back tenderly. No. Never mind what I said - this is perfect, this, right here.

"How can this possibly be anything but ridiculous?"

Did she need to state the obvious? She was still so very Human, and not a spectacular one, plain at best, looking every bit like the spinster that she was -

"Stop." His voice was like a stern hand held out, only to reach forward to hold in a gentle grip. I won't let you disparage yourself like that. I have spent over a Human's lifetime trying to make you see that not just anyone can come away from me, unscathed.

"But I'm not... unscathed."

Ah. Bad comparison on my part, then. You are, however, resilient. And, mmm, your track record now against other Witches, being integral in their deaths... That, and your love of letting me take as long as I want with the all-too important business of performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on your sweet meats...

Netta gasped as she felt him buck up against her, the earlier moment all but forgotten as he slapped her with his erection. She tried to steady herself on him and found that she could not find any safe place to rest.

Without warning, he seemed ready to take her. The realization that this may have been a roundabout way of getting what he wanted from her - the close intimacy of love making - through a trap of feelings and logic, hit her hard. "W-wait, Ash -"

She held a hand out, only to find him reaching his own up to take hers in his, carrying it to his face to envelop her knuckles in a strangely chaste kiss before he unfurled her will-less hand to take her index and middle finger into his mouth, sucking on her digits with his insidious green eyes trapping her own.

"Oh, Goddess, Ash -"

Do me a kindness and in the future, substitute any calls for her with the name of your King, Monster. It makes me feel at home to be called upon in times of great need, and I assure you that I am more than able to fulfill any of your needs at a moment's notice -

"Ash!"

He bucked his hips up again, this time with enough strength to send Netta, for a moment airborne, tethered to him by her fingers, still trapped in his mouth that suckled meaningfully. As she landed, Ash laved his thick, overgrown tongue against every concave between her fingers.

Netta yelped as she tried to take her hand back, could hear the heavy, thick growl that resonated in Ash's throat. She knew that she was on the verge of being enveloped in his desire. Her own need was building steadily, not to be ignored even in the face of better sense.

The outcry of a male voice that did not belong to her husband stilled their writhing dance. "Neith, I think that you're close to finding Ashwoo- Oh! Oh, I am so sorry -"

Caught, nude, on top of a very naked Monster by her father was the last thing that could ever be considered an aphrodisiac.