Gerlinde's chest tickled with steel wool on the inside.  She recognized the sensation: A deep mantle of fear, shifting subterranean from where it had laid sublimated.  She'd felt it whenever she had to walk into the sallow bristles of the forests outside Kiev to clear the weird, isolated apartment blocks there.  She used to feel it whenever she was bare around a mirror - since her change.  Now she felt its source.  It was the fear of being close.<br/><br/>The fear vanished as soon as its identity was realized.  There was nothing to fear from Lisle.  Gerlinde had caused this closeness - it could only be good for her, for it was in her power.  It was helpless to her desires.  The paws she had made Lisle's hands into, with their smooth lumps of severed digits, so fresh and fragile, were symbols of this.<br/><br/>"Like those."  Her penis throbbed, its head finally meeting Lisle's belly through the blanket, to see them.  Before she could appreciate a sweet flavor blooming in her mouth, Lisle's last question made her quirk her head.<br/><br/>"Monster?"