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What does a monster seem? Psyche came to her marriage-bed a virgin, but she doubts any ordinary husband would have felt different. His hands feel the same as her own -- a little bigger, a little calloused, but unclawed. His lips are soft, and his teeth don't seem any sharper.
She can't judge whether he fucks like a monster. She certainly enjoys her nights. He won't hold her close. Perhaps her husband fears she'll shy away from his scales or fur. But in his gentle voice, his loving attention, she could love him no matter any monstrous visage, any fearsome gaze.