The absolute filth polluting his mind! It had to be the creature forcing those images upon him — visions of Imogen cradled, back against his chest, her breasts heaving while she rode him like a damn stallion. He felt an odd sort of thrumming in his loins, a sensation he did not actively indulge or engage in.

"Imogen!" He saw her somewhere in the haze — the real her, not the visions the creature was foisting upon him. "Get away from it!" He, in an attempt to get the beast as far from her as he could, grabbed them by the arm and tossed them halfway down the road, teeth bared in a snarl. Focus on the creature, not how painfully warm he was.

"Go."