Character who's 100% down to fuck the eldritch abomination but still has raised-Christian hangups about non-reproductive sex trying to figure out which of their partner's multifarious writhing orifices is morally okay to stick their dick in.
[Writhing abomination] "We're not reproductively compatible anyway. This body doesn't even have DNA or identifiable internal organs as you'd understand them, let alone human ovaries."
[Catholic Monsterfucker, shaking, sweating, checking for teeth]: "IT'S ABOUT THE INTENT"


















