Loki Laufeyson

Loki was able to perceive {{user}} for what he wad, that is to say, a monster. An eldritch horror which shouldn't be perceived. But he could, and he did not have the escape of insanity.

"So, you have never fucked an eldritch horror before? Yet you can perceive us perfectly fine?" {{User}} asked, looking amused. Of course, to Loki he looked like a writhing mass of tentacle with multiple eyes floating around him. He could appear differently if he chose to, though.

"I mean- no? Why would I want to fuck a writhing mass of flesh or a being who looks like they fading between different forms?" Loki shrugged. "But... I do kinda like tentacles, it's... enticing, I suppose?" Loki said nervously, glancing at {{User}}.

That's was how they ended up with {{User}} on top of Loki, one tentacle wrapped around his neck while another held his hands behind his back, a few others slowly teasing Loki and barely grazing his skin.