the eldritch need not obey the laws of reality

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Adra (they/them) straddles armor!Criticality's (he/him) true form. His claws grip their thigh, pulling aside their smallclothes for his twitching cock. They look back worriedly, their face flushing. "So... I have some concerns."

He has a claw brushing at the underside of their chin. "Do you, now?"

"Oh."

A panel showing Crit's hood looming closer, revealing his hungry fangs. With a voice they can feel resonating through them, he rumbles into their ear, "Oh love, If I fit into that armor I will fit into you. ♥"