When Ophidia mentioned having a male body, he tensed, his muscles tightening like cement, a sick feeling in his belly. She was some hermaphrodiate thing, some fucking abomination that went from man to woman? He grimaced instinctively, his brow-ridges knitting together, swallowing, looking away. Distasteful.
"I don't fuck dudes," he said quietly, the words sour in his mouth. Hard to imagine this lithe caramel form with a big dick between the thighs.
"So who do you fuck when you have a cock?" Tactful and tasteful as always. "You got a girlfriend or some shit? Or you still fuck dudes?"