Frances curled tightly around his prey, the wonderful being that was Quin. He knew he was lovely by his smell, but no one he' ever been with lasted this long. He wanted to say it, but the talkative male was at a lost to form words. The bulge pressing at his sex shocked him and he tilted his hips to welcome this new delight. "Quin," he slurred whilepushing one of his own tentacles in his own needy mouth.<br/><br/>His body squeezed around the metal bound erection pushing into him and he used his hands as well to pull the smaller body tight with each rock of their bodies. A muffled scream bubbled around his limb when he suddenly climaxed again, so quickly after the first one.  His mind was a mess, but he was in heaven. A tinge of blood mixed with his excessive mucus and seed as his virginal canal was assaulted and his muffled chants continued calling Quins name.<br/><br/>The bed was a mess of blood and mucus and their scent and sounds were broadcasting to the whole building.