Frances whimpered at the song Quin was singing just for him.  The crack his jaw made was nearly a confession of love in his ears.  The moans and gurgles splattering saliva and his mucus back at him was a beautiful sight to behold.  He felt loved that someone in his arms was begging for all of his appendages. The pulse of pressure in Quin's thickness buried inside him made his whole body tense in the same rhythm. he waited a little longer reveling in how the body in his grip was becoming more fox like by the second.  Shrinking down and making his tentacles force his holes wider than they already were.<br/><br/>With a muted cry he came to his own climax, and pulled the small tentacle from his urethra to release the pressure holding back Quin.   Half of his tentacle pumped his seed into Quins throat and belly with a volume and pressure that made it leak out around his plugged openings. The thrum of his writhing tentacles inside Quins distended belly drew his hand there. he squeezed him tight, palming the bulges.<br/><br/>Franny didn't stop there.  He couldn't. the first climax made him want more.  "Quin's is too much. Frances wants more. Much much more." He pulled a tentacle from around his waist and tried to add t to the one in his mouth now that his jaw was loosened. His mind was a hazy mess,more than usual, but he didn't want to think about why.