Quin had greedily received Frances' appendage that violated his throat. As he was lost in ecstasy his body had started to slowly shift, taking on more beastial features. His eyes watered from the pressure and drool aided in keeping Frances' activity well lubricated.<br/>His hands returned to fondling what he could. The fox's insides were soft and slick giving pleasantly as they were stretched well beyond a normal persons' physical limits. Between forgetting to breathe and his body trying to climax it was no surprise there was the occasional thrash, jerk or twitch of his body. The important thing was the muffled gutteral moans of lustful approval that caused encouraging vibrations.<br/>It had been so long since a partner had caused Quin to shift forms. He was too delighted to think about the repercussions and recovery time he would likely require. Once his jaw gave there was a brief heartbeat that showed his discomfort, but the fresh wave of lust quickly washed that away. His paws greedily took hold of the tentacle in his mouth and pulled himself up it a few inches with a low moan, his throat massaging the muscular appendage as it slid deeper. The fox's erection throbbed painfully around the thin tentacle inside it, a pressure could be felt building, trying to force itself past the blockage.