Merecia kisses Gerad more and more passionately, sliding her arms up and around his neck. She moves her hips in time with his thrusts, enjoying the spreading surge of pleasure.<br/><br/>Mordred's tongue slides back a bit now, working itself into a thicker coil shape inside her, beginning to twist it in a spiral deeper and deeper into her. At the same time, he stretches a number of long, dark purplish tentacles out of his coat, two of which he lifts up and wraps around Brit's enlarged breasts encircling the several times and lifting the bulk of their weight off her chest, tugging and squeezing them<em>just</em>roughly enough.