Fives is too wrecked to do anything but lie there and be used, his body going lax as he pants for breath. He can't even find the energy to reach up and touch the creature, to see if he feels as human now in other respects as his face and hands seem to now. He just shivers and groans occasionally when the creature's cock drags over that spot again, his chipped nails dragging weakly against the stone surface he's pinned against as it sends weak pulses through him again and again.

He knows what the howl must mean, feels the way the creature's strokes stutter raggedly and then still, and the pulsing that must mean it's feeling what he had such a short time ago. But then the pulsing doesn't stop, and he's being stretched wider and... this must be how it works, he thinks vaguely, as he's petted and kissed and licked. He's pinned and tied, filthy with his own fluids and filled with a monsters, and he's too tired to care about anything of it. At least he's not alone in the dark anymore.