Null Slug
Plus, he wasn't terribly worried about encountering another latcher. sure, it might happen, but on the other hand, what was it going to do? latch on to the slug? a hot shiver ran through his body at the mere idea of a latcher on his cock.
A Commission Beauty and the best that just happened to have tentacles
The cups pressed into the areola's themselves, but they burrowed, deep, cutting into flesh, spidery little tentacles sprouted from the latchers, digging into the flesh itself, securing itself, mounting, burrowing.