"So&mdash?" He Ming breathes out hard and high, voice raising again in almost a shout when the tentacle curls down the back of his underwear and prods at his asshole. Is that really what this strange creature wants? After being summoned, maybe it just follows its simplest desires.
It's a good thing those desires aren't hostile, because He Ming can tell he wouldn't be able to overpower it at all. Cehd'ra doesn't look seem like he'd be able to fight it off either.
While he is uncomfortable, He Ming isn't really scared. He doesn't think they're in much danger after all. That's a good thing. So, he should focus on what's good... right? And oh, the wet, firm touch of one of the tentacles down the front of his pants does feel good.
"It's touching me. Oh, it's really touching me." Feeling almost tickled, a slightly nervous giggle comes out of him. By this point it seems that the creature has realized that their panic decreases when they're closer together, and it lowers He Ming towards Cehd'ra. As it does, it also manages to get under his underwear to touch his cock proper. His balls get felt up with the same exploratory enthusiasm.
Its final destination, however, ends up being Cehd'ra's entrance. The tentacles strain again, making the fabric protest again, more weakly, as seams begin to tear. The tip of one of the appendages tugs at the edge of his hole, the force only slightly eased by the alien slick of it.
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It's a good thing those desires aren't hostile, because He Ming can tell he wouldn't be able to overpower it at all. Cehd'ra doesn't look seem like he'd be able to fight it off either.
While he is uncomfortable, He Ming isn't really scared. He doesn't think they're in much danger after all. That's a good thing. So, he should focus on what's good... right? And oh, the wet, firm touch of one of the tentacles down the front of his pants does feel good.
"It's touching me. Oh, it's really touching me." Feeling almost tickled, a slightly nervous giggle comes out of him. By this point it seems that the creature has realized that their panic decreases when they're closer together, and it lowers He Ming towards Cehd'ra. As it does, it also manages to get under his underwear to touch his cock proper. His balls get felt up with the same exploratory enthusiasm.
Its final destination, however, ends up being Cehd'ra's entrance. The tentacles strain again, making the fabric protest again, more weakly, as seams begin to tear. The tip of one of the appendages tugs at the edge of his hole, the force only slightly eased by the alien slick of it.