Feeling the skin change and the shudder in He Ming's breath is signal enough for the creature. Long and slender tentacles curl around each nipple, tugging only to slip free, returning to press instead and flick over the hardened nubs. More, heavier tentacles slither over He Ming's feet and calves, anchoring him to the floor before gliding up the inside of his thighs. One for his hole, seeking out and circling the rim before twisting itself inside. Another trails along his taint, pressing behind He Ming's sack before curling around the base of it, tugging curiously. And one more for his cock again, once more wrapping around and squeezing in a slow rhythm from the hilt to the head. He Ming's easier acceptance of their fate may have something to do with his gentler treatment from the creature though it's impossible to be sure.

"Okay?" Cehd'ra nearly squeaks. It shouldn't be okay. This isn't what Cehd'ra was trying to summon at all and if he'd known this would happen he'd never have tried it. It shouldn't feel good either and yet that's something Cehd'ra can't as easily dispute. He's gotten hard in the tentacles' grip in spite of the stinging stretch and near frantic attempts to penetrate him. Still is as he feels one leg pulled back, allowing for more of the things to swarm him, until one finally...

"Gah!" Cehd'ra's head falls back, fangs bared. The tapered tip and slimy skin makes it easy to slither inside once the first breach is made, Cehd'ra's eyes opening wide. He can feel it wriggling, again like a tongue but more, and his breath catches as it presses in deeper.