He Ming submits, or at least lets the creature take the lead in whatever strange coupling this might qualify as. With his chest being relentlessly teased he only gasps, head falling forward, a deep and resonant moan in his chest.
"I'm okay," he says again, even less coherently this time. "Oh. Hah, don't you feel it?"
He can hear it, too, so he listens. He Ming can follow the train of thought if not the details, his senses expansive enough to gather them from a strange creature from another world. When he speaks, this time it's to the creature.
"That really feels good. If you, mm, go inside... be gentler." For both him and Cehd'ra. He Ming's eyes close as the tentacles pump his balls, a sensation he's not accustomed to. To feel one enter him is almost easier to adjust to. Perhaps in response to He Ming's moans, or perhaps just working on instinct, the creature slows its penetration of Cehd'ra. The tentacle entering him pauses and pulses where it is until his breathing becomes even once more. Then it flexes and slides in another inch.
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"I'm okay," he says again, even less coherently this time. "Oh. Hah, don't you feel it?"
He can hear it, too, so he listens. He Ming can follow the train of thought if not the details, his senses expansive enough to gather them from a strange creature from another world. When he speaks, this time it's to the creature.
"That really feels good. If you, mm, go inside... be gentler." For both him and Cehd'ra. He Ming's eyes close as the tentacles pump his balls, a sensation he's not accustomed to. To feel one enter him is almost easier to adjust to. Perhaps in response to He Ming's moans, or perhaps just working on instinct, the creature slows its penetration of Cehd'ra. The tentacle entering him pauses and pulses where it is until his breathing becomes even once more. Then it flexes and slides in another inch.