The moan resonates from He Ming's chest, spreading out and along his skin, picked up by the creature as one long, low vibration. The tentacles holding and teasing He Ming shiver in unison all over his body, mimicking the hum in answer. It's listening.
Cehd'ra watches, stunned for a moment, as the thing actually seems to hear what He Ming has to say. The miqo'te has his own gift that lets him communicate through any language barrier...or at least that's what he thought. However the creature 'speaks' it's too alien for the Echo to let him understand...or maybe he simply isn't listening closely enough? Whether he can talk to it the way He Ming seems able to or not, it's clear that calm is the better approach to take.
"Hnn..." His eyes grow heavy as the tentacle inside him goes easier on him, the gentler flexing as it simply moves where it is falling further on the side of pleasurable than painful. With a pitched groan Cehd'ra surrenders, making himself relax and allowing it to push deeper inside. Deep enough for that pulsing to brush over his prostate, triggering a more familiar moan as he finally lets to of the tentacles holding him and instead reaches out, fingertips just able to reach He Ming's thigh.
"Can you...can you really talk to it...?"
There's only one topic the thing is interested in. Feeling Cehd'ra's struggling come to an end it shows it's gratitude with another shiver over He Ming, sliding further into his hole before withdrawing, starting to pump in and out. The slime it exudes spreads, easing the passage as the thing works on stretching He Ming for more.
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Cehd'ra watches, stunned for a moment, as the thing actually seems to hear what He Ming has to say. The miqo'te has his own gift that lets him communicate through any language barrier...or at least that's what he thought. However the creature 'speaks' it's too alien for the Echo to let him understand...or maybe he simply isn't listening closely enough? Whether he can talk to it the way He Ming seems able to or not, it's clear that calm is the better approach to take.
"Hnn..." His eyes grow heavy as the tentacle inside him goes easier on him, the gentler flexing as it simply moves where it is falling further on the side of pleasurable than painful. With a pitched groan Cehd'ra surrenders, making himself relax and allowing it to push deeper inside. Deep enough for that pulsing to brush over his prostate, triggering a more familiar moan as he finally lets to of the tentacles holding him and instead reaches out, fingertips just able to reach He Ming's thigh.
"Can you...can you really talk to it...?"
There's only one topic the thing is interested in. Feeling Cehd'ra's struggling come to an end it shows it's gratitude with another shiver over He Ming, sliding further into his hole before withdrawing, starting to pump in and out. The slime it exudes spreads, easing the passage as the thing works on stretching He Ming for more.