Those pauses are quickly becoming warning signs for Cehd'ra. He gulps down air in the brief space given, blinking up at He Ming as it honestly takes him a moment to figure out what the words he's saying mean. The creature almost figures it out first, but Cehd'ra manages a nod before it moves again. It's all so much but yes, more, and a normal sort of more too makes it all the more appealing. He Ming's so good with his mouth--
"Haa!" The pause ends with a sudden spike of pressure, the folding tentacle doubling back and it isn't so deep but gods he's so full, the thickness, almost a knot inside him, all Cehd'ra can do is squirm and wail under both the creature and He Ming. That and come. It's like a blow to the gut it happens so fast, the miqo'te's body curling in on itself before the tentacles draw him back out, cock twitching and spilling onto his stomach near He Ming's lips.
Yes, keeping the two close is much better.
The creature is seeking out He Ming's limits, squirming inside until it can go no further, shifting about to the point where Cehd'ra could see the other's belly bulging if he took the chance to look. It gives He Ming a few more exploratory thrusts, just to be sure, before all of a sudden drawing back with a long, sloppy noise. It focuses on his hole instead, circling and thrusting shallow now, working itself around and around, needing He Ming as open as possible and then some.
no subject
"Haa!" The pause ends with a sudden spike of pressure, the folding tentacle doubling back and it isn't so deep but gods he's so full, the thickness, almost a knot inside him, all Cehd'ra can do is squirm and wail under both the creature and He Ming. That and come. It's like a blow to the gut it happens so fast, the miqo'te's body curling in on itself before the tentacles draw him back out, cock twitching and spilling onto his stomach near He Ming's lips.
Yes, keeping the two close is much better.
The creature is seeking out He Ming's limits, squirming inside until it can go no further, shifting about to the point where Cehd'ra could see the other's belly bulging if he took the chance to look. It gives He Ming a few more exploratory thrusts, just to be sure, before all of a sudden drawing back with a long, sloppy noise. It focuses on his hole instead, circling and thrusting shallow now, working itself around and around, needing He Ming as open as possible and then some.