Being fucked from behind on his knees with his arms trapped, He Ming feels overwhelmed, almost, unable to move his body of his own will. All he can comprehend is the sensation of being thoroughly penetrated and the taste and feel of Cehd'ra on his tongue. His skin is wonderfully warm. Flattening his tongue, He Ming laps at the release with his eyes falling shut. Ah, the creature is so deep inside of him, filling him up so much, like it's going to burst out of his stomach.

Somehow that doesn't turn him off at all. Instead He Ming rolls his hips back, back arching to put his ass up higher. When so abruptly emptied, He Ming's eyes squeeze shut and he yelps, clawing at the tentacles for a moment before being distracted by returned sensation of thrusting. His body feels empty, and his ass is being fucked so, so open.

"Cehd'ra..." He Ming moans and latches his mouth onto one side of his hip, kissing and sucking at the skin until it reddens under his attention. His voice is almost a whine as he slumps further down, only held up by the grip of the creature. "It feels, mm, it keeps opening me more and more. It's going to put something big in me. Do you feel it, Cehd'ra?"

Even if he may not be thinking of it consciously, Cehd'ra will certainly feel the tentacle turn around inside of him. Another is pulling at the rim of his hole, forcing him further open with continual thrusts and movements.