Finally there's more of He Ming that Cehd'ra can reach with the man down near his hips. Fingers brush through He Ming's hair, leaving bits of mucus behind from where he'd been grappling with the tentacles earlier, but after his first climax Cehd'ra's slipping too far to care. All his body is telling him is how well he's being fucked, the tentacle turning again while another traces along the edge, a tease in comparison. Adding to that the sweep of He Ming's tongue and scrape of his teeth, the ragged sound of his voice reaching his ears, sounding even hungrier for it than Cehd'ra feels...
"Whatsit, what's it want?" Cehd'ra whimpers, struggling to focus. He can see the squirming limbs behind He Ming's hips, the one tentacle joined by another and then a third, though the angle doesn't let him see what exactly they're doing.
The tips of those tentacles hook into He Ming's hole, tugging him open and holding a moment while a slimmer one reaches in and wriggles about in the opening. Finally the thing seems satisfied with whatever it was checking for and He Ming is shifted once again, this time simply turned to bring his hips closer to the central mass.
"He Ming, it...there's more?" Cehd'ra isn't sure what he's seeing but it must be the 'something big' He Ming was guessing at. The tendrils shift and make way, opening up to reveal a new tentacle that's certainly bigger but it seems delicate somehow, the skin almost translucent with a pulsing opening at the end rather than the thin taper. It nudges against He Ming's hole and even with all the prep it's going to be a tight fit...
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"Whatsit, what's it want?" Cehd'ra whimpers, struggling to focus. He can see the squirming limbs behind He Ming's hips, the one tentacle joined by another and then a third, though the angle doesn't let him see what exactly they're doing.
The tips of those tentacles hook into He Ming's hole, tugging him open and holding a moment while a slimmer one reaches in and wriggles about in the opening. Finally the thing seems satisfied with whatever it was checking for and He Ming is shifted once again, this time simply turned to bring his hips closer to the central mass.
"He Ming, it...there's more?" Cehd'ra isn't sure what he's seeing but it must be the 'something big' He Ming was guessing at. The tendrils shift and make way, opening up to reveal a new tentacle that's certainly bigger but it seems delicate somehow, the skin almost translucent with a pulsing opening at the end rather than the thin taper. It nudges against He Ming's hole and even with all the prep it's going to be a tight fit...