The cold shock of He Ming's answer is eclipsed as Cehd'ra sees it happen. It still seems impossible but it happens all the same, the sounds He Ming makes somehow more obscene than the sight of it. That bump disappears past the curve of He Ming's ass, his legs now spread so wide even after the ovipositor retracts and disappears below.
"'Can't...it can't...it won't fit--ngh-haaa!" Cehd'ra jumps in the thing's grip as he feels that gush of slick, the curled tentacle inside him moving again, the tapered end wriggling out as if holding him open for the thickest invader yet. He's smaller than He Ming, not by much but he fears it's enough to make a difference. Unfortunately that doesn't phase the creature in the least if it notices at all. Like before it twists itself side to side, replacing the tentacle that had kept the miqo'te's hole open. He gasps for air, yelping when it finally pushes inside--it's muscled strangely compared to the other tentacles, ridges formed by the rings of it and making Cehd'ra shiver and twitch as it inches deeper inside. It can't, it can't, but it is, and the reality of it reduces the warrior to a trembling kitten. "He- He Minnng!"
As the next egg travels down the creature cradles He Ming, letting his legs come closer together and brushing over the bulge in his stomach and curling once more over his cock. Such good incubators deserve a reward. Below him Cehd'ra's head falls back with a yowl as his turn comes, the same side to side motion now stretching him for the growing curve of the egg.
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"'Can't...it can't...it won't fit--ngh-haaa!" Cehd'ra jumps in the thing's grip as he feels that gush of slick, the curled tentacle inside him moving again, the tapered end wriggling out as if holding him open for the thickest invader yet. He's smaller than He Ming, not by much but he fears it's enough to make a difference. Unfortunately that doesn't phase the creature in the least if it notices at all. Like before it twists itself side to side, replacing the tentacle that had kept the miqo'te's hole open. He gasps for air, yelping when it finally pushes inside--it's muscled strangely compared to the other tentacles, ridges formed by the rings of it and making Cehd'ra shiver and twitch as it inches deeper inside. It can't, it can't, but it is, and the reality of it reduces the warrior to a trembling kitten. "He- He Minnng!"
As the next egg travels down the creature cradles He Ming, letting his legs come closer together and brushing over the bulge in his stomach and curling once more over his cock. Such good incubators deserve a reward. Below him Cehd'ra's head falls back with a yowl as his turn comes, the same side to side motion now stretching him for the growing curve of the egg.