Why is Cehd'ra the one being bitten? He didn't fuck He Ming stupid and stuff an egg into him...though he did summon the creature responsible for those things, so maybe biting is fair. In truth the sharp pain of He Ming's teeth is almost welcome as a distraction from what's happening, even if it isn't enough of one, to the point where Cehd'ra whimpers and reaches pulls on He Ming's hair when he stops. His whole body rolls with the force needed to get the egg inside, belly bulging out as it's pushed deeper, well past his abused hole.

Somehow he's hard again, the constant rubbing over his prostate making his cock drool and twitch. The egg itself is a constant weight, stretching him to the point he fears moving too much will cause something inside him to break.

"I--I am too," he manages to say, breath hiccuping as every tiny shift of the egg makes him shudder, which makes the egg move, cycling into Cehd'ra being unable to completely stop himself from shaking. "M'so sorry, He Ming, I di--didn't think this'd happen..."

The ovipositor retreats back into the creature's mass, still holding them both and smoothing over their stomachs as if trying to comfort them. It may have been, it also may have been feeling to make sure neither of them tried to reject its children too soon, keeping both pairs of hips canted upwards so that gravity works against them should they try.