Like a constantly adjusting piece of furniture, the creature's tentacles shift around, finally letting He Ming's arms go. Without the support he nearly falls into Cehd'ra. After a second of whimpering He Ming succeeds in propping himself up on his elbows so he isn't putting more weight on Cehd'ra's swollen belly nor his own.

"I know," He Ming murmurs, turning to kiss the crown of his head. "It's a lot. But..."

He can do this. The creature just wants to have a baby, and He Ming and Cehd'ra could make it so happy. Inhaling and exhaling carefully to steady his breathing, He Ming gathers himself to move again and curl up with an arm over his stomach next to Cehd'ra.

"It'll be good," he finally continues in a dreamy whisper. The creature nudges his thoughts towards the pleasure, only the wonderful, overwhelming feelings of pressure inside him and the slick appendage starting to tease his ass and cock again. "Here, Cehd'ra..." Taking advantage of his hands being released, He Ming cups his cheek so he can turn Cehd'ra to face him for a soft, sweet kiss.