"Oh, your tail." He Ming tries to look, trying to help Cehd'ra in whatever way he can, but a soft press of the tentacle through his already-abused entrance has him freezing in place.

"Does it hurt?" he manages to ask a moment later. Extending his fingers, he strokes Cehd'ra's jaw, attempting to soothe him. "I think... I think it'll be over soon."

This time He Ming doesn't have any basis for what he's saying. But he's sure it'll end, right? An egg has to develop and then hatch. Forcing himself forward, He Ming kisses Cehd'ra again, moaning against his lips as the tentacle circles around his rim again. The appendage toying with Cehd'ra's tail, dissatisfied by his lessened reactions, returns to the base of it to rub right beneath the spot it connects to his body.