It can take weeks for eggs, as Cehd'ra knows them, to hatch, and larger animals can mean even longer waits. Something this tentacled monster's size and as big as the eggs are? The miqo'te fears it could take months. Yet He Ming wants to say it will end soon and Cehd'ra wants to believe him, even as the rational parts of him still left standing say it's impossible. He shakes his head at the question even as he accepts He Ming's comforting touch, cradling the hands near his face and pressing fervently into the kiss. He isn't alone in being touched still if the pauses He Ming takes and the twitches in his limbs are any indication; Cehd'ra needs to get a grip on himself and try to return some of the comfort he's being given--

And then the thing presses right where the fur fades to soft skin and Cehd'ra lets out a muffled wail against He Ming's lips.

"Mmmh!" Hips jerk helplessly, unable to escape the persistent rubbing touch as his cock gives a few weary twitches of interest underneath his belly. The air around them is thick with humid warmth and the smell of sex, every touch from his tail to the curled tip pressing at He Ming's perineum, wanting to see if He Ming still has such sounds left in him as well... All of it building, the heat and the hormones, helping the eggs finish their development that much quicker. A fact soon to be apparent when the egg inside of He Ming shifts with a sudden give to it that had not been there before.