Despite Cehd'ra's struggles and squirms, the tentacle chases after him, preventing any escape. The tentacle continues to rub insistently at his skin. Those noises are a good sign in the creature's opinion, and it puts a strong effort into getting more out of Cehd'ra.
"Cehd'ra," He Ming whispers, trying again to ease some of his stress. He kisses his gasping mouth, only to part again with a loud gasp when the pointed tip of the tentacle pries at his rim. He hasn't even had a chance to tighten up again; he's sure he's gaping a little.
The next feeling He Ming notices is far less familiar. He Ming's mouth drops open, body arching forward, because he can feel a strange softening of the large insertion in his body.
For once he's almost at a loss for words. "W-What... Cehd'ra," He Ming whimpers. Squirming, his hands ball into fists. "I don't, mm, it feels so weird." He can't describe it, but fortunately he won't have to. The creature draws a slick trail with its tentacle down the small of Cehd'ra's back, working hard to trigger that same completion of incubation in its second host.
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"Cehd'ra," He Ming whispers, trying again to ease some of his stress. He kisses his gasping mouth, only to part again with a loud gasp when the pointed tip of the tentacle pries at his rim. He hasn't even had a chance to tighten up again; he's sure he's gaping a little.
The next feeling He Ming notices is far less familiar. He Ming's mouth drops open, body arching forward, because he can feel a strange softening of the large insertion in his body.
For once he's almost at a loss for words. "W-What... Cehd'ra," He Ming whimpers. Squirming, his hands ball into fists. "I don't, mm, it feels so weird." He can't describe it, but fortunately he won't have to. The creature draws a slick trail with its tentacle down the small of Cehd'ra's back, working hard to trigger that same completion of incubation in its second host.