"M'not..." he tries to say, only barely aware he has been until He Ming is the one who notices and says something. Tears won't help but there's nothing Cehd'ra can think of that will help short of holding on and praying. The padding fluid from the egg flows out of him, feeling obscene to the point where Cehd'ra almost tries to hold it in out of embarrassment. But the relief that comes with that falling pressure feels too good to not give in. The miqo'te makes a guttural sound, hips rocking heedlessly, each tug at his tail about as good as a tug on his cock at this point.

And inside the infant creatures stir more and more with life. The 'ball' of tentacles stretching out, probing about the soft walls they find themselves in. Everything's impossibly slick from the egg's 'hatching', it doesn't take any effort at all for the babies to peek a few tentacles out into the open, wiggling about in the relative cooler air...and then promptly withdrawing back to where it's most warm.

"Ha...it...!" Of course all that squirming leaves Cehd'ra squirming too, cock twitching and drooling with each pass over his prostate. The thing's so small it feels downright gentle compared to the parent. Cehd'ra blinks at He Ming as he clings, unable to focus clearly but trying to see if it's doing the same to him as well. "Is it really...? 'Feels...feels good..."