Cehd'ra whimpers at He Ming being moved as it means having to let go of him, the miqo'te stubbornly reaching even as the creature all but flips him onto his stomach. The tail tug is enough to slide the whole of him back a few inches and for him to clench--or try to at least. The creature saw to it they were both thoroughly fucked and Cehd'ra's hole can manage are a few twitches.

It's He Ming's voice that sinks in before the creatures pushing and pulling, finally getting Cehd'ra to copy the other as best he can. Out. Yes. That's something he wants very much too...even if the way the infant moves about is wildly good. "Haaa..."

Getting his trembling limbs to support him feels like a small miracle but the miqo'te isn't as toned as he is for show. Hands and knees first and then, when that doesn't seem enough, pushes himself upright. There's an ominous moment where he sways back before the tentacle that's been abusing his tail curves against his body, keeping him from toppling as the infant can no longer keep itself inside. It drops to the ground with an unceremonious splat, unhurt but decidedly unhappy as its tiny tentacles flail about, trying to grab Cehd'ra's legs and anything else in reach.