Kneeling beside Cehd'ra is a position not unfamiliar to He Ming. What is unfamiliar is the awful feeling of gaping, being unable to control muscles too tired to protest. The small tentacle creature slips out of He Ming a few seconds after Cehd'ra's exits him, except a small tendril just catches on He Ming's rim and the baby makes a valiant attempt to pull itself back in.
He Ming lurches forward and keens so high and loud his throat hurts. His ass hurts too, despite all the lube, sore and loose. With some impatient wiggling of his hips He Ming manages to dislodge the infant alien before toppling onto his side, curling up with his arms held to his chest.
"'m so tired," he complains. "Cehd'ra... I wanna sleep."
Around them, the massive appendages of the creature shift, reaching beneath Cehd'ra to pull its child away and into its own welcoming grip. The much smaller tentacles cling onto its parent, while a few last pats come from the alien finally releasing Cehd'ra from its attentions.
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He Ming lurches forward and keens so high and loud his throat hurts. His ass hurts too, despite all the lube, sore and loose. With some impatient wiggling of his hips He Ming manages to dislodge the infant alien before toppling onto his side, curling up with his arms held to his chest.
"'m so tired," he complains. "Cehd'ra... I wanna sleep."
Around them, the massive appendages of the creature shift, reaching beneath Cehd'ra to pull its child away and into its own welcoming grip. The much smaller tentacles cling onto its parent, while a few last pats come from the alien finally releasing Cehd'ra from its attentions.