drear | 'cause my wheels never touch the road

He Ming submits, or at least lets the creature take the lead in whatever strange coupling this might qualify as. With his chest being relentlessly teased he only gasps, head falling forward, a deep and resonant moan in his chest.

"I'm okay," he says again, even less coherently this time. "Oh. Hah, don't you feel it?"

He can hear it, too, so he listens. He Ming can follow the train of thought if not the details, his senses expansive enough to gather them from a strange creature from another world. When he speaks, this time it's to the creature.

"That really feels good. If you, mm, go inside... be gentler." For both him and Cehd'ra. He Ming's eyes close as the tentacles pump his balls, a sensation he's not accustomed to. To feel one enter him is almost easier to adjust to. Perhaps in response to He Ming's moans, or perhaps just working on instinct, the creature slows its penetration of Cehd'ra. The tentacle entering him pauses and pulses where it is until his breathing becomes even once more. Then it flexes and slides in another inch.

The moan resonates from He Ming's chest, spreading out and along his skin, picked up by the creature as one long, low vibration. The tentacles holding and teasing He Ming shiver in unison all over his body, mimicking the hum in answer. It's listening.

Cehd'ra watches, stunned for a moment, as the thing actually seems to hear what He Ming has to say. The miqo'te has his own gift that lets him communicate through any language barrier...or at least that's what he thought. However the creature 'speaks' it's too alien for the Echo to let him understand...or maybe he simply isn't listening closely enough? Whether he can talk to it the way He Ming seems able to or not, it's clear that calm is the better approach to take.

"Hnn..." His eyes grow heavy as the tentacle inside him goes easier on him, the gentler flexing as it simply moves where it is falling further on the side of pleasurable than painful. With a pitched groan Cehd'ra surrenders, making himself relax and allowing it to push deeper inside. Deep enough for that pulsing to brush over his prostate, triggering a more familiar moan as he finally lets to of the tentacles holding him and instead reaches out, fingertips just able to reach He Ming's thigh.

"Can you...can you really talk to it...?"

There's only one topic the thing is interested in. Feeling Cehd'ra's struggling come to an end it shows it's gratitude with another shiver over He Ming, sliding further into his hole before withdrawing, starting to pump in and out. The slime it exudes spreads, easing the passage as the thing works on stretching He Ming for more.

"Mm, a little." He Ming's mind, at least, hears its voice. The tentacles curled around him hold him in place, firm and slick and wonderfully strange. The pleasure washes over him in waves. When Cehd'ra's fingers reach him, the warmth actually makes He Ming shiver, it's such a contrast to the cool wetness of the creature's touch.

"It's pretty big." The additional slick is enough to get him open, relaxed, and let it fill him with more and more girth. Licking his lips and looking down, He Ming is finally able to get a better look at Cehd'ra as the creature begins to penetrate him as well. "I can see it fucking you. That's—hot."

He's really never had a filter, and now is no exception. He Ming lets out a deep, breathless moan, the only thing that keeps him from talking, and watches the tentacle inside of Cehd'ra pulse and rotate left and right, the tip inside him curling and rubbing against his inner passage.

The follow-up question of 'can you tell it to let us go' never makes it to Cehd'ra's lips. Instead he chokes on his next breath and cries out, the twisting tentacle inside him kicking up like nothing he's ever felt before. Better than anything he's felt before. His cock twitches, clear pre dripping from the tip and mixing with the creature's slime as the flexible tendril inside misses nothing. "Ahh! He Ming it...its--!"

It's good. Cehd'ra's toes curl and his fingers tremble where they brush against the other's skin. He might come from this. He will come from this if it keeps going.

How Cehd'ra responds seems to influence what the creature tries with He Ming and vice versa. The trickle from the tip of Cehd'ra's cock is sought out on He Ming, the tentacle that had only been squeezing his cock now swirling over the head, polishing and teasing at his slit. The tentacle inside him still seeing how deep it can reach so it's instead joined by another, thinner one. It flicks over He Ming's ring of muscle before working its way inside, twisting and curling, honing in on his prostate as well.

His cock is so hard. So hard. Cehd'ra's voice is near enough that it spurs him on even more, audible over his pulse pounding in his ears as the thick tentacle fucking him plunges deeper on every thrust. It presses against his stomach from the inside. He feels immensely full already, and when a second tendril joins it, He Ming gives a full-body shudder and sags forward, overwhelmed, but still looking at Cehd'ra through his lashes.

"You're so hard." He Ming inhales shakily, eyelids fluttering as his own dick twitches and he leaks enough precum for the creature to pick up and swipe over his slit. The pointed tip of the tentacle is almost too intent, and He Ming squirms with a soft whine. "I want to... suck you off too."

The creature pauses, stilling its sinuous movements. Then the tentacle inside of Cehd'ra curls almost in half, coiling inside of him to a thicker girth. He Ming is lowered slowly until he can set his knees firmly on the ground. The creature must have heard him, or understood some of his statement. Even with his arms still pinned to his sides, He Ming can shuffle forward and bow his head over Cehd'ra's groin. Something of the slickness and feeling of being completely surrounded by unknown contact is driving He Ming to an even higher level of excitement. He licks his lips, and bends down to press a sloppy kiss to Cehd'ra's shaft between the tentacles.

Those pauses are quickly becoming warning signs for Cehd'ra. He gulps down air in the brief space given, blinking up at He Ming as it honestly takes him a moment to figure out what the words he's saying mean. The creature almost figures it out first, but Cehd'ra manages a nod before it moves again. It's all so much but yes, more, and a normal sort of more too makes it all the more appealing. He Ming's so good with his mouth--

"Haa!" The pause ends with a sudden spike of pressure, the folding tentacle doubling back and it isn't so deep but gods he's so full, the thickness, almost a knot inside him, all Cehd'ra can do is squirm and wail under both the creature and He Ming. That and come. It's like a blow to the gut it happens so fast, the miqo'te's body curling in on itself before the tentacles draw him back out, cock twitching and spilling onto his stomach near He Ming's lips.

Yes, keeping the two close is much better.

The creature is seeking out He Ming's limits, squirming inside until it can go no further, shifting about to the point where Cehd'ra could see the other's belly bulging if he took the chance to look. It gives He Ming a few more exploratory thrusts, just to be sure, before all of a sudden drawing back with a long, sloppy noise. It focuses on his hole instead, circling and thrusting shallow now, working itself around and around, needing He Ming as open as possible and then some.

Being fucked from behind on his knees with his arms trapped, He Ming feels overwhelmed, almost, unable to move his body of his own will. All he can comprehend is the sensation of being thoroughly penetrated and the taste and feel of Cehd'ra on his tongue. His skin is wonderfully warm. Flattening his tongue, He Ming laps at the release with his eyes falling shut. Ah, the creature is so deep inside of him, filling him up so much, like it's going to burst out of his stomach.

Somehow that doesn't turn him off at all. Instead He Ming rolls his hips back, back arching to put his ass up higher. When so abruptly emptied, He Ming's eyes squeeze shut and he yelps, clawing at the tentacles for a moment before being distracted by returned sensation of thrusting. His body feels empty, and his ass is being fucked so, so open.

"Cehd'ra..." He Ming moans and latches his mouth onto one side of his hip, kissing and sucking at the skin until it reddens under his attention. His voice is almost a whine as he slumps further down, only held up by the grip of the creature. "It feels, mm, it keeps opening me more and more. It's going to put something big in me. Do you feel it, Cehd'ra?"

Even if he may not be thinking of it consciously, Cehd'ra will certainly feel the tentacle turn around inside of him. Another is pulling at the rim of his hole, forcing him further open with continual thrusts and movements.

Finally there's more of He Ming that Cehd'ra can reach with the man down near his hips. Fingers brush through He Ming's hair, leaving bits of mucus behind from where he'd been grappling with the tentacles earlier, but after his first climax Cehd'ra's slipping too far to care. All his body is telling him is how well he's being fucked, the tentacle turning again while another traces along the edge, a tease in comparison. Adding to that the sweep of He Ming's tongue and scrape of his teeth, the ragged sound of his voice reaching his ears, sounding even hungrier for it than Cehd'ra feels...

"Whatsit, what's it want?" Cehd'ra whimpers, struggling to focus. He can see the squirming limbs behind He Ming's hips, the one tentacle joined by another and then a third, though the angle doesn't let him see what exactly they're doing.

The tips of those tentacles hook into He Ming's hole, tugging him open and holding a moment while a slimmer one reaches in and wriggles about in the opening. Finally the thing seems satisfied with whatever it was checking for and He Ming is shifted once again, this time simply turned to bring his hips closer to the central mass.

"He Ming, it...there's more?" Cehd'ra isn't sure what he's seeing but it must be the 'something big' He Ming was guessing at. The tendrils shift and make way, opening up to reveal a new tentacle that's certainly bigger but it seems delicate somehow, the skin almost translucent with a pulsing opening at the end rather than the thin taper. It nudges against He Ming's hole and even with all the prep it's going to be a tight fit...

"It wants..." What does it want from them? He Ming licks his lips, letting his head loll down as he listens to a voice that isn't really a voice.

It has a simple desire that almost every living thing shares. He Ming understands. Without a word he nods, shifting to raise his hips further up. Breathy moans leave his mouth as he settles, whimpering at the pull of pointed tentacles at the rim of his ass.

"It's going in. It's, mm, putting its eggs into me." The words come out without hesitation now that He Ming knows. He's happy to help anyone who needs it. Or anything. He moves to rest his cheek on Cehd'ra's side, snuggling against him as the tentacle stuffing itself into his ass forces its way in.

"It's really big. Cehd'ra, are you ready?"

Tentacles begin to push Cehd'ra's legs apart, opening up his thighs.

"It--what?"

Cehd'ra blinks and blinks again, the absurdity of He Ming's answer causing his thoughts to skip and scatter. He watches that new tentacle arching up as it pushes into He Ming, the skin of it glistening as it moves deeper. More of the creature's limbs curl around He Ming's upper thighs and hips, holding him aloft and open just as Cehd'ra feels them doing the same to him.

"It can't." It shouldn't be possible but Cehd'ra can see it clearly: a round shape sliding down the tentacle, the bulge of it smoothly gliding down until it stops, now flush against He Ming's hole. Cehd'ra reaches, clinging to He Ming as if he could pull him away from the thing but for all his strength there's no getting either of them out of this by now.

The ovipositor twists one way then another, working the first egg back and forth with agonizing care to get it inside of the warm, safe place He Ming is so selflessly providing.

The tip of the ovipositor twitches as the length of it contracts, working the egg all the way from some sac within the creature to where it will be deposited and incubated. He Ming makes a mildly complaining sound, lips pursing. It's really big.

"It's going to do it. Mm, it has to, to have children." He Ming can't turn it away, and it feels so good that he almost welcomes it. He drags his teeth over Cehd'ra's hip, nipping and sucking at the spot on his skin with a deep moan. "It's going in..."

With a few deep breaths in and out, he relaxes enough for the creature to succeed. The egg forces his rim open, forcing him to put his knees even wider apart before popping in and sinking into his ass. The ovipositor pushes a few more times, getting it settled deeper inside.

"Big," is all He Ming manages to gasp. "It's so big, Cehd'ra. Hnn."

There are only a few more seconds, filled by He Ming's gasping and whimpering, before the ovipositor withdraws and moves to prod between Cehd'ra's thighs in turn. It pulses, spilling more abundant lubrication between his asscheeks before attempting to enter.

The cold shock of He Ming's answer is eclipsed as Cehd'ra sees it happen. It still seems impossible but it happens all the same, the sounds He Ming makes somehow more obscene than the sight of it. That bump disappears past the curve of He Ming's ass, his legs now spread so wide even after the ovipositor retracts and disappears below.

"'Can't...it can't...it won't fit--ngh-haaa!" Cehd'ra jumps in the thing's grip as he feels that gush of slick, the curled tentacle inside him moving again, the tapered end wriggling out as if holding him open for the thickest invader yet. He's smaller than He Ming, not by much but he fears it's enough to make a difference. Unfortunately that doesn't phase the creature in the least if it notices at all. Like before it twists itself side to side, replacing the tentacle that had kept the miqo'te's hole open. He gasps for air, yelping when it finally pushes inside--it's muscled strangely compared to the other tentacles, ridges formed by the rings of it and making Cehd'ra shiver and twitch as it inches deeper inside. It can't, it can't, but it is, and the reality of it reduces the warrior to a trembling kitten. "He- He Minnng!"

As the next egg travels down the creature cradles He Ming, letting his legs come closer together and brushing over the bulge in his stomach and curling once more over his cock. Such good incubators deserve a reward. Below him Cehd'ra's head falls back with a yowl as his turn comes, the same side to side motion now stretching him for the growing curve of the egg.

"It's so bi—big, mmmmfuck." He Ming tries not to curse most of the time, but sometimes it just slips out. He thinks that when the weight of the egg is so big he can feel his stomach distending, he's allowed to swear. And allowed to bite Cehd'ra a little more, straight, blunt teeth just pinching skin. He rolls his hips into air before releasing Cehd'ra again at that yowl.

The creature is struggling to get the egg into him. It must be practiced, because it changes angle multiple times until finding one that works. When its continued contractions finally push the tapered end of the egg into Cehd'ra's ass, it seems to almost perk up. A few more hard squeezes of the ovipositor, and the egg is forced into him completely. Other appendages hold his hips and thighs in place.

He Ming has mostly collapsed onto his front by this point, panting and beginning to whine as the slick contact of tentacles on his shaft increases. No longer deprived of physical contact, He Ming works his hips again, thrusting into the grip. A rapid and low-intensity climax rushes over him, through him, and he spends himself all over the tentacles and the floor.

"Cehd'ra," he chokes out. "I'm so full."

Why is Cehd'ra the one being bitten? He didn't fuck He Ming stupid and stuff an egg into him...though he did summon the creature responsible for those things, so maybe biting is fair. In truth the sharp pain of He Ming's teeth is almost welcome as a distraction from what's happening, even if it isn't enough of one, to the point where Cehd'ra whimpers and reaches pulls on He Ming's hair when he stops. His whole body rolls with the force needed to get the egg inside, belly bulging out as it's pushed deeper, well past his abused hole.

Somehow he's hard again, the constant rubbing over his prostate making his cock drool and twitch. The egg itself is a constant weight, stretching him to the point he fears moving too much will cause something inside him to break.

"I--I am too," he manages to say, breath hiccuping as every tiny shift of the egg makes him shudder, which makes the egg move, cycling into Cehd'ra being unable to completely stop himself from shaking. "M'so sorry, He Ming, I di--didn't think this'd happen..."

The ovipositor retreats back into the creature's mass, still holding them both and smoothing over their stomachs as if trying to comfort them. It may have been, it also may have been feeling to make sure neither of them tried to reject its children too soon, keeping both pairs of hips canted upwards so that gravity works against them should they try.

Pulled down by the weight, He Ming sags a few inches more. The bulge in his belly brushes the tops of his thighs, and mixed with the sensation of the tentacles still rubbing all over his bared skin, He Ming shudders uncontrollably. He'd come once. Already arousal is making a comeback.

Cehd'ra doesn't sound like he's having as much fun. In an attempt to soothe him, He Ming shuffles along on his knees. He has to wiggle around because of the hold the creature still has on his hips, but he moves far up enough to kiss Cehd'ra softly on the lips before he's overcome by the need to gasp for breath again at a shift of the egg.

It's really so big. He Ming rests his cheek on the ground next to Cehd'ra, eyelids fluttering for a few seconds before he manages to speak again. "It's okay," he murmurs. "I feel really good. Like I'm gonna come again and again. And so full."

He supposes this might be close to what being pregnant feels like, and settles again so that he's as comfortable as he can be. Adjusting to the situation wasn't as hard as he might have thought before, and he puts it down to his people skills.

"I wanna cuddle," he mumbles. A moment later the tentacles around him loosen, then are joined by several more that wrap around him in almost an embrace. That's not really what He Ming intended. He'll take it, though, with a tired giggle. Beside him, another long, thick tentacle slithers along the floor to sweep under Cehd'ra's back and raise him slightly from the ground and closer to He Ming.

Is it really? He Ming keeps insisting it's fine and...and he does seem to be, crooning like he's in heaven. And it does feel pleasurable for Cehd'ra too, especially when those tentacles finally change their grip and lift him. The egg shifts, dropping lower, and that weight rests squarely on his prostate making the miqo'te choke out a cry until he's coming again. His arms find He Ming, pulling them together with what strength he can manage as the tentacles continue to wind around them both.

"S'just so much," he gasps, hiding in the crook of He Ming's neck. Their bellies brush against each one another's, the sensation alien enough it makes Cehd'ra jump and his tail twitch. Yet slowly he makes himself settle, having less choice as the creature now seems content to hold the pair of them as they hold onto each other. How long will it keep them like this? How long until the eggs...Cehd'ra doesn't want to think about it. Getting them in was harrowing enough. He can't really think about it either, his thoughts keep shorting out as that full feeling He Ming learned to embrace from the start is getting to the miqo'te as well.

It is good, as He Ming says, like he's going to come over and over...like he is with the constant stimulation, nerves firing again and again in constant waves of heat intense enough he's shivering with each wane. "'Tired..."

Like a constantly adjusting piece of furniture, the creature's tentacles shift around, finally letting He Ming's arms go. Without the support he nearly falls into Cehd'ra. After a second of whimpering He Ming succeeds in propping himself up on his elbows so he isn't putting more weight on Cehd'ra's swollen belly nor his own.

"I know," He Ming murmurs, turning to kiss the crown of his head. "It's a lot. But..."

He can do this. The creature just wants to have a baby, and He Ming and Cehd'ra could make it so happy. Inhaling and exhaling carefully to steady his breathing, He Ming gathers himself to move again and curl up with an arm over his stomach next to Cehd'ra.

"It'll be good," he finally continues in a dreamy whisper. The creature nudges his thoughts towards the pleasure, only the wonderful, overwhelming feelings of pressure inside him and the slick appendage starting to tease his ass and cock again. "Here, Cehd'ra..." Taking advantage of his hands being released, He Ming cups his cheek so he can turn Cehd'ra to face him for a soft, sweet kiss.

He Ming's drop has Cehd'ra immediately regretting tugging on him to begin with, the miqo'te making a deeply unhappy sound at the added weight before the other moves off, helped just as much by the tentacles until they are laid out side by side. It's still not idea but it's the most comfortable he's been so far, cradled in a soft, wet grip that curls around his shoulders and thighs. He Ming's warm presence is the greater comfort, even after nearly squishing him, Cehd'ra turning into his touch and mumbling something unclear against He Ming's lips. A kiss? Just a kiss is kind of nice right now...

It's easier on his side. The weight less severe and Cehd'ra dares to think he might be able to rest. Unfortunately the creature's idea of rest still involves idle groping, a tentacle sliding between his cheeks, rubbing at his tender hole and finding his tail. The tip curls around the base of it curiously, another tentacle sweeping over He Ming's hips and--no, this is definitely different and something the creature missed when it had Cehd'ra pinned to the floor.

"Hn, aah!" Cehd'ra grasps at He Ming's hands, clinging and squirming as the creature finds a new means of stimulating.

Settling down, He Ming's shuddering slows and finally stops. Regardless of how dangerous or strange this situation is, it's Cehd'ra. He feels good.

Cehd'ra, meanwhile, appears to be struggling. Managing to open his eyes, He Ming looks at him with some surprise to see his overwhelmed reaction. Unable to move well with the weight in his stomach, he settles for trying to crane his neck and trying to reassuringly stroke the back of Cehd'ra's hands.

"What's wrong?" he whispers. He sucks in a quick breath when the creature flicks its tentacle at his asshole, trying not to get distracted. "Are you okay?"

It doesn't seem so, but He Ming can't see what's going on. He doesn't see the creature wind one appendage around his tail. Coiling carefully around it, the tentacle strokes the fur with wet, sinuous movements.

Further from the base the feeling isn't as strong, but it's still sensation when all Cehd'ra wants is rest. Curled around it and stroking, the movement enough to gently pull...his tail twitches in the creature's grip, wanting to flick and swing but only held and explored at its leisure just like everything else.

The question gets a startled laugh out of Cehd'ra even as he curls closer. No, no he's not really okay, but admitting as much feels wrong. He Ming is fine in spite of everything, Cehd'ra wants to follow that example...he only wishes it were easier. "S'got my tail..."

The explanation is mumbled against He Ming's knuckles, Cehd'ra inching himself closer to the only normal thing left. If he can just rest, even sleep, maybe he will wake up and it will all have been a dream? It would offer some escape if nothing else, but the creature seems to have no intention of leaving its incubators be just yet. Tentacles stroke and smooth over the both of them, teasing whenever it passes over a hole or cock or nipple, almost treasuring.

"Oh, your tail." He Ming tries to look, trying to help Cehd'ra in whatever way he can, but a soft press of the tentacle through his already-abused entrance has him freezing in place.

"Does it hurt?" he manages to ask a moment later. Extending his fingers, he strokes Cehd'ra's jaw, attempting to soothe him. "I think... I think it'll be over soon."

This time He Ming doesn't have any basis for what he's saying. But he's sure it'll end, right? An egg has to develop and then hatch. Forcing himself forward, He Ming kisses Cehd'ra again, moaning against his lips as the tentacle circles around his rim again. The appendage toying with Cehd'ra's tail, dissatisfied by his lessened reactions, returns to the base of it to rub right beneath the spot it connects to his body.

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.

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.

It isn't long before Cehd'ra catches up. Just enough time for He Ming's reaction to sink in, to realize something's happened or rather that something's happening. The miqo'te hiccups, trying to stifle his cries but can only muffle them. The constant teasing of his tail makes it impossible to put more than a couple of thoughts together at one time, but it sounds like He Ming is worried and the instinctive response to that is to reach out and hold him. Cehd'ra winds his arms around He Ming's shoulders, pulling their upper bodies close as the tentacles still have everything below the waist held hostage. He muffles another tired wail against He Ming's neck when the pressure inside him changes.

The unforgiving edge of pressure softens, the mass no smaller but now with a give to it...it's honestly a relief, dialing the intensity further away from painful. Which only left... "Ooh...!"

Weird was one thing to call it, as the egg's shape changed--gods, why was it changing? What was happening to them now?--its weight changed with it, shifting lower...and then higher?

"It...it's moving. He Ming. He Ming it...gods why is it moving?!" Tiny movements really, but from deep inside each little shift feels magnified, more so as the eggs' shells continue to soften and break down.

As long as they're together, He Ming feels a little better. As long as Cehd'ra's with him, he has someone to kiss and touch and embrace as the movement inside of him intensifies.

"Don't cry," he whispers, while he chokes back a whimper of his own. He kisses his cheek and shuts his eyes again as the mass inside of him moves again, changing shape from spherical to something shapeless. "I think it's hatching. That means it'll be over soon, right? Okay?"

With an effort He Ming cranes his neck, moving enough to lick at the corner of Cehd'ra's mouth instead of only kissing his cheek. As their arms are around each other He Ming feels warmer and more grounded. He tastes salt from his sweat, the flavor of his skin fantastically musky on his tongue.

A rush of wet slick leaks out between He Ming's legs as the last of the shell gives. The keen that leaves his mouth makes his throat hurt. "It's going to come out," he gasps. "It's moving because it's alive."

Cehd'ra's tail gets no breaks at all. Even as the eggshell within him disintegrates, leaving a mess of fluid and fist-sized, squirming ball of tentacles in him, the appendages of the parent creature apply firm pressure to the base of his tail in a sinewy coil.

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