[Regifortis]

Faintly, very faintly, Tobias recalled a dispute he had with the father of another logging family. He couldn't recall exactly what the problem was, but the exchange ended with the other man shouting "Sit on it!" and stomping away. A manly man doing that sort of thing, even the notion of it, was a crude and outrageous insult. But now he was doing exactly that, with a dragon from whom he held no secrets. Two colossal, ribbed, ebony erections distorted him from the inside out, and the pain he bore to seek untold pleasure was already paying off.

His tiny human body couldn't possibly store all this erotic flesh. Both of these cocks had to be creating more space as they penetrated him deeper and deeper. And yet he felt every ridge of the rigid phalluses; every curve of the fat and perpendicular flesh; every inch of his body expanding beyond reason in order to stretch around dragon cock that he has asked to have inside him. His own choice made him tremble as much as this divine gradient of pain to pleasure, seemingly proportional to how far down gravity and magic and sheer willpower compelled him to take a seat on his King's lap in this position. His eyes looked over the stomach of the Dragon King as it rose above him...he literally was a majestic creature.

All the while, this king of dragons teased his oversensitive nipples and talked dirty to him. Tobias never had to wonder if his King was enjoying himself. What he wondered was...w-was if he could handle this near volcanic force of bliss building up in him...! Not orgasmic, amazingly, but a whole-bodied experience of every cell in his body crying out in relief from sexual frustration! Nipples being pulled, the King's voice crooning so sweetly, body stretched beyond recognition, dual cock heads and shafts embedded up to his chest, and so much of them! How was he to...do anything but just sit there, now that he sat on the lap of the King?