[Regifortis]

Tobias never thought the lap of his King would be so warm...oh, right, he had to say all of this. But he had to draw ragged breaths past the immense mass and pressure inside him; he was just thankful he could breathe at all in this state.

"My King is warm...very pleasant kinda warmth. I feel like I'm dreamin'. I can't look at myself like this and say it's just any ol' day." He pressed a hand to his overstuffed stomach - two ragged mountain ranges running side by side up the red-grassed land - to his chest bulging with ribbed heads and electrified with how he started tugging the clamps again. "I...I love being full of yer cocks, my King, just as you say. Stuck like a roast pig on a spit, that's what I am. There's no other way to see it. And that there paintin' yer makin' is just bizarre. N-Not in a bad way, but I can see myself with you...skewerin' me all...nngh..." Tobias felt the King's cocks twitch. "AAAH! THIS CAN'T BE REAL! BUT IT HAS TO BE, IT'S TOO DARNED PAINFUL AND TOO DARNED GOOD! nnnNGHAA!"

He had to stop, feeling winded from foolishly shouting with so much cock bloating his body. Yet when another flick of that tongue traced along his rim, Tobias's mind became foggy with lust. Words became a struggle to conceive. Whatever magic his King used to make all this happen was enough to render him speechless. He would just show what his body desired. With weak and unsteady feet, he tried to stand up and seat himself back down onto the King. But the movement nearly made him faint from the shock of his organs rearranging too quickly. He still wasn't quite ready...