[Regifortis]

Tobias was still too breathless to give his verbal assent, but he obeyed and stayed still. Obeying definitely made him feel better. Perhaps it was the magic his King mentioned, but he felt air flowing into him a little easier. The fog muddling his thoughts cleared, but it seemed that was only so a blooming warmth bright at the sun could become another layer upon the transcendent lust and affection that propagated itself across his being.

He was a hole. His entire body was devoted to squeezing the majestic cocks inside him right now, for the sake of merely feeling them inside him. And the promises his King made were true. The painting of his impossibly swollen body became clearer and clearer, as if the canvas were becoming silvered glass. And his breathing was, miraculously, restored to him.

"...T-Thank you, my King. It's all just as you done told me. I...I want to feel your gorgeous cocks thrustin' in and out of me. Either by me bouncin' on 'em or you buckin' 'em into me, I hardly care right now. This feelin'...I'm gonna forget my own name, there's no words for it! All I know is I want more...!"

Tobias anxiously looked to the canvas. Just a little longer...