[Regifortis]

Tobias hadn't considered a kiss from the King. But it was a wonder that he didn't with how much warmth and gentleness and...love came from something as simple as embracing tongues. He had no need to yell now that his mouth was no longer empty. This King he adored had claimed him, all of him. His tongue learned the way to kiss a dragon quickly and eagerly, enjoying the coarseness for how it rubbed his flesh just so. For how it meant this was all real. He gladly broadcast his thoughts to the world, so his King could hear them, while his tongue was busy worshiping such a gorgeous creature.

And then...finally, excitingly, Tobias felt his King slowly start to fuck him. To make love to him, the terms were one and the same now. It was as base and lust-driven as it was heartfelt and pure. Every inch of the colossal cocks rubbed him raw and rubbed him right. Ridges tickled him teasingly. Bumps scratched him for great relief. The heads were close enough for him to touch through his skin, and so he rubbed them while they still moved slowly. In between pulling on the wise gift of nipple clamps, of course.

The wonderfully bizarre tail spreading the rift between the ridges of flesh within him turned out to be the perfect fit. The space that formed as Tobias embraced his love of his King's cocks and tail, as well as for the King himself, was where the tail found purchase. Smooth and cool scales eased the heat coming off the blood-turgid penises he now clenched around. The contrast made all three intrusions all the more transcendently erotic. All while he had his eyes shut in kissing his King. He was perfectly full. But soon, he would want more...and he knew his King would, as well.