Marcus chuckled at the sight of his mate stuffed full of his seed and the new life it would bring. He wouldn't know the number of whelps in that belly for a few days but he guesstimated there was at least 10 developing. Ten or more strong warriors would soon be born into this world. He smiled at his daydream.
"We must find a proper endearment for you. The mother of dragons will not be called a 'fertile whore'.". He spat out the human words because they offended him greatly. "Mate doesn't carry the same status that you command."
Marcus stood up and offered both hands. "It will be very nice to see you carry my seed when you stand." Tobias had been either on all fours, his knees, or the King's cocks since his arrival except for that brief moment at the beginning.
He used his chin to motion to the shelves. "Magically returned to their places." He explained before he helped his precious up. "Would you like one inside you now?"
"We must find a proper endearment for you. The mother of dragons will not be called a 'fertile whore'.". He spat out the human words because they offended him greatly. "Mate doesn't carry the same status that you command."
Marcus stood up and offered both hands. "It will be very nice to see you carry my seed when you stand." Tobias had been either on all fours, his knees, or the King's cocks since his arrival except for that brief moment at the beginning.
He used his chin to motion to the shelves. "Magically returned to their places." He explained before he helped his precious up. "Would you like one inside you now?"