[Regifortis]

Tobias laughed, but it was a pleasant laugh coming from the contentment of being with his mate. And colored with the ecstasy he now writhed in. "I didn't know terms like that bemused you. You're a father, then. A father of dragons, that's how I'll describe your virility." He tugged on the clamps for emphasis of certain words.

As he listened to his dear King explain every desire and concern, his glee for the days to come grew like the greed for his mate's affections. "I'll devour that knowledge, my King. I have no ill will for the life of a logger, it treated me well. But I'll enjoy returning to my roots of scholarship. I want to know what you know, everything and anything you're willing to tell me! As for getting even more pregnant..." Tobias stalled. "Perhaps I'll need to know more about birthing dragons itself, first. I know that human birth is agonizing, even with one child. I feel packed to the brim with your children as it is, and I've only been pregnant for some minutes! It's delicious, it fills me with pride, but having even more...I'll admit it frightens me. Please let me think on that, my King. I would love to bear you a bear body's worth of children, but not if I can't take it.