[Regifortis]

Tobias squeezed his buttocks together as he worshiped his King, imagining how large they would be when he was ready to give birth for the first time. He was learning to think and act in the same instance, to be gone to the lust and greed within him while answering concerns of his King and thinking carefully. But thinking too much seemed like a waste. This was a dream, he was supposed to be resting. He would speak his mind in the waking world, when his King welcomed him to a new day. And when he didn't have a master of kissing working his magic in a meadow they were merely visiting.

So his senses blurred together more fluidly. His mate's cock grew more and more power over him, making him realize the kind of submissive bliss that must have inspired his followers in the day to make the idol that sweetly speared him. And the expanse of space beyond them had the stars come together into a single, white light...

Gentle brightness, soft and playful tongue, loving hands. Tobias opened his eyes, and saw his King over him, eyes shut in his own bliss. He didn't feel like stopping it just then. But the realization that his mate made love to him all night, gently and carefully...he watched as the seed that came from his larger fatherly organs had more volume than before. He didn't know how potent it could be, and he didn't much care. They finally parted, and his King helped him sit up.

"G'mornin'", Tobias said sleepily. He looked over his body. He wondered why he felt so much more...'motherly' in that dream, not feminine per se but more prepared to give life. If anything, he felt that his voice was deeper than usual, not more masculine per se but carrying a tone of greater command. "I'm looking forward to waking up like this every morning, my King."