[Regifortis]

Tobias sighed out of mild frustration. Part of him was still upset about the game, earlier, and he wanted to prove that his control was nothing to scoff at to himself. But the sight of the true Dragon King before him made that all melt away. What a breathtakingly beautiful beast. Every inch of him, even if only to him, exuded manliness and royalty and lust and fatherhood and leadership. And mate. The emotions that came with being mated shone through his eyes: they were so much warmer and inviting than when they first met. His voice boomed even further and clearer than before, making Tobias shudder in the tickling pleasure up his spine. He let his desire to be more disciplined fall to the side, reveling in his King's beauty as he started fixing up the saddle.

It took him a while to figure out how it would sit beneath his King's sleek and scaled stomach, but a bit of experimenting got him to get the right buckles to come together and pull the saddle just tight enough so it wouldn't slip up the spikes. Now...now it was ready. Tobias gulped with unfocused anticipation as he climbed into the saddle and saw how closely his stomach came to that of his eternally handsome King. He hoped it wasn't close enough to cause any issues. No, the King wouldn't stand for that; he'd fix it or have Tobias fix it before they left.

He gripped what little material of the saddle laid beside his swollen body. The idea of flying was abstract to him, even after being carried here in a fit of rage, but he was willing to try anything once.