[Regifortis]

Tobias barely registered what his King said. The cocks inside him were too hard and too big; his breasts and nipples were too erotic and begging him to pinch them; and his belly pressed right against his King felt like an intimate embrace even while they were literally sky high. Let him think once he was on the ground. For every second that they were in the air, Tobias was wholly devoted to love and sex and taking seed. For his King, for himself, and for the future of the world they owned.

"You're perfect for me...! You really are! I fell in love with you so quickly, because I knew you were the only one for me! I love being pregnant, I love being fucked in any way imaginable! I love you...I am your Devoted!!!"

He saw the landscape beneath them glow as his nerves sent explosions of climax all over him. The little death, that moment where he forgot to breathe, felt exactly like the way he wanted to always feel. Seed - wonderful, thick, virile, filling seed - flooded inside his hole once more. He would be having a clutch of eggs soon, but only after his stomach settled and gestated all the seed that bloated him. His stomach pressed into that of his King, but without strain or resistance. They merely met together calmly, and all the seed within pressed down within him to start forming the eggs more quickly. Tobias let his body sob with delight, releasing all the tension he took into himself as the afterglow set in. And as they finally landed, the King seemed to only reluctantly withdraw himself.

Tobias needed to wait a moment before climbing out of the saddle. Or rather the 'sling'. He wanted just a little moment longer alone with his King before they met their subjects.