[Regifortis]

"Then I'll be counting on you to make sure I'm well supported," answered Tobias. He had to take long, deep breaths until the semen inside him settled and did its work. It would be difficult, he understood that. But it was too late to turn back now. He would have to embrace the erotic joy of being wholly dependent on his King.

Tobias stroked over what he could reach of his King's snout, enjoying the feel of draconic musculature under the ebony scales. The tip of his nose...his mate's nostrils were a bit far apart, so he would have to guess a bit. He tentatively dragged the nail of his right index finger around the 'center' to feel how the scales bore the stress. Not surprisingly, it might as well have done nothing with how little force he put behind it. He searched around and scratched more doggedly until he heard his King sigh in relief at last. A small spot, but one that was easy for doing the work.

"I had no idea dragons itched, honestly," commented Tobias idly. "Do you sweat, too? Or is that just a quirk unique to creatures like me?" He playfully scritched under his King's chin, curious if he would get a different reaction or not. No matter how big he got, he'd take any opportunity he had to learn just a little more about the man he married. The Dragon King to which he was mated. Same thing, really.