That was really something else, the way they both got carried away. The wild high of having a dragon at her mercy, the guilty pang afterwards of seeing the imprint of the rug upon his cheek and realizing how uncharacteristically rough she had been with him... You're okay, right? she'd asked him anxiously as she untied his bonds. That was okay? You took it so well, my treasure. A better consort I couldn't imagine...

Yes, it was a wise choice to save that idol (dildo) for something special. An experience like that should stay fresh! They'll get too used to it if it happens often... Among several other reasons to put that thing away for now. Possibly as many as a dozen reasons.

"You think it's that many?" Ariane peers down at his belly, thinking of the previous brood and how the individual eggs compare to him now, grown huge with her clutch. (Hers!!) In her rough estimation it's... not implausible. Her gaze lifts to meet his, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "I want to be there when he sees them. Not even a dragon, and I gave you more eggs than him!"

She's just about to kiss him again when he groans, and immediately she draws back to give him a little breathing room. Though she keeps her hands upon his belly, she can't feel anything different. Not that that means much— she isn't the one carrying them, after all!

"Is everything all right? Want to go lie down?"

Perhaps he'd be more comfortable in his nest?