*drags hands down face* ffffffaaaackkkk
all those long sticky tongues zipping out and tasting his sweat while he gets bred up by one of the bigger blue Lizalfos. Stronger monsters have first dibs of course.
later he’s riding on horseback and creaming his britches because the eggs are pressing against his prostate something fierce.
(he lays them in a hot spring near the fire lands, pats them all a few times, then goes back on his travels)