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The delicious subject
🕑 Added 2022-06-25 16:57:49 +0000 UTCDelicious subjects
Lionel is known to be a demanding but fair king. Many tales and rumors make the round about the legendarily attractive ruler. It is also known that he requires everyone to be shrunken to the size of mice before they are granted an audience with the manly lion king.
However this would not stop Alex from trying to get his kings attention. In fact Alex was convinced that once the king saw him, he would grand him property and rights. And Alex had good reason to think so. He was cunning, charming, talented with words and he was a slender handsome caracal. If he was unable to melt people with his charm and wits, his impressive bulge would do the trick. But as a fair sportsman he would resort to his physical traits only as a last joker. Whenever he found interest in men or women he had little trouble of luring them and devouring them. Once he even fed one of his unfortunate victims to his manhood. And up to this day he is convinced that his already large sac came to grow even more, permanently, due to this pleasurable feast.
However, he keeps undertakings like these a secret. He is of feline decent and ambushing his unaware prey is almost half the fun for him. Seeing their surprised faces, when facing his primitive desires, their primitive, disgraceful and intimate deaths – as the ultimate consequence for their failure to withstand him.
The king – he thought – would make a most interesting toy.
So he used all of his skills to convince some low life from the docks, that he figured out a plan to overcome the king. With his social soft-skills he quickly found several willing individuals. All rather poorly educated but honest and hard working men. However Alex found a fossa to be most suitable. The Fossa was no one special. Just a simple guy with a slender build. He worked at the docks during daytime while at night he improved his income by the occasional stole coins he managed to pick out of unaware purses.
This kind of guys was just right for Alex. He convinced him, that he will need his help to trick king Lionel. The plan Alex made up was rather vague… it involved getting shrunken and asking for an audience with the king. While Alex gains the kings attention, the fossa would have ample of time to steal valuables… or so the plan goes. However the fossa was not really listening or concerned about details or even logic. While he was scared of the mere though of messing with a lion like the king, at first. Alex managed to -as he always does- lure the guy in with his charm. As Alex implied that after the successful mission was completed they both would celebrate the victory by sharing the prey and spending it for “quality time together“– while he grabbed his own bulge - the companion was secretly convinced. Though he would not ever show his affection but he was quite intrigued by the Caracal. Alex was all he never had. He was educated, perfectly beautiful, he smelled like roses covered with morning dew and he had this incredibly manly bulge, which doubtlessly represented a delicious and juicy caracalhood. So the fossa agreed to whatever plan Alex came up with. In fact he had no idea what Alex said. He just couldn’t stop thinking about the caracals bulge. And the distant chance of having se with the man.
Alex on the other hand was pleased, things were going as planned. With the fossa at his side he went to the palace and got shrunken by Lionel´s guards. They approached the throne room. Lionel´s deep and thundering voice was echoing throughout the halls of the palace. That alone was enough to lift the men´s anticipation to get to meet the legendary king. As they entered the room they felt even smaller, even tinier then they really were. Lionel was in fact more manly and muscular then the tales and stories about the king were making them think. His eyes were piercing, his facial features were soft but jet manly, his mane was flawless and shining in the glare of the sun beams, radiating through the windows. Lionels torso was incredibly muscular, he looked like he could crush someone by giving them a hug. – Though that was something the shrunken men would not have to fear in their current stage- But to the biggest surprise was the king was completely naked! He was undressed, with the exception of some royal ornaments. His massive Lionhood was hanging above the two men. Besides their kings feed and his fat sack and foreskin they were not able to see much more of their king for a moment. Why was he naked? Was his sheer size not already intimidating enough?
It was rather difficult not to stare at a ripe lions sack for even a moment. The fossa´s body started to react immediately. His member was literally peeking out of his loincloth. Lionel crossed his arms, waiting impatiently. His fat flaccid thing was casually dangling above the men.
With immense effort Alex focused and commenced with his plan. He started his speech with a polite bow and presented his fossa companion to his king. He in fact stated to turn him in. Alex pledged loyalty to the king and to all his laws. And as a prove of his loyalty he captured this “criminal” who has been stealing and pillaging innocent citizens throughout the last month´s.
The fossa himself did not realize that Alex was sacrificing him. In Fact he was still staring at the mighty lion´s crotch. The king seemed pleased, casually bend down and grabbed the fossa. Without any further inspection or words he opened his mouth and lowered the poor guy inside his fleshy, hot, saliva filled throat. After an unceremonial and brief glurp the fossa disappeared inside the Lions body.
Alex was quite shocked about this event. He had not thought that his king would – without a second thought- be able to perform such intimate and punishing actions. Alex expected at least some superficial questions… for a moment he was perplexed. He gulped down his own shock and performed another polite bow before his king. “I was eager to serve thee my king. I hope that your grace has clear sight upon my loyalty. Surely thou´r knowledge about people tells thee that I deserve to be renumerated handsomely.”
Alex was amazed about himself, how quickly he handled himself and came back to business. He was breathing heavily, hoping to meet a more merciful fate by his lion king. In fact he was wishing to just leave the place and get to safety. However Alex noticed a distinctly penetrating scent of musk. As he looked up again he saw … well he saw nothing else then an enormous Pe*is towering above him. The wide and wrinkly foreskin covering the tip of the flaccid member was forming a long tunnel. The soft and hot flesh was coated with a light reflecting moisture. In the middle of this grotesque flesh-monster a dark abyss stared at Alex. It was the Lions piss-hole and it grew larger and darker as closer it came towards Alex´s face. The foreskin had already touched Alexs shoulders, it laid onto him, engulfing his torso like a slick blanked made of heavy flesh. It felt like he was eaten by a slug or something. Then the dark hole suddenly sucked in his face and the tiny caracal sank inside the Linon´s manhood. The flaccid member sucked in the desperately squirming body. No matter how much Alex tried to kick or wind himself free of the firm grip of the fleshy slug that devoured him, he sunk in deeper an deeper … into the superior men´s piss hole.
With a quiet moan Lionel kept massaging his thick soft shlong. He enjoyed the tiny guy to slowly decent into his sac. Soon Alex was reduced to nothing more then a bulge inside the Lions ugly, wrinkly smelly ball sack. The male caracal literally added to these fat lion´s testicles. Lionel has devoured many men and women this very day. As it is his routine. He will squad down casually and shit out whatever his body has left of their bodies. They are nothing more then feces, regardless of him being a king or superior. All his body can make of his subject is poop and piss. But this cunning little Caracal, who´s name he didn’t even bothered to ask, would become something different. He will digest to become thick and sticky ball sack slime, within his man orbs. A fate not particularly flattering or desirable for the prey. But Lionel is convinced that this is one of the highest honors preserved for his most delicious subjects.
Comments
CountinSheep
Epic! Two vores in one. Love the internal with skulls
