Lion-Sucked
Magnus' bathhouse was the greatest in the city, bar none. It was a manor unto itself, sprawling and elaborate. Marble statues towered high, tipping pots of ever-flowing water, crystal-clear. Steam rose high to a ceiling made of solid glass. Half the city's glass was in that ceiling, some said. And its rooms were so many that it didn't have sections, it had districts.
The lion noble stood surveying at the edge of an extra-hot tub, heated by the coals below, water dripping from his glistening, golden body. Magnus the Maneless, they called him, but he was no less regal for it. Especially considering his exceptionally muscled body, toned to perfection, the steam working into the elaborately carved crevices that were his muscles. Only making them more sleek, more impressive.
But that was all just set dressing. The real object of attention, most worth of praise, swung heavily back and forth from one one knee to the other. The lion's massive cock was a thunderous slab of dark pink meat, thickly veined. The head was wrapped up in a broad stretch of skin, uncut. That just added to his overall meaty girth, on full display for all his guests. Plenty of whom were looking.
He was most certainly showing off, lingering above them a while before getting settled into the hot water along with the rest of them. All their faces were the types that would be seen on busts, statues, for years to come. The people who made things happen in the bustling city. The ones with all the power. Who every commoner wanted to be.
There was such a concentration of power in that very same bath that none of the servants even dared stray close. Magnus made no orders for them, letting them relax and tend to other things. None of them wanted to be the one who misspoke in front of a particularly temperamental lord, or worse, dropped a refreshment onto them. He understood that just fine.
The current conversational topic at hand regarded the treatment of slaves. Magnus scoffed at the pompousness of the speakers, doing little to hid his disdain as they spoke of beatings, threats, or condescending kindness for good behaviour. Noticing his disapproval, several faces turned towards Magnus.
"Well then, what of you?" a crocodile fellow asked him.
"Indeed. What keeps your servants so loyal, if not the threat of harm should they step out of line?" added a droopy-faced dog.
Magnus cracked his knuckles, rising to his feet as he answered. That let all see his hefty shaft once more, flopping down, cascading water droplets, and in those moments all eyes were on him. As they typically were, even clothed, given his theatrical, captivating manner of speaking. Lots of hand motions.
"Maybe for the more simple-minded, the constant threat of harm is sufficient," Magnus began. "But myself, I am not content to be waited on by the simple-minded. Only the best enter my service. And they are treated with respect. A concept some of you would do well to learn."
The audience was enraptured, but there were many doubting expressions among the listeners. So he went on, relenting one thing.
"But, sometimes, perhaps, a certain punishment must be in order. Some people must simply learn to let go of their pride."
"Castration works wonders for that," said a gruff-looking silver wolf.
"Perhaps. But the traditional method is so barbaric. We're not barbarians, are we? I have my own method."
That brought the already attentive audience to even greater interest. They were leaning in, collectively, for the most part. All but one drunken deer, who instead ogled anyone who came by, sitting there semi-erect for all to see. He had a particularly plump pair of balls on him, one that Magnus had his eyes on.
"Care for a demonstration?" the lion asked, to which there was no protest, if not exactly consensus.
That was enough for him. He seized his spire of a shaft in one hand, raising it some. It wasn't hard, just semi-firm, flopping back down as he lifted it, only to perk up. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, taking on some serpentine motions as he directed it towards that distracted deer. The results were almost immediate. Many gasped.
The impressive, soaking sack the cervine sported began to twitch. Quite visible to all, even beneath the water. He snorted, and turned his attention to the lion, a befuddled look on his face. To all, it looked as if someone were tugging on his balls, like there were a string attached between the lion's flexing, half-hard cock and the deer's orbs.
Magnus continued working his magic. Literally, in fact. Not that he would tell such a superstitious bunch his secret. He simply grunted softly, tugging at the buck's balls from afar, until they were raised right up, stretched out towards him, taut and full. The deer meanwhile was biting his lip, leaning back against the edge of the pool, but he wasn't in any pain. He was actually growing a little harder through it all, filling out that tapered cervine cock a little more with each tug.
Eventually, the deer was tugging back, trying to free himself from that mysterious grip. Magnus didn't flex any harder, merely keeping up whatever process it was. There were murmurings, but mostly were silent. Watching in certain awe. All was hushed until there came a great POP and off came the buck's nuts, soaring from one side of the heated pool to the other, landing right in the palm of the lion's free hand.
The process was entirely bloodless, even painless. The buck was simply stunned, looking down to where his plump, proud sack had once been, replaced simply by a smooth patch of fur as if it had never even been there at all. No scarring, no harm, nothing. There were plenty of oohs and ahhs, and even more of them when Magnus held out that pair he'd stolen away for others to touch.
Rather than roughly torn or chopped off, it had simply been... removed. There was no sign of damage. Each of those hefty orbs was perfectly preserved in their sack, the point of removal smoothed over as if it had always been separate. The other nobles poked and stroked at it, while the deer simply sat there, flustered and still stunned. He hadn't gone soft though.
When that prize had been properly passed around, examined but all who cared to (and refused by some who balked at the very offer), Magnus returned to where he stood and made a simple gesture. Those balls still rested in his outstretched hand, and with the other, he pointed to the tip of his cock. He didn't have to do anything else. They simply obeyed.
They were drawn to that immaculate girth. Leaping out of his hands, floating down smoothly towards the tip of his cock, as he gripped it and kept it raised. It still wasn't fully hard, or even halfway really, but it was perking and flexing with the agility of a python. Such comparisons to a snake were only more apt when it flexed and snapped forth, striking much like a living serpent, snatching those balls right out of the air.
Once gripping them in the lion's broad cockslit, it slurped, sounding like it was swallowing with those wet, gulp-like sounds. The buck's balls vanished into the lion's huge shaft, barely making a bulge, tugged all the way down by the inner flexing. How much of it was deliberate, and how much was simply automatic, trained muscles reacting like they had been taught, really wasn't clear. All anyone knew was it was a messy, juicy process, and the lion's own balls grew briefly tighter once they contained the deer's.
He flexed on his cock's meal, kneading those orbs around inside his own, converting them to a softer and softer form until they simply collapsed under the pressure. Just more cum sloshing around within those heavy, short-furred tanks. And just slightly more girth upon his many inches. Not enough that they could see it. But he could feel it, and that was what really mattered.
Another few moments of his cock flexing, bulging a bit. Rising up some, but not quite fully firm. More than before. And giving some rather rigid pulses from base to tip. Just a few, then more rapidly, as Magnus curled his lips in a pleasured snarl. Everyone was watching. Just wanting to know what his cock did next. Until he simply spurted out a thick rope of lion cum, splashing it across the surface of the water they all shared. Musky, hot, fresh. Made up of what the deer's balls used to be. Now they were no more than a half-orgasm for the endowed cat.
"And that, my friends, is what I can do. But more than just turn it all to cum. Who volunteers for the next part of the demonstration?"
Nobody moved. Some were transfixed in horror. Others, in fascination, or arousal. He saw plenty of them firming up all around him. Staring at his impressive tool. And he wasn't even fully hard. He never really got to that point except for special occasions. Stealing the nuts off a drunken noble was not all that special, really. He looked better without them, still just sitting there, all wide-eyed, and erect too, not really moving lest the lion also claim what he still had.
It was a showdown of who dared move first. None of them knew exactly how far the lion's magic cock could reach, nor how fast it could react. Maybe if they all made a dash for it he could only get one of them, or none of them. But none of them wanted to be the one to move first. That would attract attention.
So it was just shifting eyes, hushed voices, below even a whisper. The lion stood above them all, arms folded, a smirk on his face. Taking in their expressions. Some of them seemed calm, assuming he'd never pick them. Others were quite nervous. Others simply upset with him, glaring.
"Some of you are quite safe, I assure you. I am not one to betray my friends. Others... you have been irritating me for some time."
A few bodies shifted, some looking like they were ready to simply rise and leave. Perhaps assuming they were one of the friends. Someone that had never wronged him in any way. Finally, a muscled wolf fellow threw his hands up.
"Magnus! I apologize for our disagreement once more, but this is really too - "
The lion simply waved his hand. "Good sir. I wouldn't dream of holding a grudge. Honest mistakes are simply that."
The wolf had risen to his feet, locked in that dramatic gesture. At the sudden forgiveness, he simply cleared his throat and lowered his arms again, looking a bit embarrassed at himself.
"Oh, I thought-"
"Not at all. I certainly haven't forgiven your brother though."
Beside the one wolf, another gave a shocked look about, as if he couldn't possibly be the one being spoken to, as if he hadn't done any wrong. Magnus explained, just to be clear.
"Now, before I go on, I will say I understand your motivations. When a rival is vulnerable, why not try to poison him? That is simply good sense. So I will not respond in kind. But I will certainly respond."
With that, he seized hold of his girth once more, making it spring up to life, flexing and undulating. In search of prey. The wolf thought a moment, and then burst up from the water, splashing all those around him. He didn't even manage to make it out of the pool before he was seized by that invisible hold, yelping. Not for pain though, merely surprise. In fact, it appeared to feel quite good, judging by his body's reaction.
Turning to face the lion, his frightened expression turned to one of arousal. He narrowed his eyes, let his tongue hang over his lower lip, panting softly. Some part of him was still leaning away, but he was dragged forth anyway, his paws skidding along the warm surface below the water. And as he slid along, his sheath stirred, and rapidly too. From mild interest, to a thick, pulsing arousal pouring pre across the glittering water's surface.
By the time he had been dragged over to the lion, he was the picture of lust. Huffing hot enough it contributed to all the steam. Chest heaving. Drooling some. His cock was a wet mess of pre as it throbbed hard out of its sheath, the knot fully-formed into a fist-sized bulb. Those thick balls of his were drawn tight, as if he were moments away from simply blowing a load.
Before he could do that, Magnus lifted up his cock, letting it bob and weave like a predator, before locking onto that wolf dick right in front of it. Then it struck, snapping at it like it had the buck's balls. There was a tremendous squelching noise and a shocked wolf whimper as it simply plunged over that knotted shaft, pushing it deeply into the lion's cockslit, slurping and sliding until the wolf was knot-deep in the lion's very own cock, bulging within its impressive girth but fitting snugly.
The noise echoed all throughout the halls as Magnus truly demonstrated what he could do. His cock began flexing, sucking hard on the wolf's own, making that canine whimper constantly in almost pathetic fashion. He'd never felt anything like this before, for certain. His hips were jumping back and forth with every slippery suck, shared pre running all down his clenching balls. He was nothing but a slave to those tight sucks, trapped in the lion's cock while his knot bulged harder and harder. Enough that he was starting to wonder if it was possible for it to burst.
Eventually he went flailing at the air, trying to find something to grab onto, but finding only the lion himself. So he leaned his head against Magnus' chest, hands on his shoulders, clinging to him as he huffed and whimpered towards orgasm. Hips bucking helplessly, yanked on by those powerful clenches massaging his every inch. Knot bulging visibly in that heavily veined shaft.
And then, a howl. Or some semblance of one anyway. It barely got out, choked by his breathlessness and pleasure, but it properly announced his forced climax right inside the great lion cock. His knot bulged bigger, bigger, and then it just... shifted. Flattening out where it was, and instead sliding to the base of Magnus' own shaft. That theft went right along with a massive, devastating rush of orgasm. The wolf came harder than he ever had in his life, gushing down into the lion's dick in torrent after torrent, copiously pouring down his own sack as it overflowed from that schlurking slit.
Magnus didn't relent even after milking that wolf to such a peak. He kept flexing his cock, or maybe his cock just flexed on its own, ensuring he got everything that traitorous canine had to give. Until his own sack was sloshing with the contributed load. And when he released, the wolf simply fell back into the water, seeming to have fainted for a moment before gathering himself and splashing to the surface, his expression dazed, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
As he rose once more, everyone saw the change. His shaft was still engorged, but it was lacking a distinct feature. His knot had entirely deflated. It was stolen away, now part of the lion's own shaft as it throbbed away, a thick bulge even bigger than the wolf's had been. Magnus squeezed that new feature a few times, giving a dominant snarl, and simply blew the wolf's load right back in his face, mixed with plenty of the lion's own freshly made cum.
It splattered hard against the bridge of his nose, then spread over his closed eyes and right up to his ears. It rolled down and matted the fur on his cheeks, and flooded his every feature. He couldn't keep from getting it in his mouth, from tasting it, and plenty still ran down his chest to soak the rest of his front side. Spitting and wiping his lips, the wolf turned away, splashing water on himself to try to wash it off before his canine scent was ruined with lion musk. But it was too late to save dignity. Everyone saw him wearing that cat's cum, while the lion kneaded his newly appropriated knot with pride.
The audience had settled by then. Many of them showing plenty of lust by that point, cocks raised up from the water in which they sat simmering. Those who had initially shown discomfort, thinking they might be next, had settled. After all, it wasn't like anyone else had tried to assassinate him. So those who were reflecting on previous wrongings thought themselves immune.
In truth, his next target had not wronged him directly in any way. He simply chose her to make a point. When his eyes lingered on that sultry ivory mare a while, she simply snorted, and then stood. It was well-known that she sported a male set below despite her curves and breasts above, but plenty of eyes turned anyway at the display of that mottled pink and black equine cock, almost fully at attention, with a size to at least compare to if not rival Magnus' own. She had a defiant look in her eyes.
"And what could I have possibly done to earn your ire, pray tell? The two of us have not even spoken before."
Magnus nodded. "That's true. You certainly haven't harmed me in any way, intentionally or not."
"Good," the mare said, about to have a seat once more. Magnus' commanding voice stopped her.
"I have heard stories, however. Many from my own servants, having left your service in favour of mine. No crueller mistress, they say."
The mare snorted again, and stomped a hoof. The impact was significantly lessened underwater, but there was still a significant thud. "Of course. How else will they learn I am their superior?"
Magnus shrugged. "It sounds to me that your pride is very important to you. It'd be a shame if something happened to diminish that."
"Don't you even think for a moment..." she began, but was interrupted by her own whinny as that invisible force tugged her cock up higher. And started to make it firmer. As she was dragged forth, she grasped at the air, gritting her teeth in anger. "Magnus, I swear on my life that if you do not un... if you do not... if... nnnnhhh..."
She couldn't even finish her own threat before she was starting to moan in pleasure. Just as the humiliated wolf had discovered, it felt good to be in that cock's grip. So good she just seemed to forget all her grievances, and instead let herself fall into its spell. Her broad shaft flared up to full, the medial ring bulging out. Her balls were plenty bigger than the wolf's too, which made for an eye-catching sight as they flexed taut, round, and smooth against her. The pre flowing from her broad tip came in gobs rather than drips, making everyone a little more aware of what a mess they were stewing in by the moment. Still nobody moved to exit.
The mare nickered and neighed, still somewhat protesting but more in the flustered way than the outright angry. Magnus stood tall, holding his clenching up shaft to receive the other. The mare's hooves dragged against the surface of the tub, just as the wolf's had before her. But they weren't slowing her any. And she was only harder for it, pulsing up to a spire of pink and black that was tall enough she could have hugged it to her chest, if it wasn't already so stiff.
The insertion was smooth and precise, not even halting the lion for a moment despite the size of it. His slit spread smoothly over that entire flare, bulging it down inch by inch towards his knew knot. He didn't even need to move his hips, his cock did all the work. The mare moved her hips plenty, looking at first like she was outright fucking that other dick, but it was all involuntary. Just the result of being clenched on by that exquisitely tight shaft, massaging her from every angle, sparing no detail.
She formed tight fists, snorted at him, shook all over, but there was no denying how good that felt. Soon those thrusts weren't entirely just the twitches and convulsions of overwhelming pleasuring coursing through her sleek, muscled body. She reached down, took hold of his shaft, and started fucking it right back. Which she hardly needed to do, given the intensity with which Magnus squeezed on her, so tightly her every vein was outlined in the pink flesh of his shaft.
Eventually, she couldn't even thrust. The lion was simply too tight all around her every inch. So deeply sucking on her he nearly took those plump balls of hers inside. He considered it. But instead, he focused extra pressure on that broad, flared head. Enough to flatten it right down, no matter how much it throbbed. And everyone could see the change it was starting to give him.
His own tip was flattening over, but certainly not becoming smaller. It bulged within that heavy stretch of foreskin, pushing it outwards with the growing flare of its own. Knotted, and now flared, bigger and bigger the longer he let that horse fuck his cockslit. As she noticed that, she began tugging back, and hard. She had no intention of letting him steal that feature. He could have simply held on tight, kept her right in place, but instead he let her slip free. Mostly.
As she yanked back, he released his hold enough that she could slide her entire shaft back out, dripping and soaked, except for the tip. It was caught, and yet she just kept tugging. There was a wet noise as she struggled against that slick inner flesh. With it, came a bizarre stretch. He still wasn't letting go, but she was getting farther away. That meant tugging her cock out, longer, longer, but thinner all the while. His own pulsed and seemingly gulped, growing fatter as it flared out broader, stealing more and more the longer she struggled against it.
Until, finally, she popped free with a great slop of juices, cumming hard. It sprayed in all directions, her shaft limp, and moreover, tapered. Rather than that thick, impressive flare, she now sported just a thin, pointed taper from which buckets of horsecum poured. The amount was impressive, but her dick itself was little more than a floppy spear. Useless for anything. Nothing to be proud of anymore.
She staggered back, weak in the knees from just how hard she was cumming. There was no denying it by that point: they were all swimming in cum. Unlike the previous mess, which had dispersed into the water fairly well, this huge load floated right about, reaching many of the other nobles as the mare it came from grunted and huffed her way back to where she was sitting. Frowning, yet unable to complain too much as her afterglow hit her, leaving her blank-eyed and panting.
Then the lion was hefting around a knotted, flared, uncut cock. The equine tip pushed out from that rolled back skin, much bigger than the head that adorned it before. And so he strode to the middle of the pool, scanning over the many guests, and picking out a bull with a particularly hefty bit of foreskin. A swing of his shaft, and there came the tugging once more.
He didn't even need to make the bovine stand. He simply tugged on his shaft, making that skin pull up and down like he were being pleasured by a ghost. That skin smoothly covered up his cocktip, then got scrunched down, over and over, while Magnus massaged his own shaft, pointing it right towards his prey. Draining him, robbing him of that feature even from afar.
Faster, faster, getting the bull snorting, rocking back and forth. Swinging a strand of thick pre back and forth, thrusting up from where he sat, fucking that unseen force. Until he simply tossed his head back, horns clattering the edge of the tub, cumming hard. A great long arc of musky seed that shot up towards Magnus, and then back down at his feet. Another, another, emptying out sweaty bull nuts in front of everyone.
Just as he did, that loose skin simply vanished. It left his tip exposed, as if cut. But there was no harm done. Magnus had simply stolen that impressive foreskin, adding it to his own, so that his properly covered his flared tip. He reached down and tugged it up and down a few times, outlining the flare beneath as he pulled it taut.
His shaft still hadn't reached fully firm, still bent and flopped here and there, but Magnus was getting more aroused from it all. His guests couldn't possibly have stopped him from taking what he wanted. That cock of his was simply growing too powerful. It felt like he could have stolen from, or simply sucked in, anyone he could see.
A cheetah sat nonchalant until he fell into the lion's gaze. A few seconds to consider, and he made to bolt, leaping up much quicker than anyone else had managed, but he was caught before he could even break into a run. So he slipped, turning over, legs spread as he batted his hands at the force. His feline shaft became engorged, bulging outs its barbs more and more, until they were extended a solid inch from the tapered length.
The cat made such noise as he was pleasured from afar, accompanying each wet clench of Magnus' cockslit with a lengthy mraaawl that hurt everyone's ears. Practically screeching, like a cat in heat. He kicked his long, muscular legs in the air as he was milked. His balls outright bulged with how much seed was being worked up. It wasn't supposed to work like that perhaps, but the magic of that predatory cock made it work.
A new sound came shortly after that. As those barbs bulged out, stretched from the shaft that held them, there was a sudden POP, followed by a great many more. Pop pop pop pop went those barbs, springing free of the cheetah's modest feline length and soaring through the air, whipping hazardously past several of the guests heads to find their new home on the lion's shaft. Right beneath that flared, equine head, pressing out on the thickened foreskin to bulge and tingle beneath. Another feature for the lion, his own dick growing just that much more impressive with everything he stole.
The cheetah meanwhile was left writhing on his back, cumming all over himself, and rapidly. Maybe his load wasn't as thick, wasn't as heavy as the others thusfar, but it came so very often. Rope after rope, spattering the kitty's white underside, making it creamy to match the colour. Meanwhile he just purred and gave a cheetah chirp, limbs flopping limply all around him. He was perfectly satisfied, not even seeming upset with the loss of a feature.
So many features, yet still for the most part the same size. Magnus began to seek someone out who might properly add inches to him. One particular guest had been silent this whole time, but when he saw that look on the lion's face, he stood up tall and proud, folding beefy arms and offering a hmph of disdain. There were a few gasps. Many had heard of his particular cock, but few had actually seen it unsheathed.
The grey mastiff almost had the lion beat in terms of sheer size. His pitch-black canine shaft was absolutely enormous, pushing up out of that short-furred sheath to reveal its every single throbbing inch. Casually aroused, he simply stood there with a gruff look on his face, meeting Magnus' gaze without flinching, his knot engorging to greater and greater size by the moment.
"That's all very impressive and all. But I know you can't handle a true dick like this one. And I didn't even need to use any witch's tricks to get it this big."
Magnus tipped his head, and then just chuckled. "Sounds like a wager. Am I to offer you something if I should lose?"
The dog snorted. "No need. The look on your face will be enough."
"Very well then."
It was becoming a bit more of a challenge for Magnus to direct his member, given how much firmer it was getting. Heavier, too. Though it didn't look that much bigger, it was simply getting more weighty from all the features he was stealing. He faced that confrontational canine and began to work his magic.
At first there seemed to be no effect. The dog started grinning, feeling nothing more than a gentle tug.
"That feels good, kitty."
It was true, there was no effect at first. Magnus 'felt' over every inch of that knotted spire, finding it absolutely solid from tip to base. Nothing to steal, nothing that powerful sucking could slurp away. He kept groping about, until he got to the very bottom. That thin last inch where cock met rolled up sheath, beneath the knot. That was a weak point if he ever felt one.
The dog just started chuckling as the lion began massaging his own shaft more firmly. To him, he probably looked desperate. But it wasn't desperation. Simply focus, on that solid foot and a half of doggy cock, pulling, tugging, upping the intensity, harder, harder. The mastiff meanwhile just flexed his arms and jutted his hips out, letting that shaft of his swing back and forth, flexing lewdly, for all to see.
It wasn't until there came a particularly rough jerk on his shaft that he lost his aura of confidence some. That tug knocked him just a little off balance, but it didn't look like it was doing anything to him. To the outside viewer anyway. Himself, he knew something was wrong. He gritted his teeth, forming a half-snarl, half simply embarrassed expression as the lion worked his cock loose, looser. It made it look like it was getting longer, but it was simply coming free.
As before, it was a painless, sudden process. It simply popped off. The entire thing, from tip to knot and below, leaving nothing but a big empty sheath that flopped limply above the dog's balls. The canine cock soared across the water, and fucked its way right into Magnus' own. It almost looked like it was thrusting, but that was probably just the leash of magic around it, forcing it down, humping it into the lion's ravenous member, devouring it inch by inch no matter how much a bulge it made for.
Fairly stoic up until then, Magnus had to give in to the pleasure. He took his shaft in both hands, squeezing just above the knot and thumping down into it as he stroked himself. Slick and faster, while he grunted, rumbled, growled. It simply felt so good to dethrone such a cock-rival. Which most certainly were a thing, by the way. Swallowing down that dog's dick with his own, until even the knot was being forced inside, stretching out his slit.
It was all his. Everything that canine had, belonged to him. Deeper, deeper. Still pulsing, despite being detached. In fact, the mastiff was still feeling it. As stunned as he was, the forbidden pleasure of being defeated like that, mixed along with the sucking slurps and slick inner mess meant he was still standing, curling his toes, drooling on himself as eyes went all out of focus. The last pleasure his cock was ever going to feel, because Magnus was taking it all the way down to his rounded, swinging balls.
Even all along the way, it was already turning to cum. Already softer, less of a bulge by the time it was squeezing through that knot. Smoothed over, its once mighty features melted into sloshing lion seed. Making Magnus' sack round out, bloat, heavier and heavier. Dipping down to the water as they sagged. But growing smooth, tighter. Going so firm all the folds and features were simply smoothed right over. Becoming nothing more than liquid lust to feed the lion's girth.
By the time that pointed tip reached his balls, it simply sloshed to nothing with the slightest squeeze. It held together semi-solid for a while, a creamy white outline of what it used to be, and then it simply collapsed under the pressure. Squished to a great fat load of seed as the lion snarled out. With the sensations over, the dog fell back into his seat, missing it by some and ending up in someone else's lap. He didn't bother to correct his mistake, still dazed.
The sight of Magnus' shaft at its softest was already worth showing off to all around him. But now it was at its fullest, its hardest. Churning the mastiff's pride to cum had only served to make it bigger. Perhaps a full three inches longer, but also thicker, heavier. Most of all, throbbing harder than ever before. Every tight flex of that girth send a spatter of pre around. The lion turned this way and that, slowly rotating, to ensure none around missed the musky marking.
After that, he simply kneaded. From his fattened balls, up to his new, engorged shaft, topped with thick veins. Then up farther, to squeeze inwards on those new, shiny barbs of his. He massaged his enhanced foreskin up and down over them a few times, feeling their tingly texture stimulate him. Then up to the flared head, stretched out broader even than his knot, with great white spurts of pre already resembling seed in their viscous potency.
Finally, there came a great, triumphant roar. Many ears were left ringing as the lion unleashed his pent up load. All the lust he'd stolen, or absorbed, all of it was channelled into his great and powerful cock as it went purely rigid and his balls pumped up and down with heaving clenches. Milking up every single drop he had created. Bulging up towards his tip, highlighting every feature, every vein along the way.
And when it reached the tip, it burst forth in the biggest load of pure cream any of them had seen. The lion settled his roar into simple rumbling, his grin broad as he worked out every lick of pleasure he could from the perfect climax. No one in some 180 degrees before him was spared, and even those behind were flecked by splashes and the flowing, floating cum that quickly overfilled the bath. It was flooding onto the floor around, spreading in all directions along with steam and ever-intoxicating lion musk. The simple fact of it was before long his cum was on every single important person in all the city.
Yet still he continued stroking. Working, humping, grinding out through that surge of pleasure until finally his seed turned clear and watery. A few last deep spasms went through his meat and then he simply sighed and slumped down. Swinging his tufted tail like a paintbrush through the accumulated cum all around him. Wading in it, as others basked or swam.
Some of them began to rise and struggle out of the thick cream that stuck to fur or skin or whatever else they had. They'd seen the show and had enough, and wished to bathe elsewhere to get their own scents back. Others remained stewing in it, sitting in awe of the lion's malehood. Staring at it, thinking of nothing else but how glorious it was, as the scent seeped into their senses, leaving a permanent imprint.
That included every person he'd stolen from, their eyes emblazoned with lust as they looked up and down his thickened inches. He was softening, but slowly. They had already lost something to his meaty spire, and yet they couldn't take their eyes off if it. He watched them back, and he saw in them looks of utter devotion. Like they were ready to give more to them. Cock and balls alike, perhaps. Or maybe more.
Tapping his chin, Magnus considered the image of their complete devotion. Giving not just their members to his girth, but their entire bodies. Disappearing into his ever-growing cock until they simply sloshed within his balls. The buck, the mare, the bull, the cheetah, the dog. He knew they were considering it, such was the impression he'd made on them. And now he was starting to consider it himself. He knew they agreed it would be an honour to give even more to his predatory dick. No other male could ever hope to match his perfect prick.