He definitely looks like a meal right now. Invitingly sprawled on the table like he's waiting to be devoured by the nine lions surrounding him.
And he's the only one naked. All of his subordinates are properly dressed in their suits, it feels just like they're having dinner on a fancy restaurant. There are so many pairs of eyes, all of them focusing on him, the main course. Louis is smaller than every of them, he's perfectly aware of that, but somehow he feels smaller now.
He kind of wishes for a second he was kneeling on the floor instead of pinned down against this wooden table. So he would feel *even smaller*. So he could see their leather shoes and drool on them from trying to suck too many cocks at the same time.
But it's fine like this, he isn't complaining. At least he can get his cock sucked too.
The one sucking him off is Ibuki of course. Louis wouldn't allow any other of these lion's fangs to get near his cock like that. But he trusts Ibuki.
Trusts him enough even to bite him if he wants. To draw a bit of blood if he desires. To taste him. As he's done several times, licking the scarlet fluid from his flesh.
He trusts Ibuki with his body and his soul. That's partially why he agreed to this to begin with. Because he knows Ibuki will be there if something goes wrong. That he wouldn't let any of those lions lay a finger on him.
Well, maybe that last part ends up being a bit too much, Louis then realizes. The lions are trying to move, but it's like Ibuki wants to have him all for himself and that's just not how this is supposed to go.
"Ibuki." Louis calls the lion between his legs and the Ibuki's eyes look at him through his glasses. "Leave some room for them to fuck me."
He reluctantly obeys and gets out of the way, allowing the two other lions to increase their pace. It's amusing how Ibuki's unable to deny what he commands.
Louis knows Ibuki doesn't like it at all to be compared with a canine, but when he obeys him he always looks like trained dog.
So he decides the lion deserves a treat, after all. Something to show the others how special Ibuki is, besides getting to blow him. So he lets Ibuki bite his arm almost to the bone. And it hurts like hell, as expected. But he also can't help but wonder how it would feel to have his flesh actually ripped apart by those fangs almost touching his ulna.
He knows Ibuki would never, though. It's just a taste, just teasing, he doesn't actually mean to eat him. Although he surely wants it desperately. Louis can feel Ibuki's warm drool down his arm so he knows just how much self-control it takes for him not to destroy him right now. It's scary.
Louis enjoys this precisely because of it.
The danger of a carnivore, of sharp teeth, killer claws, powerful jaw. He should feel bad, he should run away, but the thoughts only manage to make his cock throb harder. There's nine carnivores fucking him, and it would only take a single one to ruin him.
He loves to be fully desired like this, and that's a thing only a predator can give him. The feeling of being irresistible, of having others literally drooling over him.
He's moaning so much at the thought, it's almost pathetic. Then one of the lions starts kissing him and welcomingly swallows all of his moans.
It's Agata, who has his smart tongue all over Louis mouth and the kiss tastes just like he would expect. Enthusiastic and fresh. Agata's a cute lion. He's older than Louis but it doesn't feel that way for him at all, because Agata feels very young.
Sometimes Louis thinks there's no more naiveté in himself whatsoever, no more of that sparkle of youth one could see on a young animal's eyes.
But of course he's no longer an innocent fawn, he currently has two dicks up his ass. They're spiky and are tearing his insides apart, unforgiving and violent.
"Boss, you sure?" It's what they said in the beginning.
Now, they are long pass such concerns, Louis can only hear their grunts, the louder roars when one of them cum on him or inside him.
One of the lions inside his ass now is Free. Louis wonders if his asshole feels better than all those females Free likes to bang.
He bets it does. He feels so sloppy, so full right now, he doesn't even know how many loads are in there, but it must feel fucking great because the lions don't stop thrusting for a second.
"Boss, you're great at this" At being fucked? Is that even a good thing? Louis thinks to himself, but accepts the compliment anyway, rewarding whoever the fuck said it by swallowing his cock.
He can taste cum and his own ass on that cock and Louis enjoys this. That this lion is not satisfied even after fucking him. It makes him moan around the length and swallow it eagerly, hurting his own tongue with the spikes.
The lion likes it; he likes it so much he begins to fuck into Louis' mouth. And it's too much. He almost can't breathe, his throat full of cock, his tears falling down his face. The lions around him can't wait to get blown too, so they keep rubbing their cocks on his cheeks, adding pre-cum to the mess that's his tear streaked face.
His ass keeps getting fucked merciless, and the others keep cumming everywhere they can on his body, making his fur all sticky and gross.
He feels dizzy, sore, ruined. He can't even differentiate the lions anymore and he doesn't care.
As long as they keep fucking him. Keep craving him. It's all that matters.