King_Leonis

”Hush now, my dear little thing. I know you’re terrified. Yes. Yes. Hush, and listen. For all your fear, know this: this is what you were made for. You and everyone else. This is the only reason you exist. To serve me. To obey my lust. To bow to my hunger. I have owned you since before you were born, my dear, and all I’m doing now is claiming what’s mine.”.

"Oh no, that wasn't meant to make you feel better, darling. It was meant to make you even more delicious..."

Prefs be here, yo. Court_Of_Predators

Name: Destiny's Devourer, The Golden Extinction, The Coming End: King Leonis Omnius Habentem the Last. Will also answer to Sir, Master, or Leo.

Age: 561

Species: Panthera Maximus - a fourteen foot tall, quadrupedal (i.e., feral) lion. Size can vary.

Place of Origin: The Kingdom of Esraschia (now consumed)

Occupation: Ruler of nations, devourer of those nations, self-proclaimed owner of everything.

At the root of every science, every philosophy, and every religion is the same basic question: what is the universe for? Why are we here? Why is anything here? The Hells don’t know. The Heavens claim they know, but no-one believes them. The Sorceries and Inertials don’t know. Not even the Gods have any idea.

The good news, however, is that according to King Leonis the Last (so named because none of his kingdoms have survived long enough to replace him), the answer is quite simple. Every living thing in all the universes exists for one purpose, and one purpose only. To serve him.

The bad news is, that category includes you..

Story Time

Leonis’ journey towards apex possessor of the entirety of creation began a long time ago, in a city ruled by a tyrannical and oppressive King. To keep his citizens in line, the great monarch held weekly sessions at the arena, where political enemies, criminals, and people who were simply unlucky enough to be in the wrong place were all sentenced to a grisly death. The methods of execution were many, but one of the most popular wasn’t a contraption or a warrior, but a feral beast named Leonis. Leonis was a Panthera Maximus, a titanic lion twice as tall as a man, and to watch him hunt the doomed defendants was a display of bestial brilliance. No matter what weapons they bore, no matter how many they were, no matter how well armoured they were… nothing could save them. Leonis was a predator of the highest order, and nothing could even slow him down.

And then one day, something did. The court sorceress was accused of plotting against her liege, and sentenced to death, to be delivered by the great lion. Her magical powers were of course dampened, so as not to harm him, but someone must have failed to perform the last binding. For as Leonis prowled out of the gates towards her, huge and hulking and deadly, the sorceress managed to cast a spell. It was a strange, half-formed enchantment of the mind, a creation of her own which plunged the unfortunate victim into a moment of omniscience. The target would, for one instant, see the true size of the world, how vast it was, how colossal it was, and how truly tiny they were within it. Most test subjects went mad, some died, some simply curled up and never spoke again. She had no idea how it would affect a primitive beast like the great lion, but it was all she was able to cast. Maybe it would stop him, just for a moment, and save her life.

Sure enough, Leonis stopped, frozen mid-step, his eyes wide as he saw everything, and his place within it. His pupils scrolled over galaxies, supernovas, dimensions… and then himself. For a millionth of a second, he understood the whole of creation.

The lion rocked heavily, slowly returning from what corner of his mind the spell had taken him to. He looked the sorceress in the eye, his gaze calm and clear and suddenly more intelligent than any dumb animal. And he spoke his first words.

“Thank you for the perspective, my dear.”

The rest, as they say, is history. The Sorceress did not escape Leonis’ jaws. Nor did his master the King. Over the course of the next decade, the newly intelligent Leonis executed a perfect coup, taking over the entire kingdom and replacing the Monarch with himself. No mercy was given to his former owner, who was broken and dominated in every way imaginable before being added to the lion’s growing girth. But it was not enough to simply rule. Leonis wanted to possess By the time the century was over, every last citizen of the kingdom had joined their liege, one way or another. Leonis swallowed his entire populace, one - or more - by one, and made his flanks a city of lost lives. And he was only getting started.

Personality

Leonis has never said for certain exactly what it was that he saw when the spell was cast upon him. When asked, he just smiles playfully, and says that it opened his eyes. Whatever it was, it has turned the big cat into a narcissistic egomaniac with no regard for anything other than himself. Leonis is clever, charismatic, and majestic, but behind his noble golden muzzle lies a sociopathic monster who desires everything. Since he began, the big cat has repeated this process with individuals, couples, families, friend groups, communities and up to entire populations. The lion is a patient hunter, who takes no joy in anything but the most complete consumption: when he marks his prey, it is a vow, to devour each and every one of them. Sometimes he does this sneakily, insinuating his way in, taking over, and slowly consuming every last member of the populace; sometimes he simply appears, trusting his power to ensure no-one escapes, and begins the hunt before their eyes. Leonis is an determined, relentless predator, who has no intention of stopping his rampage until literally every living creature in every reality has slid down his gullet. No-one is safe, not lovers, not friends, not servants. As Leonis says, he was always going to eat you. It was just a case of when.

Physical Description

Leonis, unfortunately, has the power to back up his desires. He is a fully-grown giant lion, who stands eleven and a half feet tall at the shoulders (and remember, that's on all four feet), and more than fourteen overall. There's a handy size ref at the bottom, which hints as to his usual... girth, although he can be slimmer if it's not your thing. His body is muscular and powerful, slabs of brawny bulk capable of swatting aside cars and barrelling through solid walls, but his true colours show on the thick, pudgy belly which hangs heavily between his mighty legs, and the layers of fat which insulate his muscles. Leonis is a glutton, and it shows. His fur is phenomenal, a golden-caramel coloured mass of silky fluff which lines every inch of him, and his mane is a darker shade, lush and thick enough that smaller creatures can simply be stuffed in there and trapped, tangled in the endless heat. His eyes are a thick, heavy amber, warm and comforting until it is too late. Leonis’ round, girthy rear is as voracious as his maw, and so is the monolithic slab of a lionhood which hangs between his thighs. His heavy, boulder-sized nuts can churn an occupant into gallon upon gallon of thick, potent royal seed in the space of half an hour, or over the course of weeks.

Abilities

Leonis is a highly intelligent sociopath, an expert at using his intimidating presence and smooth, purring words to manipulate others around him. He is a phenomenal hunter, and can track a single scent across a continent, approach his prey in near-total silence despite his girth, and devour ten human-size morsels in less than forty seconds flat. Usually he is only as fast and strong as a normal, mortal lion - albeit an eleven tonne, colossal lion - but his guts are lined with the magical items of earlier conquests, and so when he needs it he can call upon their powers to perform strange and terrifying feats. In other words… if the question is “can Leonis do x?” the answer is, “Yes. Yes he can. Now, run.”

Pleasures

Mulltiple Prey
Torture - psychological and physical
Sadism
Taunting
Gluttony
Weight gain
Literate partners
Indulgence
And much more.

Scene ideas

Perhaps Leonis has taken over your society, and you are but the first to fall to the next phase of his digestive conquest. Perhaps he’s still working on taking over, and you’re someone who happened to get in his way - a political rival, a populist, an unhelpfully determined investigator.. Perhaps you’re a member of his personal harem, made to serve his every pleasure until the day you die (which won’t be far away.) Perhaps you’ve unwittingly insulted him by acting as if you aren’t his possession, and he wants to teach you a lesson by devouring everyone you’ve ever known, or torturing you until you beg for the mercy of being owned by him. Perhaps you’re simply in the wrong place when that belly, or balls, or bowels, start to gurgle. There are many roads to Leonis’ belly, and no ways out. Say hi to me and talk. I won’t bite… not at first.