Topping her infamous belly flop would be a challenge, but her opponent's small size gave her a great idea for upping the ante. Henriette would have to be a little careful, but this would knock the crowd dead. Simba was still struggling to stand, his time underneath the hippo's belly having done quite a number on him. He was worn, but ready to continue fighting if only he was given a minute to regain his composure.
What he felt next he couldn't immediately place. It was vaguely reminiscent of two elephant's trunks pushing on his lower back. It was only when the chill of slimy saliva pushed through his fur that he realized these were the hippo's lips. She planted a kiss on him with such enthusiasm he was pushed right back into a prone position. Her squishy lips pressed and squeezed around his lower back, as if she was somehow expecting it to kiss back. Simba was too dazed and confused to immediately dart away. He figured he'd let her continue whatever the hell this is, as it allowed him time to recover. Henriette noticed the lion's body relax. She giggled to herself, smiling broadly as she was about to reveal her hand to the hapless cub.
The gentle push and pull of the heavy lips was practically soothing to Simba after the overwhelming massage he'd received. He barely noticed the gap between those lips getting wider and wider with every squishy push. Saliva began to soak his lower body as kissing slowly turned to suckling. Simba was a little worried at the weird sensations he was feeling, but she had been doing this for almost a solid minute now. He was about ready to spring his trap when he felt his tail slip inside. He'd accidentally pushed it past the tender lips of the hippo and had inadvertently given her the start sign she was looking for.
Her lips were no longer content suckling the small of his back. She pushed further and opened her mouth slightly. This was already enough for them to slither halfway down his hips. Her rocking motions now lifted his hind legs off the ground and a chilling realization hit Simba: She was going to eat him! Adrenaline raced through his body and any haze there was left instantly vanished. He felt her tongue awaken and caress his tail. The large muscle playfully slathered it with more drool whilst the hippo stopped her rocking back and forth. Simba's hind legs were left suspended in the air as he felt Henriette suckling on his body and slowly pulled more of it into her maw. With some speed she slurped on the helpless cub. When his legs were inside her mouth, the hippo pursed her lips and sat up.
Fueled by adrenaline, Simba's front claws had come out as a reflex, a desperate and futile gambit to anchor himself to the arena floor. As she lifted him into the air he pulled them back in, remembering the rules about drawing blood. He feared for a moment she would not be as concerned with these rules, particularly the one strictly forbidding the consumption of an opponent. He had more direct concerns to worry himself about though. with millimeters at a time his body was sucked into the wet cavern of Henriette's maw. Her pursed lips nullified any escape attempts and her slick tongue was unrelenting in applying a thick coat of saliva to every part of him it could reach. Henriette milked this glorious moment for all it's worth. She'd taunt the cub if her mouth wasn't presently full with him.
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Every passing second brought him closer to his inevitable destination. Simba could only hope she'd have some degree of mercy with him in her mouth. He knew all too well of the awe-inspiring strength housed in a hippo's jaws. Once inside, there'd be nothing he could do to escape. Henriette for her part relished the cheering of the audience. The sheer volume of everyone around her was exhilarating. With every slurp she got closer to playing with the little lion in her mouth. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. But she remained patient, slowly slurping him in bit by agonizing bit.
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Simba's shoulders almost reached the hippo's pursed lips. Her smile grew and she clumsily tried speaking with the cub in her mouth. "Awy lawt words, cuh?" was the best she could do. He pleaded with her. "Please... no..." but his lamenting fell on deaf ears. He felt her thick tongue curling around his lower body and with nothing but a brief scream he was pulled inside. Simba scrambled frantically, panicking to find a way out, any way out. Whatever he'd have to do, anything was better then this hell on earth. With her tongue encircling the cub Henriette got a good taste of him. Simba was absolutely delicious, but she knew the rules and more importantly the penalties for breaking them. No taste was worth being forced to throw him back up and having to throw a lengthy showmatch to him. The throwing up she could deal with, but letting this cub win in a showmatch? Her ego wouldn't allow it in a million years. Besides, he wasn't going anywhere. She could savour the cub's excellent taste for hours. And that's exactly what she will do.
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