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This is an idea that had been on my mind for a while, so I took it for a test run of "too small story + too bad doodle = a tenable submission??"
Because it is probably far from obvious. This is your POV, you are in a tent. A very amused and well fed moray conda adresses you after you saw him. The story explains it better than the doodle.
Malunir goes camping
You wake up a little hungover and mighty late. You blame your recent alcohol consumption on the two couples you went camping with and especially the exceedingly loud sex they were having for the better part of yesterday. At least you had your own tent. As your brain booted up again you realised a lot of sun coming through the half open flap of your tent but the birds were silent. This patch of jungle you had set up in had been pretty noisy even well after sun set but now there was almost no sound from the outside except some strange, low groaning and some heavily dampened moaning sounds.
“Now you decide to be silent after I already killed my liver to forget what I heard?” you groan as you sit up and push the tent flap open to take a look outside.
It might have been the hangover or the well deserved shock that made your brain take its sweet time to assess what you were seeing. The exit of your tent was blocked by a fat, tall wall of dark green and brown scales. A huge, bulgy reptilian lump was sitting right outside of your tent, crowned by the distinctly amused looking head of a giant snake.
“Hey, you. You’re finally awake. Good morning, Dessert. I was fearing you would not wake up before my stomach killed them.” he snake said with a softness in his voice that was exceedingly called into question by the maniacally evil glow in his yellow eyes.
“What?” you ask in a futile attempt to voice your confusion.
“I already ate the other four. Tell me, why should you be any different?” the snake hummed, comfortably resting his head on the swollen stomach busily digesting your friends. Trying to get up to your knees you tumble forwards and the only thing you can support yourself and avoid flopping over on your belly is the beast’s stomach. Your hands push against the surprisingly firm balloon of a midsection, feeling solid flesh kicking and squirming mere inches under your fingers. You realise that the moany noises were not caused by your friend’s insatiable libido but their failing attempt to escape being digested alive. Their bodies writhed under that tight wrapping of reptile scales, probably competing for the least acid soaked spot.
“A belly rub is a good place to start.” snickered the predator and flicked his tongue at you. “Tell you what. If you keep me entertained until they die, I will keep you as my pet for a while. Your next evaluation is scheduled after I crap them out. Which of my future dumps contains you, will entirely depend on your performance. My cocks are in that slit way over there, by the way. If you ask nicely I will pull them up for you so you can feel your friends pass -literally- as you please me.” the reptile chuckled, clearly amused with your shocked face and dropped chin.
“You need to open wider if you want to fit me though.” the snake giggled and his maw curled into a cruel smirk.
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Posted by Gerlach 6 months ago Report
This is rather lovely
Posted by Fischie 6 months ago Report
Thank you.
Posted by Gerlach 6 months ago Report
Always love to see your stuff ofc.
Posted by Fischie 6 months ago Report
<3
Posted by JettCabino 6 months ago Report
I'm torn between giving Malunir worship and lots of intercourse to help him process them, or just to let him devour me at his leisure to ensure I die inside him as soon as they die and squeeze out his glorious tail end like proper food.
Posted by Fischie 6 months ago Report
Both, in that order would be his pick. Your friends will be in there for a few days.
Posted by JettCabino 6 months ago Report
I suppose my only and last few portions of food and drink is just pure snake cum for the three days it will take to properly brutalize them. To be honest, best treat ever. Such a virile treat would even be in a suppository form because buttsex with sexy snakes no doubt would shoot some very deep loads. Especially since he gets off to vore and death and worship so much.
Posted by Fischie 6 months ago Report
I think you would be exactly the type of edible cocksleeve he likes.
Posted by JettCabino 6 months ago Report
That's incredibly comforting to hear, especially since my self preservation is in fact in a negative unit of measurement... so my version of comfort is a snake destroying me in his stomach for both of our lusts, his lust coming first of course.
Posted by Fischie 6 months ago Report
He would really enjoy you. And test at which point of your body's break down you joy over feeding him does too.
Posted by JettCabino 6 months ago Report
And I would likewise adore him and all he stands, er, slithers for. Cruel and finding humor in his belly's processes as they tear apart meals with the exact opposite of regret. Food is food, but food is smart enough to play with. And nothing is better than being full of meat suffering and amused by all who will in fact take the trip, but can postpone the inevitable because he can. Even one dying prey can last him a bit, so he can afford to be patient and playful.
Posted by Fischie 6 months ago Report
That describes Malu pretty well. He is comically evil.
Posted by JettCabino 6 months ago Report
I find his humor and fatal appetite quite the charming combination. I adore fatal more but I feel like a pred like Malu who does all the same stuff but reforms me over and over to continue to digest me mercilessly on loop would be a dream husband for me, completed of course with the knowledge the dream pred could just not bring me back one day on a whim with no remorse. But again, that one way trip is the real allure, or even just the threat of it looming over for days. I'd be just further into the passions of dying for Malu every second he spends being in physical scale to feather (or scale to skin) contact or in my sight as he and I join forces to make room for my deathbed and give me a sweet, snake cream filling to enjoy and recycle a few spare nutrients he might have missed (though as a snake that's very few due to how delightfully efficient reptile stomachs and especially snakes (and gators) tracts.