(Ok so this is my first time putting out a vore related story, pls let me know what you think~ even if it’s a bit unusual. I’m not a great writer but I try)

Ryan felt pathetic. He was the lord of chaos, grand marquis of hell, destroyer of men, and yet here he is was, on some far flung planet, in deep space, tucked away in the swollen belly of some low born mercenary like a cheap homemade roast. Eaten! Devoured without flourish like value meal. He'd given up struggling as it only delayed the inevitable.

He remained bitter though of the fact that his pristine form was going wind up as fat on this cretins already bulging gut. Worse still was the fact that once is flesh was gone, he'd still be left alive as a poor weak skeleton, begging for mercy and freedom from the tight prison of his belly.

Soon though he’d had enough of stewing in the slimy soup of digested meat, and began to squirm. Writhing and wiggling against the soft sticky walls, he didn’t seem to be making any head way. He could tell Izzy was sleeping by the loud vibrating hum that came as a result of him snoring. Ryan had no fear of Izzy being able to digest bones (lowborns often can’t and simply reject them later like owls), but it was still hot and sticky and cramped and Ryan didn’t want to wait for Izzy to wake up on his own.

Ryan found success when he jammed his elbow into the mercenaries Diaphragm, causing the snoring to stop abruptly followed by a low groan. Not wanting him to fall back asleep ryan did it again, harder this time, causing more groaning followed by hiccups.

“What the fuck...” Izzy voice was muffled by his body so that ryan could only just make out the words. Ryan tried a third time, this time pushing his legs against the outer wall forcing it to stretch uncomfortably.

“Let me out you fat prick!! You had your fun!!” Ryan yells so Izzy can hear. Izzy grumbles audibly and Ryan tilts forward as Izzy stands up and his belly shifts. He can feel Izzy rubbing and squeezing his belly trying to determine how Ryan is still kicking after digesting for so many hours.

“I can’t believe you’d be that tough, not to mention stubborn. But then again you were always stubborn. How the fuck are you still alive? ”

“I’m Not, you hick, not really anyway!!” Ryan continued to make his presence known, causing more hiccups from Izzy. He felt them moving now until izzy settled back down and Ryan could here him cough twice and then gag.

Izzy wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it was an unpleasant feeling that when he tried to cough up Ryan’s remains, he felt bones catching in his throat. After several minutes Izzy was able to dislodge the remains form his throat into the bathtub. Izzy wasn’t phased by skeletons covering in slime and stomach acid, he’d gotten over that a long time ago, but Ryan’s bones were still very much connected and not in a loose pile like he was used to. Also most of the red hair was still stuck to the skull. He watched some of the dislocated pieces click back into place and the whole frame shutter for a moment before sitting up on its hands and knees.

“My glasses?” The jaw moves with words and Izzy was in shock and sat there quietly for a minute.

“What!?”

“My glasses, you prick, give me my glasses back!” It was Ryan’s voice. Izzy obeyed and hacked again until a pair of round black specticals came up. Izzy held them in his hand as he tried to rationalize what was happening.

“I ate you...” He said slowly.

“Very observant, now glasses please.” Ryan was getting irritated, and held out a hand.

“How!? I ate you!? You’re supposed to be dead!?”

“Unless you haven’t noticed, i am, now I’m not gonna ask again...” Izzy stood up and stared down at the skeleton in the tub. This had never happened before in all his years of hunting; nothing made it out of his stomach alive, nothing. He’d hated to take this job, ryan was his friend after all, he’d felt like it was cheating since he could make it so easy, but money was money and Ryan had gone for quite a bit more than the average hunt. He’d even been nice about it, made sure Ryan was unsuspecting and that they had a good time before hand. He recalled Rayn’s face when he was caught in the circle and the look of fury on his face, how he’d gone down fighting and how he cursed Izzy for hours squirming in his belly like mad. He was sure that when the struggle stopped and he was able to finally sleep the whole thing off that it had been finished.

Then Izzy felt sharp bones grab his wrist and wrench the glasses from his grip as he was pulled back to the present.

“Thank you...” Ryan says with sarcasm as he managed to get the black specticals to sit properly on his skull.

“Ok how?” Ryan looked at him quizzically for a minute, before comprehending the question.

“I’m royalty you idiot, far too high ranking for you ever mange eating properly! Too high in calories too I guess, judging from that round gut!” Ryan poked Izzy’s bloated belly, and chuckled a bit.

“Wait what!? I though you were just a demon!?”

“I’m a marquis, idiot, not some scumy my lowborn~ you might be able to kill
Your standard imp or devil, but you can’t digest souls this high up. Sure you can break down the body just fine but the soul will stay stuck to anything left over you can’t break down.”

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