GULP.

Queen Melavascia Palascien Kivibra Orenelo Velvena, Lady Maw, Guardian of the Hungering Palace, Third Matriarch of Gluttony, Monarch of the Hells, was one of the only demons left who still practiced the Sins as they were meant to be practiced. Most demons obeyed their tenets in name only, using them as excuses to enjoy themselves, or methods to gain power, and nowhere was this more common than in the Sin she chose to practice. The fourteen kingdoms of Gluttony and Sloth - seven of each, for there were seven thrones for each of the seven sins - had long been known as the Axis of Indolence, less active and less powerful than Sins which were practiced more dangerously, such as Wrath or Greed. Melavascia, however, was rather different.

GULP.

This was becoming very apparent to the Dragon King Aorax, ruler, king, and elder of the Bethoriex clan, as he watched the demon queen lift her colossal head up and swallow again, her throat - a pale lilac in colouration, like all her body- rippling with the enormous bulk of his consort. Patiax roared and she squirmed, kicking out furiously, but her scaled body glided down all the same. Each gulp was a strange, subsonic gurgle, making the world seem to shimmer, and the finest mate and warrior Aorax had ever known was simply slurped down, joining the others crammed into the bloated mass of the demon’s gut. She stood taller than Aorax himself by far, more than fourteen feet high on four legs, and the Second Rebel only knew how much thicker her hide was. Her powerful body had already been covered in jiggling, rippling layers of fat when she had invaded his palace, and that had been before she stuffed the other members of his family down her gullet. Now her belly groaned and rippled, a surging mass of silk-smooth flesh writhing with bulges and bloated, liquid swells, sloshing and groaning.

GULP.

He roared furiously, sending another blast of white-hot starfire pouring over her, hot enough to make his crown glow from the backwash alone. His kind were only a few degrees separated from the true star dragons, and this was heat enough to liquefy stone and boil steel.

Melavascia lapped it out of the air as she munched on the Prince’s hips, her thick heavy tongue violating her swollen draconic nethers quite effortlessly. To Aorax’s fury, her squirming seemed to be gaining a certain… rhythmic quality. How dare she violate his consort! How dare she eat her! How dare she do any of this!

The colossal demon elephant gulped again and spoke. The voice of a Monarch of Hell was… difficult to hear. It left a residue of raw power on everything that heard it, pulsing in the air.

“Fire isn’t much to a demon anyway, but really, did you think I would even come near you without warding myself completely? Your kind were made as soldiers, weren’t they? Think tactically.”

King Aorax glared hatefully at her, pacing back and forth. He had. She had arrived in a burst of magenta light in his personal chambers during a… rather passionate moment of his mating, and he’d immediately triggered the alarm. Which she had then eaten. Aorax had watched, still shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure a moment before, as Queen Melavascia had plucked the spell itself out of the air and swallowed it whole.

His cousin and bodyguard, Antrosax, had engaged instantly, leaping for her and colliding like he’d jumped facefirst into a stone wall. As he whimpered and staggered, Melavascia had looked at him, smiled, and slipped her tail into his maw.

His son Catheax had came out of the other room, alerted by the noise, and had tried a surprise attack, just as his father had taught him to do, and she’d moved like every pound of that multi-tonne girth - and the other dragon in her gullet, screaming and writhing - was nothing at all, so fast the air and the stone cracked with it, and caught his leap in her jaws. He went down alongside the bodyguard, making her throat stretch wider than any immortal should have been able to deform their body, and yet she just… kept… swallowing.

His Queen, Patiax, had attacked then, knowing that in the most desperate hour, her role was to protect her liege. She had not even managed two steps before the trunk had lashed out, and dragged her in. Melavascia had ground her idly against the bulge of Antrosax and Catheax, two faces bulging and squelching along her pudgy neck, then sat on her face for a few moments, while she casually caught the poisoned arrows in her teeth, let the spring-blades literally bounce off her skin, and turned the animated statues trying to kill her into what appeared to be rose petals. Aorax’s traps did not even slow her swallowing. The demon queen had steadily turned two promising, powerful dragons - one a child of the King himself, the other the eight times champion of the duelling contests - into a sagging stomach-swell in maybe ten minutes flat, and then she’d pulled the half-asphyxiated monarch out from under her colossal rear and done it all over again.

Aorax had had tactics to defeat an intruder in his chambers. He just hadn’t counted on the possibility that the intruder would be someone like this. And now he was reduced to watching and ineffectively trying to slow down her rampage, as his queen’s thick, egg-bearing hips were gulped gluttonously down before his eyes. She was being pleasured just as the others had had been, the thick, dark tongue plunging rapaciously into her dripping, clenching sex. Melavascia’s belly was spilling out over the floor, bubbling wetly, moving from within, soft and rippling. She was huge, and getting huger.

“The Changer from Change will rend you apart for this,” he snarled, uselessly, knowing that no such thing would happen. He didn’t dare approach lest that lethal body come for him. and his spells and flames alike hadn’t been so much ignored as absorbed into that soft, lilac-tinged hide. All he could do was curse her, so he did, violently, before Melavascia spoke again with those atrociously potent tones.

“That implies that he’d even be able to get his claws in deep enough, asspudge.” He’d never thought that uncreatorly voice could even say the word “asspudge”. Melavascia stared at him coolly, even as her colossal lips slurped across the kicking scaled thighs. Her eyes were a distinct shade of magenta, and her horns dark purple fading to black. “Your family is going to leave me dragging my paunch along the ground. You, though, you’re going on these.” She swayed her massive hips, making the sagging stomach squelch and wobble. “You know who I am. Every last ounce of you is heading straight to my rump, and then I’ll sit on you while I stuff the rest of your royal court inside.” She lapped at Ashi’s toeclaws, her throat groaning as those heavy hips squelched past an internal sphincter and her belly sagged wider.

Now there was fear inside Aorax, and he snarled, instinctively tensing to leap - dragons had literally been built without a flee response. “Why? What do you even want from us? We’ve never taken sides in the Eternity Wars! We have nothing of value to someone like you!”

Melavascia chuckled around his Queen’s tail, slurping it up like a noodle. The golden rings embedded in it caused her no pause. “A fair question. Tell me, do you know much of the Sins? The real practicing of them?”

She played with the very tip of his lover’s tail. Aorax paced furiously, fighting his urge to attack, knowing how surely it would doom him. “They’re just… ways to live,” he said at last. “You agreed with the angels, all the way back, you’d show mortals two paths to follow. They’d teach the Virtues: unity and co-depence. You’d teach the Sins: free thought and independence.”

“And what Sins did we teach?” She was enjoying this, teasing his consort’s tail while she encouraged him. “You know mine, of course. Say it, asspudge.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’ll get to, don’t worry. Now say it.” She swallowed, nearly, teasing the tip at the back of her throat, her massive jaws spread wide. Aorax gritted his fangs.

“G… gluttony.”

“Good slut. And what does that mean?”

“Stuffing your fat fucking face.” With all those I love. Queen Patiax was still squirming, to her credit, her form rippling and squelching, mostly between the beastly queen’s legs now. She was in so deep. Aorex couldn’t imagine how it felt to be inside a thing like this.

“No. That’s what it’s become. The true Sin of Gluttony is not mindless hunger, but fully realised, fully understood satisfaction. It is one of the two Sins of Triumph, along with Sloth: establishing the reward you grant yourself for your success, and using it to spur yourself on to greater victories. And so it is to be done… perfectly. In every way. A true Glutton strives towards not just the perfect sense of fullness, but the perfect taste, the perfect swallow, taken at the perfect moment in the perfect environment to create the perfect satiation. A true Glutton does not stuff her fat fucking face. She crafts every moment and every mouthful according to her own desires, which she knows utterly. She never lets a morsel pass her lips which is not exactly what she wants, and so second by second, she achieves perfection through pleasure. All the Sins were steps to perfection once. I’m just rediscovering them.” She yawned wide, and gulped, teasing Aorax with the sight of the Queen’s tail vanishing like a worm into her pillow-soft gullet. A final slurp sent the screaming three-tonne dragon sliding down her throat at last, and the demon elephant moaned around the writhing bulge.

Aorax broke. He screamed in rage, leaping towards her, and Melavascia’s trunk seized him out of the air with enough speed to make his scales crack. The dragon gurgled with fury, clawing at her, his talons sliding off the squishing mass of her skin. He couldn’t harm her. He couldn’t hope to harm her. His crown wobbled on his skull. Melavascia looked down at him, and mashed him into the gurgling, writhing bulge. By now it was so large it was sagging out the sides.

“So that’s why,” she said, her voice soft and heavy with pleasure. “Because you were perfect for me, now, here, like this. It took a while to make sure, of course. Three decades ago it nearly happened, but I was lusting after this adorable Solara, then I nearly went for it eight years ago instead, but around that time the apocalypse was happening, again, and I wasn’t doing this with that weighing on my mind. But today… it was perfect. And they were. And you’re going to be.”

Aorax fired a blast of fire as hot as a blue giant straight into her smirking face, and she leaned down, mouth open to catch it, and kissed him, sucking it all down her hungry maw. The dragon snarled, and now there were tears in his eyes. The trunk rippled around his neck, crackling softly, and wiped them away. There was silence for a moment. Well, as silent as her bubbling, groaning belly could make it.

He trembled with helpless anger, his gold rings clinking. “You bitch. Are… are they…”

“No. You’ll stew for hours yet. They’re just settling down. My guts are quite an intense experience.” Melavascia rolled her hips again, shivering greedily. “Not going to be quiet little fat layers forever, though. I’ll feed you energy, keep you squirming while you churn, and then when you’re gone I’ll keep your souls forever. But right now, you, I don’t want to be distracted.” She waited for a few moments, her magenta eyes lavishing over his long, powerful scaled body. “Anything else to say? Or are you just going to keep squirming? Your moment’s coming, you know.”

Aorax kicked and writhed with all his strength, making her pudge-packed gut ripple and squelch. He told her several draconic curses, and a word supposedly penned by Calascion himself, the Dragon Prototypical, which would apparently either kill her, tear her soul into a million pieces, or summon a sun (it had never been clear which). It did make her eyes burn white hot for a second, and her breath caught. Aorax even felt a nugget of hope inside his great heart. And then Melavascia licked her lips clean of the taste before opening her maw once more. “Delicious, but I know you have a few more. Make this perfect, asspudge.”

“You’re no warrior,” Aorax spat at her. “You can bully us, b-but… b-but it’s meaningless. Every meal I’ve had I’ve fought for and won. You, y-you… sick… f-freak... you g-gain nothing from this! No victory, no power!”

“Just pleasure then.” Melavascia purred with it, the growl thundering in her chest. "You’re right, this isn’t victory. It’s just total, perfect satisfaction. And hey, I’m gaining four dragons worth of fat, and that’s perfect too. Now, asspudge. SQUIRM.”

She kicked his very soul with a bolt of raw emotional energy, and Aorax screamed as she wrapped her jaws around his head, crown and all. GLRRRRK. The heat was hot enough to make the dragon pant - no normal physical sensation but pure magical power. She lapped over him, tasting every inch, ignoring his screams and scratches. Then she swallowed, and the world wrapped him up utterly, clinging to his eyelids, soft, strong, oozing flesh gulping him down. Feet and feet vanished into her.

Aorax bellowed, lighting up the dark with his fire, but he was so tightly squashed by the rippling gullet that he couldn’t even see it. It didn’t do anything, and neither did the writhing and squelching squirming that made his body ache. Another gulp, and another, sent his broad, powerful shoulders in, along with their gold rings.

“SHATTER YOU, YOU BITCH!” he screamed, opening his mouth as wide as he could to let lose another blast. Melavascia tasted his belly, gulping again, this one slow and tender, savouring every inch that glided past. Aorax was shoved in further, his head squeezing through into a sticky, slick chamber, plunged into an ocean of boiling, bubbling fluid crammed full of other scaly shapes. His fire died in his throat.

He tried to call the name of his consort, his bodyguard, his son, but they came out as lewd, sloshing gurgles. Melavascia’s heavy lips wrapped around his hips, yawning to contain his powerful hinds, and her colossal thick tongue smothered his shaft in one go. It was a violation of the ninth order to lay hand - or tongue - on any part of the King without permission, but she didn’t stop there. Aorax howled with violation and pleasure as she began to lap at him, squeezing and siphony him away in hurricanes of atrocious, terrible pleasure. Not Patia, not any of the hundreds of other lovers he’d taken, had ever felt like this. He roared, and the enormous demon elephant queen gulped him in swallow by mighty, rippling swallow, suckling his heavy member every second of the way.

“That’s it. Serve me. Worship me, through terror and lust and fury and delight.” Melavascia gulped gluttonously over his hips, her tongue building to a frenzy of lewd, invasive licks. A voice like hers didn’t need a tongue to speak it, it could plaster itself on the inside of his skull if it wanted. “You’re going to die, and then you’re going to spend eternity padding out my ass. Tell me that. Tell me you know it, tell me you love it. And I might even let you climax, you whore of a king.”

Aorax snarled, his hips bucking against his will, fighting himself down. “Fffffuck…” he groaned. “Fuck y-yyou….” The sound came out as a burble, and he felt someone clawing at his head. In the squelching, churning ocean of the elephant’s belly, it was impossible to tell who. Already it felt tight, his body being forced between other squishing, scaly forms. And still she rubbed him, even as his family began to digest around him.

“Say it.”

He felt himself slipping deeper, lightheaded by now, bubbling and churning. “Cal…” he groaned, unable to even finish the curse, desperately holding back the tides of pleasure burning between his flailing legs. “Ca-calas… nnngh…”

“Not the name of your old gods, asspudge. Your new one. Say it.”

“M-my… my…” She was teasing the very tip, the Shattering bitch! He flailed, kicking desperately, stirring the gut all around, bumping into the tight bodies of his family. How fat must she be with him in too? How fat would she be? No…

Mela swallowed his hips, and his shaft with them, and Aorax screamed, bubbling it into her dark depths. “M-MELAVASCIA!” His pride broke, his fury broke, and all he knew was her. “YOU FAT, MONSTROUS, B-BITCH GODDESS, ME… M-MELAVASCIA…” On cue, she swallowed again, and the clench was just right against his throbbing, tensing shaft. He came, explosively, violently, pouring enough thick potent dragon seed into her throat that he was sure it bulged with the sheer volume. Perversely, Aorax felt some pathetic pride at that. The swallow came again, gulping his legs in, inch by inch, relentless, unstoppable, and it prolonged it, making him writhe and moan and roar. His crown had come off. His golden rings and bands were still on him somewhere, but the liquid was starting to burn, and every gulp crammed him deeper down. He was crushed between what must have been his Queen and his son, kicking blindly at them in a desperate attempt to create some space.

Slowly, the glow failed from his loins, leaving him utterly shattered. King Aorax whimpered as she slurped over his heavy thighs, his tail lashing uselessly, and his body was forced tighter. The rest of his family must have been trying to speak to him, but he couldn’t hear a word in the bubbling marsh of her guts. Melavascia had taken everything from him save his life in the span of a few minutes, and now she was working on the last.

“P-please…” he mumbled, whimpering with discomfort as his belly squelched inside, and the bodies pressed him in further and deeper. “Y-you, you can have me as a servant! I’ll d-do anything you w-want, please, please! A dragon king at your feet… c-can’t you… just… please…”

“That’s the wrong Sin, asspudge.” Melavascia never even stopped swallowing, lapping across his toes and making him writhe with ticklish anguish. “Don’t appeal to pride, appeal to gluttony. What can you give me which will be better than you, right here, right now?”

He knew the answer. He wailed, feeling his clawed feet slurped down, his tail toyed with, licked over, slurped against.

“That’s right. Nothing. Because you are perfect. Right here. Right now. Right in me.”

Melavascia swallowed him, her throat swelling and bulging, and the ripples sank slowly deeper. Aorax was squeezed out completely, every inch of him squelched over by the mighty rippling gullet. He was crushed into the new space, newly squelched over by stomach walls and the powerful, helpless bodies of his family alike.

The four dragons squirmed, desperate to find some space in a stomach already bloated many times over, pressed against each other. Aorax cursed the demon with every movement, hearing vague bubbling sounds that must have been similar insults from his family. It was hopeless to try and find a comfortable position - too tight, too hot, too appallingly lustful. Eventually, they slowed, crushed into a colossal tangled mass of tails and limbs. He felt his Queen stroking his neck feebly, and tried to pat his son. For a moment, it was almost peaceful.

The acids started to bite, and the gut began to churn and ripple, and the dragons crammed inside the gluttonous elephant’s gut began to scream.

Melavascia licked their taste off her lips, rolling her hips over the fat mass. Every movement dragged it over the ground with a sound like the world’s largest, thickest milkshake in a cement mixer. And every inch of that enormous, oppressive, bloated girth was singing with fiery ecstasy. She was alight with pure pleasure, every howl and wriggle from within making her shudder a little more. She ground her fat sex against the rippling bulges, feeling them press against her in every place she could ever need to be touched, all from so deep inside that she could barely stand from the pleasure.

She relaxed, enjoying the roars and gurgles of protest as her own bulk pressed into her colossal belly, and closed her eyes. Demons did not sleep, but she didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to feel all of this.

And she did. Oh, she did. The perfect moment was not over. It was not over for the next two days, each one an cacophony of churns and gurgles, hours and hours of bubbling swells sinking and softening in her paunch. One by one, the dragons became hers, their bodies and souls alike squelched down to nothing but magic-rich chyme inside that bubbling furnace of her paunch. Aorex, to his credit, was the last to go still, still kicking even as his body collapsed inside Melavascia. The Queen sprawled across their bed to wait, uncaring of the shouts and curses from outside as the rest of the kingdom tried to enter the magically locked chambers. All she wanted was to feel every pound sluiced away into her colossal churning bowels, every ounce of magic swallowed by her bloated soul, and every quiver and howl and plea of the four souls condemned to eternity as her pudge. All Immortals could survive for a time after their bodies were destroyed, but Melavascia’s perfect moments would spend the rest of time there, squishing on her with every step and swallow.

Finally on the afternoon of the third day, her raucous belly went quiet. Melavascia watched it for a moment, patiently. There was a loud, empty, echoing burble… and then nothing. Every last scrap and scale had been processed, every inch taken, and made her. The souls clustered on her body, twitching and tingling. She stood, and moaned, feeling the blissful girth they had granted. Her belly was bloated, a sagging, swollen mass of pure pudge, thick enough to drown in by itself. Her hips had widened a foot, obscene on even someone as obese as her. And her ass… oh, Aorax served well. Each motion made the calamitous cheeks ripple, heavy, haunching globes which could have smothered a titan. The Queen took a step, then another, then another, feeling every new inch that tugged her downwards. She was having to reinforce the floor just to stop her bulk from falling through. And every inch shimmered. Queen Patiax, Prince Catheax, and Champion Antrosax wobbled on her paunch, feeling only the endless heat of her bowels and the softness of the fat all around. And her ass… well, Aorax himself, King, Elder and ruler of the Bethoriex clan, would be feeling every step she took, as they made his new, softened form jiggle and bounce. Melavascia closed her eyes, arched her spine, and climaxed, quietly, greedily, swallowing her own moans of joy as her fat belly between her thighs dripped with the gush of her orgasm. She stood for minutes, letting it all wash over her, again and again, again and again. Hers. Her fat. Her pleasure. Hers. Hers. She was so beautifully, orgasmically, perfectly sated.

The moment ended at last, slowly, softly, and with a loud, long, heavy, groaning belch, carrying with not a single hint of draconic scent. Melavascia had claimed everything.

She relaxed, smirking at the stickiness of her thighs, and turned towards the door, which was starting to glow red from the forces trying to break it down. She had been intending to return to the Hells, but in this world alone she had more than a dozen others she’d already earmarked as future perfect moments. And maybe some fun to pass the time, too.

Because that was the truth of the Sins. It wasn’t an end goal, but a process. A method for seeking the ultimate truth of the universe. Queen Melavascia was merely seeking it, swallow by swallow, groan by gasp.

And there were always more jiggling, swaying steps to take on her journey.

She blasted the door into splinters with a twitch of her dark, heavy eyelashes, and stepped through, taking a quick examination of the furious faces of eighteen armoured dragons on the other side. She licked her lips, looking straight at three of them.

“Tell me, thighfat, cuntjuices, throatsweller,” she purred. “What do you know about the Sins?”

Well well well. Queen Melavascia Velvena, Matriarch of Gluttony, Monarch of Hell, and the mother of Rose, was not really intended to appear now. But  banzai surprised me with this delightful sequence starring her in her elephant form, and well… it turned out she was fun. I’ve always enjoyed taking concepts such as the all powerful predator and turning them up to eleven, and Melavascia is one of the most powerful beings in the entirety of Ruinous.

Pity about her parenting skills, but you can’t have everything. I think. I’m pretty sure she’s working on it.

Mela takes the form of an elephant sometimes, but it’s far from her only shape: she’s a full demon, after all, and so choosing what she looks like is just a matter of concentration. Which she is very good at. So you may see her in other forms in other stories. One thing is certain: they’ll all be the same merciless, nigh-omnipotent, lustful, insatiable, perfection-chasing glutton.

Good to post something. < 3 Hope you enjoy it. It's good to have Eka's back.

Kinky bits: elephant dragon oral vore F/MF weight gain fat gluttony digestion soul entrapment unwilling oral sex domination fantasy feral

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