Marik gave one last pinch before letting go of the boy’s cock; his grin widened like a devil’s as he heard Ryou sigh in relief. The naga straightened his coils, then raised his stomach in an arch before tying his tail in a knot around the highest point—right where it held his boyfriend’s hips.

“Marik, what are you-”

The sudden squeeze cut him off. The boy’s fists clenched, toes curled, joints flexed, and he moaned and howled to every nip of pleasure that bit through his body. Ryou couldn’t even think straight as the squishy walls constricted his middle; his brain seemingly short-circuiting from the sensory overload.

Marik dragged his stomach back and forth through the tight hoop and the boy inside melted into pleasure—first in figures, then literally—as his new spell started doing its number.

The sensation was every little bit as blissful as Ryou had hoped. Each time the pressure swept over his body, the more it lost its shape. His legs welded together, arms fused against his body, and gurgly cries and moans bubbled their way out of him as his mouth disappeared and his insides merged together.

It would be scary if it wasn’t fascinating. Marik felt his boyfriend’s body growing mushier and mushier as he compressed his coils. First, the boy squished like he was made of playing dough; then churned and sloshed around like a creamy soup as his body further lost consistency.

With his body fully dissolved and stripped of any discernible feature, Ryou’s consciousness lingered only through his magic. A mind-numbing pleasure as homogeneous as he’d become suffused his every particle as the melted boy swirled towards his center. He turned into a vortex of pure bliss, pushing himself out of the way as if a gazillion microscopic Ryous trampled each other to reach the upwards stream of a full body orgasm.

Marik loosened his coils when he felt the turmoil in his stomach start to dwindle. The lifeless slop quickly settled as the naga untangled his tail and flopped to the side like a dead deer. He was exhausted, inordinately so. Way more than his bout of squeezing warranted. He could feel there was something else sapping his strength.

His body grew weak and languid, to the point it was a strain to even stay awake until the ritual circle began to light up and stir. Marik’s heart raced faster and faster as the board shook more than usual and he caught a whiff of smoke as it began to glow.

Without a sound, a blinding flash of light flooded the room, leaving Marik adrift in a blank and silent void. The naga felt as if held in suspended animation, unable to tell whether he dreamed or still kept sleep at bay. He was utterly relieved to see his boyfriend’s shape appear outlined amidst the glow, standing like the shadow of a person blotting out the sun.

Feeling assured everything had worked out fine, Marik let his eyelids drop and quickly fell asleep.

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My dear friend Makota made me a drawing for my ongoing fic Spellbound and I decided to upload it to this site as well :)

Consider checking out the fic on AO3 if you like what you see here ;)

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