How Malunir became a phylactery
(soft vore, graphic digestion, magic)
 
The snake was inwardly smirking as he slithered closer to his prey. When he had entered the old damp tower smelling something fishy, he had expected to just make a quick meal out of a family of those small dim witted walking fish creatures. He was delighted when he heard chanting, then turned a corner and saw an anthro lemon shark with his back turned towards him. He liked sharks, they were just very rare onland and almost as rare in the rivers he often hunted in. And they had many sharp teeth and jaws that could take his head off. So Malunir was very pleased to find this one to be busy waving his hands and making weird noises while standing in a strange point star pattern drawn on the floor in chalk with odd items strewn about.
Malunir loved eating mages. They were weak, at least physically, typically clean and tasty and full of surprises. One had made his stomach walls all tingly until she drowned in his stomach juices. Another one had managed to cast a protective shield which ironically made them easier to swallow since it ironed out the ever annoying shoulders a little. That one had screamed for more than a full day until they ran out of magic and blood, in that order, as the great moray-conda’s stomach juices had dissolved their body. He wondered what this one’s special flavour would be.
 
He ignored the green swirls of light that engulfed the mage as he rose up and unhinged his jaws to prepare to engulf the prey’s streamlined head and curl around him. With a sudden crescendo the mage’s chanting reached its climax and a whirling green lightning made a sharp turn right in front of a huge red gem and instead shot over the mage’s head and right into Malunir’s throat. The snake paused for a moment, waiting for the magic to take effect, just to make sure he was still in the right shape to eat the person, but nothing seemed to have changed besides a little dizziness. Nothing a long nap on a kicking, screaming stomach could not fix.
“Another failure.” sighed the shark as Malunir snickered coldly.
“Time to feed me, fishy.”
The shark had flinched before Malunir had said anything and when he turned around it was in surprise and maybe a small shock, but not the utter terror Malunir was accustomed to by his food. Usually there was more screaming and such involved. In his head he heard the word “fascinating” as the shark’s eyes focussed on him but the mage had not said anything. Since when could prey understand him? Usually only other reptiles got the meaning of his hisses. It was weird but it was a mystery he could ponder while the shark travelled his guts.
“Greetings great serp…” said the shark in a flustered voice until Malunir took advantage of his round snout being nicely lined up with his jaws.
“Get gurgled.” he hissed and then his head shot downwards and his loosely attached jaws glided over the rough skinned snout with ease. He felt his teeth scrape over the rough surface, then along the soft next of the shark and onto the tricky robed and shouldery part of his meal. As far as anthros went, sharks were easy to swallow since they had broad necks they inherited from their exceedingly voracious feral cousins. Once the head was deep enough inside, Malunir pulled forwards his pharyngeal jaws from the depths of his throat and pushed its teeth into the thick tough hide of the shark’s head. The mage did not flinch as his skin was broken and instead Malunir heard his voice again as he pulled the semi aquatic prey deeper.
“Fascinating. I have never seen a snake with a second set of jaws.”
“And I never had a meal that mused about my jaws while on their way to become my next dump but to each their own.” Malunir thought to himself. His prey shuddered right away and somehow replied to his thoughts.
“You can hear my thoughts?” the shark asked, now shivering as he stood there in his magic circle, supporting his body and increasing amounts of distending, feeding snake. Those were shakes of excitement and Malunir felt a tingle of arousal he should experience until his meal was well settled in his stomach and starting to squirm as his acids did their work. He looked down over his descending snout and saw something was definitely stirring under the shark’s tunic.
“Are you enjoying this? You like being food?”
“I mean… I did this entire ritual to become immortal-ish. For the sole purpose of experiencing being consumed.”
Malunir paused as his jaws pressed over the shark’s chest and their pharyngeal cousins gripped the tunic around his prey’s shoulders and pulled more of the snake’s throat over the mage’s head, encasing him increasingly in olive green and brown scales. His prey went on explaining in an excited voice that materialised directly in the feeding snake’s head.
“I wanted to be able to be devoured, digested, consumed. But without any of the permanent side effects. And the fact that you can hear my thoughts tells me it worked. It just seemed the spell rejected the blood crystal I spent all year to craft. Instead… it chose you.”
As the shark’s voice went on and his body went down, Malunir experienced rampant arousal and giddy excitement, neither of which were his. All the same his genital slit a dozen meters down the line bulged and then parted as his smooth oily hemipenes erected from the same folds the shark would eventually leave him through in a week or so.
“If you enjoy being digested, then I have just the place for you. Just don’t complain if I allow you to breathe until my acids kill you.”
The shark squirmed, intimidation and excitement mixing in the telepathically transmitted emotions.
“When the spell rejected a crystal that cost twelve lifes to make, I suspected you would be beyond evil. We will have to work on that.”
“Oh and miss out on all that has us both so aroused?” teased the snake, quickly learning how to use the magical connection for his own devices.
“I think not. Feel free to try, but it will challenge me at best. My record is to keep prey alive in my stomach for three days before he passed out. Don’t make me break my record with someone you like.” Malunir had no idea how that spell thing worked at all. But through the new connection, he did at least have a feeling that he held a lot of power over the shark. Beyond being half done eating him.
 
By the time the shark’s hips entered his gullet, Malunir’s prey favoured excited squirming over keeping his balance. He laid down on his belly, a squirming tail and curling feet in front of his maw. If only he had shoulders to shrug. Instead Malunir lifted his weighed down front into the air at a steep angle, kept his first jaws open and his pharyngeal ones busy. In fast greedy lurches the shark was shoved down his sloped throat and soon those feet were entirely engulfed in pink slimy flesh, swiftly followed by that wonderfully soft caudal fin.
“So, will you rise from my poop reborn, when I am done with you, or are you just going to pop back to life besides me? If your spell worked at all and you are not just going to fuel me on my next two or three hunts before being entirely used up.” he teased as he followed the sleek bulge travelling down his throat and entering his stomach. When his exposed cocks twitched and leaked, the excitement was both his and the shark’s. The sensation of a living, thinking being pressing through the gastric sphincter leading to his stomach was always a particularly sensual moment and his food seemed to share the sentiment for once.
 
“So, what did your spell do to me? All the important things seem to work as always.” Malunir asked, resting his head on the sleek bulge in his busy stomach and looking down at his throbbing erections. He was habitually getting aroused by a good meal but this might be a bit more than usual. But he was not making all the connections between that and the telepathic link just yet.
“I was trying to make a phylactery. A device to store a part of my soul in to prevent it from moving on to the afterlife when I die. This should allow it to instead form a new body for me.
“And you mean I am carrying some of your soul around?”
“Well, the spell did turn away from the blood crystal right into you.”
“If this makes me meek and preyish, I will break every bone in your body IF you can come back from being digested.”
The shark squirmed uncomfortably. Not because there were digestive juices drenching his gills and coating his eyes. He was either immune to the pain or actively sought it out. But the mage clearly was not entirely sure his spell worked.
“In the likely case it did work, you will like it.”
“How so?”
“Well, I did it to be eaten… safely…ish.”
“Already on that.”
“And if I want to come back from death, the phylactery needs to be charged. With a soul. My plan was to pick up bounty hunting and burn the odd murderer’s soul to fuel my hobby.”
Something clicked in the snake’s brain and this time it was his own excitement that made his members throb and send a thick trail of viscous pre running down the large meaty spires.
“You mean that when I go about and eat people it allows you to harvest the soul and become my dessert?”
“Something like that.” said the shark, squirming as if trying and failing to fend off an early orgasm. Malunir heard a mental sigh of relief and felt a tingle of shame, a sentiment he had not experienced once in his lifetime before, as the shark calmed down a bit. “Though I want to experience other stomachs as well. I am particularly fond of dragons, you know.”
“Oh I should introduce you to the iron wood clan. 27 kobolds pampering a wood drake.”
“You would!” the shark asked excitedly.
“Yes, if I aim carefully enough, your bones will land directly on theirs.” he snickered.
“I am starting to see why a dark spell prefers you to a blood crystal.” the mage replied grumpily, which amused the snake to no end.
 
As time went on, Malunir realised that his ability to swallow air has also remained intact while his prey was uncannily calm during the whole process. Being an expert maneater, he could tell exactly when the shark’s skin started to come off. From regurgitation experiments he knew that his eyes were just part of the messy chyme pooling around his body by now. And still he was not getting one scream from the shark. The meal would have been boring if he had not spend hours chatting with his food, one kinky and naive mind to a depraved and wicked one. Eventually though the snake’s stomach juices burnt entirely through the shark’s gills and etched a way down his throat. Landgoing shark creatures had two sets of breathing organs for Malunir to digest and by the time his flesh melting juices pooled in the mage’s lungs, the end was near.
“See you soon.” he heard the prey say with a hint of fright as he enjoyed the very familiar spasms of dying prey. He would take one more nap in the wizard’s tower just to check if there is a cute familiar to snack upon and more importantly, to have nothing but liquid mush in his stomach by the time he had to go back down the stairs.