Malunir’s alignment is hungry evil
(rape, soft vore, digestion)
 
The feline couple would say that no one ever regretted sleeping with the window open as they were now, but that would be wrong. Malunir has been doing this for literal decades and it would be no embellishment to wonder if the amount of people who found themselves as fat on his coils because of such a small lapse were in the triple digits already. Right now the snake’s salivating maw was looking down at the two cats in his cold scaly grasp.
“I am going to enjoy you two for hours.” he announced while they could only wheeze and squirm in reply. “I will start by feeding on you, because I am hungry” he announced, sliding his forked tongue over the broad chested male’s chest. “And then I will enjoy myself IN you” he said to his girlfriend. “I bet he will kick and squirm in there. Fighters always turn me on and you, while way too small, have the right number of holes. I call it snake math. You will understand one I demonstrate it to you.”
Then the reptilian horror moved his broad head towards their feet. His jaws undulated, dislocated and unhinged, revealing a fleshy tunnel that could fit them side by side with a moderate amount of stretching. Then he pushed that cruel maw over the male’s feet, sliding up to his shins with a chuckle ten times colder still than his saliva. He softened his grip on his shivering prey so they were not so tightly locked together. They gasped and panted, clearly eager to cry for help but unable to, as they were still coming back from the brink of suffocation.
“Watch this.” the snake mumbled around the pair of legs in his maw and then opened his jaws. His prey was just starting to pull back from inside his throat when the new sight made him freeze in terror. A second set of jaws pushing out of Malunir’s throat and into his maw, overtaking the male cat’s legs and then sinking into his soft skin, his teeth acting like fun sized flesh hooks. Then these pharyngeal jaws pulled back inside, taking the man with him. There was the screaming now, when he felt himself sliding against his lover, being pulled away from her by his very skin and instead dragged into a gaping maw that was smiling around his disappearing body.
 
If any one heard their bone chilling cries for help, they decided against investigating what caused such terror and chose life instead. This left Malunir to enjoy his meal. He repeated the same motion over and over again, swallowing the male cat with obvious ease. His pharyngeal jaws pulled him down rapidly, reducing the athletic man to a gently squirming bulge. Cries for help turned to those of despair and by the time Malunir’s stale breath washed over the back of his head, jaws still advancing, he was just begging for an easy death and the release of his lover who was too shocked to utter a noise.
The moray conda’s reply was a cold chuckle and a deep swallow. The cat was pulled into his maw entirely now, the pharyngeal jaws ripped his neck and dragged him into the throat. How he wished the teeth would cut open an artery, but the hooked needles proved to be too short. Instead he was cast into cool slimy darkness and massaged down towards the bubbling hellscape of Malunir’s ever greedy stomach.
 
“Finally alone.” he snickered as he realigned his jaws and started to properly wrap up the tall lean female his snack kindly left him as a toy. Soon Malunir had his slightly thinner tail end pressed between her thighs, his scaly genital slit pushing on her firm and dry furry one. The well fed snake’s coils were wrapped around her three times as they laid on her bed.
“Watch and feel him slide down. It is divine. A living being, a person, kicking and screaming, yet simply on his way to my stomach. An anonymous bulge. One in a line of hundreds, I hasten to point out. I bet his entrance in my stomach will get me aroused enough to make sure you won’t run away -or ever again- the fun way.” he explained to her crying face as she stared at the unimpressive lump slowly following the winding coils. Eventually she felt it. Felt him. There was movement in the snake: convulsing muscles casually performing their duty of transporting nutritious meat to the stomach. Then there were shudders and faintly muffled screams coming from the one she loved. That sinister bulge shifted around her body in a spiral motion. She hated how the changing pressure of the somewhat pudgy coils against her body actually felt good in some places. She was appalled that there was one or two sensory inputs she did not hate or fear. But most of all she was mortified when the snake started to moan and lust joined the hunger that already made his amber coloured eyes glow.
 
Malunir felt the cat in his gullet recoil when his feet slipped through the tight sphincter to his stomach. It was an incredibly hot sensation. Warm meal writhed and resisted in vain against being transported into the acid drooling fleshy sack which had contained and subsequently liquefied thousands over the course of his life.
“Mhh good cat.” he moaned as the scaly slit in his lower tail split apart and revealed the oil soaked tapered tips of his hemipenes. To his dessert’s horror he was very experienced in making them fit. One slid into her sex which had been promised to the man currently being digested and the other went in her tailhole, making her yowl in pain as the reptile violated the notoriously tight feline holes and made it very clear that he had no intention of keeping them in good repair. After all, he was going to consume her just the same. A destroyed pussy had the same caloric value as an untouched one.
 
Inside Malunir’s stomach the real torture was beginning for the male. From all sides he was getting assaulted by acids. The air itself burned in his lungs. His nostrils were on fire and the sensation of hundreds of little snake bites filling up with hydrochloric acid and pepsin was as close as he would get to feeling on fire in his shortened life. Then there was the sound. Not so much the gurgles and churns, those were bearable, almost recreational compared to the pain he was in. But the bellowing teases from the downright demonic snake and the muffled cries of his loved one were adding to the pile of reasons he now craved death. But as digestion progressed he was learning new ones still. At first he had to hear the rape of his love, her disgust and pain but soon the acids flooded his ears. First there was the deafening effect of liquid in his ear channels, then came a skull splitting pain when the liquids simply dissolved his ear drums and made no efforts to stop there. They were here to erode their way into his skull until it was a hollow sphere. To his great horror the sound was not necessary for him to know exactly what she was experiencing around him. Her shivers and spasms were easily discernible from the regular, methodical clenches of the stomach he inhabited. But soon his attention was drawn away from her. He had no pity to spare for anyone else once the gastric juices were softening his skin to the point of releasing his orange fur in great patches, sometimes coming along with it, leaving bare flesh exposed to clenching, churning walls that were dripping with bone dissolving liquids.
 
Hours later, somewhere right before his third orgasm, Malunir halted his violent thrusts. He even released the pressure on his victim for a bit, letting her breathe almost freely. After all, she was too broken to even scream for help any more. He looked down at the gentle movements coming from his busy stomach and glanced at the slightly blood tainted cummy pool around him. He really had been pent up. Then he looked back at his prey with benefits, the clear imprint of his throbbing cock in her flooded and broken womb… “Can you feel it?” he asked her, wondering if she was still at the stage where every touch on her insides burned or already past the point where everything was numb meat with no more pain to give. She groaned, sounding as if she was already dying. But he was sure he had not caused that much internal bleeding on her. But she needed to know.
“In case you can’t feel it. Your boytoy is going to die now. I can sense his struggles. He is just trembling now. His consciousness melting just like his body. The death he begged of me hours ago, I will grant it now. You will be able to feel the final shudder when he expires, I promise. It will be such a wonderful moment when he resigns and you are truly mine.” he said with vigour while looking at the hollow eyes of his prey that were all reddened from strain and running out of tears a good while ago.
 
The snake had not lied. He had not said a single untrue word since he had wrapped her up. Just as he had said she would, she felt a sudden jolt moving through those churning, cat melting coils. A single spasm followed by heart breaking stillness was the last motion of her beloved partner. It was degrading to feel the snake reacting to that by orgasming inside her yet another time. She only felt a faint pressure growing in her abdomen, now, hours after she stopped hoping for anything below her stomach being left in one piece or the right spot.
When the snake pulled free and the liquid proof of her defilement poured onto her own sheets, she almost welcomed his yawn when he finally started to consume her. The agonised screams of her lover still echoed in her broken mind but she welcomed every pull of his throat and the quickness of his twin jaws as they devoured her for it brought her closer to being able to leave this broken body. Soon after her snout pushed through the stomach sphincter and she was greeted with mostly snake vomit: the remains of the one she loved. She slid alongside his decomposing body, her mere fur scraping softened meat off his broken form. She was soaking in the acids, feeling a dull heat in her belly as her nearly hollowed out nethers were flooded with gastric juices and melted flesh from her mate. She just closed her eyes and waited for the horrors ahead because the snake still refused to belch up the stale air inside his stomach. The monster was insisting to squeeze every last bit of torment out of her as well, shortly before his guts would do the same with the nutrients held by their flesh.
“I hope you have a nice stay inside me. As you die, just keep in mind you are passing -literally and through me- just so I can do all of this to some other lucky snacks tomorrow.” he laughed, and went on to narrate the digestive progress which slowly killed her. His head was resting on the tiny lump hers made in his coils, enjoying a little pillow talk and the lullaby of his hard working digestive tract. He gazed over his 25m long body, musing that the felines’ nutrients are going to be spread thin throughout him. He could have a meal like this three times a week without growing fat, he figured. In any case he was going to test his theory, very thoroughly.