Gold. Jake was surrounded by flesh that glistened every bit the way gold did. It would have been indistinguishable if it weren't for the saliva coating and organic motions.

That and the tongue was wrapped firmly around his body all the while the heads of serpents watched.

It was so like Balam to invite Jake to a casual dinner, only for him to be the main course. The gluttonous demon loved food. From the moment he learned to manifest an body properly, he had tested his taste buds and found what he wanted to do for the rest of existence: to feast and never cease.

He was a foodie.

As Jake lay in the stomach, the demonic fluids sapping away his strength, he gave a sigh, with his own breath bouncing back at him in the tight confines.

He would pass out, and soon after his body would be nothing more than satisfaction to Balam, while his soul captured within the vast energies that made up the demon's physical body. When Balam wished so, every atom and strand of soul claimed by his body would be returned to Jake completely.

It was a net zero gain for both. They would each be left off with what they had started, save for the pleasant experience.

And that was the point.

Jake & Balam ©  SpartanBlast

Art ©  Seonmi

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