Comfy soul vore

"Star blazing!" Asriel cried out, summoning a hail storm of magical stars, raining them all down upon the helpless human on the ground below. They dodged, jumped and dove with all their might, but the unfaltering wave of attacks were taking their toll on them. On a dodge to the right, their leg faltered and they tripped, falling hard on their side as a particularly menacing star roared towards them. With the last of their strength, Frisk meekly raised their arms over their head, curling into a ball.

The star stopped in place, inches from Frisk's face. They quivered in fear. Asriel descended, walking towards his new plaything and bent down. He tapped the sobbing human with the hilt of his sword.

"Hey, Frisk?"

Frisk slowly unraveled, staring into the eyes of their foe.

"I win."

Asriel flashed a sinister smile, picking up the human and hauling them on his back. With the power of (almost) 7 souls coursing through him, he felt invincible, unstoppable. This pathetic but strangely endearing child was the only thing standing between him and utter control, and he was going to resolve that, succinctly.

Placing the human on the ground, Asriel dispelled his weaponry and focused his energy. As Frisk sat themselves into an upright position, they watched in shock as Asriel began to grow, quickly rising to ten times his former size, towering over the human. Asriel reached down with one of his hands, cupping the human and raising them towards his mouth.

"For your surrender, I will make this quick. Don't worry, human, you won't feel any pain. The souls of your friends are waiting for you."

Unceremoniously, Asriel opened his hand and stuffed the human in his mouth, sending them tumbling into the void that was his stomach. In seconds, the magic of Asriel's body evicerated the human's body until just their soul remained, which was then brought into the fold of the rest of Asriel's victims.