<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>This was something the Sherakim was not used to - being beneath something on the food chain. His considerable strength and ability to grapple had always secured his spot, though right now...for all his strength and fighting ability, it was coming down to a simple fact. Calia was better than he was. Whilst not exactly a predator himself, he knew how to carry himself, how to fight, and had certainly sent a couple into his stomach - which was by no means a match for the dozens upon dozens that had slid down Calia's throat.<br/><br/>The thick, somewhat oily and tart taste of the Sherakim's armor slides along Calia's tongue as she sets to work going about the quick business of taking him out of the fight - getting him into her stomach as quickly as possible. There was no indication that he had any sort of smaller weapons on him - a fatal flaw, if he could not squirm his way back out  - as he was simply entirely unused to being put in such a situation. Whilst Calia's stomach might have a bit of trouble with his armor - she'd likely be coughing it back up later - there was little doubt that HE would be far, far easier to digest.<br/><br/>However, the feeling of the heavy, armor-glad individual sliding down her throat was utter bliss - it was something she'd experienced numerous times in the past, and no doubt would experience numerous more in the future.<br/><br/>The Sherakim growls in rage as she simply tilts back her head...and slurps him down like an armor-clad noodle. The soft, squishy interior of her inner-body squeezes around him, her throat powerfully rippling over his struggling body. Despite how much he struggles, though...they appear to be for naught. That last little swallow - and the burp that follows his departure from the world of the living - sends him careening downwards through the half-giant's powerful throat, and into her stomach.<br/><br/>The slimy interior instantly begins to knead against his face, compressing his squirming, thrashing body as he fought desperate to bring himself back up the half-giantess' throat. However, his slick armor actually begins to work against him...and he is totally unable to even get the slightest hints of a grip in the shifting, rolling confines of Calia's belly.<br/><br/>((Auto-digest damage 1d6(4) + 6 = 10))<br/>((Grapple check to escape stomach - 1d20(11) + 15 = 27. DC 28. Failure by one. Unlucky sucker. XD ))<br/><br/>A soft grunt escapes the Sherakim's mouth as her stomach works it's acids through his armor, affecting his far, far more vulnerable skin, the faint sizzle of his clothing and hair buried beneath the content, happy gurgles of her eager, growling belly.<br/><br/>The half-elf watches in utter amazement as Calia efficiently downs her prey - never before had she seen the Sherakim so incredibly easily disposed of. Not just that, but the fluid motion of the half-giantess' movements, the way she never slows down in her movements as she swallows her partner down like a wet noodle...it sent chills up and down her spine. Those chills turn into shivers of fear, however, when Calia reaches out...and grabs her, pulling her right up against her front. She could feel the movements of the Sherakim inside of Calia, could hear the gentle growls and churns as her stomach got to work on it's prey...<br/><br/>"W-wait!! WAIT!!!" She drops her bow and holds up her hands, indicating that she had nothing else in them. She does not even make the attempt to squirm out of Calia's grip yet - if she was able to down the Sherakim, there was very, very little doubt in her mind that she would be just another squirming, pleading bulge alongside him.<br/><br/>((The Wild-Elf chooses not to resist the grapple attempt. Calia has her.))<br/><br/>"STOP! HOLD A MOMENT!! I...I...i have information!! I can tell you...alot of...anything!! Please! Just...just wait!! I'm alot more valuable here than...than...there..." She peers down between their two bodies at the still-squirming bulge in Calia's midsection. She was making every attempt to buy herself more time - even if she had to part with some of the precious information that she had to do it. Bought time meant the ability, perhaps, to escape...<br/><br/>"I...just....l-let's make a deal, huh? I'll tell you anything i know...you...you let me go...?" She smiled nervously, hoping her offer of information would prevent her from seeing the inside of the Half-giantess' mouth.<br/><br/>((Hrm! On second thought, after looking over the Half-giant race, Strong build is not going to be used for stomach capacity. She is still a medium-sized creature, and if everything about her in a vore-game was counted as large, she'd (On top of the numerous other bonuses for being considered large), have a handful of free feats. For the +1 level adjustment, i believe that large maw would fit for strong build....but not stomach capacity. She will also digest as a medium-sized creature (Though with her strength bonus, the damage is still quite considerable). Being considered 'large' increases her vore check, so it is definantly worth having. Not to mention, i see you have the improved gluttony feat, anywho...so, you will still have the stomach capacity of a large creature.<img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/>One medium = no penalty. As such, consider Calia to have the 'large maw' feat for free, because of strong build. ^_^ ))