(Vore Check to Maintain the Grapple: 1d20(2)+17=19; Success because of higher modifier)<br/><br/>As the arrows dig into Calia's flesh, she lets out a couple of grunts that sound like a mixture of pain and anger. Her eyes glare at the elf, clearly indicating what fate awaits her in a matter of moments. If anything, she almost shifts too much of her attention to the archer, as the Sharakeim takes the moment to increase his struggles, undoubtedly his survival instincts kicking in. Calia fortunately responds just barely in time, clamping her teeth down into his armor and holding him into place.<br/><br/>"One step at a time," she reminds herself. "Well... maybe one gulp. One of each? Yeah, that sounds good."<br/><br/>(Vore Check to Swallow Sharakeim: 1d20(16)+17=33; Success)<br/><br/>That decision made, Calia approaches the elf, tilting her head back as she does so. With a loud SLURRRP she opens her maw wide, allowing the Sharakeim to slide downwards into her awaiting stomach. As she felt him beginning to fill her empty belly, she was reminded of how much she enjoyed it. The feelings of victory and fullness, she had truly missed them. And contrary to her worries, the time she'd spent working as a tailor hadn't made her fat and lazy, she was still at the top of her game. If anything, eating like this would be what made her fat. Despite being an efficient predator, her metabolism was better suited to normal meals. But that was hardly a worry to her, as Calia was in too much bliss at the moment to think about that at all.<br/><br/>(Touch Attack vs. Wild Elf: 1d20(9)+10=19; Success)<br/>(Grapple vs. Wild Elf: 1d20(11)+19=30)<br/><br/>As more and more of the Sharakeim disappears downwards, Calia's belly stretches outwards, stretching the elastic fabric from which her shirt was made but nonetheless causing it to ride up and expose her expanding middle. Finally his feet are gone, his last farewell a small belch and a grin on Calia's face. Unbothered by the size of her protruding gut, she marches onward towards the elf. One hand rubs her belly as the other reaches outward, grabbing by the elf by the front of her chain shirt and drawing her close to Calia's face. The elf's attention doubtlessly upon her, Calia delivers her ultimatum.<br/><br/>"Alright, we can do this two ways. There's the hard way, where you struggle, but I still eat you. Or we can do it the easy way. You can not struggle, and I eat you. Take your pick, but one will be much less painful for you and much more enjoyable for me. One way or another, I'm going to devour you and you'll be nothing but a small layer of flab upon my body. It's just up to you how much failure you want to inflict upon yourself before that happens."