((Ahem! Sorry about that, folks! Net has been down. I'll read over everything tonight. Expect a post either late tonight, or tomorrow! ))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>It was certainly enough to make someone queasy - the rapid little pin-pricks of the dagger stabbing the interior of Calia's belly. It was anything but comforting, that was for certain. However, the slender elf was certainly not having any real luck in getting the accomplished predator to throw her back up.<br/><br/>As her strength begins to ebb, her legs begin to shake, and soon enough she finds it impossible to hold the heavy body of the Sherakim pressed against the powerful walls of Calia's stomach, especially when the giantess' belly was more than ready to squeeze and crush the life out of the poor girl - all the while, flooding the cramped chamber with more and more of those powerful digestive juices.<br/><br/>The wild elf bites her lower lip in pain, both as the giantess' belly presses the armor-glad body of her partner against her tender body and begins to grind it against her, and when those acids further burn her flesh "You..grrr.....let me..go!" She calls softly from inside Calia's stomach, barely audible through the layer of muscle and flesh that surrounded her belly.<br/><br/>((Auto Digest 1d6(3) + 6 = 9))<br/><br/>She stabs again with the dagger, only to have Calia's belly flex at just the opportune time. Instead of striking tender belly-flesh, the dagger is lodged in an armor-plate from the first meal. This was not going well!<br/><br/>((Attack roll 1d20(2) + 8 = 10. Miss.))<br/><br/>One hand remains on her dagger, trying desperately to pull it free. The other begins to punch uselessly on the interior of Calia's belly, creating odd little bulges in her already full stomach.<br/><br/><br/>Wild Elf - HP<span style="color: #FF0000">12/48</span>AC 17<br/><br/><br/>Calia -<span style="color: #FF4000">29/54</span>