Test in writing, I will be glad to receive feedback and advice. (Translated with the help of a translator, there may be questionable phrases)


Sayvira

The evening was enveloping the streets and people began to disperse to entertainment establishments depending on their financial capabilities. Most of the simple workers were obviously going home, but the mercenaries and adventurers were relieving the stress they received at work in the tavern with alcohol and gambling.

Sayvira, a girl of average height, was one of the single mercenaries and was celebrating the successful completion of an order to kill a bear that was actively hunting sheep in the local village. In contrast to her height, the rest of her figure was noticeably different from average. Her lush breasts were barely hidden by a cape, and her rather rounded bottom was hidden by reliable leather pants. The weapon was lying in the rented room.

A pleasant atmosphere of rest and relaxation was interrupted by a sudden slap on the bottom.

-Beauty, why are you sitting alone, come to us, you shouldn't be alone like that.

The provocateur, smiling rather contentedly, sat down at a large table where a group of adventurers were playing dice and with a characteristic gesture beckoned them to him.

One of Sayvira's weaknesses was gambling, and despite the obvious provocation, she took her mug and followed the players to the table.

-Evening, what are the stakes?

-Minimum five coins, then increasing.

Answered one of the participants, smiling rather contentedly, looking at her.

-Then let's try, why drag it out?
Sayvira said with a grin, placing her bet.

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-HOW!?

About an hour of leisurely play passed, at first quite successful, but soon luck insidiously turned away, actively zeroing out the hunter's savings. And in this round she lost, the coins ran out in the last round, and an extremely risky bet was made, which was happily accepted by all the men at the table. The bet was the cape covering Sayvira's top, she was obliged to win.
- Duty is more important than honor, we are waiting.

Almost in unison, the participants of the game said and watched with a satisfied smile as the loser exposed her top, noticeably blushing and covering her chest with her hand.
She looked with displeasure at the stack of her things and the coins lost during the game and grinned and pointed at the things.

- The last bet, all in. On all my things, and if I lose, I will retire with one of you of my choice. I have already rented a room.
She stuck out her tongue contentedly watching how a fight almost broke out between the participants of the game. It's a pity, but their leader with a satisfied grin waved the others away, accepting the bet. Soon she naturally lost, they were definitely doing something, but she never managed to see it.

-Well, thank you for the game.

The winner said triumphantly and stood up, towering over his trophy.

-Now lead the way, I don't like unpaid debts.

Sayvira gasped, noticeably blushing from the man hanging over her, but still nodded and stood up, leading him behind her.

A small room with a single bed and a chest next to it was not quite designed for a couple's stay, the owner charged more money for larger rooms. The mercenary undressed as he approached her. A rather massive warrior with many scars and well-built muscles. Sayvira involuntarily swallowed, gasping at the sight.
-I have wine in the chest, for such an occasion, let's drink?
She barely had time to mutter as he was already on top, hanging over her and contentedly examining her attractive figure. - How can I refuse my trophy? - he agreed and roughly squeezed her breast, which caused an involuntary groan, with a grin he went to the drawer, where he easily found the only bottle and uncorked it, took a few greedy sips and, going to the bed, returned to his previous position and leaned over greedily pressed himself to her breast.

Lucky that he fell for it, and even drank quite greedily. The man froze, sucking on her breast, and Sayvira was able to turn over with difficulty, freeing herself.
- Ohhh, that was close.
The paralysis potion with which she smeared the arrows in the wine bottle was an extremely risky and adventurous trap, but nothing could be done.
Misunderstanding and anger were read in the warrior's eyes. But Sayvira changed even more in his eyes. Outwardly, she remained the same, but neither shyness nor embarrassment remained, their place was taken by a sly grin and an extremely satisfied look. She pressed her belly to his cheek, groaning contentedly.
- While I was playing with you, I got very hungry, and I think you can help me with this.

Her stomach, as if hearing the cherished words, growled plaintively.

She herself rose higher, licking her victim on the cheek, groaning contentedly.
- And you are tastier than you seem, but let's not drag it out.

After which she surprisingly opened her mouth wide, clinging to his head. The mercenary's head ended up in the mouth, moving forward quite quickly, and soon the light and sparkles on the walls disappeared, and he was pulled into the tight throat with difficulty. His body was tightly squeezed by hot and slimy walls, pulling him into the depths of the huntress's tummy. Soon he found himself in the stomach, it was dark, hot and cramped inside, the paralysis still did not let go and he was not even able to scream.
Sayvira stood up, pushed his legs into his mouth and swallowed contentedly, gasped and fell onto the bed. Stroking his massive belly, which exceeded her in size.
- Ahh, how good. If I could, I would call your friends, but I can't manage, sorry.
After a hearty dinner, fatigue fell on her like a lump, quickly carrying her into the world of dreams.

The mercenary after some time with difficulty but was able to move, unfortunately it was so cramped inside, and his position was extremely uncomfortable, and all he managed was to turn around and lie down a little more comfortably. In response to his tossing and turning, only a contented groan and a couple of pats on his tummy sounded. He tried to scream, but here failure awaited him, it was quite stuffy inside, and the cramped space did not allow him to breathe for a loud scream. He tried to break free for a long time, but the result was quite typical.

In the morning, Sayvira yawned and stared at her noticeably smaller but very rounded tummy. And patting it, she stretched contentedly, getting out of bed. After which she collected the rest of her things and threw a blanket on, went out into the hall, the rest of the squad was partying, the rest had already dispersed.

-Ohh, he's just something, I still need to figure this out.
Sayvira grinned, patting her tummy.
-He said that I could take my things and worked hard, and also asked not to disturb him for now.
The mercenaries nodded in surprise, looking at her stomach and even patting their palms, noting the strength of their commander, then moved the things and let her go.

In fact, taking the things and throwing them on top, Sayvira rather hastily decided to leave this place.

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