“I think… As long as you’re here.”

As Elyrah heard these words, a smile overcame her face, as she slid closer to his form, as it unfurled slightly, showing a far less disturbed air, as he looked around the room, before bringing an arm up, pointing at an empty location, and with more intentions, though now less aggressive as well, as an expansive tendril shot forth from the extended arm, landing harmlessly against the wall, as he simply felt through it, seeing every perspective within.

Then, after a bit of simply sitting in silence, Terran rose to his feet, hoisted Elyrah to his back, as she slowly sunk into the ever comfortable slot for her, before he began walking back to the duo which awaited them, and all the while, a part of the reason Elyrah was so happy for his recovery, he immediately got to work rubbing and teasing her in every manner he could, and there were many.

This left a quivering, lightly whimpering Elyrah, and a suddenly unperturbed Terran, as he stepped towards the pair, of which he expected to be somewhat cross with what he’d nearly done, but that wasn’t even close to what awaited him, as they simply leapt upon him, endlessly fascinated by the happenings, Haruo, with explicit knowledge of what his clay was capable, and her having told Selera everything about it in the meantime, they were both ecstatic to get their piece of the pie.

But Terran, oblivious to their thoughts, simply stood around, waiting for some interaction, but none that he could make sense of.

But the women, feeling the vibrations, and hearing the moans, were faster to make a move, as Haruo spoke bluntly, “Hey, Terran? Don’t forget about us…”

As soon as Terran heard these words, and the immediate reaction of agreeance from the elven beauty beside her, he shot forth two arms, grabbing the two of them in tender embraces, as he heard Elyrah's voice resonating through his form, telling him to indulge in his and their desires, as he, with another burst of shimmering blue, a torrent of suddenly formed clay, as it made a surprisingly soft clay bed to lay them both upon, with a tender touch, as tendrils began expanding ever so quickly across their bodies.

As Haruo and Selera were in the midst of being engulfed in clay, abruptly an odd slimy green tint became apparent in the clay which was lovingly accosting them, and along with that tinge, a light sizzling sound rang out, as the cloth against their skin began melting away, leaving their forms utterly unharmed, simply removing every bit of clothing they had on, and it didn’t forget Elyrah either, as all three women’s forms were set free into Terran’s view.

Then, with that sudden revelation, a sly chuckle, followed by oddly wriggling his fingers, as he set his tendrils to work, having them snake towards the awaiting nether regions, as he ventured into the clay, finding Elyrah being poked and prodded with every passing moment, leaving her primed and ready for Terran’s next moves.

And as Terran laid his eyes on her form, he maneuvered her form around, taking in every aspect he could, as he manifested an arm, reached for Elyrah’s face, gingerly gliding a soft palm down her cheek, suddenly shifting his hands to her legs, holding them wide open, as he brought his face to hers, kissing her cheek, as from his crotch grew a sixteen inch member, roughly plopping against her stomach, as Terran rubbed the engorged head against her quivering quim.

As Terran stood there, starkly still, on the verge of penetration, he stared her straight in the eyes, as he waited for her words, her desire.

And he didn’t have to wait long, as almost immediately after, a vehement pleading came shakily from her mouth, “Puh, please, Terran, don’t tease me too much…”

As she pleaded for mercy, Terran contemplated it for a moment, before accepting it, placing his mouth an inch from her ear, whispering lightly into it, “Ok, love… I’ll acquiesce.” A light chuckle left his mouth, and with great care, though quite roughly, Terran pushed his way past the velvety folds of Elyrah’s depths.

And, as the two women outside of the shell of clay heard the sounds from within, they almost grew jealous, and almost as if sensing their thoughts, the countless tendrils went to work even more furiously, bringing them to a state of thoughtless bliss.