Another feminine figure, though this one is much smaller than the last.

The mud golem's body melts away into a puddle of mud and cum around you and you are soon left staring at a wide puddle with a single, small figure laying in the middle of it. This time, though, it is no figure of mud and earth but a flesh and blood creature. A very small and still quite femininely shaped figure, you find as you lean in closer to inspect the small feminine figure.

She is probably only a little over nine inches tall, a miniature beauty with full breasts and wide hips proportionate to her size. Her skin was a rich brown, the same shade of earthen color that the mud woman's "skin" had been. Unlike the mud woman, however, this tiny figure is not featureless, her face finely and delicately featured and her nude form possessing the details the mud figure had not. Nipples crowned the mounds of her breasts, each one hard and tinged a darker shade of brown than her skin. Her full lips and the delicate folds of her sex that glistened with wetness were also that same shade of brown, though you thought she would be the same tender pink inside if you inspected her closely. You did not do that at the moment, however, as you took in the rest of her form.

Her hair was sparkling, a strange crystalline color that was almost translucent. It was like diamonds had been spun into thread to make up the tresses that fell about her shoulders and wings. Yes, wings. She possessed wings that also sparkled like diamonds though they, like the rest of her, were now stained with mud and your semen which streaked upon her skin and in her hair as well. She was a mess, made so by your rough rutting with the shell of mud she had been stuck in, but she was still somehow beautiful despite that. Perhaps even moreso because you knew the streaks of cum that stained her were your own.

You realized that this was the true core of the mud golem you had had your way with. This small being was what had controlled the earth and stone of the golem you'd fought and had been stuck in the feminine form of mud the gauntlet had created for her afterwards. More than likely, this was a fairy of the earth, holding dominion over rock and soil. She had probably made the stone golem in order to fight off intruders such as yourself and had not expected such an ability to be turned against her. That was probably why she was so surprised that, when she was stuck in the mud woman's body, she could feel everything you were doing. She probably was used to that outer shell being like armor, not like a second skin that the gauntlet had made it into, and so had been overwhelmed by the sensations and pleasure you'd given her. After all, you doubted something this small got to feel what it was like to have a good, hard fucking very often. Such a thing could probably kill her.

Yes...kill her. She was so small and delicate, wasn't she? It would be easy. You realize you are thinking this as you grab the fairy in your gauntleted hand and pick her up to your eye level. She is **** and breathing in heavy pants and looks just so very...weak. Weak and small and fragile. You could crush her so easily with your strength. Just a simple flex of the hand, a tightening of your fist, and she would be crushed like a bug. You feel your gauntleted hand tighten ever so slightly and the fairy gives out a high pitched squeak of pain that at once horrifies and excites you. You could crush her. Crush her like the bug she is. It would be what she deserved for trying to destroy you. Such a weak thing trying to slay you? It was laughable. And it was insulting.

You could crush her. You could crush her easily, her blood staining your hand and your power over her proven. You could do it so easily. So...very...easily...but should you?