Overcome by pleasure.

The three involved women were utterly overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of Terran’s expeditious tendrils softly wriggling their way through their tender depths, and while Haruo and Elyrah had simply collapsed under the staggering rapture Terran endlessly toiled to bring about, Selera, the beefy elven beauty, was quite unfazed, as she pointed to Terran, directly enticing him, and as he saw her beautiful form beckoning for his approach, what else could he do, but walk to her, and at her behest, he lifted her form from the ground, as she only slightly wriggled from the pleasure.

Selera had resolved herself to test this odd entity out, to find its limits, as, despite her great variance from the innate elven nature, she still retained that intense curiosity, and an odd desire to explicitly study what she didn’t understand. And this clay golem holding her within its strong, firm grasp, she understood very, very little… “Yeah, it’s just curiosity…” She lied to herself, a wide smile plastered across her face, leaving her expression as one of unadulterated bliss, as Terran released Haruo and Elyrah’s inert forms onto the ground, leaving them to simply be curled up within each other's arms, asleep as they laid upon the closest approximation of a mattress this world had, Terran’s pittance of an effort to help keep them comfortable.

And then, Terran, unburdened by any further hesitations or worries, looked upon Selera, the strong, brawny figure, stalwart in visage, though a malleable puddle of glistening flesh within the constant undulation of his clay form, a stark contrast to her pale white, muscles rippling through her form, beauty the likes of which Terran had never viewed, not demure or haughty, not vain, nor was there a higher than thou aura in any spark of her being, as she simply looked upon his visage, an indefinite, undefined face, constantly in motion, for now, in this moment of bliss. Then, as Terran looked upon her face, filled with awe, and glee as it was, he moved his arms, one to affectionately grip Selera by the waist, and the other, to rest upon the fully stable form of his crotch, before manifesting something from the tangled mass of tendrils making their ways to Haruo and Elyrah, as abruptly, an absurd member burst forth, straight to sixteen inches long, the newly adorned prize of Selera’s eyes, as she simply looked on in awe.

Then, as her awe came to pass, she simply stared, the waning awe finding a sheer, sensual curiosity taking its place, as she slowly trailed her fingers across the clay form, cool to the touch, but ever welcoming in its surprisingly comfortable embrace, as her fingers had reached the base of the massive member, wrapping her hand around it as far as she could, but not quite able to touch her fingers together, as she removed her hand, before standing to her feet, as tall as she could, and then, she simply leapt upon Terran’s form, thick arms wrenching herself in place, her crotch, simmering in countless squirts of anticipated pleasure, finding herself unable to speak, as she looked into his eyes.

“Are you ready?” She asked facetiously, a face of glee in plain view, as she simply impaled herself upon his member, though only six inches of its length pierced true, as Selera’s vice grip upon Terran’s back began waning, her form, instantly struck clean of her will by means of an intensely overwhelming bliss, rapturous screams flying free.

And of course, the source of these rapturous screams of bliss, Terran’s nature allowing for experiences otherwise impossible, and levels of pleasure otherwise unlikely, an ever undulating rod of amorphous clay, tenderly rearranging the insides of the beefy elven beauty atop him.

Terran, in response to the events, spoke a few words aloud, to himself, sure, but maybe to another, unseen figure.