Planting

Your feet now unbound, you turn over and quickly get yourself upright. Your horniness subsides, now overtaken with fear, rage, and helplessness as you ball up your fist and stare at her with a dirty look.

"It's a good thing I don't need you to enjoy this." She chuckles looking amused, gesturing to your dying boner. "Though something tells you may learn to enjoy it nonetheless.”

Walking over to a row of cabinets and bookshelves, she stops at a tall one whos' door has a curved clay handle protruding from it. She caresses the handle before gently letting it go and you watch as it bobs up and down.

"You see, I can form sacred clay in small quantities but this is much harder to tame."

With a flick of her hand, the door begins to open but the handle remains in place, slipping through a hole.

"It needs to feel and understand the presence of a man, especially one already imbued with earth magic. Don't worry, you don’t need to know any spells. Your body will do all of the work!"

In the open cabinet stands a figure that resembles a man made entirely of earthen clay. Though not entirely detailed, his body is beautifully sculpted with each curve flowing into another drawing your eye up and down its muscular frame. You move towards it, drawn in by its handsome face and a deep desire to touch its amber skin. It steps out of the cabinet to meet you, and fear briefly sets in as it towers over you, its monstrous cock pulsing as it eyes you hungrily. Your feet continue their path, no matter how much your mind is screaming to turn back.

You meet one another and in one swift motion it hoists you up by your armpits to meet his face. Your legs wrap onto his torso for support as its huge hands drift down, wrapping around your lower body. Its thumbs press into your stomach as its other fingers spread your cheeks, finding your hole. It plays with your ring, taunting and teasing it as your erection grows pressing against its mountainous chest. It hunches over, bringing its face closer to yours and its massive member closer to your ass. A heat spreads over you as your pulse and breath quickens before meeting the warmth of its soft lips. You feel its bulbous head kiss your loosened hole before burrowing its way in. You notice no pain despite its weighty size overtaking you, its pervading fullness impaling you down the hilt. It grunts in ecstasy, its mushroom head bulging in your stomach before lifting you off, leaving your gaping hole exposed.

Up and down, it slams your body onto his rock hard member, your own cock bouncing to the rhythm. Your entire body is electric, as heat pounds through you in waves. With each thrust, the clay man becomes more defined, beads of sweat now forming on skin and dripping down his toned body.

You look up at him, your eyes now meeting his as they gain the spark of life. You stare deep into his lust filled eyes, taking your dick in your hand. He drops you both to the floor, rapidly drilling in to you from above, his balls slapping your tender ass. You begin furiously stroking, edging yourself closer to your impending climax. With two final forceful thrusts, he buries himself deep into you as you both let go. Your stomach fills with his seed just as your own hefty load lands on your face. He lowers himself to his knees, placing his hand under your back before gripping you tightly and flipping you both over. You lay exhausted on top of him, his chest gently rising with his heavy breaths as his rod retreats from your dripping hole.