“Huh, ready…? For what…?”

Terran, the supposedly emotionless construct, was quite excited for Haruo, as she crazily grasped at his sides, finding a suddenly firm form to grab hold of, as she pulled herself further down his member, with little care for herself, as she finally finished spearing herself on twelve inches of surprisingly pleasurable clay.

All the while, Elyrah had been watching intently, jilling on her own, for a bit, as she silently watched on, and for the scene, a drip, drip, drip, down her legs, as she stood starkly still, aside from the zealous movement of her hands.

But Terran wasn’t satisfied just yet, as he extended a tendril from his back, inconspicuously maneuvered it through the air towards Elyrah’s unsuspecting form, as it slowly wrapped around her waist, as it lifted her from the ground, she suddenly realized she’d been caught, as she tried to move her hands from her quim, as the tendril moved Elyrah into place above Haruo, leaving them face to face with one another, as Terran looked directly at Elyrah’s hands covering her quivering quim, flowing with juices as it were, he moved an arm, as he pushed her hands to the side.

Then, Terran moved his mouth, a structure which he had no real use for, closer to her lips, as he extended a clay tongue into it, shocking her greatly, as she spasmed about in his grasp instantly, releasing the strain on her neck, and laying her head gingerly near Haruo’s, as the bunny girl grabbed Elyrah’s head, embracing her in a kiss, as Terran was going deeper in both women.

The twelve inches within Haruo suddenly surged in size, twisting and expanding for her pleasure, as his tongue, another lump of clay he didn’t really need, was put to great use, as he muscled it further into her quim, drawing an intense howl of rapturous bliss from her currently in use mouth, as she parted from Haruo’s enamored visage.

As the women were busy screaming out their ecstasy and gratification, the people below were met with them all, as a great creaking began radiating throughout the entire inn, leaving all the patrons to sit in either jealousy, or… Just jealousy, really.

…

Twelve hours later, an absolutely shocked inn crowd was finally relieved of the creaking, as Terran set the barely conscious, heaving women gently upon the bed, as they instantly fell asleep from exertion, Terran simply walked over to the window, looking out into the dimming sky, as he separated half of his form to stand guard, as he walked to the door, quietly opening it, and sneaking out, leaving the absurdly fatigued women to recover in peace.

Then, Terran stomped down the stairs, as he walked into a suddenly silent inn, as every eye in the place was trained upon his form. And as Terran trod over to the bar, taking a seat on a stool, as it started creaking immensely from his weight.

As he sat there stoically, he extended a hand, and after a moment, a gold coin morphed through his hand, and onto the counter, drawing an expression of confusion to everyone who saw it, as the barkeeper poured him a glass, before sliding it over to him, before walking straight away.

Then, as Terran grabbed the glass, swished it around in his hand, he threw the entire glass into his mouth, and started to chew the contents into shards, as he became saturated with a slight **** content.

Everyone already watching became quite distressed, as most people chose to leave directly, while Terran was simply sitting at the bar, unmoving for near an eternity.

Then, nearly five hours after, the doors of the inn burst open, as five burly figures entered the building, as they approached Terran, before one of the figures poked at Terran’s back.

But, when the fingers touched Terran’s back, clay engulfed the hand, as it instantly was crushed under the weight, as Terran stood from the stool, completely turned his torso around, directly facing the person before him.

Then, as Terran stood there, he raised a hand, grabbed the skull of the orc before him, and simply smashed it with one grasp, instantly dropping the figure to the floor.

And, as they watched their friend die, the four other figures rushed to attack Terran, as they simply punched ineffectively into his form, before Terran laughed. He released a wholehearted laugh, with no organs which could produce it, as he reached an arm out with near lightning quick speed, spearing one of the orcs with a sudden spear, formed from calcified clay at the end of his arm, as he then swiped the bladed end through the skull, as the man then dropped to the floor, utterly inert.