You couldn't resist doing so even if you wanted to.

You don't even think that long about it before your hands are moving to the laces of your breeches to unfasten your trousers and release your hardened manhood. The fact of the matter was that, even if you had truly wished to deny your base urges, you simply didn't have the strength to do so. Not only your physical and magical strength had been drained, but also your strength of will as you found it impossible to push down the primal urge to sate your carnal desires on the mud woman. The desire was simply too strong and, adding to that the fact that you could also be healing and revitalizing yourself with the act, you knew that you would give in to your lustful needs without even truly trying to deny them.

As such, your rigid member was freed from the confines of your hide breeches in seconds and you were already reaching down to part the mud golem's shapely legs so you could kneel between them. Despite being made of mud, her form seemed to possess more cohesion than when you'd been fighting it, still feeling soft and gooey as mud, but somehow keeping a firm enough form for you to grasp and manipulate her body as you wished. Which meant you were easily able to part her legs, spreading them wide to reveal her groin to you...though, as you had noticed before, there was nothing there but a flat expanse of mud.

This puzzled you for only a moment before, your lust already beginning to ignite now that you'd chosen to go down this path, you simply laid down over the mud woman. Your hands came to rest on either side of her on the ground to support your weight as your lower body came into contact with hers. Without ceremony or ado, you pressed the tip of your member against her muddy flesh and, with a ardent thrust, buried it into the warm, wet earthen embrace of her body. Which seemed to finally garner a reaction from the mud figure beneath you.

As soon as you buried your hard member inside of "her", the mud golem's back arched and her body seemed to shiver, the muddy flesh undulating in small waves upon her form. This had a very interesting effect on you as, while her insides were not nearly the delicate and tender flesh that the naiad's had been, they were still very pleasurable to have your cock buried in. The mud seemed to conform around your penetrating manhood, forming a sleeve of warm, moist earth that hugged your shaft tightly. In addition to this, the soft, malleable muddy flesh roiled and undulated around you in very interesting and pleasant ways. It was as though the mud golem's insides were constantly stroking and massaging every inch of your member from every angle and you had to hold yourself there within her for a moment to enjoy that spectacularly unique sensation fully.

As you did that, however, the mud woman seemed to realize what was happening and was not happy about it as it slapped its mud palms against your chest and a burbling squeal bubbled up from a space where a mouth would have been on her featureless face. As this happened, though, a much more clear, high-pitched and feminine cry could be heard inside of your mind. <AH! N-noooooo! Stop, stop, stoooop! G-get off of me! Get off of me! Ah, ahhn! W-why can I f-feel you inside of meeee?>, the mental voice cried out.

You probably would have been puzzled by this and wanted to try and figure it out if you were in your right mind, but, as soon as you gave into lust, it began to ride you hard and push aside all rational thought. All you wanted now was to satisfy your lustful urges, the dark and burning lust you'd felt with the naiad rising up within you once more. It is with that dominant urge to take what you want forcefully that you grasp the mud golems slender wrists with your gauntleted hand and then slam them down onto the ground above her head. The contact between your dark Artifact and her earthen flesh seems to effect her in much the same way it had the naiad as the mental cry changes in quality to something mixed between pleasure and fear as you hold her in place.

<Ahn! Ah, w-why do I...do I feel gooood?! I shouldn't...ah...I shouldn't feel...any-any...ah, aaaaahn!>, the mental voice stammers before trailing off into a lusty moan as you choose that moment to begin moving, starting to thrust your rigid, throbbing dick inside of her at a hard, hungry pace. Your hips slap against her muddy flesh with moist slaps, staining your pelvis and testicles with her wet earthen skin at every impact. You don't pay that any mind, however, as you continue to fall deeper and deeper into your lustful pit of desire.

And the mud woman seems to be falling into it with you as the wet burbling and mental gasps and cries start to show more pleasure than fear, though she still seems confused as you hear her stammer interrogatively sometimes about why she can't change her form and why she is feeling things. Questions you wouldn't have answers to even if you understood what they meant or were inclined to pause in your rutting to reply so you ignore them as you drive your thick cock into her wet, warm body over and over, your pleasure and lust rising ever higher with each passionate thrust.

And, as they rise, so too does another strange sensation within you...