Actually fight

Man: "So be it."

Harry furrows his brow and takes a defensive stance. You're clearly built for damage and he's a tank, so at least his battle tactics are in order. Not that they'll do him any good in this fight. You can empower yourself with cum, and he's covered head to toe in the stuff!

While you're still hyping it up all smug-like, the demigod before you launches forth to stab you. While his blade slices clear through the near-impenetrable cum shields and your enchanted armor, it shatters uselessly against your abs. The man backs down for a moment and mends his sword back into an even sharper and more rigid form than before. A glob of your orbital cum splatters onto your bikini, in turn mending it.

Sophie: "Pathetic! Need me to show you how it's done?"

Aiming the machine-penis gun toward the man, you launch out a destructive volley of twelve-inch solid stainless steel dildos at a thousand rounds per second. The man, still trying to recover from his failed sword attack, tanks the first two hundred rounds and deflects the rest with his sword. The bullets, merely of earthly metals, clamper against his armor harmlessly. His jutting penis doesn't even twitch from a point-blank hit.

Clearly, it's you who needs to step up. Inserting one of your meat rods into a purpose-built slot in the base of the gun, you cum several times in rapid succession. Now all of your bullets are slathered with magical cum - ready to tear down armors of any thickness and make.

While readying to break the ceasefire, your gut takes a hard kick from the demigod, sending you flying back into what can only be described as an automated cocksleeve conversion machine, which immediately kicks into high gear. Shrugging off the continental forces it applies to your butt and vagina, you constrict your orifices and sever the foot thick diamond-hard rods clean in half.

At this point your opponent's clear on your wake, readying to strike. His sword, now virtually indestructible, again slices through your armor like hot butter, only to again shatter at contact, this time merely grazing the tip of your nipple. The breaking sword causes a shockwave, sending the man stumbling backwards. You fire a few super-bullets into him, launching him mid-air and changing his tracetory towards one of the more hazardous-looking machinery.

Like you earlier, the demigod gets stuck in the machine, which is clearly intended for stimulation-based mind breaking. This of course has no effect on him. Even your super-bullets flatten like jell-o against his bare skin. You rise from the remains of the machine and hover over him imposingly.

Sophie: "It's obvious that this is going nowhere. We're two steel statues fighting with paper weapons."

Man: "I'm not giving up yet, you devious enchanctress!"

Sophie: "Neither am I."

Time to end this nonsense. Should've done this from the start: you wank off each of your marbled penises simultaneously, focusing their jet streams of potency-laden seed into your mouth. And as the catalyst, a handful of your vaginal fluids.

Ding, that's the sound of your power levels capping off. Now this demigod is less than a mortal man before your omnipotent visage. Your voice, the humming of cosmic depths itself, speaks with authority over reality itself:

Sophie: "Let's continue where we last left off, hm?"

With a snap of your fingers, Harry's armor disintegrates. He tries to run, but can't even feel his legs as you again fork him firmly between your four erections. A whisper, sweet like the genetic expression of all plant life, plays in his ear:

Sophie: "You're gonna love this."

Harry's eyes turn pure white, as he loses all notion of free will. A demigod, capable of destroying galaxies and subjucating every living being in the universe, is now a simple toy, his actions an extension of your thoughts. With him under your control, there's nothing stopping you from reigning free and converting as many people into succulent musclebound concubines as you like.

And so you do.

ENDING 37 -God Giveth and Taketh Away-