An immense penetration.

After a bit of grinding, she chose to impale herself on the mighty member.

And as the head of the engorged equine cock popped into her unprepared snatch, she collapsed onto him, slowly sinking deeper and deeper, as the gargantuan girth was working its way in, her stomach began bulging outwards, as she was lulling about, babbling absentmindedly between moans.

All the while, the once near emotionless being, that was Donovon, was enraptured in bliss, as one of the only baser instincts that were preserved within his mind kicked in, as Donovon grabbed the woman by her waist, while countless other formless hands were coming from nothingness to ply and knead at her form, he looked into her eyes, before, with one final push, he hilted the full fifteen inches into her, drawing even further babbles and moans, as she began thrashing about, wave after wave of gushing squirts flowing forth from the efforts.

As Mari was spazzing about in spouts of pleasure, Donovon reached a state of being beyond any he’d witnessed before, a climax with cosmic repercussions.

As, with one final shift, after raising herself from the full length, leaving only the tip within, Marianne Elrenae speared herself down onto his monstrous girth, as Donovon released burst after burst of celestial spunk, as the stomach of Miss Elrenae began expanding, absurdly so, as an instantaneous alteration to her biology was made by him, an **** shift made for her wellbeing, as the expanding continued, with each and every burst.

All the while, Donovon was gone. His body was still in the midst of his post-coital activities, his mind was elsewhere.

…

A hundred thousand miles from the fornicating forms of himself and Miss Elrenae, a cosmic shadow covered an entire galaxy.

But upon closer examination, he found that it was HIM, as he slightly shifted his cosmic form, bringing back the light of an entire galaxy, which had been entirely dimmed with the mere presence of his mind.

This brought a gleeful smile to his face, but it was just the facsimile of glee, as even his youthful, excited mind was curbed by the cosmic sight within his gaze.

Slowly… Donovon reached his hand out towards an uninhabited planet, a hulking orb of pure ice, orbiting a dying star, and as his infinitely expanding mind processed his thoughts, the orb disappeared.

No big blast, nor a cosmic bang. Just a shimmer, and then… The hundreds of quintillions of tons of mass were gone in an instant, no greater shift, or alteration, just…

Gone.

But then, with Donovon’s grasp, an icy blue marble, rolling about his palm with ease, a telekinetic **** keeping it stable, as the hundreds of quintillions of tons were merely a toy for his amusement, and while it wasn’t very amusing, he saw the quality of this peculiar oddity, as the infinitely weighted marble began orbiting Donovon Osterman.

This. This brought a grin to his face, and this wasn’t a facsimile of one, either.

A true grin of cosmic fulfillment, as some level of celestial pride was set within his infinitely expansive mind, and unbeknownst to him, even THIS, and this alone brought a grand, new level to the amount of power within his grasp.

With all this in mind, he returned to Earth.

…

After leaving his clones to handle their business, making another to walk the world, appearing within the room Nite Owl and his group of groupies were within, Donovon held his hand towards the face of Daniel Dreiberg, and wiped the memory of Donovon from his mind.

He then left the building, appearing in Metropolis, and walking through the streets.

As his unclothed form was shocking many, he drew many familiar gazes as well, but as he was walking, Donovon heard bullets, and then saw a bank being robbed, from a mile away.

“What great acts shall the mighty…” He stopped, as he still hadn’t chosen a hero name, instead choosing to just appear within the bank.

And with his entrance, an immediate reaction was to shoot him, but the bullet merely dissipated as it reached him, falling away into nothingness.

Then… Everything stopped.

Once again, time had ceased its motion for Donovon’s leisure, as he took a step, grabbing the face of the man who shot at him, and he sent him away.

A cosmic swat for an insignificant being such as him, as he was sent flying through the threads of reality, slowly breaking away.

…

“I’m… I’m Dillon Bellis… I… I gotta keep… Keep going…” The very same bank robber was stumbling through a barren wasteland of ice and frost, somehow breathable, he’d been walking through the wastes for nearly a day, and upon looking at his hands, the gloves from the heist nearly frozen solid, he pulled one from his hand, revealing the immobile, frostbitten hand within, as he stopped, falling backwards, looking up towards the sky.

And as his body was being slowly covered in frost, he saw a figure in the sky.

And it’s grin, an inhuman one. The same figure who’d stopped a bullet was looking at him, directly in his eyes.

“What… What the fu… Please… Don’t leave me here.” As Dillon was slowly being frozen over, he was awake for another twenty minutes, before drifting off into an eternal dream of nothing.