Aggress you

The man before you speaks, his voice distant, yet booming and frightening.

Man: "Sophie."

Sophie: "(Ah shit he knows my name?)"

Man: "You've intruded my home and defiled me. I know not whence your strange powers came, but in empowering me, they'll also be your doom."

You back away for a bit, pointing an accusatory finger towards your enemy.

Sophie: "Now hang on a moment! Who made you the police of everything? Admittedly I've done horrible stuff to you, but that don't mean you've got any right to fucking slay me where I stand."

Man: "In any case, that's precisely what I will do."

Sophie: "Well I'm not going down without a fight. So what you're a demigod - so am I!"

The man raises his hands, summoning hot white balls of semen to encase his naked skin. These instantly harden into an ornate and intricate white armor. Similarly he produces a comically large white broadsword and a shield. Only the very tip of his dripping, elephantine dick is left uncovered. Possible weak point?

While this is impressive, you've got powers as well, and frankly growing penises and rewriting people's brains was you holding back.

Sophie: "Piling on the trinkets, are we? Two can play at that game..."

By sheer will you shoot several massive loads into your own mouth. The delectable salty taste hasn't waned by a papillae's width, and already you feel awesome power about to burst free. For good measure, you scoop out a dab or two of your love juices and lick your fingers clean of it.

Like hitting a gong, your eyes go wide and your muscles contract upon the faintest taste. As your futa dicks empty themselves in the throes of gigantic, continuious orgasms, the rest of your body shifts and grows out. Soon, you're a seven-foot tall lustruous, voluptuous angel with "only" four baseball-bat-sized penises lined up firm and rigid in your crotch.

That was only the first load. Next you use the onpour of sperm to fashion a spiny warhammer, an incredibly phallic machine gun and an enchaned bikini which protects you better than a full plate armor.

For good measure, you create a wildly spinning aura of hardened semen which should deflect just about any attack. Lastly, you tweak the topology of the apartment to serve as a gigantic battle area, brimming with spectacularly over-the-top obstacles of both phallic and yonic appearance.

With a salacious smile, you taunt the man before you:

Sophie: "Let's get it on."