You 'Get it on'

The man, having watched you burst and grow out into a perfect amazonian sex warrior, is heaving at the chest and visibly blushing. Suddenly, almost inadvertantly, he falls to his knees and drops his weapons. He starts masturbating, the unfathomably durable armor covering his penis crumpling up like tin foil at his godly hands.

You on the other hand are met with palpatations at the sight of such an exponentially stacked powerhouse going wild simply at the sight of you. Deeming fighting to be pointless, you disarm yourself as well and leap out to lend a hand.

This is where your divinity starts to really shine through. Touching just his foreskin feels like a triplicate orgasm to you, and sliding your fingers down his mirror-sheen tip you momentarily mistake as being on your tenth hour of a vigorous orgy.

His reaction upon ripping off your bikini and fondling your nether regions would suggest similar sensations. All you know is that he has enough dexterity to massage each of your cocks spearately with different fingers, and that every stroke from him feels like everlasting bliss being inserted through all available orifices.

At some point you have the mind to try out the rides. The battle area is fitted with various pulsating and vibrating rigs that would gouge out the internal organs of any mortal who dare to mount them. To you, they're just a canvas to spread your ever-shifting and turning bodies on. The two of you use your powers to rend your bodies into fine, stretchy mix of heavenly bliss, as you and your bodily fluids gradually gain closer semblance to one another.

After what feels like days but couldn't be more than twenty minutes, you decide to just give up your previous lives and dedicate your existence to lovemaking. To continue your old lives, you create asexual clones of yourselves to carry on your earthly duties.

These clones, despite their asexuality, decide to also engage in the horizontal hoedown. To fulfill their original purpose, they in turn create clones of themselves, with carefully altered brains that forego any possible affinity towards sex.

These secondary clones, twice removed from your power and appetite for carnal pleasure, soon independently evolve themselves the hormones required for pleasure, and go right back to fucking. These secondary clones create tertiary clones without any genitalia, will for sex or godly powers at all, and cast them out of the subdimensional space that was formerly Harry's apartment.

3rd clone Sophie: "Tough."

3rd clone Harry: "I'm still kinda rearing to go."

3rd clone Sophie: "I've got a PornHub Premium subscription, if you wanna try and wring out cum from that featureless knob."

You point towards Harry's crotch, now smooth as a bowling ball. You are similarly sans sex organs, nipples included.

3rd clone Harry: "Yeah I'll bite."

ENDING 36 -Cast Out of Heaven-