The reality-bending power filling Noah's body was generous enough to subtly lend itself out to Charlene as he brought his grapefruit-sized glans up against her womanhood. Like by some sort of magic, Charlene automatically opened wide up to him, wider than ever before in her life, or the life of most women, and somehow a process that should have been several times more traumatic than childbirth itself proceeded smoothly, albeit with great friction and struggling. Noah grabbed her legs and shoved in hard, inch by laborious inch, until to their mutual amazement his meter-long man-meat appeared to be almost entirely inside her. Charlene freaked as she felt her inner body effectively transforming into one gigantic vaginal passage, her internal organs gently shifting away from it, and one fantastically sensitive one at that, one that seemed to be blossoming clitorises and grafenberg spots all around and up and down it. So much pressure on so many pleasure triggers plowed her into a state of huge and rapid sequential orgasms, and the orgasms got even more powerful as Noah finally began the eons-old in-out. Charlene got pumped, more pumped than any woman before in Earth's history, and the increasingly intense orgasms piled atop each other until she shrieked her way into peaceful unconsciousness.
Natalie, who had been something of a babbler before, now looked on silently in reverent awe. She was beyond talk. All she could do and gaze and lust. That was it. That was all.
Yet Noah felt unsatisfied. He had somehow not reached ejaculation and he needed it. Bad. Real bad. With brutish simplicity of purpose, he turned and effortlessly demolished the entire door-frame on his way out, in need of fresh pussy.