She took my hands in hers again, squeezed them, andsaid, "Make me cum. Again. Do it. Not by actually fucking me. No.Make me cum with your soul."I ...as about to ask how I was supposed to do that, when, as if a lightbulb had suddenly been switched on, I just knew how. It was like, ok,yeah, well of course, here's how you do it.We locked eyes, and I started thinking about my face being down betweenher legs, and gently planting soft kisses on the insides of her knees,eliciting a real. ThenBurt rocked forward, falling against the workbench hard, head and arms,pressing down to hold him up.He couldn't hold his thoughts. Couldn't see. Couldn't feel anything.His stomach was an acute hole of pain and pleasure. The rest of his bodywas something thick and heavy that seemed disconnected from that place.He knew nothing for a second, completely unaware of anything, then heflew back upright, gaping at himself in the mirror.The spirit form was still visible, but it was shifting. It was. “Henry told me he made those changes.”“Ah, Okay,” I said and glanced at the others. “Did he tell you that he set you up for anal?”That made her blink in confusion. “What?”I nodded. “He cast spells on you that would allow you to enjoy anal, and to be clean for it.”She frowned while studying my face. “Is that something you hoped for?”I shook my head. “No.”For a few quiet seconds, we sat there and stared at one another. She no longer seemed stressed due to her need for Henry, nor crazed for sex,. The impact alone was so severe, Oliver was sent reeling back across the hall, crashing through one of the displays and landing spread eagled against the wall where Dinah ran over to him to check if he were still breathing. Storming towards the couple, Ocypete unsheathed her sword to strike again when she felt a hand grab her wrist and prevented her from moving another inch. Snapping her head back to look over her shoulder, she found Superman holding said wrist with such inhuman strength it was.