Eirene

She can't withstand this kind of treatment, not from Clark. With each swipe of his tongue, the supernova builds inside of her, sending tiny bursts of flame to the far reaches of her limbs and nervous system, until Eirene's all but begging him; with tongue against his, hands sliding up and down his arms, her hip thrusts growing stronger by the second...

... and her solid bed creaks.