The invasion began at 3:17 a.m. GMT.
Shadowfall didn't bother with subtlety.
Across the planet, darkness fell—literal, unnatural darkness. Streetlights flickered out. Power grids collapsed in cascading failures. Satellites went blind. Phones died mid-call. The world plunged into a blackout that no emergency generator could pierce.
Then the portals opened.
Hundreds of them. Rifts in reality, edges crackling with void-black energy. From New York to Tokyo, London to São Paulo, shadow beasts poured through—hulking things of teeth and claws, winged horrors that drank light, serpents made of pure night.
Shadowfall's voice echoed through every speaker, every dead screen that somehow flickered back to life:
"Surrender the artifact bearer, and the darkness recedes. Resist, and your world ends tonight."
In Willow Creek, Elena and I were already moving.
The spark inside me had ignited two nights earlier—during a marathon session where she rode me for hours, power pouring between us like a circuit finally closing. I woke up glowing. Strength surged through my muscles. I punched a hole through the basement wall by accident. Flight came next—shaky at first, then steady. Speed and durability followed.
Not as strong as her. Not yet.
But enough.
We suited up in seconds.
Thick Chick—full battle mode, catsuit gleaming with reinforced purple plating, mask locked.
Loverman—my suit upgraded with the same plating, violet circuitry pulsing brighter now that real power flowed through me.
We launched from the garden rooftop—her steady and graceful, me a little wobbly but catching air fast.
The sky was wrong.
A dome of writhing shadow covered the city twenty miles away, portals swirling like black hurricanes.
"First wave," Elena said through comms, voice calm but tight. "He's testing defenses. We hit the biggest cluster—downtown. Buy time for other heroes to mobilize."
"Copy that."
We flew side by side—her leading, me matching speed as best I could.
The city below was chaos.
Cars abandoned in gridlock. People running in blind panic. Shadow beasts stalking streets, dragging victims into rifts.
We dove.
Elena hit first—purple comet streaking into the largest portal at the central plaza. She slammed into a twenty-foot shadow brute, fists glowing, shattering it into mist.
I followed—less graceful, more momentum—crashing into a pack of smaller creatures. My punch connected with real power now; the first beast exploded on impact.
It felt incredible.
We fought back-to-back in the plaza.
She was a blur—speed and strength carving through hordes, flight letting her rain destruction from above.
I held the ground—super strength lifting cars to use as weapons, speed letting me intercept lunges that would've killed normals. My aura flickered violet, weaker than hers but growing with every hit.
A winged horror dove at her blind spot.
I leaped—actually leaped thirty feet—and tackled it mid-air. We tumbled, claws raking my suit. Pain flared, but the reinforced plating held. I drove a glowing fist through its chest. It dissolved.
Elena glanced back, eyes wide behind the mask.
"Holy shit, Alex."
"Language, babe. Kids might be watching."
She laughed—sharp, relieved—and redoubled her assault.
We closed three portals in the first twenty minutes—her overloading them with energy surges, me guarding her six while she worked.
But the wave kept coming.
Shadowfall's voice returned, mocking.
"Impressive. But this is only the vanguard."
The sky tore wider.
Bigger things emerged.
A colossal shadow serpent—hundred feet long, body thick as a subway train—slithered through the main rift, jaws unhinging to swallow entire blocks.
Civilians screamed.
Elena looked at me.
"Together?"
"Together."
We flew straight at it.
She took the head—I flanked the body.
She hit like a missile, fists hammering the jaws, trying to force them shut.
I punched along the length—each impact sending ripples through its form, disrupting cohesion.
It thrashed, tail whipping buildings like toys.
One strike caught me mid-air.
I flew a hundred yards, crashing through a billboard.
Pain exploded—ribs cracking again.
But I got up.
Flew back faster.
Stronger.
The power inside me surged—feeding on adrenaline, on protecting her.
My aura flared brighter.
Elena saw it.
"Now, Alex! Overload it!"
I grabbed the serpent's tail—strength amplified—and spun.
Like a hammer throw.
The beast whipped through the air, Elena still pounding its head.
Together we hurled it skyward—straight into the main portal.
She unleashed a full nova burst—purple energy detonating inside the rift.
I added mine—smaller, but focused.
The portal imploded.
Shockwave shattered windows for miles.
When the dust settled, the sky lightened.
Not dawn—emergency lights flickering back on. Generators rebooting. The unnatural darkness receding.
We hovered above the plaza—exhausted, suits torn, but victorious.
Portals closed worldwide within minutes—Shadowfall pulling back the remnants.
His voice echoed one last time, colder now.
"Enjoy your reprieve. The next wave will not be so gentle."
Then silence.
We landed on a rooftop as dawn finally broke—real dawn, pink and gold over the damaged city.
Elena pulled off her mask, hair wild, face streaked with grime and sweat.
She stared at me.
"You flew. You punched a building-sized monster. You overloaded a portal."
I removed my mask, grinning through the pain.
"Told you the experiments would pay off."
She tackled me—not gently—kissing me hard amid the rubble.
Below, first responders emerged. People cheered from windows.
Thick Chick and Loverman—visible together for the first time.
The world now knew we were a team.
Back home hours later—after debriefs with emergency services (anonymous, of course)—we collapsed in her bed.
Suits discarded in a trail from door to mattress.
We didn't speak at first.
Just touched—checking injuries, tracing bruises that were already healing faster than human normal.
Then need took over.
She pushed me down, straddling slow.
"You were incredible," she whispered, sinking onto me inch by inch.
Her pussy gripped with familiar superhuman strength—tighter tonight, charged with leftover battle energy.
I groaned, hands on her hips.
"So were you."
We moved together—slow at first, savoring.
Her breasts bounced with each roll of her hips. Purple sparks danced between us—brighter, syncing perfectly now.
I flipped us, thrusting deep.
She wrapped legs around my waist, heels digging in.
"Harder," she demanded. "Like you fought."
I gave it to her—powered thrusts that shook the bedframe.
She came first—back arching, walls clenching so hard I saw stars, aura exploding in violet waves.
I followed—pumping deep, filling her as my own aura flared in response.
We didn't stop.
Round two in the shower—her against the tiles, me taking her from behind, water cascading over us.
Round three on the bedroom floor—her riding reverse, ass grinding, my hands gripping those legendary hips.
Each orgasm fed the power—mine growing steadier, stronger.
By the time we finally collapsed—tangled, spent, glowing faintly together—the sun was high.
She traced the Loverman emblem on my chest.
"First wave stopped," she murmured. "But he'll come again. Harder."
I kissed her slow.
"Let him."
We slept—bodies entwined, powers humming in sync.
Outside, the world rebuilt.
News cycles exploded with footage: Thick Chick and Loverman, side by side, turning the tide.
Shadowfall watched from his Prague lair, silver eyes narrowed.
The hologram of Earth now showed fewer red markers—but more were coming.
He turned to his crew.
"Prepare phase two. They're stronger than anticipated."
Ember smirked. "Especially the boy."
Shadowfall's scar twitched.
"Then we break them together."
The war had truly begun.
And we were ready.
For now.