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The second wave broke like a dying storm.
Shadowfall's evolved horrors—knights, vampires, golems—fell one by one under the combined assault of heroes worldwide. In our city, Elena and I were the spearhead: her blazing purple nova shredding the largest clusters, my violet blasts syncing to amplify the destruction. We fought without restraint—flight carrying us through hordes, strength crumpling armor, speed turning us into blurs of light.
The final portal—a massive rift over downtown—wavered as we overloaded it together. Our energies merged in a spectacular explosion of violet lightning, sealing it with a boom that shattered remaining windows for miles.
Silence fell.
The unnatural darkness lifted. Dawn broke—real, golden light washing over the battered skyline.
Monsters defeated. Wave ended.
We hovered above the city—suits scorched and torn, bodies glowing with residual power, breathing hard.
Elena turned to me, mask off, hair wild in the wind. Her eyes burned—not with battle rage, but with raw, unrestrained need.
"Now," she said simply.
I knew exactly what she meant.
We shot upward—rocketing past clouds, past jets, into the upper atmosphere where the sky turned black and stars ignited.
No words needed.
Suits disintegrated mid-flight—nanites dispersing into violet mist, leaving us naked, skin against skin.
I pulled her close—legs wrapped around my waist, arms around my neck. My cock—hard from adrenaline and her—slid into her in one smooth motion.
We were finally unrestricted.
I thrust—deep, powerful, using every ounce of super strength.
The sound was thunder.
A literal sonic boom cracked the air, shockwave rippling outward like a detonation. We launched sideways—two hundred meters in an instant—laughing wildly as the force propelled us across the sky.
"Holy fuck!" I roared, thrusting again.
Boom—another 200 meters. The planet curved below us, a blue marble in the void.
Elena moaned—loud, uninhibited. The sound vibrated through space itself, purple lightning forking from her body with each cry, illuminating us in electric bursts.
"Yes! Harder, Alex! Give me everything!"
I did.
Thrusts turned relentless—hips slamming with superhuman force. Each impact thundered, shockwaves pushing us faster, farther. We tumbled through the stratosphere—spinning, fucking, laughing like gods.
Her pussy gripped me—super muscles clenching in waves, milking with impossible strength. Hot, slick, perfect.
"You feel that?" I growled, pounding deeper. "No limits. Just us."
She arched, breasts pressed to my chest, nipples hard against my skin. "All of it... fuck me like the world's ending!"
Lightning roared—cracking from her aura, forking wildly as intensity built. Thunder rolled endlessly—our bodies the storm.
She pushed off suddenly—flipping us in zero gravity. Now on top—straddling, hands on my chest, hips rising high before slamming down.
Each bounce was devastating.
Her full weight—enhanced by unrestrained power—crashed onto me like a car at full speed. Pleasure exploded through my core, bones vibrating with the force.
Slap—thunderclap as her ass met my thighs.
Slap—boom, propelling us sideways across the sky.
"Take it," she gasped, bouncing harder—breasts heaving, hair streaming. "Feel how strong I am... all for you."
I gripped her hips—guiding, but barely needed. She rode with abandon—super speed blurring her movements, pussy clenching rhythmically.
"Fuck, Elena... you're destroying me. So powerful... so tight..."
She laughed—wild, free—leaning down to bite my lip. "And you love it. My Loverman... taking everything I give."
The sky blurred—our velocity turning stars into streaks. Lightning forked endlessly—her moans triggering storms below, distant clouds flashing in response.
Each downward slam felt like impact—pleasure-pain exquisite, cock buried to the hilt.
"I'm close," she warned, eyes glowing brilliant purple.
"Together," I growled.
One final, cataclysmic bounce—she rose high, then slammed down with all her power.
We climaxed—simultaneous, apocalyptic.
Her orgasm triggered a nova—purple energy exploding in a sphere, lightning forking in every direction, thunder deafening.
Mine amplified—violet surge merging, creating a combined storm that lit the upper atmosphere.
The release propelled us downward—like a meteor streaking fire.
We burned through clouds, bodies locked, ecstasy endless.
Impact.
We hit the desert—remote Nevada badlands—crashing with force that carved a massive crater. Sand glassed from heat, walls steep and smoking.
We lay at the bottom—naked, exhausted, glowing faintly.
Stars wheeled overhead. The crater steamed.
Elena rolled onto me, head on my chest, legs tangled.
"That," she whispered, voice hoarse, "was everything."
I stroked her hair, laughing softly. "Unrestricted. Finally."
We stayed hours—bodies healing, powers recharging under open sky. Slow kisses followed—tender now, passionate without destruction. Hands exploring lazily, tracing curves and muscles earned in battle.
No rush. Just us.
Eventually, we flew home—sated, bonded deeper than ever.
The weeks that followed were quiet—ominously so.
Shadowfall rebuilt in silence. No major waves. Just minor skirmishes: isolated portals spitting lesser beasts, rogue knights terrorizing remote areas.
We handled them effortlessly.
One in the Appalachians—misty mountains, us blasting shadow wolves. Quick fight, ended with slow sex on a cliffside, overlooking fog-shrouded valleys.
Another off the California coast—closing a sea rift, fighting aquatic horrors. We fucked underwater afterward—powers sustaining us, bodies weightless in currents.
Minor threats. Breathing room to train, to love.
My powers grew—nearing hers. Flight smoother. Blasts rivaling her novas.
But at home, normal life intruded.
My parents' suspicion deepened.
I'd been careful—slipping out at night, returning before dawn. But the desert crater made national news ("meteor impact or military test?"). Purple lights seen in skies. My absences too frequent.
One Sunday dinner, they ambushed me.
Mom set down plates—roast chicken, my favorite—eyes worried. "Alex... we need to talk."
Dad muted the TV—news replaying hero footage, Thick Chick and Loverman silhouettes.
"You've been gone a lot," Dad said bluntly. "Late nights. That 'earthquake' last month—your room shook. And Elena next door... same pattern."
Mom touched my hand. "We're not stupid. The lights. The booms. You're... involved, aren't you? With whatever's happening?"
Guilt hit hard. They looked scared—for me.
I forced calm. "Guys... I'm fine. Just... seeing someone. Adult stuff. Job interviews running late."
Dad's eyes narrowed. "Bull. We saw the news. Purple energy. Two figures. One's a woman—curvy, like Elena. The other... your build."
Mom's voice cracked. "If you're in danger... tell us. We can help. Or get help."
I stood, hugging her tight. "I promise—I'm safe. Nothing's wrong. Trust me."
They didn't believe me. I saw it in their eyes.
Dad sighed. "We love you, son. Just... be careful."
I nodded, throat tight.
Couldn't tell them. Not yet. The risk—Shadowfall knowing identities—too great.
Elena comforted me later—in her bed, bodies entwined.
"They'll understand one day," she whispered.
I held her closer.
Shadowfall rebuilt.
We trained harder.
The storm brewed.
But we were stronger.
Unrestricted.
Ready.