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The asteroid crisis had changed everything. One moment the world was on the brink of annihilation, the next we were back on top—medals pinned, crowds cheering, trust slowly rebuilding. Elena and I spent the next couple of days in a blissful, insatiable haze. We didn't stop having sex—couldn't, really. The craving was primal, our bodies and powers still humming from the high of saving Earth. Mornings started with her waking me by straddling my hips, sinking down onto my cock with a slow, teasing roll. "Good morning, hero," she'd whisper, her full breasts brushing my chest, nipples hard against my skin. I'd groan, hands gripping her thick thighs as she rode me—super muscles clenching around me in waves that sent pleasure ripping through like thunder from our space escapades. "Fuck, Elena... you're so wet already... missed waking up inside you." She'd laugh breathlessly, bouncing harder, her curves jiggling with each slam—ass meeting my thighs in slaps that echoed like distant booms. "I need you... all day... cum in me, Alex... fill my pussy like you own it." Orgasms hit fast—her purple aura flaring as she came, milking me until I exploded deep inside, violet sparks dancing between us.
We barely paused for breakfast. While cooking eggs, she'd bend over the counter—catsuit unzipped to her waist, exposing those legendary breasts—and I'd take her from behind, thrusting slow and deep. "Can't wait... need you now," I'd growl, hands squeezing her ass, spanking lightly as she moaned. "Yes... fuck me in the kitchen... make me your slut." The stove rattled with our rhythm, her pussy gripping like velvet steel—super tight, super wet. "Deeper... harder... I love how you stretch me... cum on my ass this time." I'd pull out at the last second, spilling over her curves as she shuddered through her own climax.
Between missions, we'd sneak quickies in hidden rooftops or alleyways—her riding me against a wall, whispering dirty promises: "Your cock feels so good... fuck me like the world depends on it." Or me eating her out on a park bench after dark, her thighs clamping around my head as she came, sparks flying. "Alex... yes... don't stop... I love you so much." The sex was relentless—passionate, romantic, filthy. We'd fuck on asteroids again—small ones that posed minor threats—crushing them to pieces mid-climax, her bouncing with force that shattered rock, my thrusts launching us across the void. "Destroy it with me... cum in me while the world watches!" she'd moan, nova exploding as the asteroid disintegrated.
People cheered when they saw us now—no more boos, only gratitude. Crowds formed for autographs, phones out for selfies. "Thick Chick! Loverman! You saved us!" kids shouted, eyes wide with awe. The most significant moments came from the children. During a daytime patrol—I stopped a gang trying to intimidate a playground—little ones ran up, hugging my legs. "You're our hero!" one boy said. Elena, on night shift, saved a group of kids from a house fire—her purple aura shielding them. "You're my favorite superhero!" a girl cried, hugging her. Those moments hit us hardest—reminding us why we fought.
But the real milestone came when I decided it was time for my parents to officially meet Elena. They were in their early 40s—Mom 43, Dad 45—while Elena was 35 and I 22. The age gap had always been a quiet concern for them, especially since they only knew her as the mysterious neighbor. I'd kept the superhero truth hidden, but the relationship? They knew we were together, and their disapproval had simmered.
I invited them over for dinner at our house—Elena's place, now ours. She cooked—Italian, her specialty—wearing a simple black dress that hugged her curves without being overt. I helped set the table, nerves buzzing.
They arrived at 7 p.m., Mom hugging me tight, Dad shaking my hand with a cautious smile. "Alex... it's good to see you. And this is Elena?"
Elena stepped forward—warm, confident. "Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, it's wonderful to finally meet you properly. Please, call me Elena."
Mom's eyes flicked over her—taking in the elegance, the beauty. "Elena... you're even prettier in person. Alex talks about you constantly."
We sat—wine poured, pasta served. The conversation started light: weather, the neighborhood, how the world was recovering after the asteroid scare.
Dad cleared his throat. "So... you two. How long has this been going on?"
Elena smiled gently. "A while now. Alex is... special. He makes me feel safe, loved. I know the age difference is unusual, but it works for us. He's mature beyond his years."
Mom nodded slowly. "We were worried at first. You're older, more experienced. We didn't want him getting hurt."
Elena met her gaze. "I understand. I worried about the same—him being young, the world being hard. But he's strong, kind, brave. He balances me. And I love him. Deeply."
Dad leaned forward. "What do you do, Elena? Professionally?"
She laughed softly. "Graphic design—freelance. Keeps me flexible. I travel sometimes, but I'm home more now... because of Alex."
Mom's eyes softened. "You seem good for him. He smiles more. And after everything—the news, the heroes... we're just glad he's happy."
The evening warmed—laughter over wine, stories shared. Mom asked about Elena's hobbies ("Gardening!"), Dad about her favorite movies ("Anything with a good twist"). By dessert, they were chatting like old friends.
As they left, Mom hugged Elena. "You're welcome anytime. Take care of our boy."
Dad shook her hand. "He's lucky. We see that now."
Elena and I stood on the porch as they walked away. She leaned into me. "They like me."
"They love you," I corrected, kissing her. "Like I do."
The night ended in bed—slow, passionate sex, her riding me gently, whispering, "Thank you for today... for us." Orgasms soft—sparks dancing, bodies entwined.
Everything felt perfect.
Until the new threat loomed on the horizon