The final days before the wedding felt like the calm before a storm — but a beautiful one. The world was buzzing louder than ever. Social media was flooded with #ThickChickWedding and #LovermanAndThickChick hashtags. Fan accounts posted countdowns, edited montages of our battles set to romantic music, and fan-made invitations. Talk shows debated the guest list (would the President attend?), and kids in schools drew pictures of us kissing in space. Even the news anchors smiled when they said our names — no more suspicion, no more fear. We were Earth's power couple, and the public was genuinely excited for our big day.
Elena and I were riding that wave at home. The house felt alive again — wedding plans scattered across the kitchen table (guest list, venue on a private island, vows we were writing together), but mostly we were lost in each other. The closer we got to the wedding, the more we craved one another. We didn't stop having sex. It was like the anticipation was gasoline on an already raging fire.
One morning — three days before the ceremony — I woke to her lips trailing down my chest. She was already naked, straddling my thighs, her pussy brushing my hardening cock. "Good morning, husband-to-be," she purred, voice thick with sleep and desire. Her breasts swayed as she leaned down, nipples grazing my skin. "I want you inside me before breakfast."
I groaned — hands sliding up her thick thighs to grip her hips. "Fuck, Elena... you're insatiable." I thrust up — sliding into her in one smooth motion, her pussy gripping me like velvet steel. She moaned — loud, unrestrained — head falling back as she started to ride. "Yes... just like that... fill me... I love how you stretch me every morning."
I sat up — arms around her waist, mouth on her neck, sucking a mark that would fade in minutes thanks to her healing. "You're so wet... so ready... my future wife needs it bad, huh?" She bounced harder — ass slapping against my thighs, breasts bouncing in my face. I sucked a nipple — hard — tongue flicking. "God... these tits... I love sucking them while you ride me."
She gasped — nails digging into my shoulders. "Bite me... harder... I want to feel you everywhere." I did — teeth grazing, then biting gently — her moans turning to cries. "Yes... fuck... I'm gonna cum... don't stop... cum with me!" Her pussy clenched — super muscles milking me as she came, purple sparks exploding across her skin. I thrust up — deep, hard — spilling inside her with a groan. "Elena... fuck... take it all... I love you."
We collapsed — laughing, sweaty, kissing lazily. "We have to get up," she murmured. "Mum and Dad arrive today."
I kissed her neck. "Five more minutes."
She laughed — but didn't move.
Mum and Dad landed that afternoon — private flight, courtesy of the government thanking us for the asteroid save. Mum hugged me so tight I thought my ribs would crack. "My baby boy... getting married!" She turned to Elena — eyes shining — and pulled her into an even tighter hug. "Elena... thank you for loving him. And for saving the world. Again."
Elena hugged back — genuine, warm. "Thank you for raising him. He's... everything to me."
Dad shook my hand — then pulled me into a hug. "Proud of you, son. Both of you." He looked at Elena — softer now. "We were wrong about the age thing. We see it now. You're good for each other."
The evening was perfect — dinner in the garden, laughter, stories. Mum asked about the wedding dress ("It's a surprise — but it's got a lot of purple"), Dad joked about walking Elena down the aisle ("I'd be honored"). They left late — hugging us both, promising to be front row.
The next morning — two days before the wedding — Elena and I were alone again. The house was quiet, the world outside buzzing with excitement. We spent the day in bed — no missions, no plans. Just us.
She pushed me onto my back — straddling my face this time. "I want your mouth," she said, lowering herself slowly. Her pussy settled over my lips — hot, wet, dripping. I groaned — tongue flat, lapping at her folds, tasting her sweetness. "Yes... lick me... eat your fiancée's pussy... make me cum on your face." Juices flowed — coating my tongue, running down my chin. I sucked her clit — hard — tongue flicking fast. She ground down — thighs squeezing my head, moans loud and unrestrained. "Fuck... right there... I'm gonna cum... drink me... please!" She shattered — pussy pulsing, juices flooding my mouth as she screamed my name. I drank every drop — tongue swirling, savoring her.
She slid down — kissing me, tasting herself. "Your turn." She took me deep — super speed blurring her head, throat relaxing. "Cum for me... I want to swallow my future husband's load." I did — exploding down her throat, violet sparks flaring.
We fucked again — her riding reverse, ass bouncing, "Slap it... mark me... I love when you own me." I spanked — thunderclaps — thrusting up. "You're mine... forever... cum for me again." Orgasms crashed — auras syncing, room lighting up violet-purple.
Later — in the shower — she against the tiles, me from behind. "Fuck me... hard... I need you inside me." Thrusts deep — water cascading. "Yes... harder... cum inside... your wife needs it."
We collapsed — spent, laughing. "Two days," she whispered. "Two days and you're mine forever."
"Always have been," I said, kissing her.
The public excitement was electric. News vans camped outside — fans waving signs: "Marry her already!" Social media countdowns ticked down. Kids sent drawings of us kissing on the moon. We were untouchable — heroes, lovers, icons.
But late that night — as we lay in bed, bodies entwined — the ground noise. A low, deep groan from above the earth.
Elena sat up — eyes narrowing. "Something's... coming."
We flew outside — hovering in the air. A dark purple light descends from the sky smashing into the a near by city. Something significant had happening.