The Extinction ship hung over the Atlantic like a black blade, its shadow stretching across the ocean. Inside, the remaining members—seven cities still occupied, seven pairs of violet- and purple-powered conquerors—waited. They had demanded our surrender to "save" the planet, but Elena and I weren't the type to kneel. We'd already taken down Tokyo's pair in a surprise teleport ambush. Now it was time to finish the rest.
We flew together—violet and purple streaks cutting the sky—our auras syncing in perfect harmony. The world watched via news drones and satellite feeds, the public holding its breath. "Thick Chick and Loverman are back," anchors said. "And they're not alone."
Tokyo — Tokyo Tower under siege
We arrived first in Tokyo. Two Extinction members stood atop the red-and-white lattice of Tokyo Tower—one man, one woman—their auras glowing as they directed shadow creatures to corral civilians below. The city lights flickered under their control, streets empty except for panicked stragglers. Elena nodded to me. "Teleport drop. Same as before."
She focused—golden highlights in her hair flaring as she tapped the sun-born ability. Space folded. Reality bent. One instant we were over the Pacific; the next, we materialized directly behind them—silent, lethal.
Elena struck the woman—golden fist connecting with her jaw in a crack that echoed across the city. The Extinction woman staggered, purple aura flickering, her body slamming into the observation deck railing. Glass shattered; tourists screamed from below. I hit the man—violet punch to his ribs, strength crumpling his armor. He swung—dark energy lash whipping through the air—but I dodged, countering with a blast that hurled him off the tower. He teleported mid-fall, reappearing behind me, blade of shadow aimed at my back.
Elena blurred—super speed intercepting him, her kick sending him crashing into the antenna spire. Metal groaned. The woman recovered—opening a rift beneath Elena, trying to swallow her whole. Elena countered—golden nova exploding outward, sealing the rift in a burst of light. She flew upward—rain of golden punches forcing the woman to weave through the tower struts, her exaggerated curves jiggling with each desperate dodge. "You're nothing compared to me," Elena snarled.
I grappled the man again—strength meeting strength, violet fists trading blows that cracked the tower's frame. He opened a rift under my feet; I blasted upward—violet energy propelling me—then slammed down with a double-fisted strike that cratered the observation deck. He collapsed—cuffs snapped on by specialist units rappelling up from below.
Tokyo freed. Crowds below erupted: "Thick Chick! Loverman! You did it!"
London — Big Ben tilting
London next. Two members stood on the Elizabeth Tower—Big Ben's clock face dark, hands frozen. Shadow creatures patrolled Westminster Bridge, herding people into containment zones. Elena teleported us into the clock tower's shadow. "Now."
She blurred—golden streak taking the woman first, punch shattering her aura shield. The woman crashed through the clock face—glass exploding outward in a rain of shards. I hit the man—violet blast knocking him into the bell. The massive bell tolled once—deep, resonant—as he staggered. He countered—rift blade slashing at me. I dodged—speed blurring—then tackled him through the tower wall. Stone crumbled; we tumbled onto the roof.
Elena and the woman traded blows—auras clashing in purple-gold fireworks. The woman opened a rift beneath Elena—trying to swallow her. Elena sealed it with a golden nova, then flew upward—rain of punches forcing the woman to retreat across the rooftop. "You're finished," Elena growled.
I grappled the man—strength pinning him against the clock hands. He tried a final rift—dark energy lashing—but our combined helix overwhelmed him. Cuffs snapped on. London's lights flickered back on—crowds erupting in cheers: "They saved us again!"
New York — Times Square occupied
New York was next. Two members stood in the center of Times Square—billboards dark, crowds cowering as shadow creatures patrolled. Elena dropped us behind a digital screen. "Now."
She blurred—golden streak taking the woman first, punch shattering her aura shield. The woman crashed through a billboard—glass and LED fragments raining down. I hit the man—violet blast knocking him into a news ticker. He fought back—rifts opening, blasts flying—but we were faster. Elena's nova sealed their portals; my strength grappled the man to the ground. Cuffs snapped on. Times Square's lights flickered back on—crowds erupting in cheers: "They did it again!"
Madrid — Puerta del Sol
Madrid's pair stood in the central square—fountains frozen, people fleeing. Elena teleported us into the shadows of the clock tower. Surprise attack—golden speed disarming the woman, violet strength slamming the man into a statue. They countered—dark energy lashing—but our combined helix overwhelmed them. Defeated. Arrested. Madrid liberated.
Johannesburg — Constitution Hill
Johannesburg's split was smaller but vicious—Extinction pair holding the historic prison site. We arrived—Elena's teleport dropping us behind the wall. Golden fists shattered the woman's defense; my violet blast stunned the man. They fought—rifts opening, shadows coiling—but we were relentless. Final nova—violet-purple storm binding them. Specialist unit took over. Cheers rose from the streets below.
Hong Kong — Victoria Harbour
Last one. Hong Kong's pair stood on the waterfront—skyscrapers dark, harbour frozen. Elena teleported us onto a rooftop overlooking the scene. "Together," she said.
We struck—her golden speed circling the woman, my violet strength tackling the man. They countered—rifts swallowing light, blasts tearing air—but our sync was flawless. Elena's nova sealed their portals; my punches shattered their shields. Final combined blast—violet-purple helix slamming them down. They collapsed—cuffed, contained.
All seven cities freed. Extinction's hold broken.
The public erupted—streets filled with cheers, fireworks, chants of "Thick Chick! Loverman!" News helicopters captured us hovering above Hong Kong, hands clasped, auras glowing. "They've done it again," anchors said. "Earth's heroes."
We flew home—exhausted, triumphant. The wedding was only a few months away—the world planned celebrations, holidays in our honor.
We went home—passion ignited.
We barely made it through the door—kissing hungrily, suits ripping off. I lifted her—legs wrapping me—thrusting against the wall. "God, Elena... we did it... you're mine."
She moaned—pussy wet, clenching. "Yes... fuck me... hard... celebrate with me." I ripped her suit open—breasts spilling free—mouth on one nipple, hand pinching the other. "Suck them... bite me... I need you."
We moved to bed—her riding, hips slamming down, "Deeper... make me cum... I want your baby someday... fuck me like you mean it." Orgasms crashed—sparks flying, bodies shuddering.
We'd won. We were together.
And the future was ours.