The bedroom was bathed in soft moonlight, the curtains half-open, letting silver light spill across Elena's naked body as she straddled me on the bed. We'd barely spoken since the jealousy storm in space — just raw, urgent need. She sank down onto my cock slowly, her pussy gripping me like velvet steel, super muscles clenching in waves that made my vision blur. "God, Alex... I've missed this," she moaned, her full breasts bouncing as she rolled her hips, nipples hard and dark against her bronze skin.
I groaned, hands sliding up her thick thighs to grip her ass, pulling her down harder. "Fuck, Elena... you're so tight... so perfect. I love you... my future wife." My thumbs brushed her clit, circling as she picked up pace, her ass slapping against my thighs in rhythmic thunder. The bedframe creaked under our superhuman rhythm, but we didn't care — our auras flickered violet and purple, sparks dancing across our skin like fireworks in the cosmos.
She leaned down, lips crashing into mine, tongue demanding. "I love you too... so much... fuck me harder, baby... make me cum all over your cock." Her hips rolled faster — super speed kicking in subtly, turning her movements into a blur of pleasure. I thrust up to meet her, each slam echoing like distant thunder from our space escapades, her pussy clenching in waves that sent shockwaves through me. "Yes... right there... you're my everything... my hero... fill me up!"
I flipped us suddenly — pinning her beneath me, legs over my shoulders for deeper access. "You're mine, Elena... all mine. Cum for me... let me feel you shatter." I pounded relentlessly — deep, powerful strokes that made her breasts jiggle, her moans escalating to cries that could rival the lightning from our unrestricted nights. "So wet... so hot... I love how you take me... every inch."
She arched, nails digging into my back — super strength leaving faint marks that healed instantly. "Alex! I'm cumming... yes... don't stop... fuck me through it!" Her orgasm hit like a nova — pussy fluttering, milking me as purple energy surged, her body convulsing beneath me. The intensity pushed me over — thrusting deep one last time, spilling inside her with a groan. "Fuck... Elena... take it all... I love you."
We collapsed — sweaty, breathless, laughing softly as sparks faded. She nuzzled my neck, voice soft. "I love you... more than anything."
We stayed like that for a while — bodies entwined, hearts syncing. But the plan couldn't wait. Riftmaster's silence was too loud.
We dressed — suits on, masks ready — and sat at the kitchen table, maps and energy readings spread out. Elena's eyes were sharp, focused. "We lure him to the moon," she said. "I send him a message — say I want to talk, one last time. Alone. He'll follow. He's obsessed with me, with what we had."
I nodded — still a little raw from the jealousy, but trusting her. "And then?"
"We attack together. Full force. No holding back. He's powerful, but we're synced — our combined nova should overwhelm him."
I reached across the table, taking her hand. "What if he tries to talk again? Manipulate you?"
Her grip tightened. "He won't get the chance. We end this tonight."
We flew to the moon — silent, focused. The lunar surface was desolate, gray dust under our boots. Elena sent the message — encrypted comm burst: "Jason... meet me on the moon. Alone. We need to talk. One last time."
He arrived minutes later — rift tearing open, black and silver suit gleaming under starlight. He landed softly, eyes on Elena, ignoring me. "Nee... you came."
She stepped forward — aura flaring purple. "It's over, Jason. Whatever this is — the rifts, the destruction — it ends now."
He laughed — soft, sad. "You still don't see it. I did all this for you. To show you I'm still here. That I can be more than the past."
I stepped up beside her — violet energy crackling. "She's with me now. Let it go."
His eyes darkened — turning to me. "You. The boy who took her from me."
The battle erupted.
Riftmaster struck first — dark energy lashing like whips, opening rifts that tried to swallow us. Elena dodged — super speed blurring her, purple blasts countering his attacks. I flew in — violet punches cracking his force field, strength grappling his arms.
He teleported — reappearing behind Elena, a rift blade grazing her side. She spun — nova burst shredding the rift. "You were my friend!" she shouted. "Stop this!"
He laughed — bitter. "Friend? Lover. And you chose him."
I tackled him mid-air — fists flying, aura clashing with his dark energy. "She's mine now!" I roared, slamming him into the lunar surface, cratering dust.
The fight was intense — both sides having success. Riftmaster almost split the moon in two with his attacks — massive rifts tearing the surface, chunks floating away. Elena and I countered — synced novas pushing him back, my strength pinning him while she blasted.
He teleported again — rift opening under me, sucking me in. I blasted out — speed blurring — tackling him again. "You're done!"
Elena flanked — super speed circling, punches raining. "Jason... stop. Please."
He hesitated — just a second. That was all we needed.
We unleashed everything — combined violet-purple helix slamming into him, hurling him into a crater. He tried to open another rift — but our energy sealed it.
He collapsed — suit smoking, power flickering. "Nee... I just wanted you back."
Elena knelt — voice soft but firm. "I'm not yours anymore. I love Alex. Let it go."
We detained him — violet-purple cuffs binding him, energy dampeners from our suits locking his powers. We flew him back to Earth — straight to a top-secret prison for people or aliens with abilities, deep underground, guarded by tech even Riftmaster couldn't breach.
He was gone — locked away.
The public erupted — news headlines screaming "Riftmaster Defeated! Thick Chick & Loverman Save the Day Again!" Crowds gathered, cheering. Our wedding day was only a few months away — the world was excited, planning celebrations, fan events, even official holiday proposals.
We went home — exhausted, triumphant.
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 the bedroom — her riding, hips slamming down, "Yes... deeper... I love you... my husband-to-be." I thrust up — hands on her ass, spanking lightly. "You're mine... always... cum for me." Orgasms crashed — sparks flying, bodies shuddering.
Elena's breath was still ragged from the last orgasm, her body trembling as she straddled my waist, pussy still clenching around my spent cock. Violet and purple sparks danced lazily between our skin, fading like dying embers. But she wasn't done. Her eyes — dark, hungry, loving — locked on mine.
"Alex," she whispered, voice low and thick with need. "I want more. I need your mouth."
My cock twitched inside her at the words. "Then take it, baby. Use me."
She lifted off me slowly — my cum leaking from her pussy in a warm trickle down her thigh. She crawled forward, knees planting on either side of my head, thighs thick and powerful framing my face. Her scent hit me — sweet, musky, intoxicating — her arousal mixed with my release. She hovered just above my lips, letting a single drop fall onto my tongue. I groaned at the taste — salty, tangy, hers.
"Open for me," she commanded softly, lowering herself inch by inch.
I parted my lips eagerly. Her pussy settled over my mouth — hot, swollen, dripping. The moment she made contact, her juices flowed freely — warm, slick, coating my tongue, running down my chin. I lapped at her greedily, tongue flat and broad, dragging from her entrance up to her clit. She shuddered, hips rocking forward, grinding against my face.
"Fuck… yes, Alex… just like that," she moaned, one hand bracing on the headboard, the other tangling in my hair. "Eat me… taste us together… lick every drop out of me."
I did — tongue plunging inside her, swirling, sucking gently on her folds. Her juices poured — flooding my mouth, running down my cheeks, my neck. I swallowed greedily, humming against her clit, vibrations making her gasp. "Oh god… your tongue… deeper… fuck my pussy with it."
She rocked harder — riding my face now, thighs squeezing my head, ass flexing with each grind. Her clit throbbed against my tongue; I flicked it fast, then sucked — hard. She cried out — body shaking, purple sparks crackling across her skin, lighting up the room.
"Alex… I'm gonna cum… don't stop… drink me… please… drink all of me!"
I gripped her hips — pulling her down harder, tongue thrusting deep, nose buried against her clit. Her orgasm hit like a wave — pussy pulsing, juices gushing into my mouth, down my throat. She screamed — name tearing from her lips — thighs clamping so tight I saw stars. I drank every drop — swallowing, licking, savoring the taste of her release mixed with mine.
She collapsed forward — hands braced on the headboard, panting, trembling. Her pussy still twitched against my lips, aftershocks rippling through her. I kissed her softly — inner thighs, folds, clit — gentle now, reverent.
She slid down my body — collapsing onto my chest, face buried in my neck. "I love you," she whispered, voice raw. "So fucking much."
I wrapped my arms around her — holding tight. "Love you more. Always."
We stayed like that — sticky, spent, hearts pounding in sync — until the world felt right again.
We'd won. We were together.
And the future was ours.