The quiet after the last wave felt like the eye of a hurricane.
Shadowfall had vanished—his elites with him—leaving only echoes of destruction. Global heroes coordinated through secure networks, rebuilding defenses, sharing intel. Elena and I patrolled relentlessly, handling minor rifts, training in the desert crater we'd carved during our unrestricted night.
My powers had stabilized—near equal to hers. Flight seamless, strength devastating, energy blasts rivaling her novas. Our bond was unbreakable—fueled by battles and endless passion.
But the silence broke on a moonless night.
Alerts exploded across our comms: massive energy spike in the Arctic Circle. Portals—larger than any before—tearing open over frozen tundra.
We launched immediately—flying north at Mach speeds, violet trails cutting the night.
The site was apocalyptic.
A glacial fortress rose from the ice—black spires of void-crystal, Shadowfall's new lair. Portals ringed it like a crown, spewing upgraded horrors: elite shadow knights with energy blades, vampires that phased through attacks, golems infused with stolen artifact essence.
At the center: Shadowfall and his crew.
But one new figure towered beside him.
Eclipse.
Ten feet tall, body armored in living darkness that shifted like liquid night. Female form—curves exaggerated, lethal: massive breasts straining against void-plate, hips wide and powerful, thighs thick as tree trunks. A helmet of pure shadow obscured her face, only glowing crimson eyes visible. Tendrils extended from her back like wings, whipping the air.
Shadowfall's voice boomed across the ice.
"Thick Chick. Loverman. Meet Eclipse—my masterpiece. Forged from void essence and the darkest hearts of fallen worlds."
Eclipse flexed—darkness surging, cracking the ice for miles.
Elena tensed beside me mid-flight. "She's strong. Stronger than the others."
I nodded. "We take her together."
The battle erupted.
Shadowfall's crew engaged—Vortex hurling blizzards, Ember melting ice into steam cover, twins weaving illusions, Ravager charging with cyber-blades.
We split instinctively.
Elena blurred toward Eclipse—purple comet meeting black hole.
I dove into the crew—blasting Vortex mid-gust, strength grappling Ravager.
Eclipse met Elena head-on.
Fists collided—boom shaking the fortress. Purple lightning versus void tendrils. Ice shattered in shockwaves.
Eclipse was fast—tendrils lashing, wrapping Elena's arms, slamming her into spires.
Elena broke free—nova burst shredding bindings, speed kicking in to counter.
They traded blows—Elena's strength cracking Eclipse's armor, Eclipse's darkness draining Elena's glow on contact.
Below, I fought viciously.
Blasted Ember—violet energy countering flames. Grappled the twins—punches disrupting illusions.
But Eclipse dominated the sky.
She caught Elena mid-flight—massive hand wrapping her throat, lifting.
Elena choked—kicking, blasting point-blank.
Eclipse absorbed—darkness swallowing the nova.
"You're strong," Eclipse rumbled, voice deep and resonant. "But I am endless night."
She hurled Elena downward—crashing through ice into the fortress depths.
"Elena!"
I flew to help—but Shadowfall intercepted, shadows coiling.
"Not yet, boy."
The crew swarmed me.
Battle raged—hours blurring.
Elena emerged from the rubble—suit torn worse than ever, exposing breasts fully, thigh rips baring her ass. Blood trickled from her lip, but aura flared brighter.
She and Eclipse clashed again—sky cracking with thunder.
I broke free—blasting Ravager aside, flying to her side.
We fought Eclipse together.
Synced blasts—violet and purple merging into a massive beam.
Eclipse countered—void shield absorbing, tendrils whipping us both.
She caught me—slam into ice.
Elena roared—unleashing everything.
Nova exploded—cracking Eclipse's helmet, revealing a glimpse: pale skin, crimson lips curled in pain.
But Eclipse endured.
Tendrils pierced Elena's defenses—wrapping, draining.
Elena weakened—glow dimming.
I blasted free—tackling Eclipse, fists hammering.
She backhanded me—sending me tumbling.
The fight stretched—exhaustion creeping.
Eclipse gained ground.
Shadowfall watched, smiling.
"End them."
Eclipse charged Elena—final assault.
Elena met her—fists glowing.
Collision shook the Arctic.
But Eclipse feinted—tendril whipping around, slamming Elena's head against a spire.
Massive blow.
Crack echoed.
Elena crumpled—unconscious, blood streaming from her temple.
"NO!"
Rage ignited me—power surging beyond limits.
I hit Eclipse like a missile—blasts nonstop, strength shattering her guard.
She staggered.
Shadowfall's eyes widened.
"Retreat!"
Portals opened—crew vanishing.
Eclipse followed—glaring crimson eyes promising return.
I flew to Elena—cradling her.
She breathed—shallow.
But alive.
I carried her south—flying home, heart pounding.
The battle paused.
But the war escalated. Elena... something was wrong.
We landed in the garden—Elena limp in my arms, blood matting her hair.
I carried her inside—straight to the lair's med bay. Scanners hummed—concussion severe, internal bruising, but healing factor active.
She'd live.
But when her eyes fluttered open hours later—brown depths clouded, confused—I knew.
"What happened?" she whispered, voice small.
Relief flooded me. "I'm here."
She frowned, sitting up slowly. "Why... does my head hurt? Where am I?"
I explained—gently. The battle. Eclipse's blow.
Her expression shifted—blank.
"Who's Eclipse?"
My stomach dropped.
She looked around the lair—gadgets, suits, screens showing global alerts.
"This place... it's familiar. But..." Tears welled. "I don't remember. The fights. The powers. Us."
Amnesia.
Partial—flashes remained: her name, basic skills, some emotions. But the last year—gone. Our relationship. Thick Chick. Loverman. Shadowfall.
Erased.
I held her hand. "We'll fix this. Your healing... it'll come back."
She pulled away slightly—confused, scared. "We're... together?"
I nodded, throat tight. "Partners. In everything."
She searched my face—trust flickering, but memory absent.
The days after Elena's amnesia settled into a careful, painful routine.
She needed space—time to process the flood of returning instincts without the pressure of a relationship she couldn't remember. I understood. Forcing it would only push her further away.
So I moved back home.
My old bedroom felt smaller, foreign. The fence between our houses loomed like a wall. I kept patrols light—handling minor rifts alone, letting her rest. She trained solo in her lair, powers sharpening daily, but the blank spots in her memory remained stubbornly empty.
We spoke over the fence sometimes—polite, distant. "How's the head?" I'd ask. "Better," she'd reply, smiling that small, uncertain smile. No touches. No lingering looks.
Nights were the worst.
I lay awake, staring at her darkened windows, remembering everything—sky thunder, desert crater, her body under mine. Arousal and heartache twisted together.
One night—two weeks after the injury—the air was thick with summer heat, even late. Moon full and silver.
I couldn't sleep.
Movement caught my eye from the window.
Elena in her garden.
She wore nothing but that familiar black string bikini—the one from our very first night. Barefoot in the grass, standing in the same flower clearing where it all began.
She looked up at the moon, eyes closed, one hand resting on her hip.
Then she moved.
Slowly. Deliberately.
One hand trailed up her stomach, between her breasts, tugging the bikini top loose. Triangles fell away—full breasts spilling free, nipples hardening in the night air.
My breath caught.
She cupped herself—thumbs circling peaks, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
The other hand slipped lower—beneath the waistband of her bottoms.
Hips rolled in that hypnotic rhythm I remembered so well.
Purple sparks flickered—faint at first, dancing along her skin as arousal built.
She sank to her knees in the grass—legs spread, fingers moving visibly now. Head fell back, hair cascading down her spine.
I should have looked away.
I didn't.
Hand already inside my boxers, stroking slow—matching her rhythm. Heart hammering, cock aching with months of pent-up memory.
She touched herself openly—two fingers plunging, thumb on her clit. Moans carried on the still air—low, needy.
Sparks intensified—flowers blooming wildly around her, petals unfurling in real time.
She was close.
So was I.
Her eyes snapped open suddenly—gazing straight at my dark window.
She saw me.
I froze—hand still moving, exposed in moonlight.
But she didn't stop.
Instead, she smiled—that knowing, sultry curve I'd missed so desperately.
One hand kept working between her thighs; the other beckoned—slow curl of fingers.
Come here.
I was over the fence in seconds—barely remembering to pull up shorts.
She rose as I approached—bikini bottoms soaked, top discarded. Body glowing faintly violet.
We stood inches apart—no words.
Her eyes searched mine—confusion flickering, then something deeper.
Flashes.
Thunder in the sky.
Crater in the desert.
Bodies unrestricted.
Her breath hitched.
"Alex..."
Memory surged—not all, but enough.
The missing pieces.
Us.
She lunged—arms around my neck, mouth crashing into mine.
The kiss was fire—desperate, reclaiming.
I lifted her—hands under her thighs, her legs wrapping my waist.
She moaned into my mouth—wet heat grinding against my shorts.
"I remember," she gasped between kisses. "The sky... the thunder... you inside me..."
I carried her to the grass—laying her down gently, but she pulled me with urgency.
"Need you," she whispered. "Now. All of you."
Clothes gone in frantic tugs.
I entered her—slow at first, savoring.
She arched—pussy clenching with familiar super strength.
"Fuck... yes... I remember this..."
Thrusts built—deep, powerful.
Purple sparks danced between us—syncing instantly.
She flipped us—riding hard, breasts bouncing, hands on my chest.
"I remember everything," she moaned. "The power... the love... us."
We fucked under the moon—passionate, unrestrained but grounded this time. No destruction. Just reconnection.
Orgasms crashed—hers triggering lightning that lit the garden, mine pouring into her as memories solidified.
After, tangled in grass—her head on my chest, fingers tracing my skin.
"I'm back," she whispered.
I kissed her forehead.
"Welcome home."
No more space needed.
We stayed together that night—and every night after.
Memory restored.
Bond unbreakable.
Ready for whatever Shadowfall threw next.