The world breathed easier after Shadowfall's defeat. Cities rebuilt, heroes celebrated, and for Elena and me, life settled into a rhythm that felt almost normal—if normal included soaring through the night sky to bust low-level crooks. It was early autumn, leaves turning gold under crisp skies, and with major threats vanquished, Thick Chick and Loverman turned their sights to the underbelly of everyday evil: robbers hitting convenience stores, thugs shaking down neighborhoods, gangsters running underground rackets. Things were going well—better than well. We were unstoppable together, our powers honed to perfection, our bond unbreakable.
One night in mid-October, we patrolled the gritty edges of the city. The suit felt like a second skin now—my Loverman gear upgraded with sleek violet reinforcements that matched Elena's glossy black catsuit. Her curves filled it out like a masterpiece, the purple accents glowing faintly as we flew low over rooftops. We spotted a group of thugs cornering a late-night jogger in an alley off Hollywood Boulevard—five burly guys with bats and knives, demanding his wallet.
"Ready?" Elena whispered through comms, her voice a sultry hum that sent shivers down my spine even in battle mode.
"Always," I replied, grinning behind my mask.
We dropped like hawks. Elena hit first—super speed blurring her into a purple streak, disarming two with precise kicks that sent their weapons flying into walls. The thugs scattered, shouting in panic.
I landed behind the leader—a beefy guy with a chain necklace—grabbing his collar and lifting him effortlessly. "Bad night for muggings," I said, voice modulated low.
He swung wildly; I dodged with ease, strength letting me toss him into a dumpster like a ragdoll. The others charged—bats swinging. I blasted a mild energy pulse—violet light knocking them back without lethal force. Elena swept the rest—fists connecting with controlled power, thugs crumpling unconscious.
The jogger stared, wide-eyed. "Thick Chick? Loverman? You saved me!"
Elena smiled, mask lenses reflecting moonlight. "Stay safe out here."
We zip-tied the thugs for police, then launched back into the sky—adrenaline buzzing.
"Not bad for petty crime," I said, flying beside her.
She laughed—that melodic sound that always made my heart race. "Keeps us sharp. And... it's fun with you."
Back home, the transition felt natural. I'd been spending every night at her place anyway, our lives intertwined. One evening, as we stripped off suits in her bedroom—her catsuit peeling away to reveal those legendary curves—I broached it.
"Elena... I think it's time. I want to move in. For real."
She paused, bikini top halfway off, breasts spilling free. Her eyes softened—warm brown depths that held the universe. "You sure? Your parents..."
"They'll understand. And the 13-year age gap? Means nothing to me. You're everything—my partner, my love. Age is just a number when we've faced the end of the world together."
She smiled, stepping close—naked now, body pressing against mine. "It never mattered to me either. You're my equal, Alex. My hero." Her hands slid down my chest, unzipping my suit. "Move in. Make this our home."
We sealed it with a kiss—slow at first, building to passion. I lifted her—hands under her thick thighs, backing her against the wall. She wrapped legs around me, pussy already wet against my hardening cock.
"God, I love you," I murmured, sliding into her in one thrust.
She gasped—head back, breasts bouncing as I pounded. "I love you too... fuck me like you own me."
I did—thrusts deep and powerful, each one shaking the wall. Her super muscles clenched—milking me with that velvet grip. "So tight... so perfect... you're mine forever."
"Yes... harder... make me cum on your cock!"
Orgasms hit—hers triggering purple sparks that danced across us, mine filling her as we cried out.
That night set the tone.
Moving in was seamless—my stuff integrated into her house, our lair expanded for dual training. We were an official couple now—unapologetic, passionate. Mornings started with coffee and kisses; days with petty patrols; nights with endless sex.
One weekend, after busting a gangster ring in the docks—thugs smuggling artifacts, nothing world-ending—we returned home buzzing.
Elena pinned me against the door the second it closed—mask off, suit half-unzipped, breasts exposed. "You were incredible out there," she purred, hand stroking my cock through the fabric. "Taking down that boss like a god."
I groaned, gripping her ass—squeezing the firm cheeks. "You too... watching you fight... those curves in action... drives me wild."
She dropped to her knees—unzipping me, freeing my throbbing length. "Let me show you how much I appreciate it."
Her mouth took me—super speed blurring her head, throat relaxing to swallow deep. "Mmm... taste so good... cum for me, baby."
I did—exploding down her throat, hands in her hair.
Then I carried her to bed—eating her out slow, tongue flicking her clit until she arched, lightning forking from her fingers. "Alex... yes... don't stop... I love you!"
Passion defined us.
The age gap? Irrelevant. She was 35, I 22—but our souls were timeless, forged in cosmic fire. "You're my everything," I'd whisper during tender moments, her head on my chest after marathon sessions. "Age means nothing when we've shattered stars together."
One night, craving more, we revisited unrestricted.
"We need space," she said, eyes sparkling.
We launched naked—rocketing into orbit, bodies entwined.
I thrust mid-void—each slam thundering, propelling us 200 meters. Lightning roared from her moans, illuminating the stars.
"God, yes... fuck me across the sky!"
She flipped—riding with force like meteors colliding, bounces crashing like cars in space, slaps booming thunder.
Climax: nova detonating a nearby asteroid cluster—shattering it as we came, landing in a new desert crater, laughing exhausted.
For now, major threats were gone.
We handled petty crime—robbers, thugs, gangsters—with ease, our couple status making us legends.
But a new threat lurked.
Reports trickled in: sightings of figures mimicking us. A voluptuous woman in a twisted catsuit—seductive, draining life through touch. A charismatic man in violet gear—charming victims into submission.
Clones.
Succubus and Playboy.
Our dark mirrors.
The end of peace.
But we were more ready than ever.