The counterattack had left Willow Creek scarred but standing. Streets cracked from beast impacts, houses with shattered windows, the community pool a crater of mud and twisted metal. But the portals were sealed, the shadows receded, and the first hints of normalcy crept back—neighbors emerging shell-shocked, emergency lights flickering on as power grids rebooted.
Elena and I hovered above our cul-de-sac for a moment, suits torn and bodies aching. Her catsuit was in shreds—fabric ripped along her side, exposing the swell of her breast and the curve of her ribcage; a gash across her thigh revealing smooth, sweat-glistened skin; even her hip tear baring one perfect ass cheek like a teasing invitation. My Loverman suit fared no better—shoulder exposed, a slash across my chest showing toned muscle beneath. But our masks stayed on, identities safe. The world knew us as heroes, but not as Elena Voss and Alex from next door.
News drones buzzed in the distance, capturing footage of the devastation. But we weren't sticking around for interviews.
Elena grabbed my hand. "We need to get out of sight. Now."
I nodded, flight kicking in—still new, but steadier with every use. We shot low over rooftops, weaving through the suburbs until we reached an abandoned warehouse on the city's edge. Boarded windows, rusted chains on the doors, graffiti fading under years of neglect. Perfect cover.
We slipped inside through a shattered skylight, landing softly on the concrete floor littered with debris—old crates, broken machinery, dust motes dancing in faint moonlight filtering through cracks.
The door sealed behind us with a tendril of her purple energy.
Safe. Alone.
Elena pulled off her mask first, raven hair tumbling free, eyes dark with adrenaline and something hotter. She looked at me—really looked—taking in my torn suit, the way my chest heaved under the exposed fabric.
"Alex," she breathed, stepping close.
I yanked my mask down, heart pounding. "Elena."
Our lips crashed together—fierce, desperate. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, hands roaming over torn suits, fingers tracing exposed skin. Her breast pressed against my chest through the rip, nipple hard and begging for touch.
We didn't speak at first. Just felt.
I backed her against a crumbling wall, hands sliding up her thighs, gripping the bare skin where her suit had torn. She moaned into my mouth, legs wrapping around my waist as I lifted her effortlessly—my new strength making it easy.
"God, you were amazing out there," I growled against her neck, sucking a mark into her skin.
She arched, fingers tangling in my hair. "You too. That punch through the knight? Fuck, it turned me on."
I chuckled darkly, grinding against her—hard already, cock straining against the suit. "Yeah? Watching you fight half-exposed... your ass peeking out like that? Drove me insane."
Her hands fumbled with my zipper, peeling the suit down to my waist. My chest bared fully now, muscles rippling under her touch. She raked nails down my abs, drawing a hiss from me.
"Strip me," she commanded, voice husky. "Rip it off if you have to."
I didn't hesitate. Gripped the torn edges at her chest and pulled—fabric giving way with a satisfying rip. Her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, nipples dark and peaked in the cool air. I cupped them, thumbs circling the tips.
"Fuck, Elena... these tits. So perfect. Been dying to suck them since the fight started."
She gasped as I lowered my head, mouth closing over one nipple—sucking hard, tongue flicking. "Yes... just like that. Bite me, Alex. Mark me."
I nipped gently, then harder—her moan echoing in the empty warehouse. Her hips bucked against me, seeking friction.
"Greedy," I teased, switching to the other breast. "You want my cock already?"
"Always," she purred, hand slipping down to free me from the suit. My cock sprang out—thick, veined, throbbing in her grip. She stroked slow and firm. "Look at you... so hard for me. Gonna fuck me senseless?"
"Count on it." I set her down long enough to shove her suit down her hips—tearing the rest away until she stood naked except for boots. Her body glowed faintly violet, curves illuminated like a goddess. Pussy bare, glistening—wet and ready.
I dropped to my knees, hands spreading her thighs. The tear on her hip exposed more skin; I kissed it, tasting sweat and power.
"Alex... please..."
I buried my face between her legs—tongue diving in, lapping at her folds. She was soaked, sweet and musky. I sucked her clit, fingers slipping inside—two, then three—curling to hit that spot.
"Oh fuck... yes! Eat my pussy like that. You're so good... my hero..."
Her dirty talk spurred me on. I hummed against her, vibrations making her thighs quake. Super speed kicked in subtly—tongue flicking faster than humanly possible.
She came hard—juices flooding my mouth, body shuddering as purple sparks danced across her skin. "Alex! I'm cumming... don't stop!"
I didn't—licked her through it until she pulled me up, kissing me deeply, tasting herself.
"Your turn," she whispered, sinking to her knees.
Her mouth on me was heaven—lips sealing tight, taking me deep in one swallow. Super speed again—head bobbing fast, throat relaxing to take all of me.
"Fuck, Elena... your mouth... so hot, so wet. Suck me like that. Yeah, just like that."
She hummed, eyes locked on mine—full of mischief and lust. One hand cupped my balls, rolling gently; the other stroked the base.
"Gonna cum down your throat?" she teased, pulling off for a second, stroking slick.
"Not yet," I growled, pulling her up. "I want inside you."
I spun her, bending her over a rusted crate. Ass up—perfect, round, one cheek still marked from the fight. I slapped it lightly—watching it jiggle.
"You like that?" I asked, rubbing the spot.
"Harder," she demanded. "Spank me like you mean it."
I did—firm smack echoing. She moaned, pushing back.
"Fuck me, Alex. Now. Fill my pussy with that big cock."
I thrust in—deep, hard. She was tight, gripping like velvet steel—super muscles clenching around me.
"Oh god... yes! So big... stretch me..."
I pounded—rhythm building, hands on her hips. Each thrust shook the crate, dust falling from the ceiling.
"Take it, Elena. Take every inch. You're mine."
"All yours," she gasped, pushing back to meet me. "Fuck me harder. Make me scream."
I did—speed kicking in, thrusts blurring. The warehouse groaned around us—beams creaking from the force.
Her breasts swung with each impact; I reached around, pinching a nipple.
"Cum for me," I commanded. "Cum on my cock."
She shattered—walls fluttering, milking me as she cried out. Purple energy flared brighter, sinking into me—power surging through us both.
I didn't stop—flipped her onto her back on the crate, legs over my shoulders. Thrust deeper, hitting new angles.
"Look at you... so beautiful, so strong. My super MILF."
She laughed breathlessly, nails digging into my back. "And you're my hero. Fuck me like one."
The intensity built—our auras merging, violet light illuminating the warehouse. The building shook—walls cracking from the seismic force of our movements.
"I'm close," I warned.
"Cum inside me," she begged. "Fill me up. I want it all."
One final thrust—and I exploded, pumping deep as she came again, our cries echoing.
The warehouse couldn't take it.
Beams snapped. Walls buckled. The roof caved in sections as our combined energy wave rippled outward.
We rolled off the crate just in time—flying up as the building collapsed around us in a roar of dust and debris.
We burst through the skylight, hovering above the ruins—naked, glowing, laughing hysterically.
"Holy shit," I panted, holding her close mid-air. "We leveled it."
She kissed me, legs wrapped around my waist. "Worth it."
But the moment shattered.
Alarms blared in our comms—global alerts.
Shadowfall's voice echoed again: "You celebrate too soon. The second wave begins."
Portals reopened—bigger, darker. Beasts evolved—armored, faster.
Elena's eyes hardened. "Suit up. Again."
We dove back into the fight—power renewed, bond unbreakable.
The war continued.