The world held its breath.
It had been three weeks since Riftmaster's clone had interrupted our wedding, planted bombs in ten major cities, and vanished after we disarmed them all. Three weeks of eerie silence. No rifts. No attacks. No taunts. No sightings. The top-secret prison where the original Riftmaster (and now his clone) was held reported no activity. No escape attempts. No communication.
But the silence wasn't comforting.
It was the kind of quiet that comes before lightning strikes.
News channels ran constant updates: "Riftmaster Watch — Day 21: Still No Sign." Talk shows debated whether he was gone for good or planning something bigger. Social media had hashtags like #WhereIsRiftmaster and #SuperCoupleVsRiftmaster trending daily. The public was anxious — grateful to us for saving the wedding and the cities, but terrified of what came next.
Elena and I felt it too.
We stayed busy with minor crimes — bank robberies, gang fights, carjackings — winning every time. The public cheered louder than ever. "The Super Couple is unstoppable!" became a common refrain. Autographs, selfies, kids running up to us in the streets — the love was overwhelming. But underneath it all was the tension. We both knew Riftmaster wasn't finished. He was waiting. Planning. And when he moved, it would be catastrophic.
In the meantime, we clung to each other.
Married life had only deepened our passion. We fucked constantly — before missions, during stolen moments, after victories, randomly throughout the day. The house was our playground, every room a memory of our love.
One morning — four weeks after the interrupted wedding — I woke to Elena's lips on my neck, her hand already stroking my cock. She was naked, straddling my thighs, her pussy brushing my tip. "Good morning, husband," she purred, sinking down slowly, inch by inch, until I was buried deep inside her. "I need you… right now."
I groaned — hands gripping her hips, feeling her super muscles clench around me. "Fuck, Elena… you're so wet… so tight." She rode me slow at first — hips rolling in that hypnotic way, breasts bouncing softly. "Yes… just like that… fill your wife… I love how you stretch me every morning." I thrust up to meet her, hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples. "God… these tits… I love sucking them while you ride me."
She arched — moaning louder — picking up speed. "Harder… fuck me harder… make me cum on your cock, baby." The bedframe creaked under our rhythm, her ass slapping against my thighs in rhythmic thunder. I spanked her lightly — drawing a gasp — then harder, leaving faint red marks that faded instantly. "Yes… spank your wife… mark me… I'm yours."
Orgasms built fast — her pussy fluttering, purple sparks dancing across her skin as she came hard. "Alex! Yes… I'm cumming… don't stop… fill me!" I thrust deep — spilling inside her with a groan, violet energy surging to meet her purple glow. "Elena… fuck… take it all… I love you."
We collapsed — laughing, sweaty, kissing lazily. "We have patrol in an hour," she murmured, nuzzling my neck.
"Plenty of time for round two," I replied, rolling her beneath me.
We didn't make it to patrol without another session — this time in the shower. She braced against the tiles, legs wrapped around me, water cascading over us. "Fuck me… make me scream… I love you." Thrusts deep — her pussy gripping, super strength pulling me closer. "Yes… harder… cum inside… your wife needs it." Orgasms hit — auras merging, violet-purple light reflecting off the wet walls.
After missions, we celebrated the same way. One afternoon we stopped a jewelry store heist — Elena disarming robbers with super speed, me pinning them with violet strength. The second we landed home, she pushed me against the door. "I've been wet since the first punch," she whispered, dropping to her knees. She took me deep — super speed blurring her head, throat relaxing to swallow every inch. "Mmm… taste so good… cum for me, husband." I did — exploding down her throat, violet sparks flaring as she swallowed every drop.
We moved to the couch — her riding reverse, ass bouncing. "Slap it… mark me… I'm yours." I spanked — thunderclap echoes — thrusting up. "You're mine… forever… cum for me again." She shattered — pussy fluttering, "Fuck… I love you… so much!"
Evenings were slower, more intimate. In the garden under the moon, she'd lie back in the grass — legs spread. "Fuck me here… where it all started… make me cum under the stars." I'd thrust deep — her pussy clenching, purple sparks lighting the flowers. "Yes… deeper… I love how you fill me… my husband." Orgasms crashed — auras merging, violet-purple light illuminating the garden like a private aurora.
We even returned to the moon one night — naked, floating above the gray dust. She straddled me again, sinking down slowly. "One more time before the next mission," she whispered, hips rolling gently. "I love you… my husband." We fucked slowly — deep, passionate — her pussy gripping, breasts bouncing in low gravity. "Yes… deeper… cum inside me… I want your baby someday… fuck me like the world's watching." Orgasms crashed — auras exploding in violet-purple light visible from Earth, a new constellation for one night.
We lay on the moon naked — hugging, bodies pressed together, watching Earth spin slowly below us. The blue marble glowed against the black, continents outlined in city lights. "One month since we got married," she whispered, head on my chest. "And it still feels like a dream."
I kissed her forehead. "Best decision I ever made."
The public excitement never died. "The Super Couple" was everywhere — magazine covers, fan events, even a national holiday proposal in some countries. We patrolled amid cheers — stopping minor threats, signing autographs, letting the love wash over us.
Riftmaster had been strangely quiet. No attacks. No rifts. No taunts. We kept expecting him to resurface, but weeks passed in peaceful silence. "Maybe he finally gave up," I said one night, after we'd just finished another passionate round on the couch.
Elena curled against me, fingers tracing my chest. "Maybe. Or maybe he's planning something bigger. We stay ready."
Life was perfect.
Until the call came.
It was late evening. We were in bed — naked, sweaty, still catching our breath after another intense session. Elena had ridden me reverse, ass bouncing, moaning, "Yes… deeper… cum inside your wife… fill me up!" I'd thrust up hard — spanking her, filling her with thick ropes as she came again, purple sparks lighting the room.
My phone rang — government emergency line.
I answered. The voice on the other end was grim.
"Thick Chick. Loverman. We have a problem. A massive asteroid is heading straight for Earth. Impact in 48 hours. It's bigger than the last one. Our tech can't stop it. We need you."
Elena and I looked at each other — the peace shattered in an instant.
We were back on duty.