The Tenant Ending 1 (Patreon)

What felt like sleeping without dreams was suddenly interrupted as Jeff suddenly found himself full of life after having been dead for three whole minutes. It was an experience unlike anything else—his sight was hazy and unfocused, his limbs seemed somehow beyond asleep, his lungs sore after being so unusually empty.

But as the necrosis was warded off and the sight returned to his eyes, the first person he glimpsed before him was Emiline. He could tell the feeling had returned to his face solely based on how passionately Emiline was squeezing his cheeks.

“It’s… you…” came Jeff’s voice, almost unrecognizable to its user due to how raspy it sounded. Even though he had been furious at his lover a mere day prior, he had never been happier to see her than he had now. Was it the journey they had just been on? Maybe it was the fact that Sasha had literally just killed him even if her reasons for doing so made sense? He wasn’t sure. All he wanted now—more than ever—was to be back home with Emiline.

She helped Jeff to his feet, her smooth, silky hands further assisting to rejuvenate his recently-revived limbs from their catatonic states. He felt as though he could walk, but Emiline refused to let go, grasping him tight from behind like a human-sized back brace. Her enhanced strength now allowed to be expressed undisguised, she was able to hold him with effortless resolve.

She snaked her head around his neck to snuggle and Jeff didn’t reject the gesture. In fact, he never wanted it to end. After the insanity of the past week, a simple reminder of her love for him meant more than it ever had before.

Looking around, memories of what had occurred flooded back into Jeff’s mind. Astro Ace was surveying the rubble of the previous battle. Having successfully warded off Sorceressa from Sasha’s mind to his, he was surprised to find that her presence was nowhere to be found in his brain.

“Is… Is it all over?” said Jeff, the first sentence that came to his mind after all the events returned to his head.

“Yes Jeff, yes it is,” replied Emiline, her voice hoarse yet quiet as she experienced complex emotions of her own in a series. “Sasha brought us both back to life and restored my powers to their former glory.”

Sasha.

“Wh-where is Sasha now?” asked Jeff, paining his neck to search every square inch of his limited view.

“She left. Apparently, Sorceressa had been subtly feeding ideas to her this entire time. She wanted Sasha to get as close to us as possible, you can probably understand why she wanted nothing to do with us after giving us our powers back.”

Jeff sighed, but it was an understanding one. This had been a mess of emotions for everyone involved, returning things to the status quo would make the situation significantly less complicated.

But there was one question that was still burning in Jeff’s headspace.

“Hey, Astro Ace, I have a question for you!” he shouted, an intensity erupting from his sore jaw that surprised even Jeff.

Jeff didn’t even need to shout, as the hero’s super hearing picked up on his qualm instantly, rocketing towards his position.

“Why’d you kiss my fiance, huh?” he barked, seemingly not caring that he was a mere ant compared to Astro Ace’s might. But the superhero was understanding, if nothing else.

“It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a publicity stunt,” the muscular man confessed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “People in the media had been going at it for years and I thought it would be fun to play into that angle in public, is all. I wasn’t even aware that Fantasti-Femme had a man in her life, much less was engaged to one.”

“We really gotta change that, don’t we?” Jeff said, eyes turning to Emiline.

“What do you mean by that?” she responded, meeting his gaze. She was genuinely unsure as to where he was going with the question.

“Simple, my love, it’s time we finally tie the knot.”

***

With Astro Ace willing to pitch in, Jeff and Emiline were finally able to afford to fund the extravagant wedding they—more specifically Emiline—had always wanted.

Friends and family from across the globe showed up; and since Emiline was open with her secret identity, so did several superheroes.

But Jeff could tell that Emiline seemed to be… impatient about something. She was always jittering in place, tapping her foot, getting the ritualistic aspects of the event over as quickly as possible.

By the time they arrived at their vacation suite to start the honeymoon, Emiline didn’t even bother to take off her dress nor let Jeff disrobe himself. With her incredible strength, she tossed him onto the King-size bed like one may discard a loose article of clothing. She then leaped atop of him, gracefully landing atop his crotch.

“Comfortable, Jeff?”

“I-I mean, I guess? What’s all this about all of the sudden?”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while, my love. Ever since you were brought back, I’ve been thinking about what Sasha said about me…how I’ve become a lame duck, so to speak.”

With her newly wedded husband pinned to the bed, Emiline could have her way with him any way she wanted. But, to further stir the pot, she leaned forward and whispered into his ear.

“But, what if I told you that Sasha didn’t just give me my powers back, she gave me a little more to play with.”

Jeff’s eyes widened.

Emiline reeled back, taking in a deep breath as she did. Her slim fingers trailed up from her waist all the way to her taut breasts before she flung them outwards, summoning a twin pair of whips from what appeared to be thin air. Ones that once belonged to Power Mistress.

“Let’s just say, it’s been hard hiding all this new musculature from you, babe.”

With two expertly-maneuvered whip strikes, the elaborate dress was burned off before the two of them, a fiery X-shape growing larger until the white folds upon folds of white tresses were reduced to ash in the wind.

The amazonian body unleashed before him was not what Jeff was expecting, but that only improved the reveal.

A body fuller and more voluptuous, with bathykolpian proportions, greeted Jeff with a wicked smile from Emiline as the cherry on top of all of it.

“I saw how Sasha used you… played to your desires, Jeff. I’m starting to think you like that kind of dirty play.”

Her breathing was husky and unfiltered.”

“...I’m starting to think I like it too.”

Her haughty breath gave way to an almost animalistic growl as she tore Jeff’s suit to pieces, leaving him as exposed as she was. Only he felt infinitely more vulnerable. His wife was already one of the strongest superheroes on the west coast. Adding one of her most fearsome adversaries to that mix and whatever else was a dangerous, erotic cocktail of potential pleasure.

Jeff tried to move his hands, only to find they had been tied down with the whips, no longer glowing crimson. Emiline noticed his struggle.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’m the only one who’s going to get to play with their no-good cheating spouse, understand?”

Jeff nodded, fear in his eyes yet blood in his erection.

Emiline flashed a canine before putting a finger to his lip.

“Heh, your eyes suggest fear, but everything lower tells a different story…”

Her masterfully sculpted finger began to trail downwards, slipping off his chin and making its way down his chest. He wanted to follow it, but Emiline’s intense stare commanded his attention.

“Ah, ah, no peeking. You’ll feel it soon enough,” she assured, talking to him as if talking down to a child.

That wasn’t the only part of Emiline’s body he felt.

Her hips began to grind into him as she gripped his member with supreme force, eliciting a squeal from Jeff as he felt every inch of his wife’s enhanced body. The loving embrace of a superhero’s body and the cold calculation of a supervillain’s came together to create a cacophony of pleasure for the mere human beneath her body.

Jeff was brought to a climax almost instantly, Emiline staving off the orgasm by clutching his trembling cock tightly as she dipped forward to attack his face with a barrage of kisses. Her massive frame completely overshadowed his small one, bringing him to a space where Emiline controlled every aspect of his bodily autonomy.

He took shallow breaths whenever the opportunity to bring air to his lungs arose. The temperature in the room increased with every passing second, the air becoming thick with Emiline’s suffocating aroma. The mattress that contributed to one half of Jeff’s encasing was drenched in passionate sweat.

Even with Emiline’s steel trap of a grip, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Fortunately for him, neither was his wife. She reached a climax of her own not too long afterwards, releasing his member to deplete an orgasm in sync with his lover.

Emiline spent a good while laying atop Jeff, not immediately untying him as she got comfortable. Eventually, she gave poor Jeff a break and the two of them snuggled up together, already eager to recount the escapades of their most recent sexual adventure.

“Phew, that was… amazing. Probably the best sex I’ve ever had in my life… I can’t wait to go home and engage in an actually comfortable bed.

“Yeahhh, about all that…”

“What?”

“I maaaay have splurged a bit over that wedding… and I don’t know if the insurance is going to cover all of those repairs…”

“What are you saying!?”

“...I think we’re going to need to rent out to another Tenant.”