The Tenant - Ending 2 (Patreon)

What felt like sleeping without dreams was suddenly interrupted as Jeff inexplicably 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 Sasha, actively reviving him with a kiss. But this smooch was not dispassionate or done with malice, he could feel it that much.

“It’s… you…” came Jeff’s voice once the kiss broke, almost unrecognizable to its user due to how raspy it sounded. Even though he was still of two minds about the whole Sasha situation, seeing her gorgeous face gaze over him like an angelic vision reminded him just how much he had desired to be with her.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she responded with a weary voice, almost appearing to reassure herself as much as Jeff. “I don’t see the sigil on you anymore. I think Sorceressa is gone for good. We-we did it, Jeff… we won.”

Jeff lifted a shaking arm upwards, unsure of what he planned to do with it. Sasha answered that quandary for him, slipping her smaller hand into his and gripping it tight.

He wasn’t sure how long they spent holding hands, staring into each other’s eyes. Jeff had a million questions on his mind, but they all seemed to vanish once he took a look into those beautiful, iridescent cobalt pupils.

Eventually, Jeff removed himself from his prone state, standing up with the help of Sasha. Sitting across from him were the superheroes he had become quite acquainted with over the past week.

Astro Ace was consoling Emiline in a similar way to Sasha, his massive arm locked around her comparatively waifish frame. Jeff tried to look her way, but she averted her gaze. A look of shame was plastered over her face.

Jeff couldn’t help but agree with the unspoken sentiment. As much as he loved his fiance, he couldn’t help but think that the spark between them was gone. With how she was being held by Astro Ace, maybe they were better for each other.

As if Sasha could tell that Jeff was in distress, she overtook his vision—placing her nubile hands around his neck and gently suggesting his head in her direction.

“Look, Jeff, I know you and Emiline have been through a lot. I know she kissed another man behind your back and I know I coerced you into having sex with me. If you want to get back with her and never see me again, I’d understa—”

For the first time since he had met her, Jeff surprised Sasha. He brought his lips forward to kiss her, caressing the sides of her head with his hands. She wasn’t even apprehensive about the approach, closing her eyes and basking in the lip-locked ecstasy.

“Well, looks like you’ve certainly made your choice, Jeff,” Sasha said, her breathing heavy with desire yet still finding the mental energy to keep a quippy attitude. “I know it might be cliche, you dating a girl a decade younger than you…but I accept your corny sense of romance.”

***

The reunion between Jeff and Emiline was short. They said their awkward goodbyes and Fantasti-femme flew off with Astro Ace to live a life together, ditching their civilian personas all together.

The car ride back to Jeff’s place was quiet, yet hopeful. The silence was only occasionally broken by a loud pop from one of Sasha’s many gum bubbles.

Arriving home, the two of them were greeted to a house in total disarray.

“Ooh, that’s right,” Sasha said as she opened the front door before it promptly fell off its hinges. She spun around to face Jeff with an exaggerated grimace. “My bad, I totally destroyed your house. Almost forgot about that.”

“Well, technically it was Sorceressa in your body that did all this damage. But I appreciate you taking accountability for once.”

“Hey!” Sasha shot back, delivering a friendly punch to Jeff’s shoulder. “That was a low blow!”

Jeff then gripped his arm in pain. “Ouch, and that was a heavy blow! That hurt!”

“Oops,” Sasha replied with a faux innocent demeanor. “Guess I forgot about my own strength… well, my strength plus the strength of five other supervillains as well as some of Fantasti-femme’s power I chose not to give back.”

A cheeky smile spread across her face in reaction to Jeff’s dropped jaw. “Jeez, Sasha! You’re probably the strongest hero in the world!”

“Pff, duh,” she checked her nail in disinterest. “But you got one part of that wrong.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“The ‘hero’ part. I don’t want to be a superhero or a villain, that’s what my stupid aunt wanted me to be. I want to make some fucking awesome EDM music. The superpowers are just an extra little bonus if I need to threaten the record companies.”

Jeff chuckled. “Actually, the superpowers would come in handy for fixing this house! We might not even have to call a contractor!”

“Ughhhhh,” Sasha sighed, the thought of having to do work putting her in a sour mood. “I don’t waaannaaaaaa.”

“Well, hey, you’re no longer paying to live here! The least you could do is help clean up!”

Sasha clicked her tongue, leading to a long sigh. It seemed as if she were about to concede—only for a devilish smirk to grow on her face.

“Here’s an idea: we play a little game. Loser has to fix up the house.”

Jeff immediately raised an objection. “Hey now, this is going to be one of those games that’s super one-sided and unfair, isn’t it?”

“I dunno, do you think that a race to see who can make the other person cum first is a fair challenge? Or are you basically admitting that you’re slowing down in your old age?”

“You’re on.”

Needless to say, the reverse psychology of her proposition worked as intended.

She thrust her hand forwards to initiate a handshake and Jeff accepted, only to realize the error of his ways a little too late.

Sasha gripped down upon his hand with stupendous strength. He wasn’t hurt, but anything beyond his wrist simply wouldn’t budge.

Then, Sasha pulled Jeff towards herself, her body lifting off the ground slowly so that she possessed an air of superiority with her new “height.”

“Last chance to back down, Jeff.”

“Y-you may have the power, but I’ve got more experience!”

“We’ll see about that. My aunt gave me plenty of experi—”

She caught herself before finishing that sentence, realizing how weird it sounded aloud. “Well, you know what I mean.”

Without giving Jeff a chance to retort, she pinned him to the floor with the same singular hand, bringing her knees forward to kneel upon his crotch without actually resting any of her bodyweight upon it. She began to rub her legs along his waist, an unusual form of foreplay that could only be performed in magic-induced Zero-G that once belonged to the evil Sorceressa. Now, it was to be used “responsibly” by her niece in situations like this.

Sasha’s glossy lips curled into a devious smile, but there was no malinfluence behind them. This was all her. Jeff could tell, even though she was trying to be tough, she was doing everything in her power to make sure Jeff suffered no pain at her expense. Probably to compensate for the punch she had delivered to his shoulder earlier.

Now that there was no uncertainty to his actions, no threat of Fantasti-Femme lurking over him, Jeff could finally appreciate the magnificence that was Sasha’s body.

Entrusting him with her naked form once more without the dubious consent, her stretched-thin top resisted its removal. It became briefly stuck upon her shapely breasts before breaking free, releasing twin hemispheres of desire for Jeff to ogle at, engorging his member farther. This put him in at a further disadvantage in the competition, as the blood pumping into his cock caused it to throb against her legs, further exciting it.

Groaning, Jeff shifted beneath her, sparks of arousal electrifying both of their bodies as even Sasha could not deny the passion shared between the two of them. Even though Jeff had not even laid a hand upon her taut muscles or fiery sex, she was almost equally as aroused as he was.

The battle for control raged on, Sasha’s greatest opponent revealing themselves as her own body. The heat intensity of her core burned with great intensity, causing the gorgeous redhead to really look the “red” part.

“Unnnf, w-what is…this?” she sputtered, unable to handle the full responsibility of the power that had been bestowed upon her. “T-too much pooooweeeeeer!”

Her screams raised in intensity as the magical power within her caused the lights in the house to flicker. All the while, Jeff was trying his hardest to edge out the painfully erotic orgasm he was experiencing.

Every subtle twitch or motion of her body sent indescribably powerful ripples of pleasure outwards, altering the very fabric of reality as her screams continued to rise in intensity like a shepard's tone.

The dizzying heights of her orgasmic pleasure reached its peak as a red light—resembling a lens flare in its initial intensity—began erupting from where the tattoo on her midriff used to be. It quickly engulfed both of their visions.

When the light finally cleared, both Jeff and Sasha were drained, their bodies vibrating like rabid dogs. The concussive force of the unknown power had caused both of them to orgasm simultaneously.

A long stretch of silence followed, both parties unsure of what exactly to make of the event that had just transpired. Both of them continued to remain still in shock, Sasha still atop Jeff.

“What…was that?” came a flabbergasted tone from Jeff. His vision was unfocused and drenched in sweat.

“May-maybe I’m not as familiar with my aunt’s powers as I thought…” was all Sasha could say in response.

“I guess… I guess we’ll call it a draw, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

And with that, the two of them agreed to clean up the house together.