Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 100: Clara’s Massage (th Chapter special)

Ding~

The doorbell’s chime echoed through Clara’s apartment, a sleek, modern space tucked in the city’s quieter fringes, its glass windows catching the afternoon sun.

Kael stood at the threshold, a bottle of lavender massage oil in one hand, a grin curling his lips, his hazel eyes glinting with anticipation.

His dark tee hugged his fit frame, jeans snug,. The door swung open, revealing Clara—white hair cascading in loose waves, framing a mature, voluptuous figure, her green eyes warm with mischief.

Her casual attire—a silky emerald blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a deep cleavage, and tight jeans that clung to her rounded hips—exuded a effortless allure, her breasts jiggling faintly as she shifted.

Her lips, full and glossed, curved into a welcoming smile, her presence radiating a seasoned sensuality, different from her doctor attire.

"Kael," Clara purred, her voice a velvet caress, stepping aside to let him in. "Right on time."

Kael’s grin widened, his hazel eyes flicking over her, taking in the way her blouse strained against her breasts, the denim accentuating her thighs.

"Clara," he said, stepping inside, the door clicking shut behind him. "I’m a man of my word. Here to pay my debt."

She laughed, a throaty sound, leading him into the living room, its plush rugs and low lighting a stark contrast to the Haven’s worn charm.

"I’ve been waiting," she said, her green eyes glinting, gesturing to a massage table in the corner, surrounded by flickering candles, their warm glow casting shadows on the walls.

"Everything’s ready. Want something to eat or drink?"

"Water’s fine," Kael said, setting the oil bottle on a side table, his gaze lingering on Clara as she moved to the kitchen, her hips swaying, her blouse slipping slightly to reveal more cleavage, the motion deliberate, teasing.

She returned with a glass, her fingers brushing his as she handed it over, a spark of their old chemistry flaring.

Kael sipped, the cool water grounding him, and they fell into light talk—reminiscing about his superhero days, her clinic’s chaos, their shared history of late-night visits and heated moments.

Clara’s laughter was warm, her green eyes locked on his, her body leaning closer, her breasts brushing the table’s edge, jiggling softly.

The air thickened, anticipation coiling, and she stood, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

"Let’s get started."

She led him to the massage table, its surface draped in soft linens, the candles’ scent mingling with lavender.

Clara turned, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse, letting it slide off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her full breasts, her nipples faintly visible through the fabric.

She unzipped her jeans, shimmying them down her hips, stepping out to reveal matching black panties, the thin lace hugging her rounded ass, a hint of dampness already darkening the crotch.

Her body was a fine piece of mature allure—soft curves, toned thighs, a slight sheen of sweat glistening in the candlelight.

She climbed onto the table, lying face-down, her white hair spilling like silk, her voice a husky murmur. "I’m ready, Kael."

Kael warmed the oil in his palms, the slick liquid catching the candlelight, its lavender scent filling the air.

He started at her shoulders, his strong hands kneading her muscles, working out knots with firm, rhythmic presses, his fingers gliding over her smooth skin, slick and warm.

"Ahhhh~ That’s the spot" Clara sighed, a soft moan escaping, her body relaxing under his touch, her breaths deepening.

He moved down her back, his thumbs tracing her spine, loosening tension, her skin flushing pink, her moans growing more erotic, a low, needy hum that stirred Kael’s pulse.

His hands roamed her sides, brushing the swell of her breasts, teasing without lingering, her body arching slightly, inviting more.

The massage shifted, the air thickening with desire.

Kael’s hands slid to her ass, his fingers squeezing her plump cheeks, spreading them gently, kneading the flesh with a slow rhythm.

Clara’s moans deepened, her hips shifting, her panties wedging between her cheeks, the lace taut against her skin.

His thumbs grazed the edges, teasing closer to her core, her thighs parting slightly, a silent plea.

His fingers slipped lower, brushing her pussy through the damp lace, eliciting a sharp gasp, her body tensing, then melting.

He tugged the panties aside, his fingertips finding her slick folds, circling her clit with featherlight strokes, coaxing a throaty moan.

Clara’s hips rocked, her breaths ragged, her white hair fanning across the table.

Kael’s touch grew bolder, his fingers sliding inside her, her warmth enveloping him, tight and wet.

He curled his fingers, stroking her inner walls, his thumb pressing her clit, setting a steady rhythm that drew desperate whimpers, her ass lifting, urging him deeper.

"Kael," she gasped, her voice breaking, her body trembling.

His pace quickened, fingering thrusting into her, her juices coating his hand, the wet sounds mingling with her cries.

"I’m cumming!" she yelled, her hips bucking, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she climaxed, a gush of juices squirting onto the table, her thighs quivering, her moans echoing, her body collapsing in a shuddering heap.

Kael eased his fingers out, his grin wicked, his hazel eyes locked on her flushed form.

"Turn over," he murmured, his voice a low command. Clara complied, her green eyes hazy with pleasure, her body pliant as she lay on her back, her breasts heaving in the lacy bra.

Kael’s fingers unhooked it, sliding the straps down her arms, her full breasts spilling free, nipples hard and pink, begging for attention.

"I’ll make you cum with just these," he said, his voice a velvet challenge, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing gently, his thumbs brushing her nipples.

Clara’s lips curved, her green eyes glinting.

"That’s a challenge," she purred, her voice husky. "Do it, and I’ll give you a gift." Her thighs shifted, her panties still askew, her arousal glistening.

Kael’s hands worked her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, his fingers rolling her nipples, pinching lightly, a faint surge of his Empathetic Resonance amplifying her sensitivity, sending shivers through her.

Clara’s moans grew louder, her back arching, her thighs clenching as he alternated—stroking, flicking, then leaning down to lick one nipple, his tongue swirling, sucking gently, her gasps sharp, desperate.

He switched to the other, his teeth grazing, his hands squeezing, her body writhing, her breaths hitching into cries.

Her thighs spread wide, her hips bucking, and with a final, shuddering moan, she climaxed again, her pussy pulsing, a fresh squirt of juices soaking her panties, her green eyes fluttering shut, her body trembling with bliss.

Panting, Clara grinned, her voice weak but playful.

"My turn to reward you," she said, shifting on the table, her body sliding until her head hung loosely over the edge, her white hair cascading like a waterfall, pooling on the floor.

She closed her eyes, her lips parting, her mouth open, inviting.

"It’s all yours," she murmured, her tongue flicking out, teasing.

Kael’s pulse raced, his hazel eyes darkening as he unzipped his jeans, his throbbing cock springing free, thick and pulsing, already slick with pre-cum.

He stepped closer, guiding himself to her lips, her breath warm against his tip.

He teased her mouth with shallow strokes, her tongue swirling, her lips closing around him, sucking gently, drawing a low groan from his throat.

He took his time, savoring her warmth, then pushed deeper, her throat relaxing, her lips stretching as he slid further, his balls brushing her nose, her moan vibrating against him.

He thrust steadily, deep-throating her, her gags soft, eager, her hands gripping his thighs, her body arching, urging him on.

The heat built, his cock throbbing, and as he neared the edge, he pulled out, his hand stroking himself, his cum erupting in thick streaks, splattering her breasts and stomach, painting her skin in glistening arcs.

Clara chuckled, her green eyes opening, her voice a sultry tease. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Messy boy," she said, taking the tissue Kael offered, wiping herself clean, her breasts jiggling, her panties still damp.

She lay back, her body relaxed, but her eyes glinted, hungry for more.

"Not done yet," she murmured, spreading her thighs, her fingers tugging her panties down, tossing them aside, her pussy glistening, inviting.

Kael’s grin returned, his fingers sliding between her thighs, rubbing her clit with slow, teasing circles, her moans rising anew, her hips rocking.

He climbed onto the table, positioning himself between her legs, his cock hard again, brushing her entrance. He entered her in a slow thrust, her warmth enveloping him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

They moved in missionary, his thrusts deep, rhythmic, her breasts bouncing, her moans filling the room, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Harder," she gasped, and he obliged, his pace quickening, the table creaking, her pussy clenching, her climax building.

Clara pushed him back, her green eyes wild, and shifted to her knees, her ass raised, her hands spreading her cheeks, her pussy dripping. Kael gripped her hips, entering her doggy-style, his thrusts powerful, his balls slapping her clit, her moans a desperate crescendo, her white hair swaying, her body rocking back to meet him.

The intensity surged, her ass jiggling, her pussy tightening, and she came again, her cry raw, her juices soaking the table, her body trembling.

Kael pulled out and without a bread he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist in a stand-and-carry, her arms around his neck, her green eyes locked on his.

He thrust upward, hitting deep, her moans a throaty wail, her pussy clenching, the angle driving her wild.

Clara bounced on his cock, as it hit deep into her, she could feel his entire length ravaging her insides.

Their rhythm synced, their breaths ragged, and as Kael’s climax neared, Clara’s hit, her body convulsing, her pussy pulsing, her juices dripping down his thighs.

Kael groaned, deep and guttural, his cum spilling inside her, their shared release a shuddering peak, their bodies locked in a trembling embrace.

He lowered her to the table, her body limp.

His cum dripped from her pussy like drool, pooling beneath her on the table, her breaths heavy, exhausted, her green eyes half-lidded, a sated smile on her lips.

Her nipples still hard.

Kael looked down at her, his chest heaving, his hazel eyes warm, the candles flickering, their light dancing on their sweat-slicked skin. The room was quiet, save for their breaths, the lavender scent lingering, a fleeting escape from the Haven’s looming challenges.

He then slid beside her on the narrow table, his hand went on to squeeze her hip, the oil still warm in his palms.

"Debt cleared?" he teased, his voice low, his grin warm.

Clara’s laugh was breathless, her green eyes glinting.

"For now," she murmured, her fingers brushing his chest, a hint of future promises.