Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 79: pounded

"I’ve got a gift for you, Kael"

Kael’s heart thundered, a primal rhythm in his chest, as Rhea stood before him, her superhero costume a crimson fantasy that had burned in his mind since the day she first wore it.

The fabric traced every curve of her toned body, accentuating the swell of her hips, the taut lines of her thighs, and the fierce, magnetic allure that radiated from her.

Her amber eyes smoldered, twin embers burning with intent, and her sultry smile was a vow—a promise of pleasure so consuming it drowned out the doubts clawing at the edges of his mind.

This wasn’t just seduction.

It was Rhea staking her claim, a silent declaration of victory in the unspoken war with Freya for his desire.

The thought of Freya’s icy beauty flickered briefly, but Rhea’s presence burned it away.

She was fire, raw and unyielding, and Kael wanted to be consumed.

She stepped closer, her gaze never leaving his, her scent—smoke and spice, with a hint of something feral—enveloping him like a spell. His breath hitched, his body responding before his mind could catch up, a tightening coil of need low in his core.

Her gloved hands, brushed his thighs, the lightest graze of leather against denim igniting his skin.

The sensation was electric, a spark that raced up his spine and settled heavy in his groin.

She lingered there, her touch tracing, teasing, as if savoring the way his muscles tensed beneath her fingers.

Rhea’s lips curved, a knowing smirk, as she caught his gaze.

With a slow, unhinged motion, she grasped the zipper, her gloved fingers gleaming faintly in the low light.

The metal teeth whispered as she tugged it upward, stopping just below her upper stomach.

The elastic fabric tightened, molding to her body like liquid sin, forcing her full, luscious breasts together.

They swelled against the costume’s edges, squeezed into a perfect, plush vise, her nipples hardening visibly beneath the taut material.

The sight was a masterpiece of erotic provocation—her breasts framed like an offering, a sacred relic of desire laid bare for him alone.

gulp

Kael’s mouth went dry, his cock twitching in his pants as he drank in the vision before him.

She sank to her knees between his legs, her movements liquid and predatory, each shift of her body a calculated act of seduction.

Her amber eyes locked onto his, daring him to look away, to resist the pull of her.

She was a hunter, and he was her willing prey.

Her gloved hands moved to his waistband, fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants, the sound of the zipper loud in the charged silence.

With a single, fluid tug, she yanked his pants and underwear down, freeing his cock. It sprang up, rigid and pulsing, the tip already glistening with precum.

The cool air kissed his skin, a stark contrast to the heat of her gaze, and Kael’s breath caught as she leaned forward.

Her breath ghosted over his tip, a hot, teasing whisper that sent a shudder through him.

She paused, letting the moment stretch, the anticipation a delicious torment.

Then, with a languid flick of her tongue, she lapped at the bead of precum, the contact so fleeting yet so intense it pulled a low groan from his throat.

Her lips parted, enveloping him, and Kael’s world narrowed to the slick, warm heaven of her mouth.

She moved slowly, slippery, her tongue swirling around his shaft in lazy, teasing strokes.

Each bob of her head was a study in control, her lips gliding along his length, drenching him in saliva that mingled with his precum to create a glistening, slippery sheen.

Her gloved hands joined the dance, one gripping the base of his cock, the leather cool against his heated skin, while the other teased his tip, coaxing more precum to drip onto her palm.

She spread the slickness all over his shaft with care, her fingers gliding over him, each touch a spark that fanned the flames of his arousal.

Kael’s hands fisted in the sheets, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust.

Then, with a wicked glint in her eyes, Rhea leaned back, her breasts still squeezed tightly by the costume’s upward pull, the fabric molding them into a perfect, plush channel.

She guided his cock between them, into the warm, soft valley of her cleavage.

The sensation was overwhelming—her breasts enveloped him like a tight, silken pussy, the costume’s edges grazing his skin in a maddening contrast to the heat of her flesh.

Kael’s moan was raw, unfiltered, as she began to move, sliding her breasts up and down in a slow, rhythmic dance.

The slickness of her saliva and his precum made each glide frictionless, a delicious torment that had his hips twitching, his body trembling under her control.

She pressed her breasts tighter, her gloved hands squeezing them into an unyielding vise, the pressure exquisite.

Her nipples, hard and teasing, brushed his shaft with every downward motion, sending electric jolts through him. Rhea dipped her head, her tongue darting out to lave the tip of his cock with featherlight licks, her saliva dripping onto her chest, making her breasts glisten.

The crimson fabric framed them like a sacred altar, her scarred skin a canvas of desire, her amber eyes burning into his with a fierceness that stole his breath. The sight was pure, unadulterated sin, and Kael was lost in it.

"Fuck, Rhea," he rasped, his voice raw, his body teetering on the edge.

She smirked, her movements quickening just enough to push him closer.

It’s funny how once, he’d been the one to ignite her fire, to tease her urges; now, she wielded that power which left him breathless.

Karma?

She slid her tits up, squeezing harder, her tongue flicking the tip, and Kael’s control shattered.

"Rhea, I’m gonna—" Her gloved hand shot to his abdomen, pinning him down, her sultry smile a silent command to surrender.

With a final, tight slide of her breasts, Kael’s moan tore from his throat, his body convulsing as he came.

Thick ropes of cum splashed across her face, her chest, streaking the crimson costume in white.

Rhea’s eyes gleamed, triumphant, as she wiped a streak from her cheek with her gloved finger, sucking it off with a slow, erotic grin.

"You fucking love this, don’t you?" she purred, her voice a velvet lash, dripping with heat. "I’m just getting started."

She rose, her movements languid, and climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs.

Her lips found his neck, teasing the sensitive skin with soft, open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers down his spine.

Her tongue traced lazy, scorching circles along his jaw, his chest, each touch reigniting the fire in his veins. Kael’s cock pulsed back to life, hardening under her touch, and Rhea’s grin widened, sensing his need.

"Not done yet," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot against his skin.

She kissed him deeply, her tongue claiming his mouth in a slow, sensual dance.

Her hands roamed his chest, nails grazing his skin, leaving faint red trails that stung deliciously.

She shifted, turning to straddle him reverse cowgirl, her crimson costume clinging to her hips and thighs, the fabric taut as she glanced back at him.

Her amber eyes glinted with playful seduction, a promise of more to come.

She lowered herself, not taking him inside but pressing her hips against his cock, the costume’s tight fabric smushing his length as she began a sensual lap dance.

rub rub rub

Her ass, bulging through the crimson suit, ground against him in slow, hypnotic circles, the smooth fabric a torturous contrast to the warmth of her body.

Each roll of her hips was teasing his shaft with slick, heated friction.

Kael’s hands found her waist, fingers digging into the costume, the sight of her—half-costumed, fierce, and utterly in control—driving him wild.

She tilted her head, catching his gaze, that sultry smile never fading.

The sensation was maddening, each grind of her hips a delicious torment that pushed him closer to the edge.

Kael’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as she worked him, her movements a slow, sensual rhythm that left him aching for release.

The crimson costume hugged her curves, amplifying her allure, and Kael couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way it molded to her ass, the fabric glistening with their combined fluids.

Rhea’s chuckle was warm, teasing, as she felt him tense beneath her.

"You really have a thing for superhero costumes, huh?" she murmured, her voice laced with amusement.

Is she trying to remind me that out of the two only she is a superhero?

rub rub rub rub rub

His control snapped, and he sat up, grabbing her waist with a possessive grip. His fingers hooked into the costume, tugging it down to her thighs, the fabric pooling at her knees.

He bent her over the bed, her ass raised, her scars glowing under the dim light like a map of her strength.

The sight was intoxicating, and Kael’s hand cracked against her cheek, a sharp slap that drew a surprised moan from her lips.

The sound was music, a symphony of pleasure that spurred him on.

He slapped his cock against her pussy, teasing her entrance.

Then, with a single, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, her warmth gripping him like a vise.

"Ahn~" Rhea’s moan was raw, unrestrained, as he filled her, her body rocking back to meet him.

Kael grabbed her crimson hair, pulling gently as he thrust, his other hand delivering another sharp spank to her ass.

The sound echoed in the room, a primal rhythm that matched their movements.

"Harder," she breathed, her voice a sultry command, and Kael obliged, his pace relentless, his grin mirroring hers.

He shifted her, lifting one of her legs onto the bed, angling deeper, hitting a spot that made her pussy clench around him.

Their rhythm synced, raw and primal, their moans blending into a crescendo of pleasure. The tension built, a tightening coil, until they came together, Rhea’s climax shuddering through her as Kael spilled inside, their bodies trembling in unison.

They collapsed onto the bed, breathless, their skin slick with sweat.

Rhea curled into him, her lips brushing his chest, his jaw, trailing soft, reverent kisses to his mouth.

She nestled closer, her voice soft, vulnerable, a stark contrast to the fire she’d wielded moments before.

"Thank you, Kael," she murmured, her amber eyes warm, unguarded. "For everything... I don’t hear that annoying noise in my head anymore. No nightmares. It’s... quiet now. Because of you."

Kael brushed a strand of crimson hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek, caressing her gently.

"I just showed you another way, Rhea," he said, his voice low, sincere. "You let the change happen. You chose this—became who you are. I couldn’t have convinced you if you didn’t want it."

She smiled, a rare, genuine warmth that made his chest ache, and kissed him, slow and deep, their lips lingering as exhaustion claimed them.

They slipped into sleep, her body pressed against his, her breath soft against his skin, the Haven quiet around them.