Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 183: After appointment

Kael and Clara lay tangled on the Haven’s worn sofa, their bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with the musk of their sex, the sofa’s creaks fading into the creaky silence, their breaths slowing, her white hair splayed across his chest, her voluptuous curves soft against him, her green skin glowing faintly.

The distant clank of the gym had stopped, the Haven’s halls quiet.

KNOCK KNOCK!

A sharp knock jolted them, the door beside Lila’s rattling, followed by Tila’s voice, loud and crude, cutting through the quiet.

"Kael! That is you right? You fuckin’ someone in there, you horny bastard? Bet you’re balls deep, you filthy perv!" Her knocks grew insistent, the door creaking under her fist, her voice dripping with venom.

Kael chuckled, his hazel eyes glinting, his voice low. "That’s Tila, Lila’s twin. She has got a mouth like a sewer."

Clara’s lips curled into a smile, her green eyes sparkling, her lab coat now loosely draped over her naked body, the white fabric clinging to her curves, her pussy still damp, its scent lingering.

"Filthy mouth, huh? Sounds like you will find a good use for it soon," she teased, her voice husky, leaning in for one last kiss, slow and sensual, her tongue teasing his, her lips soft, her breath warm, the kiss deep and erotic, her breasts pressing against him, the sofa creaking softly, the air charged with their heat.

She pulled back, her white hair falling loose, her lab coat swishing as she slipped on her clothes—a tight blouse and skirt, hugging her curves.

"Don’t get into too much trouble, hero," she said, her voice playful, grabbing her medical bag, the clink of tools sharp., "Guess, I won’t be using this thermometer anymore."

Kael waved as she sauntered out, her hips swaying, the Haven’s creaky door groaning as she left, the scent of her antiseptic and arousal fading.

Moments later, the front door creaked open, and Freya and Rhea strode in, sweaty and flushed from the gym, their workout dresses clinging to their athletic, curvaceous forms.

Freya’s outfit was a sleek, navy sports bra and matching leggings, the fabric hugging her toned curves, sweat glistening on her broad shoulders and flat stomach, the bra’s straps accentuating her firm breasts, the leggings tracing her powerful thighs, her platinum-cyan hair tied in a messy bun, strands sticking to her neck.

Rhea wore a fiery red crop top and black shorts, the top barely containing her ample chest, sweat soaking the fabric, highlighting her toned abs, the shorts riding high on her thick thighs, her fiery red hair loose and damp, her grin sharp, the air around them tangy with sweat and effort.

"How’s Lila?" Freya asked, her voice professional but edged with concern, wiping sweat from her brow, her sports bra shifting, her leggings glinting under the dim lights, the gym’s clank still echoing in her stance.

Kael leaned against the sofa, his t-shirt rumpled, his jeans zipped, his voice calm.

"Clara checked her. Said she fainted from stress, probably something spooked her on the mission. I’ll talk to her when she wakes."

Rhea crossed her arms, her crop top straining, her shorts riding up, her voice blunt.

"Lila’s a liability until she’s stable, Kael. I don’t want her in REAPER messing up with our missions. She’s gotta sort her shit out first."

Kael nodded, his hazel eyes steady, his tone agreeing. "True. She’s off the roster till we figure this out."

Rhea’s grin returned, her dark eyes glinting, her voice teasing, her sweaty skin gleaming, the air warm around her.

"So, should I go take a shower, or would you like my sweaty ass to facesit you first?" She leaned closer, her crop top’s hem lifting, her abs flexing, her scent—sweat, heat, musk—sharp, the Haven’s creaky quiet amplifying her taunt.

Kael chuckled, his grin wry, waving her off. "I’m good, Rhea. Go wash that stink off."

Freya’s eyes narrowed, her voice sharp, pointing at Kael’s jeans pocket, her sports bra tight, her leggings catching the light, her bun loosening, her tone irritated.

"What’s that?"

Kael frowned, his hand dipping into his pocket, pulling out a scrap of white fabric—a pair of lacy panties, delicate and distinctly not Freya’s or Rhea’s.

The room froze, the Haven’s creaky silence deafening, the panties dangling from his fingers, their scent faintly sweet, familiar, the air thick with tension, Freya’s blue eyes blazing, Rhea’s grin fading, her amber eyes wide.

"You fucked that bitch," Rhea said, her voice low, accusing, irritated.

"We leave you for one hour, and this happens?" Freya snapped, her tone annoyed, irritation palpable, her hands on her hips, the air charged with her frustration, the creaky floor groaning under her stance.

Kael’s grin faltered, his hazel eyes flicking to the panties, his voice caught.

....

A safe distance away, Clara sat in her car, the engine humming. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"He must’ve loved my gift," she giggled to herself, her voice playful, her fingers brushing her thigh, her lab coat folded beside her, the memory of slipping the panties into Kael’s pocket during their sofa romp sparking a sly grin, her body still tingling, her naked pussy dripped on the car seat.

____________________

Lila’s world was a void, a suffocating darkness that pressed against her skin, cold and endless, the air thick with a damp, earthy reek, like rotting leaves and forgotten graves.

No light, no stars, just an abyss that swallowed her senses, her heart pounding, her breaths shallow, her gown clinging to her sweat-soaked body.

A skittering sound erupted, sharp and relentless—chitinous legs scraping, clicking, a thousand unseen insects swarming the unseen ground, their whispers a cacophony of hunger, crawling closer, their tiny claws brushing her bare feet, her ankles, her calves, prickling like needles, her scream caught in her throat, her legs stumbling forward, blind, desperate.

She ran, the darkness unyielding, the insect chorus rising, a frenzied hum of wings and mandibles, their bodies brushing her arms, her neck, tangling in her black curls, their weight dragging, pulling, her hands flailing, swatting at nothing, the skitters louder, faster, a tide of creeping things nipping at her heels, their hisses a mocking chant.

The ground sloped, jagged rocks cutting her feet, the air growing colder, sharper, the insect swarm relentless, their claws hooking her gown, tearing, her breaths gasping, her chest burning, the darkness a living thing, squeezing her, taunting her.

A cliff’s edge loomed, sudden and stark, the ground vanishing beneath her toes, a yawning chasm below, its depths roaring with wind, the insect sounds swelling, a crescendo of skittering madness, their bodies crawling up her legs, her thighs, her screams finally breaking free, raw and ragged, echoing into the void.

She spun, her back to the abyss, her eyes wide but blind, the creepy crawlies surging, a writhing mass, their hisses a chorus of doom, and then—silence, sudden and eerie, the swarm parting, their skitters fading, a new sound rising, heavy, deliberate, a crunch of massive limbs on stone.

From the darkness towered a giant cockroach, its carapace gleaming like oil, its antennae twitching, each as long as her arm, its mandibles clicking, its eyes—black, endless voids—locking onto her, its voice a guttural rasp, unnatural, mocking.

"Yo," it said, its mandibles spreading, a grotesque grin, its legs shifting, the ground trembling, its stench—rancid, chemical—choking her, her knees buckling, her scream swallowed as the cockroach lunged, its claws reaching, the cliff crumbling beneath her, the abyss pulling, her world collapsing into terror.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Lila jolted awake, her scream tearing through the Haven’s dim room, her black curls plastered to her sweat-drenched face, her gown twisted, her chest heaving, her pale eyes wide with fear, the bed’s springs creaking under her trembling body, the air stale, the power-suppressing collar cold against her throat.

Her hands clawed the blanket, her breaths gasping, the nightmare’s skitters echoing in her ears, her skin crawling, the darkness of the room too close, too real, her heart a frantic drum, her shivering uncontrollable.

Kael sat by her bedside, his hazel eyes sharp with concern.

He noticed her fear instantly, her pale eyes darting, her trembling lips, and leaned forward, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close, his warmth a stark contrast to the dream’s chill, his scent—clean, faintly spicy—grounding her, the bed creaking softly.

"Lila, it’s okay, I’m here," he murmured, his voice low, steady, his hand stroking her back, her curls brushing his cheek, the Haven’s quiet amplifying their closeness.

Lila hugged him back, tight, her arms clenching around his back, his shoulders, her shivering body pressed against him, her grip fierce, her nails digging into his shirt, her fear raw, palpable, her breaths ragged against his neck, her pain a pulse he could feel, her collar glinting faintly.

Kael’s chest tightened, her desperation cutting deep, her trembling a silent plea, her strength surprising despite her frailty.

He thanked God for the power-suppressing collar, a fleeting thought flashing—without it, she’d have squeezed him like a toothpaste tube being rolled over by a car tire.