Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)
Chapter 217: Afterglow

Chapter 217: Afterglow

Kael and Liss lay sprawled on the padded floor of her basement training bunker, their naked bodies warm and tingling, slick with sweat from the raw, electric fuck they’d just shared.

The air hummed with the faint aftershock of Liss’s lightning, ozone mingling with the musky scent of their sex.

Liss nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, her full, firm tits pressed to his side, her blonde hair loose and damp, strands clinging to her flushed face.

Her fingers traced lazy circles near his ribs, brushing his damp skin, while Kael stroked her hair, tucking a stray lock behind her ear, his touch gentle, lingering.

She tilted her face up, her blue eyes glinting with mischief, her lips brushing his jaw in a soft, teasing kiss.

"Nothing like a fuck after a good training session," she murmured, her voice husky, her grin wicked. "Muscles loose, blood pumping, endorphins sky-high. You should make this part of your rehab program, Kael."

"Ya I should I guess." He chuckled, his hand sliding down her back, fingers grazing the curve of her toned, perfect ass, still red from their earlier play.

"I’ll jot it down for the manual," he said, his voice low, warm, his cock stirring faintly at her closeness, her pussy warm against his thigh.

They lay in the still heat of their afterglow, the bunker’s hum a soft backdrop, their breaths syncing in the quiet.

"This room’s soundproof, right?" Kael asked, a sudden flush of panic in his eyes, recalling how loud their moans and screams had been.

Liss grinned, her finger dragging down his chest, teasing his nipple, a spark of mischief in her gaze. "Yeah, no one hears shit. Well, except maybe my dad—he’s got access to the camera feed."

Kael bolted upright, his heart lurching, eyes wide. "Liss—!"

"Kidding," she said, laughing, her hand pressing him back down, her tits brushing his arm, her ass shifting against the floor. "Relax, hero. No one’s watching your cock in action."

He exhaled, flopping back beside her, his hand smacking her ass lightly, drawing a playful yelp. "One of these days, you’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack."

"You’ll die happy," she teased, her lips grazing his neck, her pussy nudging his thigh, a lingering heat in her touch.

They laughed, the sound warm, cutting through the bunker’s sterile hum.

Eventually, Liss sat up, her hair cascading down her bare back, her tits full and flushed, her narrow waist flaring into wide, curvaceous hips, her ass a perfect, red curve as she leaned against the wall.

"Shower together?" she offered, her voice casual but laced with invitation, her blue eyes glinting. "You’re sweaty as fuck."

Kael raised an eyebrow, his gaze roaming her glistening body, her pussy still slick, her ass red and inviting. "You’re not exactly fresh either," he shot back, his smirk playful.

"All the more reason," she purred, leaning closer, her tits brushing his chest, her breath hot against his ear.

He smiled but shook his head, his hand brushing her thigh, a reluctant pull back.

"No time. Gotta get back and prepare dinner, check on Freya. And Rhea would be coming soon, angry with your complaints, I have to handle that too. Maybe I’ll grab her something on the way."

Liss sighed, her lips pouting, but her eyes sparkled with understanding. "Ugh, responsibility’s such a buzzkill."

They dressed in comfortable silence, the air still charged between them.

Kael slid on his boots, his t shirt slung over his shoulder, while Liss pulled on a white bra and shorts, the fabric hugging her curves, her ass bouncing slightly as she moved.

She leaned against the wall, her posture relaxed but sensual, her breasts straining the bra, her hips cocked.

"What’s your plan for new villains until I hit S-Class?" she asked, her tone curious, her fingers twirling a loose strand of hair.

Kael stood, buttoning up, his eyes meeting hers.

"I will work with Freya and Rhea. Turn them into a real team. They’re raw, but have a lot of potential if guided in the right way. Also, I need someone watching their backs when they go out. And mine, too."

She tilted her head, her grin sly. "You want me to supervise?"

"Only when you’re free," he said, his voice warm, grateful. "I’ll schedule around you."

"Done," Liss said instantly, her tone firm, her blue eyes unwavering. "You’re not doing this alone, Kael. I’ve got you."

He nodded, a quiet gratitude in his gaze, her unshakable presence a anchor in his chaotic world. Liss was always there—loud, teasing, but solid beneath it, a constant he could lean into.

And Liss stood to her word.

She was there.

When Freya faced the naked Bear-Woman, Liss stood above on a building, arms crossed, her suit gleaming, watching with a predator’s focus as Freya’s ice shattered the beast’s bones and muscles.

She was there.

When Rhea and Freya dove into the sewers to battle the rat horde. Liss was above the ground by Clara’s car, pressed close to Kael, her thigh brushing his, her warmth a quiet reassurance as Clara watched from the sidelines, her green eyes sharp, silent but knowing.

She was there.

When the team went to get the Haunter Twins, she stood watch, ready to leap into the fray. As the battle raged, the twins’ threat loomed over Kael, endangering his life.

Also.

Kael kept visiting her, training her, pushing her limits in the bunker.

Each session saw Liss rise, her lightning sharper, her control tighter, her body stronger.

Until the day she hit S-Class, in record time.

Made the impossible possible.

.

The afternoon sun bathed the city in a golden glow, its light glinting off skyscrapers as Kael strode in the city, going back to the Haven, his t-shirt snug against his lean chest, jeans hugging his thighs.

He got the next mission for the Reaper from the Department of the Superhuman Affairs and was thinking about the best strategy for the team to finish it.

When.

His focus shifted to a newsstand’s holo-screen.

The headline screamed: Lightning Lass Ascends to S-Class: A New Powerhouse Rises!

Liss’s electric blue eyes stared back, her superhero suit glowing ,her lightning bolt emblem stark against her chest, the city abuzz with her triumph.

Kael grinned, pulling out his phone and typing a quick message: Congrats Liss, S-Class. You crushed it. You finally reached where you belong.

He hit send, pocketing the phone, and resumed his walk.

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