Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 254: defiance

Tila hated that she loved it, hated it with every breath she tried to steady, her pussy tingling faintly despite her defiance.

"Can you sleep like this?" Kael asked suddenly, his voice low, husky, a velvet rasp that vibrated against her sensitive nerves, sending a shiver through her core.

Tila scoffed, rolling her black eyes, though he couldn’t see.

"As if I can’t," she muttered, her voice sharp, trying to mask the heat creeping up her cheeks.

Kael chuckled softly, the vibrations from his chest rolling into her spine, a warm ripple that made her pussy clench instinctively.

He leaned closer, his breath kissing her nape, a teasing caress that set her skin ablaze.

"You know, you’re like a marshmallow with claws," he murmured, his voice a low purr, laced with affection. "All soft and squishy inside, pretending to be dangerous."

Tila’s ears twitched, her black eyes widening, a wildfire of heat flushing her cheeks.

"D-Don’t say weird stuff!" she hissed, wriggling in his arms, her voice lacking venom, only embarrassment, a desperate attempt to keep from melting into his warmth, her pussy throbbing faintly.

His arms tightened, not possessively but reassuringly, letting her know he wasn’t going anywhere, his body a steady anchor against her storm.

His hand slid lower, brushing gently along her spine, a slow, tender touch that sent sparks through her.

"Is the tail uncomfortable?" he asked, his voice soft, intimate, a question that felt like a caress.

Tila hesitated, biting her lip, her black eyes flickering.

"...Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible, her pussy tingling with nervous anticipation.

"Want me to take it out?" Kael murmured, his lips brushing the side of her neck, voice dropping to a low, resonant growl that rumbled through her, straight to her core.

Her breath hitched.

Her heart fluttered.

Her pussy clenched hard, slick and aching, as if his voice alone was enough to fuck her.

She swallowed.

Her voice came out hoarse, barely there. "...Yes."

Kael smiled against her skin.

He slipped a hand down her thigh and lifted the frilly hem of her maid skirt with maddening care, the lace brushing over her hips like a tease on purpose.

Her panties—simple, cotton, soaked—clung to her heat.

He tugged them down slowly, watching them peel away from her wet folds before sliding them down to her knees.

Then his fingers brushed the base of the tail plug.

Even the lightest touch made her flinch.

Her asshole clenched hard around the plug in reflex, her whole body tense, shivering.

Her pussy throbbed—wet, needy—dripping from the pressure alone.

Kael’s breath was warm against her ear as he spoke, soft but edged with amusement.

"Tila, you’re gripping it like it’s the only thing holding you together."

She gasped, her tail twitching behind her, black eyes going wide.

"T-That’s your fault, pervert!" she snapped, breathless. "You told me to wear it—now take it out!"

Kael chuckled low, dragging his fingers up the curve of her back as he pressed his chest closer, mouth brushing just beneath her ear. "Mmm... that’s true. But fuck—you wear it so well."

He kissed her neck, slow.

Once.

Then again, lower, letting his lips drag across the heat in her skin.

"Shhh," he whispered. "Breathe. Let go. You’re safe with me."

His other hand caressed her hip, grounding her, while the one at the base of the plug stayed still—waiting.

Not pulling yet. Just holding. Her breath shook. Her thighs trembled.

"You’re doing amazing. You’re strong... but you don’t always have to be. Not with me."

Her breath hitched, her black eyes softening, something inside her crumbling—not shattering, but melting, like the final wall of defiance dissolving in the warmth of his voice.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, her pussy slick with arousal, her body betraying her resolve.

His hand moved, sliding across her hip, dipping beneath, his fingertips finding her slick pussy with ease, brushing through her folds until he found her clit.

"W-What are you doing?!" she gasped, her voice breathless, her black eyes wide with shock, her pussy throbbing under his touch.

"Helping you relax," Kael murmured, his fingers rubbing firm, slow circles over her clit, each motion a spark of pleasure that sent waves crashing through her. "This is how it works."

Tila trembled, her body bucking into his touch before she could stop it, her pussy clenching, her mind screaming to resist but her body surrendering.

"K-Kael... ah... stop... d-don’t..." she gasped, her voice frantic, high, but the words were empty—she didn’t want him to stop, not even a little.

His fingers moved expertly, no rush, just perfect, slow friction that built a fire in her core, her pussy slick and throbbing, her legs parting slightly without her meaning to.

She felt bare, exposed, yet safe, her black eyes fluttering shut, her moans slipping free despite her efforts.

"Please... please, I need... something, I need—" she whimpered, her voice breaking, her pussy aching for more.

Kael’s fingers paused, the sudden stillness a torment, her pussy pulsing with need.

Then, with one practiced tug, he eased the plug free from her clenched muscles, the sensation sharp and overwhelming.

Tila’s breath caught, her body arching, a wave of pleasure exploding through her like an eruption, her pussy clenching, her black eyes wide.

"Aahhh~!" She came with a loud, unrestrained cry, her hips jerking, legs tensing, tail twitching in wild little motions, her world swimming in a haze of blinding white heat.

She collapsed, limp, boneless, her breath fast and erratic, her skin glowing with sweat, her pussy still fluttering with aftershocks.

Kael held her close, his hand sliding to gently rub her stomach, grounding her, his touch warm and steady.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice soft, affectionate, his lips brushing her neck.

Tila wanted to punch him, to scream, to call him a pervert, to accuse him of some dark magic.

But instead, she let out a small, barely audible breath, a whisper trembling with vulnerability.

"Shut up... and hold me."

Kael smiled into her skin, his hazel eyes warm, his arms tightening around her, obeying her quiet plea.

His lips didn’t move, his embrace a steady anchor, and for the first time in a long, long time, Tila felt safe, warm, and just a little bit loved.

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