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The Riddle of Romance - 4 (FINALE)
🕑 Added 2024-10-05 04:41:45 +0000 UTCEddie was no innocent virgin. He’d enjoyed the company of women before. Just… never quite like this. And certainly not with a woman like Selina Kyle.
She was sex wrapped up in dark leather - though, at the moment she was no longer wrapped up in anything. There was not a single stitch of clothing on her body now. Or on his, for that matter. Both of them naked, both of them locked together on his creaking bed. Locked together in a most intimate sense.
He felt her lips slurp away from his cock.
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…” He heard the woman mutter. “Where the hell have you been hiding this fucking thing?”
Selina’s hands kept working over his shaft, pumping him and keeping him hard.
The Riddler could only groan, reluctantly drawing his mouth from her pussy so he could answer her.
“I… uh… ooooh…” Her scent was thick in his nostrils, keeping him pleasantly dazed. So dazed he could hardly speak.
“Rhetorical question, Eddie. Or do you really want me to keep up the small talk?”
“N-no. Go on ahead.”
Selina giggled. The sweet sound made his cock ache and throb in her hands.
“Mmm. I love a man who knows what he wants.”
Her lips slipped over him again, her lovely mouth swallowing him up. He felt her tongue gliding deliciously over his length, bathing his cock in soaking heat.
It was a whole new experience for Eddie, to devour while being devoured in turn. His mouth was filled with dripping wet pussy, his nostrils filled with Selina’s sweet musk. And though he could not see with the infamous Catwoman straddling his face, he could feel her similarly engaged down by his groin. As he licked and lapped and sucked at Selina’s silken pink pussy, she in turn gorged herself on his manhood. Just as Eddie filled his mouth with cunt, Selina filled her mouth with cock. He was engulfed in that heaven, feeling damn near every inch of his swollen shaft glazed with her spit.
Selina bobbed her head, sucking him with new intensity. Faster than before. She was moaning around him, faint little sounds that Eddie caught even through the smothering of the woman’s thighs around his head. They were nice to hear. It meant he was doing good work. With a sudden surge of vigor, he worked his tongue even harder. And Selina, sweet, devious Selina, paid him back in kind.
Until once again, she paused her pleasurable service.
“So sensitive.” She teased him, tapping the tip of his cock against her lips. She licked him, humming as she gathered the flavor that dribbled from the slit. “Your legs are shaking. Is this your first blowjob?”
“No.” Eddie admitted breathlessly. “I’ve had… some experience.”
“As good as me?” Selina pressed him, gripping the base of his shaft. Her fingers squeezed him and he swelled further, feeling like he was about to burst.
“Not even close.” Eddie croaked.
“Good boy.”
Selina dipped back down and sucked. Fast, wet, and sloppy now. It was the sort of treatment to bring a groan man down to a groaning, shivering mess. Helpless as he was, laying on his back with Selina pinning his head with her thighs and soaking cunt, he could do nothing but perform. He had no room to complain, obviously. There was not a single man in all of Gotham - hell, in the entire state - who wouldn’t kill to be where he was, experiencing what he was experiencing.
Eventually, though, Selina withdrew. Mouth and pussy both. She rose from him, leaving his face and groin slick from what she left behind. All Eddie could do was lay there and breathe. When he finally opened his eyes, he was greeted with the vision of Selina in the buff, looming over him on her knees.
She too was taking in deep breaths. Eddie found his eyes drawn to her naked chest, watching it rise and fall and rise and fall… He almost didn’t hear what she said.
“God… and people complain about you running your mouth.” Selina huffed as she spoke.
“It’s gotten me into trouble a few times.” Eddie wiped his lips with the back of his hand. It didn’t get him entirely clean. Some remnants of Selina remained. Eddie licked it up with his tongue.
“Right now it’s the good kind of trouble.” Selina told him, breaking into a tired laugh. Her eyes still held that disarming allure, but there was something else now as well. A hunger. A want. It glittered within the green, desiring. She walked on her knees, moving before his naked middle. She reached out and took his drool-coated cock in hand. Her fingers slid around him, the sensation making him stir and swell. Slowly, slowly, she began to stroke him.
“Your mouth… just wrote a big fat check.” Selina continued. Her hand continued to work, sliding up and down his length. “And this cock… this big, fat cock… can definitely cash it in.”
Selina kept up her stroking, picking up speed. Her fingers gripped him, slipping up and down his slick shaft. Wet sounds filled the bedroom as her pumping hand slid over the thin layer of her own spit. Her words were appealing, certainly. But the feeling of her touch was simply divine.
All Eddie could do was nod.
A lurid and triumphant smile curled at Selina’s cherry red lips. Smeared slightly from the oral affection she’d given to his grateful dick, they glistened with the same allure. The enthralling thief stared down and deep into Eddie’s eyes. Her gaze never wavered as she shifted her stance, placing her knees to straddle his waist. Though she said nothing, those emerald eyes of hers promised Eddie something wonderful.
Realization struck like lightning. Eddie was about to fuck Catwoman.
With one hand, she held his aching cock steady. With the other, she played with herself. Pale, slender fingers running along her glistening cunt. She moved again, hovering over Eddie’s thickened rod.
Then… she sank down. The tip prodded at her, the shaft bending slightly from the resistance. Eddie groaned, feeling the heat and wetness slide over his cockhead. Selina kept him steady, sighing as she eased herself down, letting out faint, little sounds as he slid in, in, and in. Inch after inch, swallowed up by soft, molten heaven.
It looked like heaven, too. Eddie was tempted to just close his eyes and bask in the sensation. But that would mean he would miss the look on Selina’s face. He watched her eyes flutter, watched the twitching of her brow, the flickering across her features as she felt him, engulfed him.
Her lovely face… her naked tits hanging down… the perfection of her toned, lithe body… Selina looked like an angel. An angel with such wicked, sinful eyes.
Selina let out a whimper as her thighs met Eddie’s lap. She shivered, growing tense enough that she grabbed at his shoulders for support. There was a new look to her eyes now, a dazzling fire that burned within. Eddie was feeling much the same, huffing from deep in his chest as heat drenched his cock and gripped him tight. There was no better feeling in the world than being buried to his balls in a woman’s cunt.
Well… there was maybe one better feeling. The feeling when that woman started to move.
Selina started slowly, gently rocking her hips against his. Her pussy tightened around him as she milked his length with lazy, languid strokes. Over and over, each roll of her body picking up just a tiny bit more speed. Getting her body, her cunt, used to him. Each stroke was sweeter than the last, lathering him in slick and splendid heat. Eddie found his hands moving on their own, sliding around Selina’s hips to hold her, feeling a primal satisfaction at the feeling of her warm, soft skin beneath his palms. His hands came to rest at the small of her back, fingers roaming just at the edge of her ass.
He thought of grabbing, groping, taking handfuls like he pleased. He refrained… for now. Listening to Selina’s heated, feverish voice was enough for him.
“Oh…. oooooh… Fuck-” The woman sucked in a ragged gasp, seizing up atop him. Eddie grimaced, feeling her cunt tighten around him, smothering his manhood enough to make him ache. It was a delicious ache. “That’s… You’re fucking huge, Eddie. Shit.”
Eddie Nygma was an intellectual. A thinking man. His interests leaned towards the scholarly, the cerebral. But even he, the paramount mastermind in all of Gotham, couldn’t deny the deep, primal thrill from hearing Selina speak those words to him. It was so base, the satisfaction that resulted from such tawdry praise.
Selina sank down upon him yet again, yelping as her tight cunt swallowed up the entirety of his cock. Her body gripped him, smothered him in exquisite heat. All Eddie could do was groan.
“It’s perfect.” He muttered, growing tense under Selina as she rocked and bucked atop him. Pleasure pumped through his veins, the buzzing warmth seeping into muscle and bone. “You’re perfect. Ah, fuck.”
The truth had spilled out on its own. Any other time, Eddie would have winced, blushed in embarrassment. Not tonight. Not with such a beautiful creature making him feel so alive.
Selina’s sex, that paradise between her legs, felt better than perfect. The feeling of her wrapped around him, how her insides caressed him, squeezed him, milked him… Eddie wondered how he was able to stay sane. This kind of pleasure could drive a man over the edge. Beyond reason. Beyond sanity.
And the view was nice, too. The full expanse of Selina’s taut belly and full, ripe breasts displayed above him, the light from his bedroom’s lamp casting her pale body in a heavenly glow - enough to reveal how her perfect skin glistened with sweat.
She was riding him hard now, working her hips in frantic, feverish strokes. The thief was breathing heavy and ragged, grunting and groaning without elegance or grace. Pure instinct. Pure want. It was the sexiest Eddie had ever seen her.
Selina huffed, pitching her body forward, planting both hands flat on Eddie’s chest. Pinning him to the bed as she rolled her hips over him. The bed was creaking and groaning now and Selina’s eyes were bright with green flame. Staring Eddie down as she fucked him.
A smirk came upon her cherry lips. The sight made Eddie’s gut tighten with heat.
“Bet you never thought your night would end up like this.” She teased him.
“I’ve dreamed about it.” He answered honestly. That earned him a breathless laugh. Selina brought her hand to his face, fingers digging into his cheeks as she rode him even faster. Eddie groaned again, his cock swelling angrily within the tightness of Selina’s cunt. “Fuck.”
“Ha. Is that right? You’ve dreamed about me?”
“Yes.” Eddie hissed. The pleasure was becoming almost too great for him to bear. His eyes snapped shut as Selina’s cunt tightened around him again. Her pussy was silk and heat wrapped so tight that he wanted to howl. His balls ached and clenched. The yearning tightness crept into the pit of his gut. “You’re gorgeous… you’re talented… you’re a dream woman… for any man with… half a brain.”
Selina’s eyes lit up with lurid delight. Her movements grew in their speed and intensity, the woman lifting and dropping her hips at a blistering pace - fucking herself onto Eddie’s fat, throbbing prick. Their bodies slapped together, the contact of skin upon skin making for raunchy, indecent music. Selina moaned loudly and without shame, reveling in the control and the pleasure. All Eddie could do was hang on for the ride.
He grunted, low senseless sounds that were more appropriate from the mouths of beasts. That’s what Selina had turned him into - dragged his sensibilities back to the stone age, made him into little more than a lustful caveman. Not even that, he knew. At least cavemen had the strength to take control.
All the control Eddie could cling to was making sure he didn’t spill. He couldn’t allow that. Selina was a woman without peer. And in the back of his mind, he knew he didn’t want to disappoint.
“I’m your dream girl, huh?” Selina purred. There was amusement in her eyes, swirling along with the blistering desire. It was a look Eddie was all too familiar with - the look that girls knew turned boys and men into stuttering fools.
Eddie, as much as it pained him to admit, was no different.
“Well…” He breathed out, making a valiant attempt to stay at least halfway articulate. “That is to say…”
Selina shook her head. Her smile grew, turning devious. Predatory.
“Uh-uh. Answer me.”
For perhaps the first time in his life, Eddie Nygma was at a loss for words. He winced - and not from the lovely sensations of Selina’s sex around his cock. To blurt out something like that… Eddie had thought his mind was stronger than that.
His conflict must have been obvious because a moment later, Selina began to slow her rocking hips. Her sodden cunt stroked over him slowly, slow to the point of exquisite agony.
“Eddie…” The beautiful thief purred in warning. “Answer me or I’m leaving.”
He was weak. He was a weak man with a weak will. Though if there was any woman on Earth for a man to be weak for, Selina was her.
“Yes.” Eddie croaked.
Selina sank down over his aching prick, letting her plump ass plop down against Eddie’s lap. She let out a sweet little hum, shivering a little in delight before draping her body over his. Her breasts flattened against his chest, squished between their bodies, the ample flesh spilling out to the sides. Eddie could feel her hard nipples poking into his skin. It felt nice.
“Yes, what.” She demanded. Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
“You’re my dream girl.” Eddie admitted, groaning. Selina’s cunt tightened around him. Hotter than hell and sweeter than heaven.
Eddie felt her warm breath ghost over his lips. When his vision finally focused, he found himself staring into Selina’s brilliant emerald eyes. Her gaze was fixed upon him, but her eyes had softened some. Nevertheless, she wore her triumph openly. For a long moment, the thief said nothing, simply regarding the man beneath her with a thoughtful look.
When Eddie found the nerve to speak again, she dipped down and silenced him with a kiss. Her lips were so soft against his own, her touch making his nerves come alive. As her tongue slid forth to dance with his, her hips began to move again. Each stroke made their kiss all the sweeter.
In no time she was riding him properly again, her bucking hips once more turning Eddie into a groaning mess.
“What do you like about me?” She asked, smirking. “Tell me.”
With that face, with those eyes, with her body taking in every inch of him… Eddie couldn’t deny what she wanted to hear. The words came easy.
“I… I love your confidence. The way you move… with such surety. As if you know you won’t fail. Climbing, running, jumping between buildings. You make it look so elegant, so perfect. It’s like watching art in motion. You make the impossible look easy.”
Selina looked pleased. Very pleased. She drew a finger along his jaw, tapping it softly against his lips.
“What else?”
“I love your attitude. It drives me crazy but… you wouldn’t be you without it. And… I love… the way your eyes look when you see something you want.”
The cat thief slowly rocked her hips from side to side, staring into Eddie’s eyes as she settled herself flush to his lap. His cock was as deep as their bodies would allow. So deep in that tight, warm paradise.
“More.” Selina urged him. “Tell me more.”
“I love… how you squeeze yourself into that suit.”
That earned him a throaty laugh and quick kiss.
“Every man in Gotham loves that, Eddie. But I like hearing you say it.” Selina lifted herself so that she was sitting up again. The softness of her buttocks smothered his churning balls. The sight of her ripe breasts only sweetened the deal. “Probably because you’ve got a nice cock, but still…”
“I know how to use it, too.” Eddie told her.
He didn’t know where that surge of confidence came from - or maybe he did. He was fucking her already, wasn’t he? Being balls deep in a woman like Selina Kyle could make any man feel like the king of the world.
With a burst of strength that shocked even the man himself, Eddie had the tables turned. Selina on her back with him looming over her. The cat thief let out a yelp as her back hit the mattress, both of them bouncing as the bed creaked beneath them. What followed was giggling, light and giddy and sweet, pouring from Selina’s lips.
“Eddie!” She cried. Her eyes had lit up all over again, this time shining with girlish excitement. Eddie pitched his hips forward, driving their bodies flush together and making the woman gasp. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands clinging to his neck and threading through his hair. “I had no idea you could be so… barbaric.”
Eddie felt his cheeks grow warm - though nothing could beat the fire that burned in his gut. The Eddie of yesterday would have been insulted. The Eddie of right now, the Eddie buried to the hilt in Catwoman’s tight, wet cunt… could only smirk at the compliment.
A compulsion gripped him. It was more than just carnal lust. It was a drive, a need.
He needed to fuck this woman.
Eddie began to move, his body working with renewed vigor, punching his hips forth to meet Selina’s. Flesh collided with flesh, skin slapping against skin. Each thrust was met with a surge of pleasure, white hot embers lighting up the nerves just under the skin.
He was no longer the sharpest mind in Gotham. He was a madman, a beast driven wild. Fueled by a hunger for more. More of Selina’s cunt. More of her moans and gasps and screams.
The bed creaked faster, the wooden frame thumping against the bedroom wall. But nothing could drown out the sounds of Selina’s pleasure.
“Oh God! Oh fuck! Fuck! Holy- holy shit! Eddie!”
“You can… only tease a man… for so long… Selina…”
He growled the words. He didn’t even sound like the man he was supposed to be. Even as he held control, Eddie was shaking. It was in his muscles, his bones, a deep tremble that made him feel like he was coming apart. His whole body thrummed with the feeling. His cock, smothered by the heat of Selina’s sex, could feel the end coming. Every stroke of her silken folds, lathering him in her slick, brought him closer and closer to the edge.
He was fucking like an animal. Just when he thought he’d reached his limit, somehow Eddie found himself fucking harder, using more strength, more vigor than he ever thought he had.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!”
“You… asked… for it!”
Eddie now had Selina pinned by the wrists, holding her arms above her head as he fucked into her. He focused on her, taking in every little flicker and twitch across her lovely face as he pumped between her legs. His balls tightened. Eddie could feel the cum frothing inside, ready to spill out.
Selina was screaming now, wailing in delight. She thrashed against him, meeting his thrusts with equal passion. She felt so perfect wrapped around his cock.
But then… right before the end… a moment of clarity. Selina met his eyes and he saw that hers were just as wild and savage as his own. The woman looked crazed with lust, cheeks flushed dark pink and her hair so damp with sweat that rogue strands clung to her forehead. She was gripped by the very same hunger. Her next words only confirmed it.
“Do it.” She hissed. “When you cum… cum inside.”
Simple words… but they were enough to send Eddie tumbling over the edge. He pumped his hips at a frantic pace, fucking wildly. No elegance, no style, just pure instinct. He fucked and fucked until it became too much and the limits of his body brought him crashing down. Eddie was swept away by the rush of feeling, the sheer pleasure of his ending making him shout, making him howl.
He took Selina’s offer. He spilled and spilled and spilled, all wrapped up in the exquisite heat and tightness of her sex. She shook beneath him, a whimpering mess of shaky moans - not unlike Eddie himself. Eddie couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride then - how many guys could say they emptied their balls in Catwoman? How many could say they made her cum?
Eddie grunted, sinking into Selina for one final thrust. He sighed as his hips met her thighs. Selina made a sound. Not really a moan or a gasp… but it enamored him all the same. He let out a shaky sigh, taking a moment to savor the echoes of pleasure. They pulsed through his body, making him feel almost weightless.
“There you go… a nice helping… of cream.”
Even fucked into a daze like she was, Selina let out a groan. Even with them closed, Eddie could tell she was rolling her eyes.
“Ugh… couldn’t help yourself, could you?” She lazily slapped against his stomach but showed no more defiance than that. She was too spent.
Eddie Nygma had fucked the sass out of her. Despite his exhaustion, The Riddler smiled.
He flopped forward onto the bed, making a valiant attempt not to land right on top of his guest. Selina drew him into her arms anyway, letting out a little sigh of content. For Eddie, it was very, very nice to hear.
Satisfaction. Eddie hadn’t felt satisfied like this in years. He’d returned home that evening with not a single cent to show for it… but he’d won nonetheless. As Eddie drew his fingers gently down Selina’s naked back and felt her warm breath against the crook of his neck, he knew…
This prize was worth more than any big score.
END
Comments
Bat Wing
Exciting to hear! Looking forward for whatever you have planned
ryswell
You're definitely in luck then! Thanks for reading!
Bat Wing
I think you might be the best Selina smut writer. I hope you plan to keep using her.
