The Riddle of Romance

I do not own The Riddler, Catwoman, or DC Comics.

All characters are 18+.

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Extended Synopsis: Back on the streets as a free man, Eddie Nygma is looking for another big score. Instead, he winds up tangling with Catwoman. Not that he minds...

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Eddie forced a smile as he tipped the valet. As confident as he was in a coming payday, frivolous spending before he'd actually completed the job always left him anxious.

But Edward Nygma was nothing if not resourceful. And he was committed. Getting back into the game of the Gotham criminal underworld was never going to be simple or easy - if The Riddler wanted to make money, he'd have to spend some.

As he watched the valet drive off with his car, he turned to face his target.

The Gotham Museum of Antiquities, lifted above the street side by a grand incline of steps. Its name was carved into pale stone slabs supported by a row of mighty pillars. It was one of the city's most beloved landmarks. And sometime very soon, The Riddler was going to rob the place.

Not that he was going to keep the loot or sell it off the black market or anything similarly barbaric - there were many priceless items resting within those walls. So priceless that the city would give anything to get them back - no ransom would be too small for pieces of Gotham history.

But first, Eddie needed to case the joint.

He adjusted his tie, straightened his coat, and started up the steps. Delving deeper into a forest of high society Gothamites. Blue bloods, nouveau rich, local celebrities, and no doubt a spattering of genuine curators and conservators. All here to mingle and network. Eddie fought back a wince. He pushed through, navigating the crowd until he was indoors.

The air was nice and settled now, no cool breeze making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Eddie moved slow and casual, but kept his eyes sharp. He looked around and began to take notes.

Normally, he'd have somebody else do this sort of legwork - back when he had henchmen and enough funds to pay them. But now, back on the street as a free man, Eddie was working with considerably less. Which meant, for this job, he'd have to do the prep work himself.

That was the price if he wanted to get back into the game. And he needed to get back into the game. Not just for the money, but for simple pride. While Eddie's jaw had completely healed, he still felt the ghost of an ache every so often. A little parting gift from Gotham's Dark Knight. But it wasn't just a rematch with the Caped Crusader that motivated him so. The simple fact of it was, Gotham's new generation of criminals were terrible. Just complete and utter buffoons. They were nothing but fodder for the Batman, offering not a shred of challenge. It almost made Eddie sick.

A hand clapping upon his shoulder shook Eddie from his thoughts. Very nearly jumping right out of his oxfords, Eddie turned to see none other than James Harmon, the museum director. An older gentleman, with neatly combed graying hair and dark-rimmed glasses set over narrow but spirited eyes. He was grinning, quite pleased to see Eddie. It made sense - he was the man who invited him.

"Mr. Nygma!" Mr. Harmon greeted. "A pleasant surprise. I feared you were going to ignore my invitation again."

Eddie had done so many times - once word got out of his early release, his email had been full of inquiries both professional and personal. Invitations for televised interviews, to be a guest on this show or that event - all those sorts of vapid, nonsense things an intellectual like The Riddler would normally ignore. But once Eddie decided the Riddler would face the Batman again, an invitation into Gotham's largest museum was suddenly much more alluring.

"I figured it was time to get out of the house. See the sights. Get myself a taste of that freedom." Eddie forced another smile. It was an effort not to roll his eyes. Though he wasn't entirely dishonest. His current headquarters was a cheap apartment situated on the far side of the Gotham river. Eddie didn't need much of an excuse to spend some time away.

"Indeed. Well, I'm glad you thought of us here at the Museum of Antiquities. I hope you don't find the Gotham Supervillain display too tacky. We made sure to present only the cold hard facts, as little bias as possible. I'm sure we sent you emails..."

Eddie waved the director's concerns off. It was clear what he meant - the museums' supervillain displays included damn near every rogue criminal the Batman had ever faced... including the manner of their eventual defeat. The Riddler was no doubt among them, accompanied by that famous image of Eddie Nygma getting slugged by the Batman's mighty fist. A very popular image it would end up becoming, memed to oblivion and back, to the point where Eddie couldn't escape it. Not even in his prison cell.

"I'm sure it's fine." Eddie lied, forcing himself to relax. "It's been years. Everyone knows how that business went down. Batman meets The Riddler. Batman fights The Riddler. The Riddler goes to prison with a broken jaw."

Mr. Harmon offered a faint but sympathetic smile.

"That's not the end of the story." He added. "The Riddler reforms. The Riddler mingles, networks. And now he's ready to rejoin Gotham as one of her more colorful figures!"

That drew from Eddie a small but mirthless laugh.

"Right, right. I'm a good boy now."

"And a local celebrity." Mr. Harmon reminded him. "Be glad you came, Mr. Nygma. There are many connections to be made with this sort of crowd."

The older gentleman wasn't wrong. But the connections he was talking about didn't appeal to Eddie. And more likely than not, they were of no use to The Riddler. After all... he wasn't here to make friends.

Eddie returned the man's smile - and not quite as insincerely as he thought.

"I don't doubt that one bit, Mr. Harmon."

Seemingly satisfied, the older man clapped him on the shoulder one last time and went back to his mingling. Leaving Eddie to continue his prep work. His eyes quickly returned to the routine, scanning the walls, the ceiling, the corners. He was looking for cameras. He was looking for weaknesses. Gaps in security. Faults that he could exploit. The more he learned, the better he could plan. And if there was any supervillain who could make a damn good plan, it was The Riddler.

But as his keen gaze swept through the interior of the museum, Eddie caught sight of a striking figure.

A sensual shape, garbed in deep black. A slinky dress, flowing down to a pair of dark, open toe stiletto heels. A split through the fabric, revealing legs all the way to full, creamy thighs. She moved with effortless grace and calm confidence - exuding elegance and allure in equal measure.

A woman no man could ever forget. Not even a focused genius like Eddie.

Selina Kyle.

The Catwoman.

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Selina felt eyes upon her. Which meant her "tactically backless" dress was doing its job perfectly.

For most thieves, the rule was to go unnoticed. But for Selina, she found that she could accomplish her goals just as easily while drawing attention. Much attention. It was simple really - they were admiring her body. And that meant they weren't paying attention. Not to what she was really doing.

Selina smiled to herself as she glided through an ocean of stuffed suits. While horny rich guys were ogling her legs or drinking in the exposed curve of her back, she was gathering intel on the museum interior. Weaknesses, exploits, anything and everything. Selina had been in the game for years, so this sort of thing had become second nature. All the info she could ever need - all she had to do was look.

But then... she got that feeling, a buzz that crept up her spine. Selina had learned long ago to trust her gut. Someone was approaching.

Immediately, Selina grew tense. She bit her tongue, ready to force a smile - if only to hide her contempt. Too often these rich jackasses had it in their head that they owned everything in the room, whichever room they happened to be in. Selina heard footsteps drawing closer, closer, closer. She closed her eyes - she really didn't want to have to break some guy's wrist again.

The guy - it had to be a guy - was almost upon her now. Selina turned, dreading the incoming pick-up line... and blinked as she was met with a familiar face.

"Eddie?" Selina's brow pinched as she narrowed her eyes. It was him alright. Same pale face, same dark red hair, same blithe look in his eyes. Eddie Nygma. The Riddler.

And he was wearing a tuxedo.

Eddie stopped dead in his tracks, looking surprised that she had noticed him approaching. But the shock faded quickly from his face, replaced with what Selina could only assume was professional admiration.

"You haven't lost your edge." He said, impressed.

Selina pursed her lips proudly.

"A professional should always keep herself sharp. How long have you been out?" Selina remembered the night she found out The Riddler had been arrested. The weeks-long duel of wits between him and the Batman ended with a showdown at City Hall where Nygma and his hired guns had taken several members of the city government hostage. A broken jaw later, and The Riddler was taken away in cuffs. Last Selina had heard, Eddie had been convicted and sentenced to ten years in Blackgate. Clearly, that didn't pan out.

"Thirteen months." Eddie answered.

Selina was stunned. One of Gotham's supervillains was back on the streets and she didn't know about it until he was standing right in front of her. Sloppy.

"Early release, huh?" Selina assumed. She was rewarded with a nod from the slender redhead. She had to give it to the man, he survived his time in prison well enough. Last she saw him, he was a scrawny fellow. Looking at his figure now, he was no clearly no Batman. He wasn't even a Nightwing. But Selina had to admit... he wore his tuxedo well enough. "So... are you here to enjoy your new freedom or did you just get tired of good behavior?"

"I came here to consider my options." Eddie's answer was simple, almost curt. He made a face, as if weighing his next words. In fact, Selina could see that he was quite tense. Almost like he was... on a job. "Listen... I don't want this to get complicated. If two people are marking the same-"

"Oh, relax." Selina took some liberty and snaked her arm around Eddie's. "I'm only here for one thing. The Obsidian Claw."

"Of course. You're really leaning into the cat theme these days." Selina could hear the man roll his eyes.

"I always have, Eddie." So she appreciated the thematic connection. Sue her.

She led them on a slow walk through the party. They passed antique displays and envious stuffed suits alike. Before long, her prize was in view. They could both see it on display at the far end of the hall, situated safely in a large glass case.

A marvel of craftsmanship. It was exactly what it claimed to be, a jaguar's paw painstakingly carved from obsidian, the extended claws set with brilliant rubies. And at the center, the largest ruby of them all. Hundreds of years old, discovered in the wildest depths of the Peruvian Amazon. For the dinosaurs on the museum board, it might have been just one of their many relics. But for Selina, it was a treasure.

She wanted it. God, she wanted it.

"If things go smoothly, no one will even know it's been switched." She whispered to him, still holding to his arm. "There'll be no fuss for you to deal with. So you can go back to casing for yourself. Let's just agree to stay out of each other's business."

"And if you get caught?"

It was Selina's turn to roll her eyes. A confident smirk played upon her lips. A look that she knew for sure sent his heart rate spiking.

"I never get caught. Unless I want to."

Selina let her hand slip away from Eddie's arm. Firmer than she expected.

She gave her fellow villain a final look before slipping back into the crowd, leaving the man with a wink and smile. But as she felt the eyes of many admirers descend upon her again, she couldn't help but feel satisfaction at the flash of interest in Eddie's eyes. That sort of power always came in handy. And she couldn't deny the fun of it.

Teasing men never got old. But it was time to get back to work.

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Against his better judgment, Eddie stayed a while longer. It was the free champagne that kept him there, nor was it the hors d'oeuvres - even if both were miles better than anything waiting for him back at his headquarters. In the end, it was simple pragmatism - as long as Eddie was there, he might as well get a feel for the museum interior. Schematics and building plans were one thing, but actual first hand experiences were always better.

But just as his luck would have it, the alarm sounded.

Loud and blaring, obnoxiously high-pitched and disorienting, all by design to ruin any would-be burglar's night.

Damn it, Cat...

Eddie swallowed his frustrations, gritting his teeth as the gathering of pricks and snobs bustled around him in panic. Over the blaring siren, some women even began to scream. It wasn't long before the security staff were ushering the guests outside, herding them like cattle. All the while, Director Harmon was desperately trying to placate the masses, insisting that it was all a mistake, a terrible false alarm.

None of it was any consolation for Eddie. Even if he gathered some useful intel, no one liked having their evening cut short. And this little episode would no doubt result in tighter security.

Just my damn luck.

Soon enough, Eddie was back outside, welcomed by the bitter evening chill. Rather than wait for the valet to bring his car, he tried pressuring them to just hand him his keys so he could get it himself. It took stuffing his remaining bills into the kid's hand to seal the deal.

Muttering the curses the whole way, he reached his car - by the time he got there, he could hear police sirens in the distance. Slamming the door shut and gripping the wheel, he started his long drive home. But then, just as he was pulling out onto the street, he saw her.

Selina. Catwoman. In full get-up. For a moment, all frustrations fell away. How could a man, any man, be angry watching her work? Especially when she dressed like that.

He watched through the car window, captivated by the way she moved, so fluid, so graceful, sprinting across the narrow ledge high up on the museum's third floor. Then... she jumped! Leaped through the air, catching a flagpole on the way down. Now she was swinging, effortless, showing a mastery of gymnastics that olympians would kill to possess.

It all took but a moment. Catwoman was back on the ground. Back on her feet. Fleeing the scene of the crime.

Just around the corner, Eddie could see flashes of light, red and blue swirling together. As good as Selina was, she would never get away on foot.

It was then that Eddie had a debate, a battle of conflicting thoughts at the center of his mind. The matter was settled in all of two seconds.

He rolled down his window, poked his head out.

"Hey, Cat." He called out. "Need a lift?"

Selina's eyes jumped up, meeting his. Hers were deep green, bright and intense. He saw as she cycled through a series of emotions. Shock, confusion, before finally settling on relief. He'd take it.

It was a bad idea, he knew that. Women were generally a distraction and the last thing he needed was to be unfocused if he was going to rebuild The Riddler's bad name. But a man of his intellect could never ignore the truth. Especially when it was so clear to see. Selina looked good. She always looked good.

A smile cracked across her face. She darted towards his car, wrenched the rear door open, and dove into the back seat.

Eddie's hands tightened on the steering wheel. She'd gotten in and closed the door just as the cop cars came around the corner. They raced by without stopping and suddenly Eddie could breathe again.

He heard a giddy laugh bubble up behind him. In his rearview, he saw Selina poke her head up. She met his eyes through the mirror - green orbs glittering with life and nerve.

"My hero." She purred. Then her voice dropped, low and urgent. "Drive."

"I am." Eddie said, annoyance creeping in. "But speeding will attract attention. It's better to take it slow. Less conspicuous. So relax."

He saw the woman roll her eyes but she didn't argue. And to his surprise, the woman obeyed. With a huff, she laid back down in his back seat. Leaving Eddie to continue with the escape. He drove on down the road, leaving downtown and all those cop cars in his rearview mirror. Before long, the flashing lights and sirens faded, leaving them with nothing but the common bustle of Gotham nightlife. Eddie's grip finally loosened. He sank back into his seat with a sigh.

Aside from the alarm, it was as clean as getaways got. But from the curse he heard snap from the back seat, Eddie knew Selina didn't feel the same.

They came to a red light. Eddie drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

"So..."

"Security was more sophisticated than I expected." Selina's voice was hard, bitter. She was not pleased. "Nothing like the schematics at all. So my contact either gave me outdated intel on accident... or he screwed me over."

Eddie shook his head.

"Probably the former. These next generation crooks don't hold a candle to the older guys."

"You think I'm old?" Selina's tone was even, her face inscrutable. Green eyes set upon him through the mirror.

Eddie winced.

"You know what I mean." He turned his eyes on the road as the light turned green. "None of them are as good as Gotham criminals used to be. No imagination. No brains. No ambition."

"You've got some opinions, I take it?" Humor had seeped into her voice now. Enough for Eddie to relax.

"I've got a few."

"Well you can tell me all about them once we're in the clear. We need to lay low. Your place." Selina insisted. Though the easy confidence in her voice made Eddie feel like he really didn't have a choice.

"Mine?" He asked, trying not to sound too insulted.

"The museum almost got burglarized." Selina reminded him with a wry look. She pointed to herself. "Who do you think their prime suspect is?"

"Right. My place."

Eddie gave a nod. He turned the corner, starting on the route back home. Fighting back a wince, he gripped the wheel again, doing his best to focus on the road.

But every so often, his eyes would wander... flicking to his rear view mirror and that lovely, alluring figure sitting in the back seat. She was a distraction, no doubt. But such a beautiful distraction, wrapped so snug in black, shiny leather.

He tried to relax... only to be confronted with a sobering realization: Catwoman would be seeing his headquarters very, very soon.

- - -

"So this is where the magic happens..."

Eddie tightened his jaw as he led Selina into his place. This hadn't been part of the plan. A simple night of casing the joint had turned into being Catwoman's knight in rented tuxedo. And now she was here, in his apartment.

Even with his back to her, he could just feel the woman drinking in her surroundings. Only a year or so out of jail and Eddie still hadn't gotten quite back on his feet, so his apartment wasn't exactly the ritz. Just a place he could afford until he hit a big score. But even so... Eddie felt his ears burning. As ridiculous as it was, he didn't like people seeing the state of his living quarters. Especially her.

"No such thing as magic." Eddie sighed. Lazily, he lifted both arms, presenting the immediate surroundings as he continued towards the living room. "This is where I carefully construct machinations that not even the Batman can impede."

He heard Selina snort.

"Right. Just like how he didn't impede your machinations a couple years back?"

"Bah!" Eddie threw up his hands. His ears burned even hotter then, surely flushed as red as his cheeks. He didn't dare turn to face her, lest she see. "Everybody remembers the one failure but not the dozens of successes that came before! It took him two years to catch me!"

Though it poked at his ego, Eddie didn't take the needling personally - which in turn came as a surprise to himself. But as Eddie plopped down onto his living room couch, his eyes fell upon Selina. Still dressed in full Catwoman garb - sans the mask and goggles - she was every inch alluring. Shiny material clinging to her long legs, her flat tummy, and all the rest of her feminine figure.

Amazing what a pretty face can let you get away with, Eddie mused.

Selina continued moving slowly, wandering the sparse apartment, looking wherever she fancied. And Eddie allowed it without complaint. He watched her for a moment, seeing that feline grace in even the smallest of steps. Then he tore his eyes away and flicked on the TV.

"As a professional courtesy, can you please not steal anything?" He asked dryly, flicking through the channels.

"You don't have anything to steal, Eddie." She called out from the next room.

Eddie winced, knowing she was right.

Still, he gave a snort.

"Ha ha. Funny."

Footsteps against the hardwood floor, drawing closer. Catwoman strode into the living room to join him. Eddie's gaze flashed towards her for a moment, taking a split-second to drink in that lovely figure. But only a split-second. It was just his luck that she caught him. Her smirk told all.

Eddie bit his tongue. In her suit, Selina was beyond gorgeous. And seeing her in the flesh, instead of in the papers or in online photos... he understood then why the Bat spent so many nights chasing her.

The woman continued her exploration, idly moving about at crawling pace. Meanwhile, Eddie finally flipped the TV to the news.

Sure enough, tonight's breaking story concerned the cunning Catwoman and her botched museum heist.

"Hey, I'm on TV." Selina hummed, moving to stand beside the couch.

Eddie peered out the corner of his eye, seeing her plant her hands on her hips... and noting just how lovingly her suit's material clung to her body.

The master of riddles blinked, chiding himself. He cleared his throat.

"You don't mind the attention?" He asked her. "All that heat can't be good for business."

Selina let out another hum, pursing her lips. She shifted on her feet, turning her hips this way and that. His eyes were immediately drawn back to her figure. He watched as the glow of the television screen danced upon the shiny, black material of her suit.

"I'll lay low." Selina finally answered. She gave Eddie a sly grin. "It's not like I need the money."

Eddie blinked. "Really?"

A giggle rose up in Selina's throat, breaking through those full, glossy red lips. It was a sweet sound, flowing like music. Eddie felt a stirring then, deep in the pit of his gut.

"I do this for fun, Eddie." Selina told him, laughing. She had turned just enough that the glow of the TV put her silhouette in profile. A woman without peer, never more obvious than now. All wrapped up in the wonderful tightness of that marvelous suit. Even with the light at her back casting her face in shadow, Eddie could still see the devious shine of her green eyes staring him down. "Surely Gotham's king nerd knows what 'fun' means?"

A spot of petulance flared up hot then. Eddie shook his head.

"Fun." He snorted. "So juvenile. I do what I do to test myself. And to prove to this city the superiority of my intellect!"

Selina said nothing at first. She just stood there, standing over him, cast in silhouette. There was nothing that Eddie could make out of her pretty face. Nothing still but the shine of her emerald eyes. They were alight with silent laughter.

Eddie wanted to sink into the couch cushions. And at the back of his mind there was a needling sensation. Annoyance that this woman didn't take him seriously. He wanted to be angry... but the pleasing shape of her figure quickly dispelled such negativity.

Selina cocked her hip to the side, tsking. Eddie frowned. This was a woman who knew exactly what her strengths were.

"Aw. You don't need to impress me, Eddie." Her voice sang with amusement. "I'm sure your intellect is very big."

"Okay-"

"The biggest brain I've ever met!"

"Alright." Eddie snapped. Indignant, he waved her to move aside. "Can I watch the news?"

Selina's only response was another chorus of bubbly laughter. It rose in the air, filling the emptiness of his apartment. The worst part was that Eddie couldn't even stay mad. Her laughter wasn't snide or mocking enough to fuel any sort of rage. It was soft and musical, so sweet on his ears. He wanted to hear more.

The Catwoman obeyed after a moment, striding out of the television's way. Eddie watched as she went, that stirring in his gut growing only more intense as he drank in the sight of her moving hips and her long, lovely legs.

Then... she decided to do a stretch.

Fingers linked together, she lifted her arms high, high above her head. She let out a soft moan, so soft Eddie could only barely hear it. She pushed her arms up, up... like she was displaying herself. Every inch of that perfect figure... those legs, those hips, the swath of her belly, and that ample chest... all wrapped nice and snug in that shiny, shiny black.

Eddie clenched his teeth, his whole body going tense. This woman... This damned woman...

Selina released the stretch with a sigh. So pleasing to Eddie's ears that the stirring in his gut was maddening now. He could hardly focus on the news anymore. It was white noise now.

Even with all his knowledge and the burden of his superior mind... Eddie Nygma was still just a man.

There were thuds against the floor then. Eddie glanced out of the corner of his eye. Selina had kicked off her boots. Bare feet padded against the hardwood now. Approaching footsteps.

She was coming back.

Eddie kept his gaze fixed forward. His face was like stone as Selina Kyle plopped down on the far end of the couch... and he said nothing as she lifted her feet and planted them right in his lap.

His cock, already swelling from the moment she'd jumped in his car, twitched against his will. And Eddie Nygma was left to pray to whatever higher power there was that Selina didn't notice.

"You know, Eddie..." She purred. "These last couple years... I kind of missed your inflated ego."

Eddie gave a wordless grunt. He remained still, not daring to move even an inch. Selina shifted in her seat... rubbing her bare feet over his lap.

She had to know what she was doing. Eddie refused to believe otherwise.

"I'm serious." Selina continued, sighing. "You were right about all these new crooks. This next generation of criminals, they're not nearly as charming as the old guard. They have no personality. No flare. Just boneheaded thugs in ski masks going after cold cash. None of them use big words like you do, Eddie."

"That's probably because they don't know any." Eddie grumbled.

Selina let out a soft hum as she twisted again, lounging upon the cheap cushions. Pressing the soles of her feet further into his groin. Eddie grimaced. He was now rock hard, throbbing in his dress pants. There was no way she didn't feel it.

"Hmm." Selina crooned. She pressed her feet right onto his length. She knew. There was no doubt any more. "Speaking of big..."

Eddie quickly grabbed her by the ankles and moved her feet out of his lap.

"That's enough of that." He stood in a hurry, not even bothering to hide the tent in his pants.

All the while Selina was laughing, giggling that sweet, sweet tune. Stirring up his insides with white fire. So hot his cheeks were burning red.

"Was it something I said?" Her voice held the edge of mock innocence.

That just steamed up Eddie even further. Stiffly, he marched towards the kitchen, pointedly keeping his eyes forward.

"Don't play dumb. It's insulting." He called over his shoulder. He winced again, chiding himself, chiding his body for betraying him at such a poor time. He let out a heavy sigh as he stopped in front of his fridge. "Do you want a drink? I have water and... I have water."

"Such a gracious host." Selina chortled from the living room.

Over the mindless chatter of the news anchors, Eddie heard the couch groan and creak. Selina had gotten up. Then... the padding of bare feet upon the hard floor. She was coming.

"I owe you one, Eddie." Selina's voice drew closer, closer, closer. "And I don't like owing anyone anything. So I guess... I should find a way to thank you."

Eddie could feel her presence now, no doubt standing at the kitchen doorway. Trapping him.

Eddie's heart was pounding now, hammering at his ribcage. And against all logic, all reason, all rationality, his manhood was harder than ever. Solid like steel, but throbbing with such exquisite agony. Just by the sound of this woman's voice... and the sweet intent carried in her words.

He heard the sound of a zipper being drawn. Slowly, so very slowly. A voiceless taunt that could drive any man to madness.

Eddie swallowed. Was this a dream? A hallucination? Could it be that Eddie Nygma was locked up in Arkham and this was all some sort of psychotic break? His body remained still as stone, still facing his fridge. But there was a part of him that demanded he turn, the elements in his blood and bone that seethed with vigor and lust. The parts of him that made him a man, not just a brain.

He had to look. His entire being, body and soul, begged him to do it.

Eddie turned... and his eyes were graced with the vision of the Catwoman peeling away her dark suit. Pale skin was revealed, milky white and smooth as cream. The zipper was tugged all the way down past her tummy, dark folds now being pulled apart to show the faint muscles of her flat belly. Higher were those proud breasts, nestled splendidly in a dark bra - a scant, lacy bra.

She's wearing lingerie, Eddie noted with muted glee.

Selina cut a lovely figure in her suit. Out of it, she was the shadow of aphrodite. And with that little smile of hers and that glimmer in her emerald eyes...

Eddie never had a chance.

She began sliding her arms free of the suit's sleeves. She shimmied as she worked the tight fabric from her shoulders, the movement of working her body free doing wonderful things to her bra-clad breasts.

The top half of her suit now hung from her waist, leaving her upper body naked save for her bra. She hooked her thumbs under the suit's waistline and began to tug down. Down, down over the delicious swell of her hips... and her rear.

She sighed, exerting some effort to free her body. It only took a moment for her to win out over the tightness of her suit. The creamy flesh of her hips broke free, spilling out into the open air. And revealed alongside were her panties - a matching set to her delicate, sexy bra.

It took little time after that. Selina slid the dark, shiny material down her legs, peeling it away from her soft, smooth skin. Eddie was in a daze, drinking in every inch of her glorious body - now protected only by scant inches of fabric. When the suit finally pooled around her ankles, she kicked it away to make a heap in the kitchen corner.

Selina Kyle stood, an artwork of allure and curves. The woman that not even the Batman could resist.

"How about a riddle, Eddie?" Selina purred. She strode forward. Closing in on him.

"Uhhh...." The Master of Riddles stood with wide eyes, no longer even the master of his own tongue.

Selina's smile grew, red lips spreading brilliantly across her delicate, devious face.

"What's Catwoman's favorite treat?"

"That- that's not a riddle." Eddie said lamely.

The woman - god, what a woman - let out a soft laugh. A giggle that had Eddie's prick twitching like mad. Her smile was lovely and wicked, but even worse were her eyes. Green gems, so bright and sharp - piercing right through him. She was so close now. Touching him, delicate fingers sliding up his chest. Lips of ruby red inches from his. He could feel her warm breath on his skin.

Her touch was gentle and agonizing. Even through his dress shirt, his skin came alive under her hands. Then she began to slide them down.

Down.

Down.

Cupping his hard cock through his pants. Eddie sucked in a ragged breath. He lurched upward, almost standing on his toes.

"I'll tell you, handsome." Selina cooed, leaning in. Her nose brushed against his. "My favorite treat... is a nice... big... helping of cream. And I think you're the man who can give it to me."

Selina had him. She won. And it was the sweetest loss The Riddler has ever taken.

He didn't stop her as she knelt. He didn't move a muscle as she undid his belt and fly. And he didn't lift a finger when she tugged down his pants.

His cock sprung out, meeting open air. A thrill jolted up Eddie's back when Selina let out a delighted laugh. His spirits rose even higher then. As did his cock.

Hard like steel, hot and red like smelted iron. He throbbed in her hands as she fawned over him, groaning as soft, delicate fingers ghosted along his swollen shaft. His balls, so full of cum, ached and clenched in splendid torture as the Catwoman played with her new favorite toy.

"Oh, wow..." Selina breathed out. She took him in both hands, stroking slowly. Maddeningly slowly. Enough to make a grown man weep. She let out a wicked little hum. "A cock to match the size of your ego... I never would have guessed."

Despite the torment of sensation, Eddie managed to roll his eyes.

"Gee, thank you..."

Selina made a soft, thoughtful sound. She pumped him a few more times... and let his rod press against her lips. She brushed his cockhead over them, just to tease him with the softness, the delight of her mouth. It made him groan and he swallowed down a bitter curse. The paradise was fleeting. Selina drew her lips away a moment later.

"Hmm... but then again..." She let the words hang, taunting him. Then... she bestowed a kiss. A small, delicate token of affection. Right to the tip. Eddie groaned, almost melting right then. Selina let out an evil, wonderful laugh. "It's always the skinny boys, isn't it?"

"I... wouldn't know... outside my... expertise."

That drew more laughter, rich and splendid to Eddie's ears. It made him throb even harder in her hands. Selina kissed his cockhead again, her lips lingering this time. As she drew away, she swiped at him with her tongue. Already he was leaking.

"Lucky for you..." She purred, tapping his cock against her lips. "This sort of thing is well within mine."

He looked down just in time to see the beauty of her smile - and his long cock resting against her pretty face. Then she took him into her mouth and began to suck.

- - -

It was pure bliss that bathed Eddie's cock. Wonderful heat and wetness cascaded down over his cockhead, enveloping his shaft before retreating then returning again. The sheer rush of sensation was enough to banish all thoughts from his mind. Like a flashbang, leaving him stunned and groaning.

His legs almost gave out. Somehow, Eddie managed to keep his balance. He breathed in, deep and heavy, staring wide-eyed at the woman kneeling down by his waist.

Selina, the vexing jezebel, was clearly enjoying herself. Her green eyes were bright with devilry - she no doubt would have been smirking had her mouth not been stuffed full.

She let out a long, wavering moan. The vibrations that traveled down the length of his cock had Eddie fighting to keep his legs steady. It was divine - the feeling of her tongue, the softness of her plump, red lips. He watched those lips as they glided over his cock, enveloping inch after inch of his manhood, sucking him down deep. Then she drew back, releasing him and leaving him smeared with saliva, just so she could do it all over again.

Catwoman was sucking him, slurping and salivating over his hard-as-steel prick. Eddie didn't believe in miracles. Even faced with the pleasure of Selina's skilled tongue working up and down his thick, swollen shaft, he remained a man of reason. But even so... this sudden spring of good luck was enough to make even the staunchest skeptic reconsider.

All because I helped her get away... I should be a good samaritan more often.

Eddie found himself leaning against the back of his sofa then. Selina was touching his thighs, running her hands gently, tenderly over his bare skin. Caressing him as her mouth did the same between his legs. Even the simplest of her touches were driving him crazy.

She moaned again, giving him a few hard sucks, making a show of it with how hollowed her cheeks, twisting her head just so as she drew back. She bobbed her head, up and down, up and down. The slurps that sounded through the living room were lewd, stimulating the depths of Eddie's mind that craved such base things.

Just when his knees felt like they were finally going out, Selina ceased her sucking, letting his cock slip from her mouth. It slapped against his thigh, drenched in spit and throbbing. It rested there, helpless and tortured by the tingle of the cool, open air. But Eddie was not unattended for long.

Selina took him in hand and began to stroke him, pumping her fist along the slick, slippery shaft. In no time, she had Eddie groaning again. Putty in her hands.

"Wow," She giggled. It was a sweet, rich sound. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any bigger... I had no idea you were packing something like this, Eddie."

Eddie couldn't help but laugh. It came out strained and breathless.

"And here I thought... you were attracted to my... my big brain."

Selina smirked. God, he loved those lips of hers. She leaned in and kissed his cock, right on the tip. Then she did it again, pressing her lips to the side of his shaft. Then again. Again. Trailing down. All the way to his scrotum.

Her lips were soft, so soft against his balls. She swiped her tongue against them, teasing each bulb, nuzzling them. She let out another giggle at the way Eddie trembled on his feet.

"I'm a woman of many tastes." She proclaimed before sucking one of his nuts into her mouth. Eddie hissed out a curse, sputtering as he grabbed onto the couch for support.

Selina's tongue was agile and ruthless, bringing delicious torment to his gonads. His cock was twitching like mad as it rested upon her face. It was swollen, bulging with veins, now colored an angry red. The damned thing was a beast unto itself, desperate to feel Selina's affections again.

Like before, just as Eddie felt like he would lose his mind, Selina spat out his balls. It was a tortuous relief.

"I've always known you had a thing for me, Eddie." Selina admitted as she wiped the spittle from her mouth. She spoke in a low, purring voice and her words poured out slow and sweet. Like honey. "But now..."

"Now, what?" Eddie was panting. He would have slid to the floor if not for the couch propping him up.

Selina hummed and nuzzled into his groin, pressing her face into his cock and aching sack again. Then her ruby red lips spread wide. A wicked smile greeted him, promising sweet, sweet torment.

"Now I know you're worth my time." She answered, reaching up to cradle his cock with both hands. "And I meant what I said before: I owe you one. These sorts of debts... are my favorite to repay."

Eddie didn't get the chance to respond.

Selina dipped her head down and put her mouth to work again. Her lips slid over Eddie, skillfully taking him in. Inch after inch after inch of fat dick disappeared into the cat thief's hungry mouth. There was determination in her eyes. It shook Eddie to his core. This was a woman who would suck out his soul if she could.

Eddie didn't know whether to be fearful or thankful. Or both. All he knew for certain was the heavenly feeling of Selina's mouth around his cock... and that he wanted more of it.

She gave hard sucks, quick and sloppy. Bringing him right to the point where he felt he'd erupt. Then she would slow to an agonizing pace before drawing back entirely, panting. Using her hands, she'd pump his shaft, each stroke stirring up wildfire in his guts.

Selina was milking him, drawing out a thin stream of precum from the tip. She lapped it up with her tongue, swirling around the head and moaning as she tasted his offering. She kissed the tip and took it back into her mouth, sucking and slurping like a well-trained whore. Then she drew back and spat on it. A large glob of saliva, sticky and warm, splattered on top of the shaft. It dribbled down to the head. She used her hands to smear it all over him, coating his prick with another nice helping of drool.

All Eddie could do was endure. His cock was so full, so swollen that the ache that pulsed through his member bordered on painful. Selina's efforts were only driving him further into that madness of sensation. She continued pumping her hands over his cock, the wet sounds of her strokes rising even over his grunts and groans.

The whole while, Selina was cooing, whispering sweet words in a soft voice that he could only just barely hear. She kissed at his tip again, letting her lips linger this time, caressing the cockhead like she would a lover and leaving smears of her red lipstick. Marking him, Eddie realized.

More kisses followed, peppered along the sides of the shaft. She trailed back towards his balls, kissing them too. She cradled them in one hand, her touch tender and warm. She ran her tongue over them both, lathering them with spit and affection.

Eddie grimaced, feeling a tightening in his nuts. It only worsened when Selina flattened her tongue against the base of his cock and dragged it the whole way back to the tip. He grit his teeth, fighting the desperate urge to grab Selina by the head and force her to choke down his cock.

Selina pressed her lips to his cockhead again. But it wasn't a mere kiss. It was a smooch. She moaned sweetly, torturously, letting her soft mouth linger there. Then she sucked him in. She took him deep. Down, down, down, all the way to the base. Eddie groaned and shuddered. Selina gagged around him, her throat convulsing, tightening as it tried to swallow his rod. Every inch of him was nestled in her gullet. Eddie felt his gut turn and clench, felt his cock swell and twitch. So close, so close to ecstasy.

But Selina retreated. Too fast for Eddie to stop her. She released his length with a lewd pop. It struck her chin as it swung down, leaving a smear. But Selina only licked it up and smiled. Her eyes shined with triumph.

She had him.

"I think it's time for the real reward. What do you say, big guy?"

It was a wholly compelling argument. Many overlooked Catwoman's ability to persuade. To The Riddler, this talent would be overlooked no longer.

Eddie took in a shaky breath. His fingers still gripped the back of the couch. It might have been the only thing keeping him up at the moment. He gave the woman kneeling before him a quick nod.

The vixen laughed and flicked her tongue over his cockhead one last time. Then she rose to her feet. Her green eyes pierced deep into Eddie's own.

She led him towards the bedroom after that... with her fingers wrapped tight around his prick the whole way there.

- - -

His kisses were frantic and clumsy, but Eddie felt what he lacked in finesse he made up for with enthusiasm. Selina at least didn't seem bothered, so that was a good sign. She swept him into her arms, clinging to him as he enjoyed those plump lips of hers in another way - thankful that she made a point to wipe her mouth first.

Eddie's blood was up, his whole body burning hot. As their mouths slid together and their tongues joined in a dance for dominance, Eddie felt himself slipping further and further into a craze of lust. Everything she did to him, every grope of his body, every nibble upon his lips, chipped away at his rational mind.

His roaming hands explored Selina's body, sliding over warm, bare skin, taking handfuls of soft, willing flesh. From her tits, her hips, her thighs, her ass. His fingers sank deep into smooth, flawless pale skin. Claiming her as plunder.

With Selina in his arms, pressed so close that he could feel her heartbeat, with her tongue dominating the space of his mouth, Eddie Nygma felt less and less like the sharp mind he was supposed to be. The ravenous urges that thrashed within his very soul, they were dragging him backwards. Backwards through time, through evolution. He was regressing.

He felt like a man. No, lower than that. He felt like a savage. Like a caveman. A brute. A neanderthal.

Suddenly the appeal of force and conquest didn't seem so silly to him.

That is, until Selina shoved him onto the bed.

He went sprawling back and the bed creaked beneath him. His cock, hard as a rock and throbbing like mad, sprung up from his groin. A veritable pillar of manhood. It rocked back and forth in the air.

Selina strode forth, standing over him at the foot of the bed. A little hum rose up in her throat, soft and feminine... but her eyes were sharp and cunning. They saw and they desired - fixed firmly upon the prize she so clearly craved.

Few women had ever looked at Eddie the way Selina was right then. He decided he liked it. He liked it very much.

"Look at you, look at you..." Selina sang. She reached out and poked her finger against the tip of his cock. Slowly, gently, she pushed. And pushed. And pushed. Forcing his cock up towards his belly. Until finally... her finger slipped and the long, thick rod sprang free.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Selina let out a laugh of delight, her eyes lighting up as she watched his manhood swing to and fro, rocking in the air.

Cats do like to play with their food, Eddie noted.

"Just to be clear..." Selina spoke up again, though her focus remained on Eddie's cock. She touched him again, putting a stop to the swaying so she could trace one of the shaft's bulging veins. "We're doing this my way. You understand?"

Eddie let his head fall back into the mattress, a weak groan escaping his lips.

"Eddie?" Selina pressed. He felt her hands close around him, slowly pumping along the shaft. He ached still, twitching against those lovely fingers of hers.

The heat in his gut had grown into fierce flame, consuming his insides. He thought it might burst free and consume him entirely. His hips rose of their own accord, bucking up into Selina's working hands. It was all in vain, though. The woman cackled, forcing him to lay flat. She was in control. The pace was hers to set.

Understanding struck his mind then. And history began to make a little more sense. The lengths men would go to enjoy the heaven that was a woman's body...

Eddie let out a long, deep growl and nodded.

"We do it your way." He relented. It was the sweetest feeling in the world.

The look in Selina's eyes only made it better. Emeralds shining with such lovely promise.

The cat thief took a short step back, hooking her thumbs through the thin band of dark fabric at her waist. She tugged her panties down. Down those long, succulent legs. The lacy bra was next to go. She reached behind and unhooked the garment without a word, only a pretty, devious smile.

Her nudity was beyond enthralling. It was divine. Even Venus would have been struck green with envy. For Eddie, though... he was struck with lightning. A jolt of vigor that had his entire body thrumming like a live wire.

His cock was so stiff, so fattened, so aching that Eddie wanted to howl. But there were no tears but for the weeping of his swollen prick. Precum trickled like a stream, dribbled down his shaft. Adding to the slickness that already coated him.

"Aw, don't stress out, Eddie." Selina cooed as she rounded to the side of the bed. Even the way she moved, the simple act of walking, had Eddie mesmerized. "I'll make sure this is fun for both of us."

Before he could speak, Selina was climbing up onto the bed to join him. His hands moved on base instinct, reaching out to feel the splendors of the feminine. His hands found her waist, sliding over the curve of her hip, the swell of her buttocks... even her hanging breasts. Selina only sighed as his hands roamed, allowing his fondling with but a gentle, pleased hum.

Selina took the chance to do some touching herself, reaching for his hard cock once again. She took him in hand, making him groan with a few firm strokes. More precum dribbled from the slit. She used her fingers to smear it over the head, over the shaft, adding to it with another wad of spit.

All the while, she continued to move. She swung her leg across Eddie to put him beneath her. But she hadn't moved to straddle his waist. She had moved to straddle his head.

That was how Eddie Nygma found himself staring up at Catwoman's pretty, pink pussy. The prettiest he'd ever seen. She held there, inches from his face... and from his yearning mouth.

"So here's the deal, poindexter. You make me feel good... and I'll make you feel good." Selina told him. Her stroking hand slowed its pace on his cock, dragging torturously up and down his long, fattened shaft. Every inch ached, leaving him in delicious agony. Selina was purring now. "I'll make you feel really good."

"Sounds... exquisite..." Eddie nearly croaked.

Above him, he heard Selina laugh.

"Exquisite, huh? That's a high caliber word. You might have a high caliber cock... but let's just see if that tongue of yours can meet the same standard."

And with that, Selina Kyle sat down. Her slick, warm cunt met Eddie Nygma's face. Lips met lips, smothering him in that thick musk and blessing his tongue with the flavor of womanhood.

If she was giving him direction, Eddie didn't hear her. And even if he could, he wouldn't have listened. He was beyond that now, his body and mind claimed by savage instinct. Generation after generation of Nygma men had left Eddie with the proper drive. It was just buried deep in his blood and bones.

His path was clear.

He needed to eat this pussy. So he put his mouth to work.

His tongue slid out against her, over her, into her. Tasting her silken folds, her sweet, juicy flesh, and drinking down the nectar he managed to gather on his tongue.

He lapped and lapped, feverish and desperate. Like a beast crazed by hunger. He licked and sucked, no finesse or grace in his gorging, only ravenous need.

In turn, he was rewarded. Though he could not see it, he could feel it. The blessing of Selina's soft, skilled hands working over his rod. The more he licked, the faster he licked, the harder and faster her strokes became. Faster, faster, faster.

Then Selina put her mouth to his cock again. Sucking. Slobbering. Moaning around him.

Yes. Exquisite was the right word indeed.

- - -

Eddie 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.

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