Summary: In the eyes of many, it is Batman who is Catwoman's greatest love. But in this world, this future, it is Valmont who claims and fucks Selina Kyle every night. It is Valmont whose cock stretches her pussy the way it deserves to be.
At the end of one special night, Selina realizes this is more than a fling. This man means more to her than Bruce and she is finally at peace with that.
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"Keep the chatter down, mon chaton, or the entire GCPD will be joining our party."
"Aren't you from Dubai? What's with the French?"
"First, I'm not from Dubai. Second, French is hot, isn't it?"
The Bat and the Cat. A long time ago, they were the great lovers of Gotham City. They were the protectors. A hero on a stout mission and a thief revitalised by love and hope. They struck fear into the hearts of the darkest criminals in Gotham City.
Not anymore.
This back and forth, it was with someone else. Selina Kyle, the mischievous Catwoman, was with a man by the name of Valmont. A fellow thief dressed in white and with tanned skin. A man oozing with arrogance, sex appeal, and a wide smirk.
He had stolen her heart.
Catwoman was pressed flat against the cold marble pillar beside Valmont. She let a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. The comms unit was a tiny, almost invisible bud, but his voice felt intimately close. "You're not worried they'll interrupt our private viewing?"
A soft, rich chuckle echoed in her ear. "Mmm. I am far more concerned with the security laser you are about to step into. Your left foot, my dear. An inch to the right."
Catwoman glanced down. A hair-thin beam of crimson light was milliseconds from intersecting with her boot. She shifted said foot and her weight too. "You're useful to have around. Occasionally."
"I live to serve. Now, the motion sensor grid in the next corridor is a paranoid man's masterpiece. A delightful puzzle. Freeze on my mark."
They were deep in the belly of the Gotham Museum of Antiquities, a place she knew well. But tonight was different. Tonight, she wasn't alone, and her partner wasn't the brooding, shadow-clad Bat who sucked the fun out of everything with his grim intensity. Tonight, it wasn't about saving but about stealing. Her heart raced. She loved this. She loved him.
Valmont. Charming, deadly, and utterly obsessed with the art of pleasure in all its forms. It was a refreshing change of pace after the suffocating control of Bruce.
Their target was the Sun of Constantinople, a massive, flawed but breathtakingly beautiful yellow diamond rumored to have been stolen by Crusaders. It was vanity, pure and simple. She wanted it. And he, well, he wasn't like Bruce. Valmont wanted the challenge of taking it with her.
Catwoman was a silhouette of supple leather, a fine ass, and big tits. Her suit, as always, was black and shiny and audacious. The zipper began just below her collarbone and plunged in a daring, vertical line that stopped a defiantly short inch above her navel. The generous swell of her breasts was unveiled and at certain angles, an eager eye might catch her nipples. The suit was impractical. It was perfect.
"The grid is synced to the guard's patrol clock. We have a seventeen-second window. Ready?" Valmont's voice was all business now, but it still carried that underlying heat that made her stomach flutter.
"Always."
"Go."
They moved as one, a synchronized blur of black. Valmont, in his tailored suit with its subtle crow-feather motif embroidered on the cuffs, preferred raw speed and dove and rolled. He was tall, fast, and strong. Selina was pure agility; back-flipping and front-flipping and showing her curvy form to him and him alone.
The invisible maze of lasers was nothing to these two thieves.
They reached the final vault door. It was a formidable slab of polished titanium. Valmont produced a tablet device from his inner pocket. The vault door had a digital pad and needed a key to be turned. This device would unlock the digital and help determine which lock would be needed for Valmont.
He stuck the tablet to the vault and both he and the device got to work.
Afterall, he had two dozen different keys jingling in his pockets.
"This will take sixty seconds," Valmont murmured, his eyes fixed on the keypad. "Watch the hall."
Selina put a hand on her hip, turning. Her gaze was sharp on the dark corridor. The adrenaline was a potent cocktail in her veins, mixing with the raw, magnetic attraction she felt for the man beside her. The silence stretched. The silence was…boring.
Her eyes drifted from the hallway to his profile, to the intense focus on his face, the way he was helping his little tablet. He was tapping and tapping, analyzing, humming, and muttering about the security within the digital pad.
The tension became too much and Catwoman closed the small distance between them. She pressed her body against his side, feeling the lean muscle of his back against her front. She brought her mouth to his ear, her whisper a warm, wet promise.
"You look so serious," she purred.
Valmont didn't turn, but a slow grin spread across his face. His hands never stopped their work. "A artist must concentrate on his canvas, mon amour."
"Mmm, I can think of a better canvas," Valmont whispered. She let one leather-clad hand trail down his chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, and lower. Her fingers found the hard, distinct ridge of his flaccid schlong straining against the fine wool of his trousers. It was a hefty thing without trying.
'Bigger than the bat while flaccid…'
Her pussy throbbed at the image of it and an appreciative hum escaped her. "My, my. All this excitement… it's having an effect on you."
She palmed him through the fabric. A sharp, hissed intake of breath was his reward. His fingers faltered for a microsecond on the keypad.
"Selina," Valmont growled, a warning and a plea woven together.
"What?" she giggled, a light, teasing sound in the solemn quiet of the vault. She gave him one last, firm squeeze, feeling him twitch and harden further under her touch. His white pants were struggling now. "Just taking inventory. Making sure all your… assets… are ready for the mission."
She released him with a final, playful stroke and stepped back just as the vault door emitted a soft, final clunk and hissed open.
Valmont let out a long, controlled breath, shaking his head with a rueful smile. He turned to her, his dark eyes glittering between lust and irritation. "You are a terrible distraction, woman."
"But you love it," she said, swaying past him into the treasure-filled room, her hips making a promise her words hadn't yet uttered.
The diamond sat on a velvet cushion, sparkling under their headlamps. It was obscenely large. Valmont didn't hesitate. He swept it up and into a shielded case. The digital lock's purpose was to deactivate all the lasers. As a result, it was like taking candy from a baby at this point.
"Time to go. The same way?" he asked.
"Please," Selina said. "I'd hate to break a nail on the front door."
The escape was the same but backwards. Through the door, through a laser-filled room, up a ladder to a construction zone, and out the window, they erupted onto the museum's rain-slicked roof. The night embraced them. Gotham spread out before them.
Valmont wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close against the chill, while Catwoman lifted her arm for her grappling hook. This was it. After this, they would be long gone. The question was…
"Back to my place?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"I can think of nowhere I would rather be."
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The door to her penthouse apartment clicked shut, locking out the world and its worries. The only light came from the glittering skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The diamond, in its case, was placed carefully on a console table.
The heist-high was still buzzing through her, but it was rapidly being overtaken by a different, more urgent energy. She turned to Valmont, who was watching her with a smoldering intensity that made her blood feel hot and thick.
"God, I need to get out of this suit~"
An international whisper and an intention remark.
"Allow me."
Valmont stepped close, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His knuckles brushed the bare skin of her breasts where the zipper plunged. In the museum, there was no issue putting down her navel but she had to close it while running the rooftops. Slowly, so slowly, he began to pull the zipper down. A loud, obvious and over-the-top zzzziiipppp that revealed her inch by glorious inch. The cool air hit her feverish skin, making her nipples pebble into tight pink buds. Valmont didn't stop until the Catwoman suit was open to her navel, the material parting to frame her breasts. He didn't touch them, just let his heated gaze wander over her, a look of pure, reverent hunger on his face.
She reached up, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, and pulled his mouth down to hers. The kiss was not gentle. It was a claiming, a release of all the pent-up tension from the night. It was all teeth and clashing tongues and desperate, hungry sounds. She could feel the hard line of his cock against her stomach again, and she ground her hips against him.
"Mmmm~!" Breathless, she finally broke the kiss, pushing him back gently. "I'm sticky from the rain and that awful museum air. I'm jumping in the shower."
Catwoman retreated, her eyes locked on his as she let the top of her suit fall open completely, baring herself to him. Selina shimmied the rest of the way out of the tight leather, letting it pool at her feet until she stood gloriously, defiantly naked in the moonlit room. She didn't hurry, letting him look his fill.
Her pussy was there. Her tits were there. His cock stretched his white pants. He bit his bottom lip and just sucked this baddie in. Her figure was simply sublime. Her wide hips, her slender waist, and her big D-cup tits.
She turned and walked toward the bathroom, throwing a look over her shoulder. "The diamond won't put itself in the safe, you know."
Valmont's gaze was locked on her, burning with a dark fire. "A necessary delay. I will secure our prize. And then… perhaps I will join you."
Selina smiled, a slow, cat-like curl of her lips, and disappeared into the steam-filled bathroom.
In the ten minutes she took to shower, he did not join her. How disappointing. Selina pouted while in the shower and rolled her eyes.
"Typical Valmont."
But she did so with a smile. Bruce would have never teased her like this.
The steam from the shower curled around Selina as she pushed the bathroom door open. She had traded the towel for a simple black lace bra that did little to contain her D-cups and a matching pair of panties that hugged the perfect, heart-shaped curve of her ass. Water droplets still glistened on her smooth skin, tracing a path down the deep valley of her cleavage and over the tight, toned muscles of her stomach.
Selina already knew what to expect. It surprised her anyway.
"My, oh my~!"
Valmont was already on the vast bed, reclined against a mountain of pillows, gloriously, unabashedly nude. The white bandana that covered the top part of his face was gone. She could see his good looks in full. His thin eyebrows, his green eyes, and his arrogant smile. All of it was no longer mitigated by his costume.
The city lights from the window played over the sleek, elegant lines of his body, the lean muscle of his abdomen, the sharp cut of his hips. And there, resting against his thigh, was his cock. Even flaccid, it was a woman-seducing weapon: long, thick, and undeniably impressive. Selina took a few steps into the room, her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm.
'Eight inches of cock.' she thought, a thrill shooting through her. 'And already, it's bigger than Bruce's ever was.'
"You wasted no time," Selina purred.
Valmont simply opened his arms, a silent, smoldering command in his dark eyes. "I already put away the jewel. But the real family jewels are full and ready to be tended to."
'Family jewels…' Her eyes went to the thing that twinned his cock, his hefty nutsack. What a remarkable set of jewels indeed. They were like eggs in shape and size. Fully grown, fully ready to breed, and fully ready to fuck.
"Mm, agreed. Family jewels tend to be sensitive and needy. In some ways, they're the most expensive thing we have here, right Valmont?"
He only smirked. With a finger, he beckoned her over.
She approached the bed, letting him drink in the sight of her. Her hourglass figure was a study in seduction—the narrow waist, the flare of her hips, the proud, confident thrust of her breasts with every step she took. She stopped at the edge of the mattress, her gaze locked with his.
"I'm still a little wet," Selina murmured, crawling onto the silk sheets with a feline grace. "Mm, are you really going to fuck me, baby? Me, the great Catwoman? Batman will not be happy about that~"
"Only a fool wouldn't fuck a gracious lady like you."
She crawled and crawled, smirking. "Lady and not slut?"
Valmont smirked back. "Why not both?"
Instead of meeting him in a kiss, she swung a leg over his chest, positioning her dripping core directly above his face, and lowered herself until she was straddling him. At the same time, she bent forward, her mouth descending toward his waiting cock.
"Mmmmh!" The wet, hot seal of her lips around the head of his shaft was a perfect, filthy sound. A guttural groan was ripped from Valmont's throat, muffled by her thighs as his hands immediately came up to grip her ass, pulling her down onto his mouth.
She was going to suck his cock. He was going to eat her out. It was the sixty-nine both of them wanted. Both of them wanted to prove themselves like it was a competition.
'Oh, fuck…!
Valmont's tongue was a revelation. It was expert, lapping at her with a focused intensity that made her eyes roll back in her head. Valmont feasting on her was an absolute privilege and knocked on her focus. But she had a job to do. She swirled her tongue around the broad head of his cock, tasting the first salty hint of his pre-cum.
"God, you taste good~!"
And right after the licks, she smirked and took down his cockhead. Valmont's tongue momentarily faltered. This seal of hers, it led to her sucking him off. Her tongue worked with the sucking and for a man, it must have been heaven. Even Batman couldn't last longer than a minute from Selina's blowjob—and this was only stage one. Stage two commenced and she took him deeper, her head beginning to bob slowly, rhythmically. Her hand worked the base of his shaft, stroking in time with her mouth.
He was getting harder. He was rising to full mast. From eight inches to nine inches, ten inches…
'I love this fucking dick. I love how fat it feels on my tongue—!'
Oh fuck, ten inches of Middle Eastern dick! She loved it! She was delighted by it! She sucked him off like a woman possessed, her hands stroking from base to the halfway point. Almost nothing was left. She was stroking and sucking everything he had to offer. All ten inches.
His answering groan was a muffled, desperate thing against her wet flesh. His hips gave a slight, involuntary buck, pushing himself deeper into her throat. The challenge was issued, and accepted.
Selina relaxed her jaw and took him. All of him. In one smooth, practiced motion, she deepthroated his entire length, her nose pressing into the dark curls at his base.
The effect was instantaneous. Valmont's body seized beneath her. He couldn't stop it. He let out a pathetic, "Cumming!" His fingers dug into her ass as his climax tore through him without warning. Splurt, splurt, spuuurt!
Hot, thick pulses of cum shot directly down her throat, and she swallowed every last drop. Selina took it with zero issues. Like it was milk, she drank it and loved it. Ten inches of cock, big balls, and a load that was certainly impressive.
'Mmm, compared to Bruce, he certainly lets out plenty~!'
But she could swallow. She wasn't a nobody. She wasn't some stupid slut with no talent. She was Catwoman. She was the best a man could get in bed.
Selina released his fat dick with a wet, final pop, lifting her head to look down her own body at him. He was breathless, grinning with stunned ecstasy.
Selina gave a breathy, triumphant laugh. "Already? And here I was just getting started." She ground herself against his mouth, which had never stopped its talented work. But come on, compared to her blowjob? He was not nearly as skilled. "My turn, mon amour. Don't you dare stop."
His skilled tongue doubled its efforts, circling her clit with a precision that was maddening. Flick, lick, suck. She could feel her own orgasm building, a tight, hot coil in her cunt. She was so close, so fucking close… but she was a thief to her core. She loved to win.
Just as she felt herself about to tip over the edge, she pulled herself off his face, denying herself the release. She was panting, dripping onto his chest. Valmont looked up at her, dazed and confused.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Afraid to scream my name?"
"Not quite. Just want to say: I can make you cum faster."
Her cunt went back down and his tongue attempted to make her cum. Selina just smirked and took his softening—but still impressively large—cock back into her mouth. She suckled him gently, her tongue swirling, her hands caressing his balls, coaxing him back to life with a dedication that was nothing short of artistic.
She was getting affected by his tongue work. She grunted and winced, smiling all the while. It was a tough competition but…
"F-fuck…!"
Valmont faltered again.
Under her expert ministrations, he was soon fully hard again, throbbing inside her throat. She deepthroated him a second time, taking him all the way to the hilt, her throat muscles fluttering around him.
His stunned expression was all the reward she needed. A low, throaty chuckle escaped her lips, vibrating around his still-hard flesh. "You thought a little tongue work would make me forget the main event, mon amour? I'm just warming this magnificent fuck-stick back up."
She released him with a wet shlllp, hefting the full, heavy weight of him in her hand. Her thumb swiped over the slick, reddish-brown head, smearing a fresh bead of pre-cum. "Look at you. Already begging for my mouth again. You can't help it, can you? This big, beautiful dick was made to be sucked. And I was made to suck it."
Selina planted a kiss.
"I'm going to make you scream. I'm going to suck every drop of cum from those big balls of yours in under a minute. You're going to watch it splash all over my face, and you're going to know that no one, no one, fucks a man's mind with her mouth like I do."
Valmont could only groan, his hands fisting the sheets. "Dieu, Selina…"
"Shhh. Just watch."
She started with a slow tease. Her tongue, flat and warm, licked a long, slow stripe from the very base of his shaft all the way to the tip. She focused on the frenulum, that deliciously sensitive spot just under the head, flicking it with the very tip of her tongue.
Flick-flick-flick!
Valmont gasped. Valmont groaned. At this point, even the great Batman would have nutted with all his great discipline. But Valmont? He survived.
"Not bad," Selina remarked, giggling. You like that? You like my tongue right there? Mmm, you taste so fucking good."
Then she engulfed him. Not the slow, deepthroat from before. This was a rapid, relentless piston. Her head bobbed with a rhythm that was almost mechanical in its divine, devastating efficiency. Each downward plunge took him to the back of her throat, the wet, tight muscles constricting around him in a milking motion. Each upward pull was a suction so intense it was nearly painful, her cheeks hollowed out with the force of it.
Sluuurp.
If he could see her from the front, he'd see the webs of saliva coating the tip of his cock.
Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling the heavy orbs gently, then applying a constant loving pressure. "That's it, baby. Let it all go for me. Give me that big, hot load. I want to feel you cum all over me."
Her throat sang a wet, desperate symphony. Her green eyes never left his cock. Never lost focus. And as though she had eyes in the back of her head, she could see the tension coiling in his abdomen, the way his thighs began to tremble.
"I can feel you getting ready," Selina purred. It was a muffled incomprehensible mess, yet the vibrations made him grunt and jerk. "Your dick is throbbing in my throat. You're so close. Come on. Do it. Cover my face."
"Fuck! Selina!" Valmont gasped, his back arching. This time, he stopped entirely. He just couldn't keep up, it seemed. "W-wait—!"
There was no waiting. Valmont's body bowed off the bed as his orgasm exploded. SPLURT! The first violent burst hit the back of her throat and she swallowed it effortlessly. But then she pulled back, just as she'd promised.
SPLURT! SPLUUURT!
Rope after thick, hot rope of cum jetted across her face. It painted stripes over her cheeks, spattered across her nose, and landed with a warm, sticky plop on her chin. She kept her green pupils open, smirking and watching him completely unravel. She milked him dry with her hand, pleasantly surprised by the amount. Valmont was truly exceptional and she kept stroking and milking until she gave his pulsing cock a final, gentle squeeze.
"Haah…fu-fuck…!" Valmont smirked anyway. He couldn't see but he knew what he had done. His seed dripped from Selina Kyle's face—from her eyebrows, down her lips, down her cheeks. She ran a finger through it on her cheek and brought it to her lips, tasting him with a lick.
She smirked, proud of herself. "Twice," she breathed, her voice full of wicked satisfaction. "And I haven't even come once yet."
She turned her head toward him. She showed him his work. She licked her lips.
She ran a finger through the glistening mess he'd made on her chin, her smirk as sharp as a claw. The victory was sweet, but the ache between her legs was a persistent, throbbing demand. Her panties were long since discarded and she was spilling her juices on his chest. Torso twisted, head turned, simply smirking.
"My talented little thief," Valmont breathed. His hands smoothed up her thighs, his touch possessive. "You took everything I had and left me breathless."
"Oh, I'm not done talking." Her head turned back and her eyes dropped to his cock, which was already, impossibly, stirring back to life against his abdomen. "Look at that. Hungry again so soon? You're insatiable."
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her touch deliberately light, almost teasing. "It's just so fucking big, Val. I mean, seriously, what do you feed this thing?" She gave him a slow, measured stroke from root to tip, her thumb swirling over the swollen, leaking head. "Ten inches of cock. Not even Batman was this big. And these balls…" She cupped them, weighing their heavy fullness in her palm. "So full. Maybe they're too big. A liability on a heist."
She giggled, a silvery, taunting sound.
Valmont's smirk was instantaneous, a flash of white in the dim room. He wasn't falling for it. "A liability you seem quite fond of handling, mon chaton."
Selina was about to kiss the tip of his cock. Valmont wasn't going to let her.
"But your taunts are as transparent as museum glass."
He didn't kiss her mouth. He descended up on her cunt once more and she squealed.
"O-oh Valmont—!"
She smiled. She was happy. Two blowjobs and finally he was going to eat her out like she wanted.
His mouth on her was a brand. Flick. Suck. Lick. He didn't tease; he devoured. His tongue was a wicked, knowing thing, lapping at her folds with a focused intensity that stole the air from her lungs.
Selina swore and she arched erotically. If only he could see her..
"Oh fuck, oh gossshh~! Mmmph, I love this tongue of yours, you bad boy!"
…but he'd settle with listening to her moan and praise him.
He found her clit and circled it with his tongue. His suction was perfect. One of his hands slid under her ass, tilting her hips down to give him better access, while the other went to her cunt and used a finger to trace her pussylips.
"Oh, god… fuck—! You really are the man of many tongues!"
He was indeed. Her face landed next to his cock and her fingers wrapped around his cock, not to compete, but to hold herself right there. Using that fat, ten inch pole as an anchor. It was big enough for such a task. The orgasm she'd denied herself earlier was now a storm he was summoning with brutal efficiency
"Right there, don't stop, don't you fucking stop… mmmmnpfh!"
It crashed over Selina without warning, a blinding, white-hot detonation that made her cry out, her body seizing as waves of pleasure radiated out from her core. Her pussy gushed on his smirking lips. She shuddered and his unforgiving mouth drank every last bit of her release.
Selina kept smiling. She sighed.
He finally lifted his head, his chin glistening, and gave one last long lick from bottom to top. He looked utterly pleased with himself. "Now we are even."
"Hardly." Like a woman possessed, she spun and was on top of him, breasts pressing donw on his chest. She pushed at his shoulders and neared his face for a kiss. She didn't quite commit to it, instead teasing him with a smirk. "Get up. I want you against the window. I want Gotham to see what a real fuck looks like."
His eyes darkened with raw lust. "As my lady commands."
Valmont rose from the bed, his erection standing proud and thick, and holding Selina up by the ass cheeks. Her legs automatically locked around his waist. Her fat, heart-shaped ass and his huge cock were arced together.
God, it was a masterpiece.
These two were meant to be together. Valmont with his huge ten inch cock and weighty balls, and Selina with her D-cup tits and her toned, jiggly booty.
In the ambient city light, as his cock pressed against her ass, she could see and feel every detail—the thick, prominent vein running along the underside, the broad, flushed head that glistened with his own excitement. It was so much more than Bruce's respectable, predictable length. This was a weapon of mass pleasure.
For a moment, she leaned back and reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the floor. And then she tapped his lips and released herself from him. Valmont did not say a word. He simply let her land on her feet and walk over. She stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, her naked body erotic and shapely in the glittering night skyline.
She put her palms to the glass. Smirking and peering over her shoulder, Selina bent over, showing her ass cheeks and stretching her pussy with one hand.
"Come on, big boy, don't hold back on me~"
Selina's apartment was expensive with a large queen-sized bed, two side-tables, a view of the whole city, and a connected kitchen and living room. It was modern and comfy and dark. Situated in the middle of Gotha, for a young couple like them, it was nothing short of a sex house. A place to rewind, to watch television, to fuck while having breakfast, and to come back to tend to blue balls.
Valmont came up behind her, his hard cock molding against her pussylips. He didn't go inside her. He was teasing. He was feeling. It wasn't like this was their first fuck. His hands found her hips. His cock, that magnificent beast, went up her pussylips and nestled between her ass cheeks, and she could feel its immense heat, its terrifying girth.
"Tell me," she breathed, pressing her palms flat against the cool window. "Tell me how big it is."
She arched her back further, tits pressed to the glass.
Valmont closed up on her and nipped at her earlobe. "It is ten and a quarter inches of thick, hard fucking cock, Selina. And every last inch is going to buried so deep inside your perfect, greedy cunt that you'll forget any other man's name."
A shudder of pure need wracked her body. "Prove it."
He pulled back and adjusted his dick to her entrance. The broad head pressed against her soaked, sensitive folds. He didn't thrust. He pushed. Slowly. Inexorably.
"Oh, Christ…" she whimpered as the first glorious inch stretched her open. It was so much more than she remembered, so much more than Bruce could ever hope to be. The stretch was a sweet, burning ache. "Mmm, so mucchhh diiiick~!"
A second inch. A third. She was panting, her forehead resting against the glass, watching the tiny cars far below. He was filling her so completely, his girth a heaven she never knew existed.
"You feel that?" Valmont grunted as he sunk deeper. "That's me claiming you. All of you."
The fifth inch made her see stars. This was Bruce's limit and this Middle-Eastern stud—
"Oh gooood! Mmmm! T-this is the dick of my dreeeams!!"
He smirked. The sixth made her cry out, a sharp, ecstatic sound. More cock was to come and he went faster. Pushed in more and more of his cock until her legs were shaking.
"Haah~!"
He bottomed out upon sighing, his hips flush against her ass, and she could feel him, all of him, a perfect, devastating fit that touched something primal deep within her. He was so deep, so fucking deep.
"Fuck me," Selina begged. "Please, Valmont, fuck me. Fuck me hard, you hung thief~!"
He needed no further invitation. He pulled almost all the way out, a torturous, slick sound. Slllk! Then he drove back into her with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. His hips met her ass.
Holy fuck.
She was grinning. She was cumming.
"Cummiiiiing~!!!"
And then he set a brutal, pounding rhythm.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Cumming, cumming, cummiiiing~!!"
Just from him fucking alone. Just from the full range of his cock stretching her cunt. Dick alone, no skill, made her legs shake and her eyes roll back.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuckohfuck—!"
His pace was animalistic, each thrust a declaration of superiority. He fucked her with a untamed power that she was not used to at all. And this…this happened every time. Bruce's controlled, almost clinical motions had never possessed this. It was why she had moved one. How could she not move on from this orgasm-stealing thief? How could she not want to get dicked down?
Her ass jiggled. Her ass didn't bounce, because that would mean she was fucking back. But no, she wasn't able to slam back and counter. This was all Valmont.
"Glad to see you're enjoying this, Cat!"
"W-w-what can I say? I'm a c-cock hungry slut!"
"For me?" Thrust and a grin. "I'm honoured!"
Wham, wham, wham! Those thrusts went harder. There were the classic claps and the need to go deeper—and he did. One hand gripped her hip, holding her steady for his pounding, while the other snaked around her front, groping and squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple until she gasped.
Valmont really was something else…!
"This is what you needed, isn't it?" he grunted in her ear. "A real cock to stretch out that tight little pussy. To fuck you like the gorgeous slut you are."
"Yes!" she screamed. Her pretty pink tits were flat against the glass, a lewd sight for the entire city to see if anyone bothered to look up and had night-goggles. "Oh god, yes! It's so much… fucking… better!"
He was hitting a spot inside her with every thrust, a spot Bruce had only ever found by accident. Pleasure coiled, tighter and hotter than before, a spring about to snap. She was mewling, mindless, reduced to a creature of female need.
"Your dick, your diiick! It's so diiick!" She meowed—or did she moan? It was impossible to say. It was somehow cute though. Her short black hair, emerald blinking and cloudy eyes, and her naturally slutty hourglass figure, with it all, for Catwoman to suddenly sound cute was quite a feat.
"I'm gonna cum," Valmont warned, his rhythm starting to fracture. "Where do you want it, Selina? Tell me."
"My ass!" Selina cried out, and she didn't know where it came from. Maybe she should have asked for it inside but something was stopping her. "Cover my ass! Mark me!"
He pulled out in time to spew thick, hot ropes of his cum painted on her pale booty. It was then Selina understood why: two climaxes and Valmont's cum had not tapered off. This…
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
This was only the beginning.
His baby batter steak across the small of her back and the perfect, still jiggling curves of her ass. The cum shots, so hot and so claiming, tipped her over the edge. Her own orgasm ripped through her, her internal muscles milking nothing but empty space. She gasped and heaved against the glass.
"Ohfuuuuck—!"
Valmont grunted and smirked. He jerked himself off to unload himself. They stayed like that for a long moment, panting, slick with sweat. His spend was a warm, sticky blanket on her booty. So much thicker. So much more than Bruce's.
Valmont took one step backward. He smoothed a hand over her cum-slicked backside. "A work of art."
Selina turned her head, a lazy, sated smile on her lips. "That was… fuck."
"And to think," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. "I haven't even cum inside you yet."
She shivered, anticipation already coiling low in her belly again. "Soon."
"Soon," he agreed.
She toweled herself off. The next she saw was Valmont laying back on the bed, hands behind his head, and his cock standing at attention against his stomach. Still slick and still impossibly hard.
'A fucking monument,' she thought, her mouth watering. 'A real stud's cock...!'
"Your turn to do the work, chérie," Valmont said with that classic heart-stealing smirk. "Ride me. Show me how badly you needed this."
"Still not French."
"Still not not addicted to my cock."
"Touché, honey~"
Selina didn't need to be told twice. She swung a leg over his hips, settling her knees on either side of his powerful thighs. Her ass was already up and her back was arching. The broad, wet head of his cock nudged against her dripping entrance.
At this point, the stretch should have been less intense. It wasn't. A woman's pussy, Selina's pussy, it loved cock and it could never loosen up.
"Look at it, Val. Look how perfectly it fits me. It's like it was fucking made for my pussy."
She didn't just sink down. She took him slowly, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, her pussylips fluttering as they were stretched wide around his girth. Her head fell back, a long, low moan escaping her lips as he filled her, deeper and deeper, until his entire length was buried inside her. She was so full, so complete, in a way that left Bruce's memory as a pale, pathetic ghost.
"Fuuuuck," she whimpered, her hands braced on his hard chest. "It's so deep. I can feel you in my fucking throat. Nothing has ever felt this good. Nothing."
She looked down. She mirrored his smirk and did a slow, rolling grind of her hips that made them both groan. Every time she rose up, the friction was exquisite, and every time she sank back down, the feeling of being impaled was transcendent. "I can tell," Selina said, breathing heavily and smiling wildly, "I can just tell I'm going to cum fifty times tonight."
"Fifty? That's a lowball, babe.
"Is it? You know, Valmont, arrogance isn't that hot."
"Is it arrogance or confidence?" he asked, his hands still behind his head. "You're taking all of it, aren't you? Milking my cock with that perfect, greedy cunt."
He should have followed by slamming up into her. He didn't. It was up to Selina to dominate here. She did her best. She quickened and rode him, smiling and panting heavier. Her cunt squelched around the big dick. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the penthouse.
"Y-you and your cock…!" That smile of Selina's was plain hot, especially as she licked her lips. "You two really are something!"
"So are you. You're like a pro?"
"A pro? Please, I'm better than a pro."
Her hands were on his chest, she bounced and rode him, and her tits jiggled. D-cups couldn't be hotter, from this point of view especially. She could feel an orgasm building already, a tight coil of pleasure low in her belly. Riding, she was able to dictate the pace of her orgasms but…
"Nggh~!"
"Aw, already gonna cum?"
That damn smirk…
"Don't be—"
She gasped, interrupted by nothing but the sheer, unbelievable throb of his cock.
"Y-you…! Ngggth~!" She sucked in a breath. She couldn't stop it, she knew it. Selina had lost.
To hell with it.
"I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her riding becoming more frantic. She was less so riding, in fact, and moreso bouncing down on his dick. Her legs spread further. Her breasts jiggled more. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum all over this monster cock!"
"Do it," Valmont growled. "Soak me. Let me feel you come apart."
It hit her like a freight train. Her body seized, her inner walls clamping down on him in a violent, pulsating rhythm. She cried out, her vision whiting out at the edges as pleasure, pure and devastating, radiated through her entire being. Her pussy spasmed. Her pussy twitched.
'All because of this diiiick—!'
This twitching and this need…!
Selina Kyle didn't stop. The orgasm didn't drain her; it fueled her. As the first wave subsided, she kept riding him, chasing the next one, her body already humming with the promise of more. Her ass clapped down hard.
This was a woman at the peak of female ability and physique. Everything from her mentality to her body, everything was heightened to be the best.
"O-one orgasm won't do! Not at all!"
"Great!" Grinning, Valmont slapped her ass sharply. Smack! The sting mixed with the deep, internal stimulation and sent another, sharper bolt of pleasure through her womb.
"Fuck!" she shrieked, and another orgasm, quicker and sharper than the first, ripped through her.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
She was riding him yet she lost count. She lost all sense of time and place. There was only the feel of him, the sound of their sweat-slicked skin, the sight of his monstrous cock disappearing into her over and over. Orgasms rolled through her one after another—a dozen, two dozen. They were less distinct peaks and more a continuous, screaming plateau of ecstasy. She was mewling, babbling, her words reduced to a litany of filth and praise.
"Your cock! Your fucking perfect cock! It's ruining me for anyone else! Mmmnpfh! Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop! I want to cum a hundred times! I want to forget my own fucking name!"
Valmont just lay there, grinning wider. He was seeing the legendary Catwoman come undone right in front of him.
She was drooling. She was throwing her head back as she bounced on his dick.
Selina felt Valmont throbbing inside her, a tell-tale sign of his own approaching climax. "I'm close, Selina. Tell me where you want it."
"Inside!" Selina begged, the ultimate surrender. "Fill me up, Val! Please, I need to feel you pump that hot fucking cum deep inside my pussy!"
But at the last possible second, with a guttural groan, he gripped her hips and lifted her off him. His cock sprang free, gleaming and utterly untouched by her cunt. Splurt, splurt, splortch! Thick, pearly ropes shot across his own stomach and then bursting to the side of him, to the bed. A massive load wasted on his stomach and the mattress instead of filling her aching depths.
Selina sat back down, breathless and trembling, and staring down on him. A shiny line of drool was rolling down the left side of her lips. "You bastard," she panted, but there was no heat in it, only awe.
He just smirked, running a hand through her damp hair. "Patience, cat. The night is young."
After a few moments of recovery, his hands were on her again. Groping her tits and looking like he was about to kiss her before smirking and turning her over onto her hands and knees. The doggy-style position was primal, submissive, and she arched her back, presenting herself to him without a hint of shame. The window was wide open and the city lights gleamed off the sweat on her skin and the remnants of his previous spend on her ass.
He knelt behind her, his hands gripping the generous curves of her hips. "This perfect ass," he murmured, landing a sharp, stinging slap that made her jump and gasp. Smack! "This perfect, greedy pussy. It belongs to me tonight. I decide when to fill it up."
"You really are getting cocky…"
She didn't mind. Not one bit. She smirked and smirked more when the head of his cock pressed a familiar, demanding pressure
"That's right , and you're going to take me like you belong to me," he growled.
"N-ngggh, I do," she moaned, pushing back against him. "I fucking belong to this cock. Now give it to me. Please."
He thrust forward, not with the slow burn of before, but with a single, powerful, dominating lunge that buried him to the hilt in one smooth, devastating motion.
CLAP—!
Her arms went limp and her face slammed into the mattress.
Oh fuck.
'Nobody's ever fucked me like this—!'
This wasn't their first fuck. Far from it. So how why he…? Ah, she realized. Valmont had been holding back this whole time. This..
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her cunt was born to take this dick. That was what it felt like. His girth stretched her walls juuust the right amount and he kissed her womb deep enough to only make it pleasurable. There was no pain. There was only this sensation of cumming.
'Cumming, cumming, cumming—!'
Only her inner thoughts were comprehensible. Words were useless here. Moans were useless too. Selina's slobbering scream was muffled by the sheets. The angle was deeper, more intense. He didn't wait for her to adjust. He set a relentless, punishing pace, each thrust a claim of ownership. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! His balls slapped against her booty with every drive forward, a dual assault that had her seeing stars.
Her nails clawed at the bed and she managed to lift her head. She could finally breathe—
"Haaahhgnnh! Hgnghghh! Gshskkkk!" Her face flopped up and down. She kept drooling like a fucking dog. "V-Valmmoooont!!!!!"
"Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours!" she cried, her voice breaking.
"Say it again!"
"It's yours! IT'S YOURS! IT'S YOUUUURS~!!!"
He grinned. He smacked her ass. He pounded and made that ass jiggle as his cock drilled into her cunt. There was no question about it, Valmont was a god of sex. Selina Kyle, the great thief who could outwit even Batman, was losing.
Then he stopped.
He pulled all ten inches out, grinning, and making her gasp. "V-Valmont, what are you—!"
All that cock, drenched in her pussy juices. He didn't care. "You know, I've really been holding back on you. This…" He flipped her onto her back and slapped his cock on her cunt. "This is the real me. This is everything I have to offer." He was squatting and he pinned her to the mattress. His ten inch cock grinded up and down her pussy, a promise of what was to come.
"Look at you." Valmont was looking down at her. His hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. "These perfect, fucking tits. So full." He squeezed them, his grip firm, making her gasp. "They're mine to worship tonight."
He lowered his head, and his mouth was hot and wet on her skin. He didn't just kiss her breast; he devoured it. He sucked, licked, and nibbled. His tongue lashed her nipple into a hard, aching peak before he drew the entire areola into his mouth, sucking hard. Slllrp. A moan tore from her throat, her back arching off the bed, offering herself to him completely.
"Oh, fuck, Val… yes… just like that…"
He moved to the other breast, giving it the same lavish, brutal attention. His teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, melting instantly into molten pleasure. He was marking her, claiming every inch of her, and she loved it. His hands kneaded her softness, his fingers digging in.
When he finally lifted his head, her breasts were glistening with his saliva, her nipples red and throbbing. He looked down at her, his dark eyes burning with a fire that stole her breath.
"Now I am going to kiss you," he stated, as if delivering a decree.
His mouth crashed down on hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a conquest. His tongue plunged between her lips, tangling with hers in a wet, filthy dance that tasted of her own arousal and his unique, musky flavor. "Mmmph~!" It was raw, it was desperate, and it was the most intimate connection she had ever felt. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, meeting his hunger with her own.
When they finally broke for air, both were panting. And she peered down to see pre-cum oozing on her cunt.
"You…" She looked up and down. This position, this throbbing monster's desperate need and pre-cum, the conclusion was foregone. "You're going to cum inside, aren't you?"
"Oh, you know it," Valmont promised with a ferocious grin. The monster-girth mushroom of his cock pressed against her, already stretched and sensitive from his previous invasions.
"I'm going to mating press you now, Selina," he growled, his gaze locked on hers. "I'm going to look into your eyes while I fill this perfect pussy with my cock and my cum."
He pushed forward. Schliiick! It was slower this time, more deliberate. An inch. Two. Her eyes fluttered shut at the exquisite stretch.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Her eyes snapped open. She watched his face, watched the strain of his control, the raw pleasure etched into his features as he sank deeper. Three inches. Four, five, six, seven…
"Hngghh~!" Her breath hitched. He was so deep, so impossibly there, touching places no one else ever had, until he was fully inside. Until all ten inches were inside. Until she could feel his balls resting against her ass.
"You feel that?" he grunted, his hips meeting hers. "That's me. All of me. There is no part of you I don't own right now."
He began to move. A slow, deep, rocking rhythm that was somehow more intense than the frantic pounding against the window. Each withdrawal was a sweet agony, each thrust forward a homecoming. Her breasts bounced with every movement, a mesmerizing, jiggling rhythm that he watched with rapt attention, groaning his approval.
But this was only the beginning. He went harder. Valmont just could. To breed her, to fuck her senseless, this was simply a show of what he could do.
"Ohfuckohfuck—"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"Fuckfuckfuck—!" She came, and he didn't. "FUCKFUCKFUCK—! VALMMOOONOT~!!!"
He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth again as he fucked her, the dual sensations driving her instantly to the edge.
"I'M GONNA CUM!" she cried out, her nails digging into his back.
"Cum for me." His left her tits. "Soak my cock. Milk it. I want to feel you pulse around me."
The orgasm exploded, a deep, rolling wave that seemed to have no end. PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Especially because…
"VALMMOOOONT~!!!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMIIING~!!"
He wouldn't stop mating pressing her as she came. As her legs shook. As her toes curled. As her hands opened and closed. Her own nerves weren't making sense to her. They were simply reacting to ten inches of dick.
To the best dick of her life.
She screamed, her body convulsing beneath him, her internal muscles clamping down on his shaft in a rhythmic, desperate grip.
But this fucker…
"Not! Even! Close!"
His dick was hungry for her pussy. He fucked her through it, his pace never faltering, sending shockwaves of aftershocks rocketing through her. Before the first three womanly orgasms had even fully subsided, a fourth one was building, tighter, hotter, spurred on by what he was doing.
Oh fuck, it was going to be another chain, wasn't it?
Selina…
"AGAIN! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN! I WANT DOZENS! I WANT TO FORGET HOW TO THINK!"
Selina was drooling. Selina was happy. This was how sex was supposed to be. Complete and utter joy.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
The bedframe groaned in protest. Orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. They blended into one continuous symphony of pleasure, each peak higher than the last. She was sobbing, babbling, completely mindless, existing only as a vessel for his cock and her own shattering release.
"YOUR DICK FILLS ME UP LIKE NO OTHER!! EVERY THRUST! EVERY TIMMMME~!! EVERYTHING FEELS SO DAMN GOOD WHEN I'M WITH YOU!!!"
Squatting and fucking the ex-boyfriend of the Batman like this should have impossible. Valmont made the impossible possible. He made her gush. He made her drool. He made her eyes roll back.
He knew. He grinned devilishly.
"YOUR COOCCCKK~!!! IT'S SO PERFECT…! I-IT'S RUUUUINING ME!!! MMMNPFH! I'VE NEVER—BRUCE NEVER—OH GOD, NEVER LIKE THIS!"
She felt him swell inside her, the throbbing intensity that signaled his own end. His control was fraying, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate.
"Selina, I'm going to fill you up!"
She wanted to say it. She wanted to accept his cum so, so badly. But her voice was dying out. Her throat could no longer scream. She could only take his dick. Take what he gave her.
'Inside,' she thought, the wish a silent, screaming prayer in her mind. 'Please, this time, inside me. I want it. I want to feel you claim me completely. I want to feel you fill me. I want to carry a part of you, a part of this night, of this perfect fucking cock, forever. I want your baby. Not his. Yours.'
She didn't say it. She just wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles, pulling him as deep as he could possibly go. She met his wild, questioning gaze and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
It was all the permission he needed.
With a guttural roar that sounded like it was torn from his soul, Valmont slammed into her one final, devastating time, hilting himself to the root.
Valmont came inside Catwoman.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Valmont came inside Selina Kyle.
It was unlike anything she had ever felt. A hot, volcanic flood that seemed to have no end. Thick, virile ropes of his release pumped into her womb, wave after wave after wave. It was his largest batch of cumshots yet. She could feel the volume of it, the incredible thickness, painting her insides, claiming her, breeding her. It was so much more than Bruce's. So much hotter. So much more.
He stood there until he was completely empty. His balls were practically twitching with how much cum he poured inside her. Panting, slick with sweat, connected completely, Valmont could only groan and sigh in relief.
"Fuuuck, Selina…!"
Slowly, carefully, he pulled out. A gush of his spend immediately followed, a warm, white trickle escaping her well-used entrance and pooling on the silk sheets beneath her.
Valmont smiled and fell beside her. His cock semi-flaccid and languid on his thigh, he kissed her on the cheek. "Good night, my love…"
Selina couldn't do much except breathe and smile from the kiss. No, she could do one thing. She looked. She looked down at herself. Her pussy was gaping utterly creampied. His seed rolled down her inner thighs in a pearlescent testament to what they'd done. A slow, languorous, utterly sated smile spread across her face. It was the smile of a woman who had been thoroughly, completely, and perfectly fucked.
She didn't have the strength to form another word. Her eyes fluttered shut and she passed out with the hope of being pregnant.
'God, I hope I am…!'
Valmont's seed warming her and breeding new life was all she could think about, even as she dreamed.