Catburglar Conquest 1/2 (Commission) (Patreon)

Felicia Hardy smirked, sharing a glance with her fellow catburglar as she made a few adjustments to her classic costume, making sure it accentuated and emphasized her breasts. Selina had the most delightful friends, if it weren’t for Ivy, this heist wouldn’t have been possible. From everything that she’d heard along the grapevine, there were quite a few villainesses who had attempted what the two of them were planning.

Off the top of her head, there was Live Wire, Maxima, Circe, Talia, Star Sapphire, Cheetah, and Ivy herself. The issue with their attempts: they all relied on just one method of stealing Superman’s fidelity. Either just their body, just magic, just pheromones, all of them failed. Felicia and her Gotham counterpart? Well, on top of plant-sitting next week in exchange for the needed dose of pheromones, they picked Ivy’s brain for what worked and what didn’t with Ivy’s attempt.

Beyond the pheromones, the Themysciran Embassy’s security had received a bit of bad luck the other day, and Felicia had walked out a bit of fun-rope richer. Said rope now held the Man of Steel to a chair in the next room with some appropriate… mood lighting. Really, if Lex didn’t want his warehouses to be robbed, he shouldn’t keep such interesting toys in them.

“Everything ready?” Selina asked, finishing applying the lipstick she’d ‘borrowed’ from Ivy.

“Everything on my end,” Felicia answered with a nod, giving her chest one last check. “I think we’re ready.”

Selina grinned, her own costume done up. She'd had enough of playing back and forth with Batman, this night with Superman was going to be fun. Turning around, her classic green cape flourishing as she did so, Selina led Felica to the room illuminated in red, the bound form of Superman in the middle of the room. He was only just now waking up, the rope binding his upper body and feet to the chair briefly glowing gold as he tried and failed to break it.

“I wouldn’t bother with that, Supes,” Selina called out as she and Felicia strutted into the room.

The Man of Steel looked up at the two women approaching him, then back down to the chair where the rope was glowing. His eyes widened slightly, and his breath caught when he noticed the rope was glowing. He struggled against the ropes, trying to get free, but the bindings held firm. A few seconds later, the glow faded, leaving him still bound.

“You know, I really don't like the idea of you breaking the ropes, Supes,” Selina purred, sauntering over to stand before the bound Clark Kent.

“After all, we went through a lot of trouble getting our hands on it,” Felicia cooed, walking around Superman, running a hand along his chest as she did so, kneeling behind him so that her breasts pressed against his head. “It would be such a shame if you ruined our hard work, and who knows what effect it would have on a friend of yours.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice firm, but not angry.

“I admit, I don’t know much about magic,” Felicia said, gently running her fingers along his muscles. “So I don’t know if breaking the rope she’s always carrying would have any effect on her.”

He took a deep breath, his teeth gritting, and unknowingly inhaling the pheromones that Felicia and Selina had added to their perfume. His eyes closed, and his breathing quickened. A few moments passed as he calmed himself, and by the time he opened his eyes again, he wasn't fighting the ropes anymore.

Opening his eyes, his irises ever so slightly dilated, he said, “I am married. I am not interested.”

The two women chuckled, Felicia’s throat against the back of his head sending the vibrations straight into his skull, and Selina answered, “Superman, that is precisely why we’re interested in doing this. Coins, antiques, art, that’s all gotten boring. We’re the best thieves on the planet, even the most intelligent men in the world can’t keep us out if we want something.”

“Which is why on our last Girl’s Night, we had an idea,” Felicia continued, smirking to herself as she noticed his gaze beginning to slide towards Selina’s chest. “If material goods are no fun anymore, why not try for something immaterial? Like, say, the sexual loyalty of Superman? You have a reputation, Boy Scout, among the bad girls. More than a few have complained about doing their best to get a taste of your ‘super seed’ and you didn’t even notice.”

“I’d say he’s noticing now,” Selina purred, reaching down and pulling the front panel of her dress to the side, revealing her lack of panties, her pubes trimmed into a neat triangle. Letting go of the dress, the Gotham native strut forwards, straddling Superman’s hips. Leaning in, she kissed him, her lips pressing tightly against his, as her hips swirled, grinding into his own.

Superman didn’t return the kiss, his lips immovable as stone. At first, Felicia thought he would break off the kiss, but after a moment of hesitation, he began to kiss her back. The lipstick taken from Ivy was potent enough that when used on most men, they’d be falling over themselves the instant it touched their skin. The fact that it took Superman so long to respond to the lipstick, combined with the multiple doses of pheromones that they'd used on him, spoke well to his willpower.

Still, after a minute, he broke away, glaring up at the two women. Selina grinned down at him, pulling her left breast out from her dress and bringing the hardening nipple to his mouth. Again, he remained as stone, until Felicia pulled a small bag and emptied it into his face. Spores and pollen flooded his sinuses, racing through his body and filling him with heat and lust. With a soft groan, he relented, taking the offered nipple into his mouth.

Felicia smiled, leaning in and kissing Selina, the two women sharing a moan as they met in the middle, tongues dancing around one another. Pulling back, her breast snapping out of Superman’s mouth with a quiet little pop, she looked down at him with a sultry grin.

“Well, I think it’s time we get this really started,” she said, at the same time that Felicia handed her a bottle filled with a white liquid, a matching bottle in her other hand.

The two women both drank down the bottles, tossing them aside when done and freeing their breasts from the leather previously constraining them. Almost as soon as they were free, both pairs of breasts began to swell, growing in size as beads of white fluid formed at their nipples.

Felicia stepped out from behind Superman, gently pushing at Selina’s side as she said, “My turn.”

With a hand under his chin, Felicia turned Superman’s head and presented her own breast to him. At the same time, Selina slid off his lap, going to her knees between his legs. As the Man of Steel sucked at Felicia’s breast, a stream of milk flowing from it, Selina pulled his belt, briefs, and leggings off, freeing his cock. He wasn’t obscenely large, only slightly bigger than average, but enough for the purposes of their plan. Smirking, Selina pulled out the tube of lipstick she’d taken from Ivy, reapplying it to her lips.

Taking his cock into her hand, Selina brought her lips close, blowing against it before she pressed her tongue along its length, licking it clean in preparation for what was to come. Bringing her mouth closer, she then engulfed his shaft into her mouth, taking as much into her mouth as she could without her lips touching his length. When the tip of his manhood reached the entrance to her throat, she brought her lips down, marking her progress.

Another rush of heat and arousal shot through him, this one more intense than the one before. Satisfaction shined in Selina’s eyes, even as Felicia squeezed the breast that Superman was sucking on, sending more milk into his mouth. In response, the Man of Steel began to suck harder, even as Selina relaxed her throat, suppressing her gag reflex as she pushed his cock deeper into her mouth and throat.

His dick got almost all the way in her throat before she paused, looking up at him. A hint of a smirk grew at the corner of her mouth, and she gave a deliberate swallow, causing him to gasp around the tit in his mouth. She pulled back some, showing him her lips and tongue coated in saliva, before pulling him back in, swallowing as deep as she could. Her throat muscles contracted, forcing her to pull back again, this time gagging slightly on his length.

Eyes watering, she powered through, smearing the lipstick and her own saliva along his cock, pushing herself deeper and deeper onto him. Until, finally, her lips pressed flush around the base, his entire manhood within her mouth and throat. Any man, even a Superman, was helpless against what she was doing. He groaned in pleasure, the rope binding him glowing as he tried to move his hands.

“Relax,” Felicia cooed, running a hand through his hair even as she moved the other breast to his mouth. “Let it happen.  Drink my milk,” she commanded.. Surrender to Selina.”

Slowly, Selina began to move her head, bobbing her head up and down his length, her tongue moving around his cock. Even though she'd been warned about his stamina, she had to admit to herself that she was curious how long he would last. If she could just keep him at his current level, she knew she could have him cumming in her mouth inside of a minute.

Her excitement grew as she felt his cock grow thicker in her mouth. She worked faster, wanting to make sure she didn't lose her opportunity. Pulling off, she showed him her lips and tongue coated in his precum, knowing now that it wouldn't be long before he came. Swirling her tongue in her mouth, she threw herself back onto his cock, taking him as far into her throat as possible.

“Oh God,” he gasped, Felicia’s breast popping out of his mouth, feeling Selina’s throat tightening around his length. “Selina…”

She moaned in reply, even as she swallowed his entire length. His fingers flexed, trying to move to her head, but he couldn't. It didn't matter; Selina was able to take him down her throat easily. As she moved her lips up and down his length, she began to pick up speed, her pace increasing until she was clearly sucking him off. Each time her lips brushed over the end of his cock, she twirled his tongue around it, teasing him mercilessly.

As he felt her throat tighten around him, Superman tensed up, his cock swelling even larger in her mouth. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening up as he prepared for release. Then, suddenly, he felt her throat contract, her tongue lashing against his shaft as she swallowed the entirety of his cock into her mouth.

His whole body trembled as he felt his seed rushing into her mouth.For a moment, Selina thought she was going to choke. But then, with an incredible effort of will, she choked it down, swallowing his load as if she were drinking water. The Man of Steel groaned in ecstasy, his cock throbbing inside her mouth as she continued to suck hard on him, trying desperately to get every last drop.

Finally, he slowed, his cock shrinking as she released it from her mouth. Coughing lightly, Selina looked up at him, smiling brightly. Pulling back, she held her mouth open, swirling her tongue around in the last of his cum. Before closing her mouth, and pointedly swallowing.

“Mmm,” she hummed. “You taste good, Boy Scout.”

Felicia chuckled softly, kissing his cheek as she knelt down, running the back of his cheek, “My turn, I believe.”

Selina stood, pulling the rest of her costume off, including her mask. Felicia took Selina’s place between his legs, pulling her costume top down to her waist and wrapping her breasts around his cock, still slick from Selina’s blowjob. Selina herself stood, putting one foot on the chair under his leg, and pulled his head to her slit.

“Go ahead, Boy Scout,” she said, pushing her pussy against his face.

Without hesitation, Superman pushed his head forward, licking her clit. She tasted even better than she smelled and felt. Her juices flowed freely, coating his tongue. Slowly, he began to work his tongue around her wetness,  tasting her until he found her entrance. Sticking his tongue into her, he began to lap at her, making her squirm.

“Oh yes,” Felicia muttered, rubbing her breasts together with his cock between them.

At least half of his attention was focused on Felicia's breasts, Superman working harder to please her. He wanted to give this woman everything he had. And he wanted to do it right now. So, when she asked him to push his tongue into her, he did so without question, finding her opening and pressing his tongue inside. Selina cried out, grabbing his hair tightly as she felt herself being filled by his tongue. She could feel her climax coming closer, her legs shaking as she writhed against his face.

When she finally reached her peak, she screamed, her pleasure overwhelming her. Superman moaned around her clit as he felt her walls constricting around his tongue, sucking his tongue as deep into her vagina as it would go. He wasn't quite ready to cum yet, but he didn't need to be; Felicia was doing a fine job of using her tits to milk him dry.

“Oh my god,” Selina breathed, as she pulled back, Superman’s face covered in her juices, his breath coming in pants, and her legs wobbly. “That was amazing.”

Leaning against him, Selina’s lidded eyes roamed down to where Felicia was speeding up the pace of the titfuck. Turning her gaze to him, she gave a lusty smile and said, “Don’t hold back, Supes. Let go, cum in her cleavage.”

A grunt found its way out of him, streams of white escaping the top of where the New York native’s breasts were pressed tightly together. Felicia gave a cheeky grin and asked, “Ready to move onto the next step?”