Catburglar Conquest 2/2 (Patreon)

“Not my usual color, but it does have some benefits, wouldn’t you agree?” Selina asked rhetorically as she loosened Wonder Woman’s lasso from where it was binding Superman’s legs to the chair.

“Indeed,” Felicia purred as she removed the rest of her costume, baring her lithe yet voluptuous body to the other two.

A triangular patch of hair, just as white as the hair on her head and pointing at her womanhood, drew Superman’s eyes, as Selina lifted the top half of his costume up over his head. With his hands still bound behind his back, it bunched up at his wrists, but neither woman paid it much mind. Selina leaned in, just as Felicia was stepping out of the costume pooling at her feet, and ran her tongue along the lines of his muscles.

Her iconic seductive smirk on her face, Felicia strutted to the two, kneeling down and pulling the lower half of Superman’s costume down. Leaning in, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Taking his feet out of his boots, she placed soft kisses along his length as she did so, ensuring that he remained erect.

Standing up, Felicia pressed her chest against his arm, mimicked by Selina on his other side. Passing the Lasso to Felicia, Selina then reached down and took hold of Superman’s cock, using her grip on it to guide him to a bed that had been set up on the far side of the room.

Before he was pushed onto the bed, Selina utilized a brief bit of blindingly fast ropework to bind his hands in front of him. Now pushing him onto the bed, his wrists were tied above his head, while his ankles were each tied to the corners at the foot of the bed. Turning to her fellow catburglar, Selina grinned, a lustful expression on her face.

“I’ve already had his tongue, mind if I try out his scepter first?” she asked.

“By all means, go right ahead,” Felicia purred, leaning in and planting a kiss on the brunette’s lips.

Selina returned it, her hands reaching up and running along Felicia’s sides and her back. Before moving to the white haired woman’s front rubbing the still wet cum on top of her breasts into her skin like it was moisturizer. Felicia’s hands weren’t idle, one threading into Selina’s hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling her deeper into the kiss, while the other ran down her back, feeling the tight muscle under soft skin, and came to a stop over her ass.

As the women kissed, their hands roamed, feeling and exploring with no thought for time or space. As they broke off the kiss, Felicia pulled away, looking at her friend fondly.

“You know, if this works out, we should call up Harley and Ivy, see if they’d be interested in giving him a spin,” she said, turning a half-lidded gaze towards the restrained Man of Steel.

“Hmm,” Selina mused, turning her own eyes to him. “We do owe them for making this possible in the first place…”

Felicia grinned, “We certainly do. You know what they say: sharing is caring.”

The two women giggled, sharing another quick kiss, before the long haired brunette gestured towards the bed with one hand. A smoldering expression on her face, she asked, “Shall we get started?”

Felicia just grinned, and the two women made their way to the bed. Climbing on, they straddled the restrained Superman, Felicia lowering her front to cover his face while Selina straddled his waist, her slit pinning his cock between them.

For several minutes, the two women rode the man, grinding against him and writhing in their pleasure, not allowing any penetration just yet. In particular, Felicia enjoyed the sensation of his tongue as it played across her folds, teasing her and leaving her wanting more. She shivered when his tongue found her clit, making her clench around the organ, and she let out a whimper as he sucked her nub into his mouth, applying suction and tugging at it gently.

She moaned, while Selina grunted, "Mmm...he feels good."

"Yeah, I bet," Felicia replied, biting her lip as she felt his tongue rub against her clit again. She shifted her position slightly, raising herself up a little higher, and opening her legs further apart, so that his mouth closed over her swollen clit again.

Deciding she'd played enough, Selina lifted her hips, lining up his cock with her folds, before sinking down on it. The feeling of having someone inside her, even if only part way, was exquisite, and she wanted to savor it.

After a moment, she began to move, sliding up and down his length, taking him deeper with every pass. When she got to about halfway, she would pause, letting the tip of his member press past her G-spot, which sent a wave of shivers through her body. He was so big, but he slid in and out of her easily, and the sensation left her wanting more.

They continued for another few minutes, before Selina leaned forward and took one of Felicia's nipples into her mouth. Reaching up with a hand to fondle the other breast, she twisted and pinched, rolling her tongue around the erect pink flesh, eliciting an excited groan from the busty thief. She released her nipple, and continued to ride her lover as she reached between her legs, rubbing her clit with her thumb.

Even as she rubbed her pussy, she kept slowly riding him, feeling his shaft flex as it entered and exited her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She paused to rest her hands on his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing beneath her.

Soon, her thighs were gripping his body tightly, and she was panting, covered in sweat. Her breasts bounced around as her body jerked, unable to contain the immense pleasure coursing through her. His tongue had done wonderful things to her, but now, with his cock buried deep within her, she knew she couldn't last much longer.

The sensation of his cock hitting her G-Spot was too much, and she started to grind down, milking his member with her passage, the tingle building until she came hard, her entire body tensing, her toes curling and her back arching as she shuddered violently.

She cried out, her voice cracking as she tried to hold onto consciousness, her hands gripping Felicia's shoulders as she shook with the force of her orgasm. A minute later, she came down, her breathing slowing, her mind coming back into focus.

“That good huh?” Felicia asked, her voice breathy and distracted, as she rose up off Superman’s face, the Man of Steel’s head lifting up in an attempt to follow her.

Selina nodded, leaning forward to take a taste of his lips, tasting Felicia’s juices on them. She kissed the hero, moving her hips so that his cock stayed hard. She then rose up on shaky legs, stumbling off of him moments before Felicia took her place, her back facing Superman with her hands on the bed between his legs, supporting her weight as she slid onto his dick. As Felicia worked her hips back and forth, slowly sinking further and further onto him, Selina lay next to him. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she leaned in, her mouth next to his ear.

“It feels so good, doesn’t it?” Selina cooed into his ear. “The lust, our bodies, everything we can do to you. You like it don't you? Tell me how much. I want to hear it. Say it!”

As she said this, she ran her hand along his stomach, and then cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. He bucked and twitched, his eyes fluttering as she did this, and he mumbled something.

“What was that?” Selina questioned, as Felicia’s hips made contact with Superman’s, taking the entirety of his length within her. “Speak up.”

He didn't respond immediately, and she reached down, under Felicia's thigh as she rose up, her hand cupping his balls. She squeezed them gently, and he moaned, his words becoming clearer.

“I...like it. It feels good. So good.”

"Good?" Selina laughed. "You're not lying to me are you? How good does it feel? Be honest."

His eyes closed for a moment, his head falling back as he sighed. Then he spoke again.

“It is amazing, better than I imagined,” he said reluctantly.

“I thought so,” Selina purred, “just think about how good it would be to be ours. Forever. No more secrets. No more lying. Just us, forever. Our man, always by our sides. Owned by us, belonging to us. Is that what you want? To be owned?”

She waited, watching him, waiting to see if he'd say anything. When he didn't, she caressed his nuts some more, running her fingers over his sensitive skin.

“Say yes,” she purred. “Just imagine it. We own you, you belong to us. You will do whatever we tell you to do. Whatever we desire. That way, you'll always have what you need. There won't ever be any more secrets. Ever again. Do you want that life?”

He was silent as she continued to hold his balls, squeezing them, kneading them, running her nails across them. The pheromones, the sensuality, the act itself, all combined to wear away at his mind and his resolve. Finally, just when Selina nearly thought he'd resisted all their efforts, he spoke.

“Yes, I want that life,” he whispered, the words barely audible. Selina leaned in, kissing him on the lips, securing their victory. Felicia smiled, moving her hips, sliding herself down his length, until the tip of his member brushed up against the entrance of her womb. She paused there, savoring the feeling.

“There, now you’re ours,” Felicia said as she started moving again. Superman shuddered, his eyes closing, his face relaxing as Felicia moved. She sank further and further down his shaft, letting him feel the fullness, the tightness of her tunnel as she moved, slowly grinding her hips. She felt his body react, his muscles tensing. His eyes opened, staring up at her, and she smiled over her shoulder.

“You like that huh? Good. Now you can feel it whenever you want. Whenever you choose to join us. Because from now on, we own you. And we deserve to have what is ours. You will come to us willingly or unwillingly. Whichever we decide. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” he replied.

Selina gave him one last kiss, a quick peck on the cheek, and then told him, “Cum for us. Fill her tight human pussy with your seed. Give her what she deserves. Give her what she needs. Cum for us.”

With those final words, she let go of his balls, and he exploded, spurting ropes of cum deep inside Felicia. She shifted her hips, milking him, moving up and down his shaft, thrusting his spunk out into her depths. His orgasm lasted long, but eventually it faded, leaving his body limp and spent. She slowed her pace, finishing off his release, pushing herself up until his cock popped out of her, his seed leaking out of her, and collapsing onto the ground beside them.

The two women looked at each other, satisfied with the outcome of the evening, and they shared another laugh.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think this would work,” Selina said as she helped the white haired thief to her feet.

“The same. I just figured that at the very least, it would be fun,” Felicia agreed, turning back to the still limp form of Superman.

“Well, we should come up with a new name for him, don’t you think? Since I don’t like the thought of letting some maniac with an ego the size of Jupiter taking shots at our boytoy, he can’t be going out there and being Superman anymore,” Selina mused.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Felicia agreed, thinking to herself that she really liked the idea of calling Superman 'boytoy'. “Maybe just that, since it’s not like he’ll be needed for a lot else?”

“Something to sleep on,” Selina said with a shrug, making her way back to the bed and climbing on.

More important matters could wait until the morning, when the immediate haze of a successful theft had worn off.