The Riddle of Romance - 2 (Patreon)

“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.