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Selina couldn’t do anymore after that. In fact, she could barely walk. Bruce had to help her inside, show her a room, turn the shower on for her. The warm water revived her a little. And, as all cats hated to be dirty, she appreciated having the sweat and dirt of fucking on top of even the most well-manicured lawn taken off her body. Revitalized, but done with sex for a while, Selina put on the dressing gown Bruce provided.

The man himself had pulled a vanishing act. Selina guessed he’d done to the Batcave to check on something, make sure the Batsignal wasn’t on and the Justice League didn’t need him. She allowed him his space. Let him recuperate in his man-cave—she was sure she had taken as much out of him as he had out of her.

When she walked out into the guest room Bruce had given her—not that she planned on leaving—Selina found Talia al Ghul waiting for her.

She was sitting by the window, a package on her lap, wrapped in brown paper. Selina wondered if, from that vantage point, she had seen her and Bruce… “Hello, Selina. It’s been a long time.”

“Not long enough,” Selina retorted. “I suppose you have a claim on Bruce as well.”

“I would say he has a claim on me. But not that he has a claim on you. You always were the independent sort.”

“Maybe yes, maybe no,” Selina said. “Cats can be very affectionate, so long as they’re given their freedom.”

“What about when you put a leash on them?” Talia asked.

Selina's eyes were drawn to Talia's nervous fingers that kept toying with the package wrapped in brown paper. The Demon’s Daughter seemed obsessed with opening it.

"What's in the package?" Selina asked softly.

"A toy that will beat the hell out of whip of yours."

The sensual warmth that flooded through Selina' body made her even more keenly aware that she was absolutely naked under the dressing gown. Where there had been a faint dread and a wish that Talia would leave, there was now a hot, almost lewd anticipation taking its place. And Talia's eyes were fastened to the loosening vee of the gown that revealed the deep valley between her feverish, pointing titties.

“As I recall, you liked the whip,” Selina said.

“You certainly liked using it.”

“Just because I’m sharing Bruce doesn’t mean I’m sharing myself. I am infinitely more valuable.”

“In some ways,” Talia conceded. “I’ve thought a lot about that day. What we did. What happened.”

“I’m not surprised. You don’t seem like the type who gets out much.”

“And you seem like the type who gets out plenty—yet here you are.”

“Here I am.”

Talia's faint, smirking smile told Selina that her companion was aware of the passion that was clutching her loins. The craving for sex was almost painful. Selina was tempted to demand to see what was in the package. She was already convinced, after Talia's flat hint, that it was some kind of sex tool. Well, the way her pussy was crawling with need, she hoped it was a big one. Her deep well was like a starving mouth, eager to be crammed full. She needed it! She just hoped that Talia was adept enough to fuck her until she was satisfied.

Trying to control the tremulous tone of her voice Selina asked slowly, "What's in the package, Talia?"

Selina wasn't sure whether the hot film of moisture on her inner thighs, near her crotch, was from perspiration or was the sweet passion from her vulva. God!

"Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Selina frowned. Why doesn't she unwrap it? She watched Talia stand, slowly remove her halter with the built-in bra cups. Selina stared at the perfect cones of firm flesh. The nipples, surrounded by tight aureoles, were taut brown spikes tilting slightly toward the ceiling.

Her fingers itched to touch the smooth darkness untouched by the sun. Her mouth watered to savor Talia's luscious breasts and to chew those dainty nipples. Smooth little berries on top of all that sweet whipped cream.

"Are you going to conquer me again?" Talia asked, excitement building in her voice. "Or just try?"

Selina watched Talia float to her feet, breasts hardly quivering from the motion. The puffy eagerness of Talia's pussy lips was a pronounced prominence in her hot pants. A proper name, Selina thought… and her own box wasn't exactly an igloo! Selina whirled, letting the hem of her gown swirl to give Talia a quick look at flashing, creamy thighs, and led the way to her massive room’s bed. Selina shrugged out of her gown and tossed it atop a bureau of drawers. When she turned, Talia was skinning out of her hot pants. Eyes missed eyes -- they were too busy exploring each other's bodies. Desire fanned through Selina as she marveled at Talia's delectable nakedness. And Talia's sex-glazed stare told Selina hers was just as inviting.