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Tracey felt his thrusts like orgasms from a lesser encounter, the satisfactory relief she’d get from masturbating, yet building toward a release that she wasn’t sure she would be able to stay conscious through.

The only thing the Cockney could compare it to was a nightmare about falling from some great height. When Bruce actually made her come, she’d find out what happened when you didn’t wake up before you hit bottom.

Tears of joy rolled from Tracey’s eyes. Selina’s tongue spooled out and licked one up. “You’ve got it all, baby. You’re officially his cock-holster.”

“I know! I know!” Tracey cried out hoarsely. “He’s in me clear to me walters! He’s shagging my ballrooms right off’a me!”

Bruce’s hands dropped down to her thighs. He opened them even further. Then he pulled her up, bringing her cunt up to his debauched prick as it plunged down into her.

Selina watched, biting her lip with the sexual tension she felt, but otherwise calm, in control, knowing that her time would come. One hand idly stroked along the contours of her naked body. Every flicker of pleasure from her own caressing touch confirmed to her that she was burning with readiness; that when Bruce took her, she would come and come and come. So she couldn’t envy Tracey for enjoying herself right now. Even if it was her man who was giving her such rapture.

Tracey’s cunt felt sensitive and sore, her whole body aching from the punishment it bore, and she didn’t know if she’d be able to catch her breath before she passed out. But she loved what Bruce’s cock was doing inside of her. Then she felt his feeling hand glide along the curve of her ass, settle into the crease between her buttocks, and search out her asshole with a single finger.

Then two. Then she realized she was being fucked in both her holes. Fucked by one man and it felt like two, no, ten! Tracey felt herself closing in on her orgasm, hurdling towards it, about to both come and receive Bruce’s seed—just the approval she needed from such a masterful lover.

Bruce gave a final, deep jab of his finger into her gyrating ass, then plunged his manhood deep, seeming to reach straight to her womb itself and Tracey knew that when he came, he would be coming right into her fertile core, into her unprotected sex, because who bothered with protection when conception was nearly impossible? But not for Bruce. She just knew that he would not leave off with just making her come—he would breed her.

But he wasn’t coming. He was pulling out of her. Tracey felt his absence grow and grow—that wonderful, massive presence inside her dwindling down to nothing, like another man would shrink after premature ejaculation. But unlike those unfortunates, Bruce could and should keep fucking her. He just wasn’t.

Tracey didn’t understand. She tried to cajole her stricken arms and legs into moving, into wrapping around Bruce and holding his body in place at least long enough for her to get herself off on how he filled her, but her limbs wouldn’t obey. The very pleasure he’d addicted her to was too much for her to throw off, even to get more.

“Not bad,” Bruce grunted as he came out of her, “but why would I give my cum to you when I can give it to my wife?”

“Don’t stop!” Tracey started to cry, but there was no point. Bruce had taken himself fully from her cunt.

“Not bad at all,” Bruce said, but Tracey wasn’t paying attention anymore. She had been on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm—a climax that would close the curtain on all the ecstasy she’d already felt and leave those wrenching jolts of pleasure in the dust. But instead he’d stopped—the poxy bastard had up and left!

She wanted an explanation. She managed to turn her head and saw that Bruce and Selina had embraced. The thief’s light fingers were wrapped around Bruce’s stiff cock—stiff from fucking her pussy—and she pumped it lightly, teasingly, smearing her fingers with both Tracey’s juices and Bruce’s leaking precum. Bruce slipped his own hand between Selina’s legs and teased the scorching arousal there. They went for each other ravenously, their attraction for each other such that Tracey felt entirely forgotten.

Which wasn’t entirely true. Selina was thinking of her, briefly, and in a somewhat bitchy way. She wondered what Tracey was thinking, seeing husband and wife naked, her eagerly pumping her man’s prick as he played with her soaked cunt, her ready flesh. It certainly wouldn’t be something she’d like to catch her mate doing—especially if he’d interrupted her own satisfaction to do it.

On the other hand, Selina thought, Bruce would never do that to her; he knew she’d burn down Wayne Manor on the way out the door. They didn’t have anything of that nature to fear from Tracey. She was one of the Penguin’s stable, for Christ’s sake—she’d fall into line once she realized that for all his dilettante reputation, Bruce was made of far sterner stuff than Cobblepot. He wouldn’t accept any of the willfulness or reluctance that Tracey showed to her current patriarch. If she wanted to be his, she would be his. Lock. Stock. And barrel.

Then Selina’s thoughts of Tracey were obliterated by Bruce’s searching fingers, playing her womanhood to a fever pitch of desire. His expert touch rushed her through foreplay so exquisitely that she just couldn’t keep him waiting. She had to have him, even if it meant he’d stop slaving away at her erogenous zones with the thoroughness Selina usually felt she was due.

Selina was already wet and open from watching Tracey submit (it couldn’t be called anything else). Now she needed to be the one who truly received that magnificent hard-on, felt it reaming and filling her famished pussy until it bred her. Right in front of Tracey, so that British bitch could see what she was missing, being in the wrong seraglio.

Selina rolled onto her back, bent and spread her legs, and held out her arms. All of her was waiting for Bruce’s body to take its rightful place.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” She didn’t mean to plea, but her voice came out hoarse. “Give me your cock. Give me your cum. Give me a child.”

Bruce did not have to be cajoled. Snorting lustfully, he covered Selina with his body, only holding himself back enough that his fervor didn’t harm her. He shoved his stiff cock into her, Selina moaning rapturously as she was filled. One greedy movement had taken all of her cunt, thrusting as near to her cervix as Bruce’s member could get. Selina was breathless with how full she was, but she loved the roughness of his desire for her. She clung to him, moaning delightedly while he rutted her.

Bruce felt his balls tightening, preparing to release the hot seed boiling inside them. He couldn’t control himself now even if he wanted to. It wasn’t like with Tracey. With her he could deny his urges. But with Selina, there was nothing he could hold back from her. Her passionate cries made even the barest delay all but unthinkable. The way her hips grinded and her pussy sucked were almost too much for him, but the way she cried out for more, begging and threatening and growling with inarticulate desire…

Bruce sensed that if he didn’t seed her, this tigress would actually be a threat to him—too much passion for his body to take unless he sated her now. Right now!

The first shot of his sperm on the burning walls of Selina’s pussy took her by complete surprise; she was so enthralled by the sex that her hazy mind had lost sight of the reaction she was trying to provoke. Selina stiffened, freezing until her mind could absorb the delicious burst of feeling at her core, then she found she was on the cusp of orgasm. Beginning the breathtaking plummet from tension to the depths of release.

His cum flooded her over and over again, each shot of it titillating Selina—a fast, brutal stroke on her most sensitive places. Her body convulsed uncontrollably. Her open mouth answered his strained grunts with her own delighted cries.

Then the room fell perfectly silent, except for the labored breathing of Tracey disrupting their contented serenity. Selina tried to ignore her and savor the tangle of sweaty flesh that their bodies had come to an stop in.

Bruce breathed in the satisfaction Selina clearly felt, her exhausted glee at having him inside her. She was in no hurry to be rid of him. Her flooded cunt continued to gently squeeze his member as her breathing returned to normal.

There was nothing that needed to be said—nothing that could be done to make his gratitude or enjoyment more obvious. Selina let her eyes meet Bruce’s. Instead of hiding her feelings, she openly displayed her soft smile and the dreamy look she regarded him with.

Bruce was reassured that there was nothing more she needed to be happy. He didn’t know if he’d managed to breed her, but somehow, it only seemed right that this be when they conceived a child. It hadn’t just been something shared between Bruce and Selina. The way they were manipulating Tracey, bending her to their will, was something the Bat and the Cat had done.

They lay perfectly still, letting Tracey seethe with her envy of them. The mass of Bruce’s musculature should have weighed heavily on Selina, but she hardly felt it through the rightness of their positioning. Lying together, still entwined from their brief but intense lovemaking. They were both soaking with sweat and the chill that the Iceberg Lounge had been named for made itself known upon their bare skin.

Elsewhere in the building, a door slammed and sent a reverberation through the walls. Selina wondered if anyone had heard her vocalize that stunning orgasm. But then, she didn’t care. They’d wanted Tracey to learn about the astonishing sex they had. If the entire floor knew, it was just proof they’d gone above and beyond the call of duty.

Tracey began to touch herself, hand rubbing and stroking between her legs, trying to rekindle the fire that Bruce had put deep inside her. She moaned, but it sounded fake, exaggerated, like she was trying to make believe she was coming as hard as Selina had.