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Thus Spake: Oh, Superman!	By : Tycho Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 67630 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Superman,nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Risking Curiosity

The sun had set hours ago. The evening was laden with a thick fog as night blossomed over Gotham City. Dark towers of stone and glass jutted up through the mist like sleeping giants, the skyscrapers of Gotham. A dark figure scampered across the rooftops, swift and sure, leaping from one towering building to the next without hesitation. With effortless grace, the slender shadow flitted from roof to roof, all the while clutching a small bag.

“Not a bad night, Selina.” Selina Kyle, the infamous Catwoman, smiled contently as she vaulted across a forty story chasm between office buildings, her eyes glittering behind her diamond shaped infrared goggles. There was at least three million dollars worth of diamonds in the bag pressed tightly against her formfitting black leather costume. “Not bad at all…”

Selina leapt across another gap, but as her black boot landed on the ledge of the next rooftop, the stone cracked and gave way. With a startled cry, Selina pitched backward toward a long fall and a certain death.

Then a black gloved hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back onto the roof.

“Well, I never thought you’d show up when I actually needed you, Batman…” Selina stopped short as she saw whom the gloved hand belonged to.

It was a man, tall and solidly built. He wore a dark black trench coat and matching fedora and rimmed glasses. What caught Selina’s eye was his bright red tie. It fluttered about in the wind, contrasting sharply with his black ensemble. He looked down at her, and she noticed his eyes were a piercing blue.

“I’m not Batman.” He spoke in a deep baritone.

“No joke.” Selina wrenched her wrist from his grasp. “Thanks all the same, buddy. Forget that you saw me.”

“I just saved your life.” He stepped in front of her as she moved away, blocking her path. “You owe me.”

“You’re out of your league, Mr. Power Tie.” Selina grabbed the scarlet fabric in her hand and pulled the man’s face close to hers, forcing him to stare into her tinted goggles. “Now get out of my way.”

“Just a few questions.” He held her gaze unflinchingly. “No harm in that.”

“You’re a reporter?” She let go of his tie, sighing with impatience. “I thought you were at least a wannabe superhero.”

“Clark Kent, Dailey Planet.” He extended his hand, doffing his hat and smiling broadly. “I promise to keep the interview brief.”

“Just long enough to let the cops catch me?” Selina shook her head in disbelief. “How stupid do you think I am, Mr. Kent?”

“The police were just given an anonymous tip that a burglar was seen about three miles from here, heading in the opposite direction.” Clark adjusted his glasses. “I don’t think they’ll interrupt us.”

“That’s quite kind of you, Mr. Kent.” Selina grinned slyly. “Very illegal, too. That doesn’t hurt.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Clark produced a pad and pencil from his coat pocket. “And please, call me Clark, Miss Catwoman.”

“Just Catwoman, thanks…Mr. Kent.” Selina smiled with faint amusement. “You’re pretty mild mannered for a reporter.”

“I’ve managed an interview with the legendary Catwoman.” Clark countered. “But I can get rough if you want.”

“Excuse me?” Selina set her bag down next to her, setting her clawed gloves on her hips.

“With the interview, I mean.” Clark adjusted his glasses again. “So what drew you to crime?”

“I like money.” Selina answered tersely. “And diamonds. Speaking of which…” She gestured to the bag next to her. “I should be going.”

“Is it true you were involved in S&M dominatrix sex clubs before your criminal career?” Clark jotted down notes.

“Can’t a girl wear skintight leather and carry a whip nowadays without being ostracized?” Selina answered through gritted teeth. “It’s none of your business.”

“But you realize that a large portion of Gotham’s male demographic have admitted to fantasizing about you, do you not?” Clark kept his eyes on his notepad, scribbling quickly.

“Well that’s a pleasant thought.” Selina rolled her eyes, then let herself look up and down Clark Kent’s suited form. He was certainly well built for just a reporter, she decided. He likely worked out regularly. He was handsome in a rugged farm boy kind of way. They grew them big where he came from, apparently. Selina wondered how much of him was blue-ribbon worthy. How long had it been since she had… “I do have a certain allure. Are you part of that demographic, Mr. Kent?”

“And do you…what? Sorry…I….well…” Clark fiddled with his tie anxiously. “Well, golly, Catwoman… I mean, you look real swell in that catsuit.”

“Swell?” Catwoman smirked and cast a significant glance down toward Clark’s trousers. “Is that what’s happening down there? Got a little swelling?”

“I…um…Are you in a relationship with the Batman?” Clark began scribbling again.

“I don’t tie myself down.” Selina licked her lips and took a step toward Clark. “I like to prowl wherever I please.”

“Well, uh…um….ah….d-do you partake in dominatrix sex practices?” Clark swallowed hard and readjusted his glasses.

“You already asked that.” Selina brushed aside Clark’s notepad.

“That wasn’t for the interview.” Clark looked down at her as she pressed up against him.

“All the same, you had better take notes.” Selina grabbed Clark’s collar in her hands. “This is going to be the story of your life.”

* * *

Selina pulled him into a kiss, and Clark let out a startled yelp as she bit down on his lip. Her teeth did no damage to his flesh, but he felt the slight pain as he maintained maximum sensitivity, utilizing the intensive training that Wonder Woman had given him.

Clark’s hands grasped the smooth curve of Selina’s buttocks, squeezing the leather-clad cheeks. Selina was in unbelievable shape. Clark felt pure, tone muscle as he kneaded her butt.

“Got a little spirit in you, Mr. Kent?” Selina purred as she broke their kiss for a moment. “That’s more like it.”

Selina shoved, knocking Clark down onto his back. She stood over him, a booted foot on either side of his torso. Clark tilted his fedora up and out of his eyes in time to see Selina reach up and begin to unzip the front of her catsuit. The leather parted down between the swell of her breasts, then past her stomach. Selina leered at him as she reached up and pulled open the gap at her chest, exposing more and more of her creamy skin. Time seemed to crawl by, and it felt like hours until Clark’s breath caught in his throat as Selina’s breasts were finally revealed.

“Do you think these have anything to do with my popularity with the male demographic?” Selina asked sarcastically as she knelt to straddle Clark’s waist. Her skin was strikingly white compared to the blackness of her catsuit, and her breasts seemed to glow in the diffused light from the fog-shrouded moon.

Clark felt his cock stiffen and rise up, straining against the zipper of his trousers. Selina settled down on top of him, and his hard length pressed up against the leather seam between her legs.

“Hey now.” Selina grinned as she felt his arousal beneath her. “What’s this?”

“Forgive me.” Clark reached up and grabbed Selina’s breasts in his hands, squeezing them firmly. “God, they feel so soft, Catwoman.”

“Oh, now this is more like it.” Selina’s hands covered Clark’s as he kneaded her soft orbs. “I was afraid you were going to be a timid little man.”

“Hardly.” Clark sat up and covered Selina’s left breast in with his lips, nibbling at her erect nipple.

“Meee…ooow.” Selina’s eyes fluttered closed behind her goggles as Clark mauled her breasts, licking and nipping at her lush mounds. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

Selina reached down and grasped the zipper of Clark’s trousers and his manhood rose up from the dark fabric. She wrapped her hand around the pulsating shaft and gasped at its length and width. Clark groaned into her breast. His newfound control allowed him to feel the slightest touch, and Selina’s grip was anything but subtle.

“That’s not bad at all.” Selina’s breath quickened as she ran her hand up and down the length of Clark’s rod, marveling at his size. “Not bad... at all.”

“Catwoman, I want…” Clark reached down and unzipped Selina’s catsuit further, but the zipper stopped just short of his goal. “Please, I need to…”

“You and me both, Mr. Kent.” Selina pealed her leather catsuit from her shoulders, and Clark helped pull it down past her toned butt and down over her slender legs. Selina was left wearing nothing save her goggles and cowl. “A girl has to keep a secret or two, you understand.”

Selina lowered herself onto Clark’s eagerly throbbing member. Clark gasped as he felt her nether lips envelope his cock, sinking inch after inch into her hot, wet embrace. He reflexively adjusted his glasses as they slid down his nose.

“Rrrrrooowwrrrr!” Selina’s voice rose in a feline cry of pleasure as Clark’s massive shaft filled her vessel with solid heat. “Bigger than…nnnghhaa! Bigger than I thought…”

“Ugghhh! Catwoman…hot…it’s…oh, you’re HOT!” Clark laid back on the stone rooftop, letting his hands move down to hold Selina’s hips. “Oh that’s so good!”

“Ahhh…” Selina churned her hips against his trousers. She grabbed his crimson tie and leaned back, tilting his cock with her. The tie went taut and tightened around Clark’s neck. He looked down the length of red fabric and watched Selina’s breasts jiggle about as she rode him. “Mmmnnnghaaa! Yes! Oh!”

“Catwoman! Yeah! Aaarghh!” He groaned as his cock roamed up into her warm sheath with marvelous friction. Clark reached out and ran his hand over Selina’s toned abs as they undulated with every twist of her hips. Minutes passed as Selina rode him, grasping his tie in her hand like the reigns on a bucking bronco. Soon Clark could feel the constrictions begin.

“Ahh…ohhhh…I’m…oh, GOD!” Selina bit down on her lower lip, her eyes closed behind her goggles. Her body felt like it was on fire, and the blaze was white hot in her womb. “I’m going to come! Yes! Oh, yes! Nnnghhaa!”

“Come, Catwoman!” Clark caressed her abs he watched her body begin to convulse. “Come for me, Catwoman! I can feel you…Ohhh!” He gasped as Selina’s vessel began to clamp down on his cock.

Selina shook violently, her chest heaving as she rode out her orgasm. Her knuckles went white as she gripped Clark’s tie, holding on for dear life. She finally went lax and fell forward on top of Clark’s chest, trying to catch her breath.

“That wasn’t bad, Mr. Kent.” Selina whispered. “But we’re not done just yet. Did you even…?”

“We Midwestern men do these things the right way.” Clark growled low in his throat. “Long and hard work; that’s what we do.”

“You know the French call an orgasm the ‘little death’, don’t you?” Selina grinned as she sat back up. Clark’s shaft was still hard within her, throbbing against the walls of her canal. He felt marvelous.

“Then don’t you still have eight more deaths to go?” Clark winked up at her.

“Why have I always avoided the press?” Selina shook her head.

Clark rolled, bringing Selina beneath him. He grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned them down beside her head. His black polished shoes scrapped against the roof as his hips began ramming into her with a vengeance.

“Oh, GOD!” Selina screamed in shock. Her breath left her as Clark’s rod plunged even deeper within her intimate folds. Selina wrapped her legs around Clark’s coattails, pressing her calves against his butt and pulling him into her with each crazed thrust. Clark’s trench coat covered her body as he rutted into her, their body heat building. Selina realized a new heat was rising inside her. She gasped in shock at how quickly she was approaching climax. “That’s it, Kent! AHHH!!! Uh-huh! YES! Oh, hell, I’m…I’m gonna…ahh..ahh…Nnngghhaaa!!!”

Clark held Selina’s arms down fast as she thrashed underneath him. Her voice called out in a strangled cry of release, but Clark continued pounding away. He came up on his knees and flipped Selina over onto her stomach. Clark seized Selina’s hips and pulled her onto his thrusting shaft, taking her from behind.

“Yes, Kent! That’s right! Mmm…yeah!” Selina moaned, starring down at the roof while she lay on her hands and knees. Her luscious orbs swung beneath her as Clark rammed into her, sending ripples through her body. Selina reared back against him, wanting his hard rod of flesh to plunge even deeper into her, as if that was possible. Clark’s manhood pleasured her ceaselessly, driving into her like a piston. “Here…ooooh….here comes another one! No, wait! Oh GOD! It’s…oh YES!!! AHHH!!!”

Clark slammed into Selina, sending her body into a fit of spasms. Selina wailed in ecstasy as her loins were consumed by delicious heat. Sweat poured down Selina’s body as she came again and again, her breath was ragged and her mind reeled with pleasure. Riding her like an animal, Clark brought Selina to three consecutive orgasms in the span of a minute. Just as she thought one had ended, she felt her body shudder with the power of the next climax. Selina was shaking uncontrollably when Clark’s deep voice spoke from behind her, his breathing deep but steady.

“Just three more lives to go, Catwoman.”

Selina twisted around, pouncing on Clark. Her mind was awash in lust, all reason lost in the foggy night. She ripped his coat from him, her hands shredding his shirt in seconds, and his trousers followed. Selina wrapped herself around him, mounting his cock and purring as she felt his bare chiseled chest press against her smooth, soft bosom. Clark moaned as Selina started licking at his throat, her tongue lapping against his flesh.

Clark got to his feet, his hands grasping Selina’s butt while her limbs curled around his muscular body. Selina undulated against him, and Clark’s rippling arms lifted and lowered her with ease. Selina cried out as Clark impaled her body on his thrusting cock.

“Harder, Kent!” Selina ordered, then resumed licking at Clark’s stubble. Her fingernails raked down his back. Selina would have wondered why she did not draw blood, had she not been half mad with pleasure. “Come on! Deeper!”

Clark lifted Selina up off of him, his member slipping out of her vessel completely.

“Wait! No!” Selina cried out in panic. “Don’t stop!”

Clark took a moment to grin before slamming Selina back down, driving his bulging cock up into her with one powerful motion. Selina arched her back as her seventh orgasm crashed through her straining body. Clark’s eyes closed as he savored the feel of Selina’s womanhood constricting around him as she came.

Selina wriggled out of Clark’s grasp and turned away from him. She bent down at the waist, doubling over at an incredible angle, placing her own head between her knees. Her lush buttocks glistened with sweat, and Clark grasped her toned cheeks as he once again mounted the Catwoman.

“You still…uuughhh…haven’t come yet, Mr. Kent!” Selina gripped her ankles as Clark’s loins slapped against her with a loud smack. “You aren’t enjoying this…ohh…AHHH!!!...this…interview?”

“I’m just…mmm…yes….I’m just saving up for the big finish!” Clark quipped huskily, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose.

Selina snickered and sent her hands up between her legs, grasping the twin spheres of Clark’s testicles. Clark gasped with shocked delight as Selina’s nimble fingers toyed and massaged his sac. He tilted back his head as she rolled his testicles back and forth firmly but gently. It was wonderful to feel her fingers kneading him as he thrust into her again and again.

“Nnnnghhaa! Ohhh…number eight…here it…comes…” Selina hissed through her teeth, trying not to black out as her climax burned through her. “Ungh…ungh…AARGH!”

Clark backed away, feeling the growing pressure in his groin reaching a critical level. Selina stood up straight and turned toward him, her teeth bared like fangs. She leapt on him, knocking Clark to his back on the stone rooftop. Selina grabbed her whip from the dark pile of her catsuit and quickly wrapped the end around Clark’s wrists, binding his hands. Selina pulled on the whip, bringing Clark’s hands to her breasts.

“I don’t need to be told twice.” Clark grinned, groping her.

“Indulge me.” Selina rose up over Clark’s twitching shaft. “And I’ll indulge you.”

“You mean…Ahhh!” Clark’s question was cut short as Selina’s moist slit descended on his rod with ferocious speed. Selina rode him with total abandon, her hips pumping his groin for all it was worth. “Good god, Catwoman! Yes!”

Selina pulled his bound hands up and over her head, resting his wrists against the back of her slim neck. She gazed down at Clark from behind her goggles, watching his bespectacled eyes go wide with pleasure as she ground her hips, letting his thick and pulsating manhood churn inside of her.

“I’m…mmmm…I’m going to come, Kent!” Selina bared her teeth again, growling low in her throat. “And you’re going to come with me!”

“Are…unnnghh! Oh! Are you sure?” Clark asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Am I sure?” Selina leaned down and trailed her tongue up Clark’s neck, over his chin and across his lips, dipping into his mouth to wrestle with his own tongue. After a moment, she broke their kiss, letting a string of saliva hang between their lips. “I am Catwoman!”

And with that, Selina reached up and unbound Clark’s wrists. She then reached down and groped Clark’s massive pectorals while his warm hands seized her supple breasts, kneading her as she rode him ever more violently. They both felt a rising tension in their loins that built to a critical mass of pleasure, and they cried out as they succumbed to it.

Clark let himself go, trusting in Wonder Woman’s training. His testicles clenched and his shaft let loose a powerful jet of his seed. Selina screamed with glee as she felt a flood of heat erupt up into her in several strong volleys. She had never felt a man come with such force, and her own orgasm intensified beyond any she had ever known. Her vessel fastened down on Clark’s convulsing organ, pulling at the hard length of flesh.

“CATWOMAN!” Clark roared his release.

“OH GOD! KENT!” Selina’s scream was long and loud. Her body went limp and she collapsed on top of Clark, letting her bosom press comfortingly against his hard chest.

While Selina was still gasping for breath, Clark rolled over on top of her and began trailing tender kisses down her neck, between her breasts, and down her stomach.

“Oh, Kent.” Selina rolled her head back, and lavished in this latest act of pleasure. “Mmmnn…”

As Clark passed Selina’s bellybutton, he reached up to his glasses and depressed a small button on the thick frames. A beam of green light shot out from the bridge of his glasses, firing a diffused beam of kryptonite energy down into Selina’s womb. Clark had designed his new lead-rimmed glasses to neutralize his semen. While pregnancy was not a risk, the idea of his kryptonian sperm causing damage to a woman’s body was unacceptable. After a moment, he released the button just as Selina sat up.

“Ready for another round?” She purred.

“I’m sorry, Catwoman.” Clark shook his head with genuine regret. “But all you’re lives are up.”

“I suppose you’re right. The night is slipping away.” Selina sighed, reaching to gather her catsuit. Clark helped her squeeze back into the black leather. She zipped up the front and turned to him. “Enjoyed the exclusive?”

“A Pulitzer for sure.” Clark fastened his tattered trousers and draped his trench coat over his naked torso. “Maybe I’ll be able to buy a new suit.”

“This ought to cover it.” Selina slipped a hand into her bag and tossed him a small diamond. “Until next time, Mr. Kent.”

“Next time?” Clark chuckled. “I don’t make it to Gotham City very often.”

“Just the same.” Selina sauntered over to him. “See if you can manage to stay late at the Daily Planet. Say around midnight in two weeks. Wear something nice. And something that shreds in a satisfying way.”

“The Daily Planet is highly secured.” Clark raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“Clark, honey.” Selina finally spoke his first name, tapping Clark’s lip with the tip of her claw-gloved finger. “I’m Catwoman.”
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