Selina Kyle

“No, you’re going to listen to what I have to say,” Selina pushes you down onto her sofa, planting her hands on your knees and leaning down to purr throatily. “You almost fell for Ivy’s pheromones and sweet nothings.” Her voice turns into a low, displeased growl. “She doesn’t care for you, she just wants to use you and then discard you.” Selina, for some retarded reason, has been slowly pulling down the zipper of your pants. Pulling your half formed erection out, she presses the tip against your navel and lowers herself to her knees and presses a wet, warm kiss to your testicles. “I won’t betray you or dump you. You should choose me, not Poison fucking Ivy. I’m so much better than that vegan,” Selina spits on your swollen balls and rubs it around with her tongue. “Choose me, I’ll take care of you. Promise.”

“And how did you get injured again?” Selina inquires, unimpressed with your attempts to deflect the question. You came into her apartment just minutes ago, bleeding from three wounds across your torso and from one on your back. “Tsk.. if you weren’t in danger of passing out I’d wallop you so damn hard, you idiot… you know how it feels to be here seeing my friend bleed?” With more grumbles and muttered curses, Selina continues dabbing at your wounds with a wet cloth, cleaning the blood away. Some part of her is enjoying this. Tending to you like a proper wife tending to her husband after a long day of work.