Night sets over the city of Gotham, bringing a chill to the town. Residents make their way indoors if they don't need to be out. People walk in groups if they're able. To many, nighttime in Gotham is an open invitation for crime.

And crime-fighting.

Deep in a cave beneath Wayne Manor, the billionaire named Bruce is watching a live feed of the goings-on in Gotham. Dark alleys, hidden corridors, shadowy underpasses – Everything is on display for the ever-watchful vigilante. He scans the monitors carefully for any signs of trouble, knowing he's what those otherwise fearless troublemakers have nightmares about.

"Master Wayne?"

Bruce glances back upon hearing the voice of his butler. "Yes, Alfred?"

The well-dressed Alfred Pennyworth stands with one hand behind his back and the other holding a tray with a glass of water on it. "Are you sure you do not wish to relax this evening? You haven't had a hot bath in days."

A chuckle escapes the billionaire. "I shower, Alfred; I'm fine. And I'm sure. Crime never sleeps. And neither will I."

Without breaking in the slightest, Alfred responds "A noble, if quixotic, view of the world. Still, I implore you to reconsider. Why not have a hot dinner and relax with a good book tonight? I've found a marvelous recipe for turkey tequila fettuccine that I am eager to try."

"Not tonight," Bruce replies. "It's been… Too quiet in town lately."

The butler raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps the petty criminals have been deterred by the knowledge of your presence in the city, Master Wayne?"

A chuckle escapes the billionaire as he mutters "Don't I wish it was that easy…" Standing, Bruce stretches out and turns to face Alfred properly, giving a soft nod. "Alright, you've convinced me; Gotham will survive a night without me. I'll be upstairs in-"

His words are cut off by an alert at his computer; turning quickly back, he spots what looks like a bespectacled, purple-furred cat-woman walking into an alley – Followed by three or four thugs with clear ill intent on their minds.

Bruce looks at the monitor, then turns back to Alfred. "Go ahead and get dinner started; I'm going to take care of this real quick."

Still with his stoic expression but visibly restraining himself from rolling his eyes, Alfred nods curtly. "As you wish, Master Wayne. Dinner will be ready in about ninety minutes. Do try to return in one piece so you can enjoy it."

The butler turns to leave the cave, though he pauses to press a hidden button near the exit before disappearing from sight.

Immediately, a circular section of the floor beside Bruce opens, and a tube-shaped wardrobe rises from below. At the same time, a larger section of floor opens a bit farther away, revealing a customized black vehicle aimed at a particular section of the seemingly bare cavern wall.

Bruce steps to the wardrobe and steps inside, closing the door. A moment later, he emerges dressed in a black rubber costume to hide his identity.

Bruce Wayne has become his alter-ego – Batman.

He steps over to the vehicle without a word, opening the door and climbing inside before turning on the ignition. Flames shoot out of the engine in the back, and the Batmobile starts speeding toward that bare spot of rock.

Batman presses a button in the vehicle, and the wall parts, letting him drive through and into a long tunnel that leads out to the streets of Gotham City.

Following his satellite directions, the vigilante navigates the twists and turns of Gotham's streets, speeding his way toward the site of the potential trouble he spotted. It takes a few minutes, but he does eventually reach the alley in question. After climbing out of the vehicle and securing it, he uses his grapple to get to a better vantage point while remaining out of sight, looking through binoculars to survey the scene below.

True to his initial suspicions, he spots the feline backed against a brick wall with four thugs surrounding her. She's wearing a pair of oval glasses over her deep chocolate-colored eyes, a loose, long-sleeved red shirt, and navy-blue sweatpants. A pair of black-tipped purple wings are visible coming from her back as she keeps pressed against the wall. Her brilliant purple fur offers a nice contrast to the dark alley – And evidently has attracted some unwanted attention\! She brushes back her deep brown, waist-length hair as she nervously tries to talk her way out of her situation.

"N-Now, boys, I don't think you want me…"

One of the thugs retorts "No, we don't want you, Flitten – We just want your jewelry."

And the one beside him says "Yeah – That's all we want. That and your wallet."

"Come on, kitty," says the one on his other side, "are they really worth getting hurt over?"

The feline shifts and shakes her head. "Trust me, you don't know what you're-"

The last thug snorts and laughs. "Why, what are you gonna do, scratch us? We're being nice, but we want them, and you won't stop us."

And the first one says "Yeah, quit arguing and give it to us\!"

Disgusted by the threat, Batman jumps from the roof and opens his costume's wings like a parachute, landing silently behind the thugs while still in the shadows. But as he's readying his Batarangs to take out the would-be muggers, he hears a response from the feline that catches his attention.

"Oh, sure thing – I'll give it to you alright."

Before Batman or the thugs can react, she suddenly glows in a brilliant auburn light, her form shifting before them. Her wings grow longer, and a poof of gold fur appears on the tip of her tail. But more notably, a pair of yellow horns sprout from her head, giving her an almost draconian look\!

"I warned you, boys."

The first thug glances at his cohorts, then looks back at her. "Is that supposed to scare us, Flitten?"

The now horned feline shakes her head. "First off, I'm not Flitten now – I'm Catagon. And secondly, I'm well past the point of trying to scare you."

Without giving them a chance to react, she holds her hands in front of her chest and focuses. A glowing ball of electricity forms between her hands, and she quickly fires it at the thug who made the threat against her – Knocking him to the ground in a twitching pile\!

The leader of the thugs freezes solid, though the other two turn and run. The first one's hesitation, though, earns him a blast of electricity as well, and he crumples as though hit by a stun gun\!

Catagon stands over the fallen pair, before she picks them up and dumps their unconscious forms upside-down into a trash bin, locking the lid. After dusting her hands off, she turns to leave – Only to run right into Batman\!

The caped crusader offers a smile, commenting "I was coming to help you, but it looks like you didn't need it, huh?"

The feline chuckles. "It would seem not. Still, I appreciate the thought\!"

Batman nods, then tilts his head as best as his costume allows. "Well, now that I know you're safe… May I ask, what exactly are you, Catagon? That doesn't look like an outfit, and your electric… Bursts, for lack of a better word, weren't done technologically."

Laughing softly, she responds "I'm just that; a Catagon – A hybrid of a cat and a dragon. And yeah, I have electric powers, in addition to…"

Catagon takes a deep inhale, turns her head skyward, and breathes a blast of fire that illuminates the entire alley as bright as day\! She smirks once she finishes, looking at the impressed crusader.

"My horns aren't the only dragony aspect of this form."

Hearing the words 'this form' reminds the hero about her transformation, and he decides to inquire further. "So, what was the other form? Flitten, I believe?"

Catagon nods and closes her eyes, her body again glowing auburn as she shifts back to her original look. No horns, and a solid purple tail.

"Yeah, Flitten; short for 'Flying Kitten'. This is my more… Casual form. It's nicer for when I'm feeling more relaxed and calm."

"So I see," Batman says with a nod, noting the quieter tone of voice coming from her.

Flitten giggles adorably while softly blushing. "Though I must say, even though I can handle myself, the thought of a big, strong caped crusader coming to my rescue certainly is nice…" She raises an eyebrow. "Did you have anywhere else you were patrolling tonight, hero? Or was I the only one you were coming out to see?"

The rather forward comment catches the vigilante off-guard, his blush practically visible through his thick rubber headpiece. Without thinking, he blurts out "N-No, just here, then I was gonna have dinner at my-" before catching himself and instead saying "-at my friend's home."

The feline chuckles at this. "Oh, really now? Must be a high-ranking friend to have *you* over…"

Nervously, Batman nods. "You could certainly say that."

"I wonder who it could be. Dent and Gordon don't seem like the kinds to host private dinners, and most of my other would-be guesses are dead or incarcerated… Hmm…"

Her eyes suddenly light up. "You wouldn't happen to be dining with Bruce Wayne, would you?"

There's a second or so of silence. How the feline pieced this together, he doesn't know. But her effective and accurate reasoning skill soon makes him smile.

"Well, call me impressed – You got it spot on\! And here, I thought I was the World's Greatest Detective…" He chuckles softly. "You wouldn't happen to be in the market for a job as a sidekick, would you?"

Flitten laughs. "As tempting as that would be, I think I'd prefer a quiet evening at home over patrolling the streets looking for crime. But that said, do feel free to get my attention if you ever need any help\! I know I certainly wouldn't mind hearing from my hero – Especially if it means I can spend some time with him…"

Another two seconds pass in silence as Batman looks over the winged feline giving him a flirtatious look in return, then he brings his wrist to his mouth. "Alfred?"

A crackly, low-fidelity voice comes through. *"Yes, Mas-"*

But the hero cuts him off. "Batman here."

*"Yes, of course. What might I do for you?"*

Batman glances over at Flitten while asking "How's dinner coming along?"

The butler responds *"Quite well, sir. Though I realize the recipe is bigger than I had anticipated. We will have leftovers for at least two days."*

With a chuckle, the caped crusader replies "Not necessarily. I'm bringing someone with me."

*"Understood, sir."*

Batman nearly hangs up, but catches himself and quickly adds "So, uh, let Bruce know."

*"Of course, sir. We look forward to your arrival."*

There's a click as the hero disconnects the call before he addresses Flitten. "Come with me; I'll ride us there."

Flitten nods eagerly and says "Sounds good\!" before stepping out of the alley, the way Batman had come in\!

"Huh?"

He follows, confused, though it quickly turns to surprise when he finds her leaning casually against the secured Batmobile\!

"But… How did you-"

Flitten giggles. "I saw you peek into the alley before you went onto the rooftop, silly. Felines have excellent night-vision, you know."

Batman pauses for a moment, then nods. "So I see."

He unlocks the car and lets Flitten climb inside before he drives off back toward his home. There aren't many other drivers out and about, and the crusader keeps to the quiet side streets to avoid being seen as much as he's able.

As he drives, he speaks to the hybrid cat. "May I ask, what brings you to Gotham? I've heard of anthros before, but the only ones I've ever seen were created by way of an experiment or accident or something of that sort. Most of them were either criminals, or… Less than savory. And the less said about Killer Croc, the better." He chuckles awkwardly. "But anyway, I've never seen one just… Living their life."

Flitten takes in Batman's words, evidently thinking of the best way to respond. "Well, mostly I just wanted a change of scenery for a while, so I took a trip up here for a while. It's not a bad place during the day, really. And when I'm out at night, well… You saw I can take care of myself."

Giggling quietly, she continues. "I've seen some awesome concerts and met some lovely people, though\! And tonight has certainly been no exception in the latter front…"

Though the hero does his best to remain focused on the road, it's difficult with the winged cat making advances on him like this – And truth be told, he's not against those advances being made on him\!

"It's definitely a nice change of pace, I'll admit – I've had some… Interesting experiences with a Catwoman before." He snickers, then clarifies. "Not an anthro, but a human woman in a costume. But still."

This makes Flitten smirk. "Well now, that sounds pretty unpleasant… Tell you what – When we get there, how about I show you a much more pleasant experience that only an anthro can provide?"

Several thoughts run through Batman's mind in rapid succession. How would he switch between his identities on the spot? Would an encounter with her be safe? Is she really thinking they would mess around in a supposed stranger's home? What if she-

"Yes, I'd love that," he says with a soft smile.

The hybrid giggles quietly. "Heheh, the Bat and the Cat. Has a nice ring to it, eh?"

"Y'know… It does, now that you say it out loud."

Batman soon approaches the gates of Wayne Manor, and he presses a button in his car to open them, driving to the front entrance. Alfred is there, waiting patiently with that stoic expression he so often wears. The car comes to a stop, and the hero climbs out before opening Flitten's door to let her out as well. Once she's clear, he presses a button on the car's dashboard, and it promptly closes its doors and drives away on its own, around the side of the manor and out of view.

Alfred approaches the pair, looking at Flitten with a raised eyebrow before offering a curt "Madam."

Batman smiles. "Flitten, this is my- Mister Wayne's butler, Alfred Pennyworth. Best butler I've ever known."

The houseservant's lip raises a microscopic amount in visible pride. "Thank you, sir."

"Of course," the hero says with an equally proud nod. "Why don't you show Miss Flitten inside? I'll be just a moment; I need to… Speak with Bruce in private. I won't keep him for long."

"Very well, sir." Alfred turns to the anthro. "This way, Madam, if you would please."

The cat nods, shooting Batman a seductive look. "See you soon, cutie\!"

It takes all of his willpower not to shiver.

The crusader waits until the other two are indoors before he heads around the side of the manor to the secret side-entrance, taking a quick detour to his cave to change out of his costume. Once done, he cleans off, brushes his curly hair, and dresses in a casual suit, before heading back upstairs into the manor – Now back to his usual, public-facing persona of Bruce Wayne.

Heading through the corridors of his home, Bruce makes his way to the dining room, where he spots Catagon seated with an empty plate in front of her. He reasons she must have transformed while waiting for him.

Bruce opts to take the seat opposite hers, smiling warmly as he sits down. "Ah, hello; you must be Catagon."

The horned and winged cat's ears perk as she hears Bruce's voice, before a smirk grows on her muzzle. "Pleased to meet you too, Bruce. Quite a nice place you've got here, I must say."

The billionaire nods, then follows it with a slight shrug. "Admittedly, I tend to forget about the opulence after a while. It's just a home to me, really."

"Heh, that must be nice to be able to say, huh? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little envious…"

Bruce chuckles. "I get that a lot."

"I imagine you do, being one of Gotham's wealthiest citizens…" Catagon's eyes narrow as she casually asks "It's nice to be home tonight, isn't it?"

He nods with a smile. "Yeah, definitely."

"Mmhm. What does someone of your stature get up to in their downtime, anyway?"

The billionaire takes a sip of water, thinking for a moment before responding "Not much, really; I just like to relax, take a hot bath, enjoy a hot dinner, and read a good book. Nothing too-"

"And fight crime?"

Bruce coughs on his water. "Excuse me?"

"Come on, Bruce. Where's Batman?"

Now, he shifts uncomfortably. "Uh… I mean… He had to leave unexpectedly for-"

"For you to be able to come here?" Catagon smirks widely, raising her eyebrows.

"Look, I don't know what you're trying to insinuate, but-"

"Come on, Bruce. Did you think I didn't catch your slip about Alfred? Or back in the car? Or in the alley? Or how you so confidently knew this form of mine, when you only would have been told about Flitten?"

She chuckles, leaning closer to him. "But most importantly, did you think I didn't notice you two have the exact same build, height, and voice? That's what gave it away for me."

"I-I… You… I…"

The feline grins, relishing in Bruce's discomfort. "Don't worry, I promise I won't tell anyone. But don't bother denying it. Besides, we're quite similar in that regard – You with your alter ego, and me with my alternate form."

Bruce stammers again, but he soon sighs and nods. "Alright… You got me. It's true. I am Batman." A defeated chuckle escapes him as he comments "Of all the people to figure it out, I've never had someone do so so quickly…"

Catagon stands and walks over to Bruce, placing her hand on his shoulder. "I suppose it's a good thing most folks don't pay attention, huh? Like I said, I'm not gonna tell anyone."

"Thank you."

"But that said…" She smiles, placing her other hand on his other shoulder, now gently massaging them – Earning her a blush from the billionaire as she says "I'm still gonna hold you to what you said in the car. I was promised a fun time with Batman, and I intend to get it."

A shiver runs through Bruce's form at the continued affections, and he quickly mumbles "But… What about din-"

But he's interrupted by Alfred stepping into the room and clearing his throat. "My deepest apologies, Master and Madam – Regretfully, dinner will be delayed. I estimate it will take another ninety minutes to complete."

The billionaire gulps, but Catagon responds without missing a beat. "It's perfectly okay, Alfred; things happen. Take as long as you need; we'll just keep ourselves occupied in the meantime\!"

She practically pulls Bruce to his full height of six-foot-one beside her own five-foot-nine – And with no other excuses, the billionaire sighs and smiles.

"Alright, yeah, take your time, Alfred. I'll keep our guest, ahem… *Entertained*."

Without missing a beat, he replies "I have no doubts about that, sir."

The feline snorts and laughs as she walks with Bruce past the butler, grateful that the billionaire doesn't see her slipping Alfred a twenty with her yellow-tipped tail.

"So, my bedroom is this way; why don't we-"

But Catagon interrupts. "Hey, not so fast – I was promised a night with Batman. Mind putting the costume back on?"

This catches Bruce off-guard, but he soon snickers. "Heh, I suppose I did promise that, didn't I? That suit isn't exactly the best for, well, intimacy, but I do have an alternative one that's a bit more… Mobile, and accessible."

"That's fine," she says. "I can't imagine the other one would be the most ideal, now that I think about it…"

With a nod, the billionaire leads Catagon to the bedroom, letting her get comfortable while he heads down to his cave and changes into his costume – This one, instead of being made of rubber, is a much more agile two-piece polyester outfit reinforced with nylon and more special compounds to make it particularly resilient. Once he affixes a headpiece made of a similar material, he makes his way back to the manor and to the bedroom.

Where he's greeted by Catagon, undressed to her underwear\! Her red shirt and blue sweats are neatly folded on the back of a chair near the bed, and her purple-furred body is fully exposed, save for her medium-grey bra, and her matching grey panties. Even as it is, he spots a dot of darkness on them – He's got himself a very interested Catagon\!

"Those suit you quite well," he comments.

The feline smiles. "Thank you – They're my favorite set. Well, one of them. I've got a few I like\!"

"I believe it. And hey, practicality is the most important part, but once that purpose has been met, then a tasteful style is a good factor to consider as well\! And you seem to have done well in that regard."

The feline smirks. "Thank you, but I mean, it's not like they're gonna be staying on for long…"

A snort escapes Batman, and he looks up at her with a nod. "Yeah, you've got a point there. Speaking of which…"

Carefully, he reaches behind her, and with surprising skill for a guy, he unclips her bra and pulls it from her body in one smooth motion, setting it beside her clothes before looking at what's just been revealed.

Catagon's D-cup chest settles, freed from the underclothing, and the feline lets out a relieved sigh as she feels the fresh air against her breasts. The purple-furred mounds trail to smooth pink areolae with perked nipples, and Batman can tell they're pining for some attention.

And who is he to deny her what she wants?

With a remarkably delicate touch, he places his hands on those sizable breasts, caressing slowly and sensually. Catagon's fur is soft and well-maintained, as he would expect from a feline. And as he continues, he spots her shivering in eager excitement – Clearly, he's doing something right\!

Those fingers move toward her nipples, first circling them while stroking the furless areolae, but soon enough, he shows those nubs some love as well. Smooth motions back and forth along the aroused nipples get her to squirm and purr in delight.

"M-Mmh… Batman… Ohh, that's nice…"

He chuckles softly. "And it's only going to get better…"

Slowly, he leans down to her left breast, placing a gentle kiss on the nipple, before opening his mouth and taking it inside, sucking softly and caressing the smooth skin with his tongue. His hand, meanwhile, opts to rub her breast while he makes out with her nipple.

"A-Ahh\!" Catagon lets out a surprised but elated moan, her wings flittering and her tail flicking in excitement. "Fuh… P-Please… Don't stop…\!"

Batman looks up at her from where he is, giving her a look that all but says outright, *"I wasn't planning to."*

The soft suction within his mouth, the stroking of his tongue, and the awareness to ensure his teeth don't come in contact with her flesh, all lead Catagon to firmly shudder, her breath coming out in shallow huffs and excited moans. And these pleasured sounds only encourage Batman to continue\!

After another minute or so, the hero swaps to her right nipple, showing it the same treatment as her left\! At the same time, he trails his hands down the squirming Catagon's body, stroking her stomach until he reaches her panties. His thumbs hook on the waistband, and in a smooth motion, he tugs them down from her waist and works them down her legs before placing them with the rest of her clothes, leaving her completely nude. When he's had his fill of pleasuring her chest, he lets her nipple go with a kiss, then sits up to admire her naked form.

Despite her rather different appearance from human women, he finds quite quickly that her external reproductive anatomy is more or less the same as any other woman's he's seen.

*"That makes things convenient,"* he thinks.

After taking a moment to look at her vulva, Batman leans in close, slowly inhaling her scent, before giving a kiss to the cat's labia. He's able to feel the warmth radiating from her nethers, and going by how much she's squirming, he knows she's barely containing herself right now. And with that in mind, he decides not to keep her waiting any longer.

Slowly, he lets his tongue out to drag it along the furless pink skin of her outer labia, relishing both the taste of her vulva, and the huffs and shivers Catagon gives in response to his efforts. He smiles, glad to know he's pushing the right buttons for her.

Encouraged by the feline's reactions, he presses his tongue deeper, spreading her entry to caress the flesh within. He probes about within the vestibule, finding both the tighter urethral opening and the wider vaginal opening. But rather than diving in deeper just yet, he instead moves up to the sensitive nub of her clitoris. Slow strokes with his tongue show that nub the attention he feels it deserves – And Catagon's moans and shudders let him know he's doing a good job with his efforts\!

"N-Nngh…\! D-Don't stop, please…\!"

Batman chuckles and pulls back for just a moment to mutter "Wasn't planning on it" before diving back in, working her clit into his mouth to slurp and suck on it. The fleshy protrusion receives plenty of licks, caresses, and suckles, all to the feline's delight. It certainly seems this hero knows how to please a lady\!

After a while, he lets his tongue trail lower, passing the urethral opening and making its way to the vaginal opening. He swirls it around the entrance nice and slowly, before pushing it inside the hot, slick tunnel. He remains focused, making small circles to stroke the inner walls of her vagina all over, happily treating Catagon to this intimacy.

It doesn't take her long for her breath to grow shallow as she nearly wheezes in pure ecstasy. Her walls flex and squeeze his tongue, and it doesn't take Batman's thorough detective skills to realize she's drawing closer and closer to a peak. He grins and probes his tongue deeper, lapping up the slickness along her walls while they in turn squeeze back against him, almost milking his tongue.

But this all comes to a head when his tongue brushes past a particular spot in the tunnel – Catagon inhales sharply and lets out a lewd moan, her walls twitching before she releases a flow of fluids directly into her hero's mouth\! Her climax hits hard, and she holds on tightly, nearly squealing in delight as she hears Batman licking up her femcum and swallowing it down.

Only when she starts to come down from her peak does Batman slow his ministrations, gently licking her clean, before climbing up beside her to relax with her, letting the feline catch her breath. His hand trails along her belly nice and gently, stroking her purple fur and scratching it softly.

"How was that, kitten?"

Catagon giggles, giddy with the hormones flowing through her. "H-Hahh… Gah… It's true that bats have… Nnh… Excellent tongues… T-Thank you…"

He smiles. "I'm not done yet – Catch your breath, then I'll show you more…"

The two take another minute or so to recover, just enjoying this closeness together. But soon, Catagon turns to look at Batman with a grin, softly biting her lip.

"I'm ready… Go on, detective; show me what you can do…"

The hero returns her sultry expression with an eager smirk, and he responds with "How about I show you something else first, eh?" as he reaches down to the waistband of his lower coverings and pulls them about halfway down his thighs, letting Catagon take in the sight of what he's got on offer.

Batman's cock is a decent size – About six-and-a-half inches long and about an inch thick, and uncut\! A solid glans promises plenty of wonderful sensations for the feline, and the shaft itself has a prominent vein on top in just the right place. A pulse makes it bounce softly, showing his eagerness to continue.

He smirks as Catagon checks it out, huffing quietly as she reaches and takes it in her hand. She's got a delicate touch, and it elicits a quiet hum in his throat as the feline feels him up like this. She soon reaches lower, caressing his decent-sized balls. The fuzz of her fur tickles the fuzz of his pubic hair, and his cock bounces again from the attention to his sac. It seems, much as he's had experience treating women, she's had experience treating men, as she quickly finds exactly where to touch and how to stroke to make Batman squirm.

"Mmm, a big, strong hero, entirely at my mercy…"

Batman blushes, huffing out "Sh-Shush, you… Nngh… D-Don't stop…"

Catagon giggles. "Really? You're content with this?"

She climbs on top of Batman, rolling him onto his back and letting go of his cock, only to grind her slick labia against it, making him groan and shudder..

"You sure you wouldn't want some of this?"

The hero inhales sharply when he feels the heated flesh rubbing against his dick, her entry nice and lubricated from the oral he gave her and the subsequent climax. "Fuh… You cats are always giving me trouble… But sometimes that's not a bad thing, nnnh…"

Biting her lip in eager anticipation, Catagon gets herself in position, straddling the man beneath her and reaching to hold his cock steady. "Sometimes, we felines are good luck. And I reckon you're about to have plenty of that."

And without any further hesitation, she aims his cock and lowers herself down, sliding his glans past her labia and right into her vaginal entrance.

"Gahh\!" groans Batman.

"Oooh\!" moans Catagon at the same time.

Slowly, she takes him deeper, and Batman feels the tight, hot squeezes of the feline's vagina squeezing his shaft as she works him deeper to the two-thirds point before pausing to let them both adjust to each other. Her flesh flexes softly in time with the pulses of his length, their heartbeats rapidly falling in sync with each other's.

Soon, Catagon begins to move, lifting herself up until only the head of Batman's penis remains inside her, before she lowers down again back to where she was. She lifts and lowers again, finding a steady rhythm of this for them both to enjoy, riding his dick at an eager but easy pace for now. And the mutual moans from them show each other how much they're both enjoying every moment of this treatment\!

Her insides feel almost frictionless as they glide around Batman's shaft, offering no resistance to him – Only hot, wet caresses that rub him in just the right way\! Likewise, his shaft presses and strokes against her sensitive areas within her tunnel that he had licked, and some others deeper within, ensuring they both feel as much pleasure as they can.

With how worked up they both were going into this, it doesn't take long for Batman to feel a telltale tingle in his balls, just about the time he feels Catagon's walls beginning to flex more firmly, as though milking his cock. She increases her speed as their heartbeats increase, her vulva lowering to his groin with every push of her hips. Wet *schllks* sound out with every rise and fall, and they both know it won't be too much longer until they both reach their peak\!

Batman reaches up to hold Catagon's hips, keeping steady as she increases her speed and force some more, her groin impacting his with every bounce. His shaft throbs inside her, and her walls in turn clench on him. The hero groans, breathing sharply as he offers a warning. "Guh… C-Catagon… I-I'm… I'm close… Nngh…"

And the feline replies "M-Me too, handsome… Go on; don't… Don't hold back for me…"

The man's grip tightens on her hips, and with one deep inhale, he pulls her down as firmly as he can, shuddering firmly. Catagon cries out in bliss as she feels him reaching deeper than anything so far, and her walls clamp down, clenching on his cock.

At precisely the same moment, the pair hit their climax.

Catagon moans loudly, her walls spasming and gushing another round of her femcum all over her partner's crotch. And Batman groans deeply, clinging tightly to her as he fires a firm load of raw human cum deep into her vagina, painting her walls nicely\! The two ride their blissful feelings together as they give each other all they have to give, and their mutual orgasm lasts a good fifteen seconds or so, giving them both plenty of time to enjoy each other in this moment.

Once the flow of cum stops, Catagon shudders and flumps forward, just catching herself before she impacts Batman, instead laying atop him in a giddy afterglow together with him. Both partners huff and pant to catch their breath, truly happy with the turn of events the evening took\!

Batman caresses Catagon's back softly as they relax, his shaft softening and slipping from her labia, still dripping in their fluids. He chuckles softly, commenting "Hahh… That was… Certainly something, Catagon…"

And she nods, looking into his eyes with a warm smile. "Heh, you're telling me… Mmh…"

"Feel free to clean up in the bathroom when you're ready. I'd offer to clean up with you, but I don't exactly have any shampoo for cat fur…"

She smirks. "Heh, as much as I'm tempted to just lick myself clean, I admit, a warm shower does sound lovely, regardless of the shampoo situation. I think I'll take you up on that."

Catagon shivers as she pulls herself to standing, walking unsteadily to the nearest bathroom.

Or so she thinks.

Batman, realizing where she's going, shouts "Wait, that's not the shower; that's the entrance to my-"

"Aaaah\!" comes the sound of a feline suddenly descending down a fire pole\!

"…my batcave…"