"Maybe I won't call the police just yet," Nightwing grinned, his eyes drinking in the sight of the hot blonde criminal before him. Harley Quinn's familiar grin faltered, unsure of his attentions. "I want to have some fun with you first, Harls..." she swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest.
His grip on her wrists was firm as he pulled her onto his lap. "Hey, what's the big idea?" Harley protested, but he just grinned down at her. "Let's play a game," he said, his fingers stroking her cheek softly, a gesture that made her heart leap. "It's called Spank or Tickle."
Harley's eyes widened. "You wouldn't..." He licked his lips. "Wouldn't I?" Harley gulped. He would. "How... How do you play?" Nightwing's grin widened.
He played with her hair, spinning the blonde pigtails with his fingers as he spoke: "Simple. You choose if you want me to spank or tickle you. I'll switch the second you say. But I won't stop. You will be either spanked or tickled as hard as I can for... well, as long as I choose, I guess. Shall we say half an hour to start with?"
Harley looked up at him, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You think I'm a pussy, boy wonder? I can take a full hour, easy." He laughed. "Your funeral. So, what's it going to be, Harley? Spank or tickle?"
His dark eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he repeated himself, "Spank or tickle, Harley?"
Harley's eyes sparkled with equal mischief, "Tickle, Nightwing. Let's start with a giggle."
Nightwing obliged, his fingers dancing along her sides, causing her to squirm and squeal with laughter. He explored the soft curve of her ribs, eliciting even louder shrieks. She squirmed, trying to get away, but he held her too tight. His fingertips spidered over her ribcage mercilessly, each touch sending a ripple of laughter through her. He ran his hands over her sides again, squeezing making her cry out with laughter. His fingers jabbed and poked at her hips a few times, then his attention returned to her stomach.
She felt her eyes water as he continued his assault. He pulled off her shirt to get better access, stroking her navel softly for a few seconds to enjoy the moment. Then his finger plunged into her belly button and started to dig in gently but sharply. Her body convulsed and she cried out as he tickled her belly. He grinned, trailing his nails down her stomach slowly and eliciting further giggles. "Please," she begged, her voice husky with desire. "You know what to say," he taunted, his hands working their way back up her ribs. "Spank!" She shouted to stop the onslaught.
With a swift movement, Nightwing flipped Harley over, her giggles turning into moans as he delivered a sharp spank to her ass. She gasped, the sting of his palm sending a jolt of pleasure through her. He spanked her again, the sound echoing in the room. She pushed her ass back, urging him to continue. He obliged, his spanks becoming more rhythmic, more intense.
Her body rocked on impact as his palm connected with her rear, leaving a rosy hue in its wake. As her ass reddened beneath her pants, the pain mingled with pleasure. His smacks were getting harder, hitting the same spot over and over. He was trying to break her. Her ass stung hard as his spanked her again and again.
She gasped as he grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and wrenched her head back. Her scalp burned with pain. The sound of the next spank echoed around the room. The heat it shot through her was incredible but unbearable. "Tickle," she whimpered.
Nightwing chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing a path up her spine before darting to her stomach. She squirmed and giggled, her body writhing beneath him as he tickled her relentlessly. His fingers danced over her sensitive skin, causing her to gasp and giggle in equal measure.
He moved his fingers to her neck, his touch light and teasing, and her laughter became hysterical. She squirmed and gasped, her laughter turning to moans once more. "Nightwing," she breathed, her voice heavy with desire. Her body trembled with exhaustion and pleasure.
"No!" She cried out in protest through fits of giggles as he started to rub and tease her collarbone. "Please!" She gasped out as he found out how incredibly ticklish her neck really was. But her ass was still so sore from the spanking he'd given her earlier. Her face scrunched up and she dipped her chin to try and block him, but his fingers were already in there. His other hand supported the back of her head but also held it in place, as his fingertips buried themselves in her soft neck.
"Oh I'm enjoying this," he teased as he finally pulled his hand away. She opened her mouth to answer but she was caught off guard by her own laughter as he attacked her sides again. She couldn't take it anymore. "Spank!" She screamed, the word a plea and a demand all at once.
Nightwing grinned, his eyes dark with desire as he complied with her request. His hand came down hard on her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room. She gasped, the sting of the spank mixing with the tickling to create a delicious cocktail of sensations.
His fingers tracing a path down her body until they reached the waistband of her pants. With a swift movement, he pulled them down, revealing her naked ass. He spanked her again, the sound echoing in the room. She whimpered.
This time, his spanks were harder, each one leaving a stinging reminder on her skin. The warm glow of her ass was encouraging him as he kneaded the soft globes between strikes, savouring her submissive mewls. He counted them this time.
"One." Her body lurched forward from the impact, rubbing perfectly against his crotch. "Two." She cried out as he made contact, her ass cheeks wobbling from the blow. "Three." The heat in Harley's core was almost unbearable, a hotter more intense pleasure than she'd ever experienced.
"Four." She wailed out, drawing the noise out far longer after the blow had landed. "Five." The sensation of her warm, red ass against his rough palm was making Nightwing grin from ear to ear. He let his hand simply rest for a moment, feeling the warmth spreading through her bright red butt. Then… "Six."
"Tickle!" Harley screamed.
This time, he started with her feet, his fingers tracing the delicate arches. She squirmed, trying to pull away, but his grip was firm. He moved his fingers to the soles of her feet, tickling the sensitive skin. She laughed, her body shaking with the effort to escape. He continued, his fingers moving up her ankles, her calves, her knees. She was gasping for breath, her laughter turning into moans. From her delicate feet to her toned thighs, he explored every inch of her, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Nightwing moved to her sides. Harley's laughter turned to gasps as Nightwing's fingers found their way back to her tender ribs. She squirmed, her body arching in a desperate attempt to escape his relentless tickling. She screamed, her laughter echoing off the walls. He tickled her mercilessly, his fingers finding every ticklish spot. She was begging for mercy, her body trembling with the effort to escape.
He moved to her armpits, his fingers tickling the sensitive skin. She shrieked, her body arching off his lap. He continued, his fingers moving to her neck, her ears, her chin. She was writhing, her laughter turning into cries of pleasure. Her moans a testament to her now uncontrollable desire.
"Spank!" Harley cried, her voice barely above a whisper.
He took his time, rubbing her ass before delivering the hardest spanks yet. His palm connected with her ass with a resounding thud. The sting was followed by a wave of pleasure, her body trembling in response. Over and over again, he spanked her, his rhythm steady and unyielding. Each slap left a crimson imprint on her skin, and she could feel herself starting to bruise.
Tears streamed down Harley's face, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sounds of their passion. She lasted three more before begging for tickles again. His fingers found her ribs, her armpits, and then her feet once more. She was exhausted, her body trembling with the aftermath of laughter and pain.
Slowly, he began to strip her, his fingers occasionally teasing her with a spank or a tickle. Her clothes fell away, leaving her naked and vulnerable. He trailed his fingers down her spine, making her shiver, before cupping her poor quivering ass. She jumped as he drew his hand back, as if to spank her. He laughed as he simply brought his hand back down gently, slowly rubbing the small of her bare back. All she had left on was the thin fabric of her knickers and he now relieved her of those as well.
His fingers found her wet and waiting. He slid one inside her, making her moan. He added another, stretching her, making her gasp. He fucked her with his fingers, his thumb finding her clit. She cried out, her body trembling.
Nightwing's fingers moved with a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through Harley's body. She writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to find an anchor in the storm of sensation.
As the pleasure built, Harley's body began to tremble. She could feel the familiar tightening in her core, a sign that her release was near. Nightwing seemed to sense it too, his pace quickening as he chased her towards her climax.
With a cry, Harley reached her peak, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. Nightwing continued to move inside her, drawing out her orgasm until she was left panting and spent.
He pulled his fingers out, coated in her wetness, and brought them to his mouth. He tasted her, his eyes locked on hers. "You taste fucking amazing, Harley," he commented.
Harley came to lay sprawled on the cold, hard floor. Nightwing stood above her, his muscular frame casting a shadow over her vulnerable form. The tickling, spanking, and fingering had left her breathless, her body a trembling mass of desire. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips parted in a silent plea for more.
Nightwing, with a smirk playing on his lips, took in the sight of her. Her perky breasts heaved with each labored breath, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Her pussy, glistening with her arousal, was a temptation he couldn't resist. He slid off his suit, revealing his rock-hard dick, and positioned himself between her spread legs.
Harley's eyes widened as she felt the tip of his dick teasing her entrance. She whimpered, her fingers digging into the cold floor. "Fuuuuuuck," she wailed hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. Nightwing obliged, sliding his dick into her slowly, relishing the feel of her tight pussy gripping him.
Harley let out a moan as he filled her, her back arching off the floor. Nightwing began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one making her whimper and moan. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, and began to rub it in circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Harley's moans grew louder, her body shaking beneath him. She could feel the familiar tightening in her core, a sign that another orgasm was near. She was panting, her eyes locked on his. Nightwing's thrusts became more erratic, his breathing labored. He could feel his own release approaching.
With a final, deep thrust, Nightwing came, his dick twitching inside her. Harley followed shortly after, her pussy clenching around him as she cried out his name. They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined.
Nightwing pulled out of her, his dick still semi-hard. He collapsed next to her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Harley turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Round two?" she asked, her fingers tracing circles on his chest.
Nightwing chuckled, pulling her close. "As long as you're up for it, Quinn," he replied, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, they both knew that their night was far from over.