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The Demon and the Bat
By : Darkchanan
Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman
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She was here, free from her fathers hold. Even after months that still was a shock to think on, that she was here permeantly. And not sneaking off to meet in the dark as a couple of forbidden lovers. But he wouldn't say those were bad memories, passions ignited and released that built up between fleeting meetings. How Talia was like a drug to him, the mere thought made him do a double take and try to get back on his game. Although that was there still of course. But there was a change.
She lived here now, she graces the Manor with her presence. And here he sat in the private office in that manor, with Talia on his mind. Glancing at his watch, quite late. But it was their usual time of activity. Night owls they were, if he knew her well...she'd be observing the moon. Be full or close to that at this night, he would join.
Without any heistation or thought, Bruce stood up and went on to find the woman who caught him. Who had him wrapped around her finger for as long as they could remember. Finding her at the balcony, immaculate under the glow of the moon. Perfect in everyway possible. Somehow he was lucky to be the one of her attention. Now to return in kind. His broad arms wrapped around her waist, lips pecked her cheek and her neck lightly. "It's still quite something...knowing you'll be here, not for some small moment. Even after all this time.." He admitted his thoughts to her. "I expect to just wake up from this dream, of having you here with me.."

The moon seemed to banish the clouds that had covered the skies for most of the day, affording her its comforting glow. The cool air, the breeze carrying the scent of grass, the cricket song...it all felt comforting, familiar, universal. Her head stillspun from the change, from trying to adapt to a life that felt so...slow, so steady. This was certainly as close to "normal" as she had ever been, but normal was so alien to her.
She knew his touch immediately, the warmth of his embrace easing the near constant tension she carried in his body. Her head leaned against his shoulder, lovingly taking the gentle kisses he offered. One hand rested over his arms at her waist, the other trailing up to tease his hair, a soft, love drunk smile on her lips.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one wondering when I would wake up. My only consolation that this is real is the strange unease in the house with me here. I knew it would be difficult. Damian is happy but the rest of the family? I never expect them to really accept me....But then there's you. In your arms, I never feel more at home." She turned her head to the side, kissing his jawline.

"You were never one to shy away from a challenge, they'll come around. It takes time, and we have all of the time in the world.." One hand went up to her chin, cupping her face as they just embraced their love for another. Drinking in the intoxicating feel they had without any worry about time or having to hide it. Open and unashamed of it. "And I intend to spend it in pleasing you.." A kiss went on her forehead. "To worshipping you..." Another one on her chin. "And to be the man worthy of your love..." Finally he gave that one kiss on her lips, softly parting to envelope hers. Taking it all in, the moonlight illuminating them, the crisp cool air that gave a nice chill on their skin.
His hold locked in, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist, as if worried she'd vanish into mist if she was released from his hold. His free hand traced over her neck, lightly holding her there as he continued to kiss this exotic beauty that held his love and focus. His eyes would open as he pulled away, gazing into the brown hues of Talia. Biting his bottom lip, watching her intently. He knew what he wanted at that point and in that moment.
"I want you."
Her head buzzed at his words, pride and ego swelling. What a rare display for Bruce to be so overt with his praise, to /worship/ her. She basked in the attention, in knowing that unconditionally she now held him under her spell. That strange chemical bond that spoke to them wordlessly, dragging them together in ways they hardly understood. And now, they never had to surrender that feeling. She met his gaze, the desire in his eyes far too clear. Her lips parted slightly as he bit his lip, her heart fluttering a moment, caught in his passion. A hand ran down his cheek, her thumb brushing over his lower lip. "Then take me," she muttered, a vicious smirk meeting her lips as she pulled away from him just slightly, taking a slow step to the side. Her shoulder dropped allowing the sleeve of her gown to fall in an overt tease.
And there it was, that Chesire Cat style smirk she bore. Knowing she had him, and he wasn't going anywhere. As she stepped away from him, lulling him further into that primal part of their connection. Intense and as wild with energy as their fights or spars. Even with a few marks to remind them later on. Tonight would be no different. If anything, it'd be even more intense and loaded with passion.
Stepping to her, closing up that gap between them. The gentle nature was dashed, now a more firm hand was pushed. Grabbing ahold of her shoulders, pushing her right up to the wall of the room, quite hard considering the thud but Talia endured worse. Not that'd he'd give her time to dwell on it as he was upon her like a lion taking his prey. Lips mashed up to hers, tongue forcing its way into her mouth to seek out her own.
Greedy hands roamed over her body, feeling her out before grabbing ahold of her legs, lifting her up and keeping Talia pressed into the wall, his body holding her up to it. Bruce would give in, not just to his own baser instincts but the instinct and the need to please her, to prove his worth to her time and time again.
As soon as her back crashed against the wall, she knew she would be given no quarter. He was far beyond a chase, far beyond coy teasing or playfully dragging out the encounter. His body was heated, hard, prepared only for satiation.
She fell into the motions, following his firm lead. As her legs were lifted, they wrapped around his waist, knees locking just above his hips to allow him leverage. Her hands found their way at either side of his head, running through his hair as she returned his kiss. She broke away from his lips only to trail kisses down his neck, biting unapologetically, her own heart pounding. Her legs pulled him against her tightly, urgently, begging him for more.
No teasing or sly sneaking around, no more half way. Her bites made him lightly hiss, but he'd not stop nor chide her. They were not denying each other of this, they would give in and take /more./ So he would. As her legs locked around him, their bodies molded together. Heart raced and beated wildly, in a way she could only draw from him.
One hand would move up to her gown, yanking it down, maybe he heard a rip or two. Didn't matter at this point, he'll buy a new one if she objects. Right now Bruce /craved/ Talia, wanted her, wanted to see more. He needed it as a man starving needed food. So he pulled, pulling the gown down enough to pool by her waist, his own lips would strike at her neck, teeth digging into her shoulder hard. His own mark of claim to her, not the first and won't be the last mark they'd give one another on this night.
Her nails dug into his shoulder a bit more prominently as he bit at her flesh, a low moan escaping her lips. They were out for blood that night. Out for aggression, for carnal release. Her hips rolled against his body the best they could in her position. With the long trail of her gown aside, her bare flesh pressed against him, her body beginning to ache with desire.
"I want every inch of you," she whispered in his ear.
Oh how much her voice affected him...How much it was fuel to a already raging fire of desire. Growling in response, he lifted her once more turning to any flat surface he could use. Fortunantly a desk had what was needed, sweeping off whatever was on it. He plopped Talia right onto the desk, prying her legs off so he could remove the gown. "I want to savor you..." His husky whisper of need in her ear, dropping to his knees, kissing at one of her thighs before like a beast he sunk his teeth into her flesh. Leaving a mark as he moved up higher.
A want and need he had to achieve, his intent clear.
Before letting herself lean back on the table, she grabbed the bunched folds of her gown and pulled them over her head, tossing the useless fabric aside. With her body now free, she leaned on her elbows, watching Bruce intently.
A smile played at her lips when he claimed to want to savor her, understanding what he meant even before his teeth tore at her thigh. She could already feel the anticipation welling in her body. The bite caused her to flinch hard before she quivered at the soft warmth of his lips once more. Her head dipped back, breath heavy and carrying the faintest whimpers of desire with each exhale.
Inching further, ready and willing to not just savor her, but worship her form in all its glory. Pressing his mouth to her core, performing his oral mistrinstrations upon her, moaning into her, enjoying the taste of her, thrilled about having this and to hear every sweet sound that would escape her in this act of pure carnal pleasure.
Bruce's hands would slip under her, grasping her backside, pressing his face further between her legs, eager for more of her to taste and more sweet sounds of relief from her. Intent to please her to the best of his abilty, to prove his worth.
She cried out softly when his lips met hers, his tongue pressing into her. Her body writhed a moment before finding its rhythm. Her feet propped at the edge of the desk to raise and lower her hips against him.
It wasn't long before her pace began to increase, her cries of ecstasy filling the room. Slowly, she shifted to sit up further. The tension build in her body, heralding the release she was so desperate for. Her palm rested at the back of his head, holding him to her, urging him on until she couldn't bear it. Her body buckled and contorted, thighs tensing and trembling against his cheeks. Her head was thrown back in a loud cry as she came.
Slowly, as the trembling subsided, she sank to lay flat backed to the desk again, panting. "Oh...my god." she managed to breathe, "Oh God, Bruce!"
It was nirvanic, every sound she made, rising in tempo with her body movements. All going to a crescendo as she released. Taking this time as she laid back, recovering from his handiwork. He placed a lingering kiss on each thigh before he would stand up between her legs. Wiping off his mouth before he placed those hands on her legs, rubbing lightly, watching her recover.
Of course he couldn't help if his ego got a little swelled at seeing her like this, panting, out of breath and a look of utter relief plastered on her face. So beautiful and alluring, one he was glad could be with him now. Leaning down, he kissed her stomach, trailing them all the way up. Past the swell of her chest, further up the front of her throat and finishing by placing them over her lips. Kissing his goddess with passion.
"You're so perfect Talia...I love you."
Perfect. She was perfect. How could anyone find it in themselves to see that in her? Her flaws rose to the surface any time she thought too long on it and everyone else were swift to throw out how terrible she was...but Bruce saw through it. He saw her beyond those traits that she couldn't begin to fathom working on, seeing her for who she was, and Talia hung on every word.
Her arm draped wearily around his neck s she returned his kiss before pressing her cheek to his, losing herself in his scent.
"You make me forget the rest of the world," she muttered in his ear, "how could I ever dream of letting you go?"
Her strength returning, she shifted to sit up, gently urging Bruce to either stand or turn to the side to allow her room to rise. The calm smile she carried, the face of soothing love, turned a bit sharper, her teeth flashing for just a moment. "Now let me take care of my king,"
This closeness, the connection they shared. A light in the shadows. This spark that struck and became a roaring flame in the night. His eyes closed as they nuzzled together like lions showing affection, breathing in their scent. Immersing into the sensations and feelings that before had be leashed and restrain. Now a moment to not only embrace it but to let it thrive.
Standing up straight, gently massaging her tanned thighs. Just staring right at her with a smile, contentment. He could live in this moment forever, staring off into her eyes. Memorizing every detail of her face, imprinting it to his very memory so he could gaze on it in his sleep.
Once that smile grew, and her words held a promise of so much more. He grinned and kissed her chin. "Now how could I deny my Queen something such as that?"
Wordlessly, in one graceful swoop, her lets were kicked behind her, body sliding until her she rested on her stomach, propped up on one elbow. Thankfully Bruce's stature here proved to be far more helpful than it typically was whenever she tried to line up certain positions.
Her hands found his hips, thumbs gently massaging the smooth groove at their peak. Her lips inched closer to him, trailing kisses from his stomach to where his hair began to grow densely. At last, one of her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft in a firm grip, slowly beginning to slide along its length. After a few moments, her tongue ran teasingly along its tip, promising much to be delivered.
She was graceful like a dancer, her movements alluring and eye catching. Firmly locked on her form. The sight of his beautiful Queen from another land had the desired effect. His lip becoming dug into by his teeth as those kisses trailed further down.
Her touch was perfect, a firm grip and a soft palm. Biiting back the moans that wanted to rumble out within him. But this was Talia. She wanted to him moan out sweet bliss and praise her, he'd be unable to resist. So a gasping moan escaped his lips when her tongue was met with his flesh, running his hand through her dark mane of hair, eagerly awaiting what she had in store for him.
The hand in her hair urged her onward as did her own desires. It wasn't a position she usually found herself, the act normally deemed too demeaning, relenting too much control. But with Bruce, it didn't matter. It was about passion and pleasure, giving and taking.
Her lips wrapped around his head before drawing more of him into her mouth. Her jaw worked as her tongue slid along his shaft in time with the motion of her head. She worked slowly, looking to take her time. A hand came to rest n the side of his hip, holding him in place and giving her a solid anchor.
She had a passion in her, graceful and fluid in her movements. Bruce couldn't help it, his moans coaxed out in just a simple ease, a way only Talia could with their years together. Standing there, running his fingers through her hair, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Oh Talia...." His head leaned back, mouth hanging open slightly. Taking it all in stride.
He sat there, letting her have her control, letting her take the reigns and dictate just how everything goes. A perk of their connection, the ease of power exchanging, of who gains the control.
Even in these times where they focused on the others pleasure
She took him slowly, drawing out the deed. Deep in her, her pride loathed it, but she loved performing like this for him. She loved his taste, his rigid flesh, loved the way it drove him mad. In some strange and distant way, she felt secure, comforted, as though assured of her proper place in the world, and she was wont to indulge it now and then.
Only when she felt satisfied herself did she begin to pick up her pace. Only now would she drive him to release. Her lips pumped along his flesh, hand at his base working his member firmly. Now she only need wait on his warning...
Again catching him off guard, Bruce dug his fingernails into his palms, toes curling to secure a foothold as if a whirlwind was about. There was, the whirlwind of pleasure that Talia is. Having her time and now ready to coax his release. Those movements now quick, purposeful. She wanted something from him and Bruce was all too willing to give that to his beloved.
As his moans varied in tone, showing just how much he was enjoying the skill of Talia, his hands dug into his own hair. Mentally preparing knowing that every carnal act Talia was involved in, it would not be small. Approaching that bridge of his release, he gave Talia the warning, what she did next was her choice. Fine with it all and will no doubt still be ready to focus on her own pleasures.
<I'm close beloved...> He spoke in her native tongue, even in the brink, he showed his love and devition.
She hummed at the familiar tones of her mother tongue to show she heard and understood well. Her tongue ran along the underside of his shaft one final time with a firm aggression before she took air.
"Then cum for me, my love."
Both hands worked vigorously to let him reach his end, and when at last release came, she let his seed cover her chest, the thick fluid slowly running down her flesh. Her eyes looked to Bruce's face wickedly, a pleased smile on her face glossy with saliva. She slid his cock between her breasts, encasing it in her soft flesh and slowly working out the last of his climax.
Bruce gave in, her words just what he needed. His body boiled, churned and kept his release in like a pressure cooker. His loud lion like roar echoed out in the room, his head reared back as Talia had coaxed his seed, spraying it onto that tanned flesh, no end seemily in sight as she had appeared to drain him, the dam broken and Bruce left just pumping out his release. Then it did seem like it was dying down. Mistake that was. For Bruce looked down just in time to catch her Chesire cat grin.
Finding his cock be trapped within the soft valley of her breasts, feeling more and more of his seed be coaxed like Talia struck oil and wanted every last drop. Bruce panted hard, staring at his beloved with eyes of want and love, this woman owned him in mind and body. Clearly the body as stated by their postion. Most men would be softening, defeated by Talia's stamina. But Bruce isn't most men, worked over like a oil well, his shaft only hardened. Readied, Bruces lust for Talia wasn't sated yet...not yet...
"I want you Talia.."
It wasn't the first time that the man's body seemed to defy natural human physiology, but it was certainly still a pleasant surprise to see that the man needed no moment's pause before his body was prepared once more. Her eyes shifted from his hardening member to his face, her eyes impressed and needy.
"Then take me. However you want me just take me..." her eyes promised him anything, but she awaited his command before making a move.
"Yes my Queen.." He said before those lips would mash into hers, passionately kissing his beloved. The heat never dying between them, his choice how they melded their bodies, his call on their final connection of flesh. And he made his choice, pulling apart their lips as he brought Talia to her feet, quickly pushing to make her turn her back to him. His postion choice made, it was now time to procede and to no longer deny what they both wanted now.
Grasping his member by the base, he could have been cruel and tease her core. But he was in no mood, instead immediately nudging his length. Pushing into Talia, sheathing into her core like a mighty blade. Moaning as he brought on their connection of flesh, Bruce hanged his head over her shoulder. Lips nibbling at her neck.
"I love you..."
Only when his lips parted from hers did she draw in breath, gasping for air. The two radiated heat from their slick, moist bodies, the scent of their passions filling the room in a vile way that only their animal minds could enjoy in this base moment.
When he moved her, she followed his touch obediently, her legs shifting to part enough to give him access to her body, muscles bracing for the force he would bear into her. As soon as she felt the heat of his head, he pushed into her, satiating their desires. She let out a low moan, her body gripping him tightly, desperate to feel him. As he whispered to her, a smile crossed her face. Even when he allowed himself to be a beast, his heart was always in it. A slim hand reached up to caress his cheek.
"I love you, too. Now put your hand around my throat until I cum."
Now Bruce could have given a laugh at how skilled Talia went from sweet gentle love to a demanding carnal command, but he settled for a smirk. Complying with her command. A risky gambit, but one they've done plenty of times. So they'd know when it went too far, wrapping his fingers around her throat, applying the required pressure on her windpipe. Bruce did not waste any precious time, with Talia wedged between himself and the desk, he began to slam his hips into her, the beast she wanted. The animal within him for this particular moment in time and Bruce would olbige her and his own needs and wants.
Grunting out as he showed no mercy, hammering into her core, a intent clear. A limit of time he had, as he abused her body in the right way, his grip not wavering on her neck. His own breath fuming into her shoulder. His free arm wrapped around her waist, keeping their slickened bodies pressed within one another. Becoming one in body as well as the heart.
Her body moved writhed under his grip, one moment urging his motions, bending and rolling to let him deeper in her. The next she struggled against his movements if only to feel his aggression, to feel his fingers clench and cock relentlessly tear into her. Her deep moans became cries hoarsely filling the room between gasps for air. Her body burned in the wicked space between pain and pleasure until she could do nothing more but succumb, her body trembling and convulsing erratically. Her head was thrown back to let out a howling cry, unhindered by any sense of shame or modesty as it filled the room. After the peak of her climax, her muscles seemed to go limp. She buckled forward, leaning heavily on the desk, arms shaking.

"So good...
"

"As if there was any doubt?"
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The Demon and the Bat	By : Darkchanan Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 6284 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Demon and the Bat