TC Stark: Well, here is the chapter I'm assuming you all have been waiting for. I would think that my intimate scenes are very detailed, but I'm not writing them as porn. Its an experience and who we are in bed I thinks reflects a lot of who we are in life (as stated by Samantha from Sex and the City lol), so I try to capture that. I would like to say that I'm writing this story under the assumption that Bane cannot take off his mask. When Batman broke one of the little spider legs, Bane looked like he was gonna die. I have an idea to get the mask off, but that wouldn't happen until the very end, maybe evn a sequel. Anyway, one more warning, perineum is the area between the genitals and the anus. Johnny Knoxville crudely described this area as the gooch, but I think my readers deserve more class than that. You all have been warned! Don't report me lol Also quickly, I know some people liked Bane's reaction and some didn't to Leyla's beating up Talia. I just wanted to show that Bane wants Leyla to stand up for herself no matter what. He was angry, but I think Leyla's little outburst kind of changed him? Besides, Talia is a grown woman, she can take care of herself lol

Disclaimer: I only own Leyla and my ideas!

Chapter Eleven

As confident as Leyla had been, going in; she was less confident at the moment. After all, it was a bit intimidating to be going down on Bane. But, she wanted this too much to give into her nerves. This would be the first time, since under John's care; that she would be intimate with a man she desired. The moment with Barsard, as enjoyable as it was; had originated as a ploy to escape. This was new. She almost felt like a virgin.

Leyla knew that she had too much experience to even consider herself as pure or innocent. She knew what to do. Knew how to behave. It was almost second nature to kneel down in front of a man and come to eye level with his crotch. She held back a breath for a moment, eying Bane's bulge almost hungrily.

With Bane's eyes upon her, Leyla's fingers began crawling along the top of his massive legs. She was going to take her time. She was going to enjoy it. Closing her blue eyes, she felt every muscle flexing underneath her touch. Apparently, this had been a position he wasn't in often. His body may have been still, but his own nerves gave him away.

Finally, her right hand covered the beast's bulge. He was soft underneath her hand. It didn't discourage her. Bane wasn't the kind of man to grow hard at the first sight of a naked woman. She may have not really known his background, but it had to have been harsh. His whole life was molded around pain and he had become determined with only one thing: revenge. Bane was too focused on avenging the League of Shadows, to be concerned with women.

Leyla wouldn't show failure or discouragement. It was as if he were giving her another challenge to overcome. A challenge she was willing to accept. Looking up at him, she locked eyes with him, while slowly moving her hand back and forth. Her fingers were careful to run up his length, before moving down. Her fingers turned downwards and gently cupped his balls, moving her fingers to push in between his testicles and anus, while cupping him in her palm.

That seemed to have been the move that caused Bane to harden. When she ran her fingers up his length, she was taken back. It was a grand staff, large in both length and girth; a perfect fit for such a massive man. With a deep breath, Leyla reached up and undid the zipper of his pants. She could see his bulge peak through, covered by his black underwear.

Licking her lips, her fingers peeled back his underwear. That was when she saw it. Her eyes must have widened a bit, since Bane's light hearted chuckle ran through her ears. How could he not acknowledge how large he was? It was a strong staff, swollen with arousal. This was definitely a first for her, but she wouldn't back down.

With one final deep breath, Leyla reached out and gently pulled his staff up, while caressing his length. It wasn't until her tongue ran up him that she heard it. A moan. It was light and slightly muffled by his mask, but it was a moan. His groan excited her further, causing her to cup her mouth over his tip hungrily.

Leyla needed to take in steady breaths through her nostrils, as her lips widened to fit him in. It was a little hard for her at first, but she sought to overcome this challenge. Slowly, she ran her mouth as far down as she could, until he reached the back of her throat. Then, while pursing her lips around him, she began to run up his length, agonizingly slow. Allowing the surface of her tongue to taste him.

Bane may have not wanted to show his enjoyment of this activity, but his heavy breathing and the way his fists clenched instantly gave him away. Leyla knew every time her mouth rode up his length and sucked on the head, he enjoyed it. The way her lips loosened as they slid down and tightened as they rose up. The way he tongue tickled at the base of his cock. She knew he enjoyed every bit of it.

Wanting to fully please him, her hand reached down and once again cupped his testicles. The mere warmth of her hand was enough to cause him to let out a guttural groan. While still sucking him off, Leyla continued to gently play with his testes. The dual pleasuring was slowly sending him over the edge and she knew it. With the pushing of her fingers into his perineum, Bane soon released himself into her mouth.

With Bane's warm liquid seeping down her throat, Leyla slowly pulled away from him, before licking off any excess juices. Her big blue eyes stared up at him, showing him no disgust or fear. In her experience, men's fluids often tasted salty and some were worse than others. His tasted like nothing. It was in that moment she wondered what his diet consisted of, if anything at all.

She may not have been able to see his mouth, but his eyes showed his relief. He didn't look like a man who pleasured himself, so he must have been built up for quite some time. He may have just released himself, but his eyes showed the same kind of desire that were in hers. He was hungry and wanted more.

In one flowing movement, Bane swooped her naked body up with one arm and took her to the bed, before removing his plain black shirt. The thought that it was John's didn't even cross her mind, as she was set down. Leyla's eyes never left his and her new found confidence was definitely intriguing him.

Scooting back further onto the bed, her hands reached up to brush past his cheekbones, as his massive body loomed over hers. Large arms rested on either side of her and he was careful not to push too much of his body on her. Though, it was clear she wanted him to be as close as he could; her ankles linking together over his lower back.

The mouth of his mask almost touched her lips, their eyes staring intensely into each other. Always challenging her, "Can you handle this? Being intimate with a monster, rather than a man?"

"I fear nothing."

Bane was smirking under his mask, pleased at how quickly she was coming back to life. There was determination in her eyes. Fire. She wanted this. Not only because of his body. Not only because of the growing attachment she was developing for him. But, because of herself. She needed this, because she needed her humanity back. She needed everything that John stole from her and that included her ability to enjoy sex.

Her determination ignited a fire in him that flowed throughout his entire body, including his genitalia. His large hand reached out to cup her cheek, rubbing her skin with his thumb, as her own hands roamed his shoulders. Leyla's fingers crawled along his muscular skin, touching every line. Memorizing every muscle. Her hands slid over to his back, while his own reached for her breast.

Leyla let out a small gasp, as her right breast fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. His fingers gently grabbed her mound, while his thumb circled around her nipple. The sensation caused her back to arch, her hips moving along the rhythm of his thumb. Once her nipple was hardened, his fingers ran down her stomach. Touching every scar, every pieced of flawed flesh.

Breath hitched in the back of her throat, as his fingertips ran along the length of scar that traveled down her ribcage. Then, she stiffened even more, as he touched upon the one that led to her private area. His fingers never left her flesh, as they continued to travel to her sex, finding it already wet with excitement.

Soon her mind was in a tailspin, tilting her head back as his fingers played with her folds. John never performed any type of foreplay, unless he wanted her to go down on him. Pleasure wasn't an option for her and she had grown use to just having a cock shoved violently into her.

That wasn't the case. Whether he knew this fact or this was simply the way he performed, Bane took his time to play with her. He started off with circling inside her lips, before running up to her swollen clitoris. The very touch of his fingers excited her. She couldn't help, but move underneath him as he teased her nub. With each movement, her body jolted with pleasure.

And then his large finger was inside her and instantly her body warmed. There was a jolt of excitement that Leyla hadn't felt in years, as he curved his fingers upwards inside her. It was a wonderful feeling and she couldn't help, but hang her head back and moan. Every sensation seemed exaggerated, having every nerve woken after being asleep for so long.

It wasn't until her bottom was swooped up and his hardened staff poked at her entrance that Leyla became slightly nervous. She really was going to have sex with someone else. She was going to enjoy sex. The very thought drove her slightly insane; almost not knowing what to do with herself.

Bane must have seen the look on her face; tilting his own head in curiosity. He wasn't a man for rape and when she squeezed her eyes shut, in preparation, he softly commanded, "Look at me."

Leyla knew why he had done this. How could she enjoy herself, if she just looked away? Determined to throw away the barriers that John had built, she stared into his eyes as Bane steadied his free arm against the headboard and slowly pushed in. The tip instantly made her gasp loudly, her body tensing. Her walls instantly clenching.

Her tightness around him caused Bane to let out a small groan, while insisting, "Relax. How can I proceed when you close me off?"

With an uneasy breath, Leyla slowly unclenched herself, allowing Bane to push more of himself in. In order not to tighten up again, her arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin, with every inch that was pushed into her. Not seeming to mind, he proceeded until he was all in. He gave her a moment to get use to his size, so that she may enjoy herself as well.

The mere notion eased her slightly, as her hips moved so to let him know she was ready. With her bottom in the cradle of his arm and his face in her neck, Bane began rotating his hips. That was when her whole world turned to chaos. Each clenching of his hips, each powerful yet slow thrust turned her world upside down. She could feel pain transforming into pleasure, each time his tip hit her cervix.

Leyla was holding onto Bane's massive body; her own twitching every time he moved back inside of her. Her nails clawing into him let him know of her pain, but her moans in his ear told him how much she was enjoying it. He could feel the heat rising through her body; her hips pulling up every time he left her. Begging to come back.

The way her body was reacting was insatiable. Awake to every touch. Her moans a symphony of pleasure. Leyla could hear Bane moan as well. Of course, his was much deeper and harsher; amplified by his mask. But, she heard it. The sound hummed in her ear, as his free hand reached down to play with her breasts.

Then suddenly Bane slowly reeled back, until he was resting back on his knees and his hands were placed behind him, holding him up. During the flow of movements, Leyla ended up on tops, with her legs straddling him. Seeing her curious face, he instructed, "Do what you please. Make yourself cum. You're in charge."

In charge? Those were words Leyla didn't know. Didn't comprehend. John never wanted her on top. Not that she wanted to either, but he would never allow it. He wanted her to know how little she meant to him. How low she was. That the sex they had was in no way meant to be pleasurable. That she should never have a voice. And for all the time she was with him, she didn't.

With on of his hands running up her thigh, moving up her bottom to her backside; Leyla began rotating her own hips. They were slow at first. Unsure. It had been a long time she had been on top and she was pretty sure she either high or intoxicated during that time. She needed to pull out her former knowledge of what to do. But, it wouldn't take long when she just allowed her body to give in to its feelings.

Being on top cause Bane to be completely inside of her. It was a challenge at first, but soon Leyla built up a rhythm. Her legs squeezed around his hips, every tip she rose up and then released to slid back down. He back was arched and soon she was riding him; blind with pleasure.

Looking at him had become difficult; too wrapped up in excitement. Each time she sat back down on him, she felt herself being thrown over the edge. Her climax was right there, right within her reach. It would be her first orgasm achieved through sex since she was sixteen. And it was because of Bane.

Knowing exactly what would finish her, Leyla begged, "Touch me. Please."

Always so polite. Bane couldn't fault her really. That would probably forever be embedded in her. Somehow knowing what she needed, he held himself steady with one arm, while reaching out and playing with her clit, with his thumb. The circling motion, along with her riding, finally sent an orgasm crashing down on her that felt as if it had been building up for years.

Seeing Leyla finally accomplish her orgasm proved too much for Bane, as he grabbed hold of her hips and flipped her down on the bed. The motion was aggressive and powerful, taking her back since the sex thus far hadn't been rough. But, he was a beast and overcome with animal instincts. He growled, while lifting her legs and thrusting in. Determined to fulfill his own climax.

Leyla gripped onto the sheets, as his hips thrust in harder than they had before. There was fire in his eyes. If she could see his mouth, she'd see him snarling with ferocity. Her sex was so wet from cumming that the power of his thrusts didn't intimidate her. They turned her on even more.

Finally, she felt his warm seed spilling into her, shuddering at the sensation. Often, she felt disgusted when John would do this. It was demeaning and almost a mockery of her condition. But, for some reason, she didn't feel that way now. It was almost enticing. Empowering. As if to show her that he accepted her as a worthy sexual partner.

Leyla's body jerked slightly, as Bane slowly pulled out of her. Her sex throbbed, though wasn't in pain. Without him inside her, she felt more sensitive than ever. Her nerves were pulsing at the memory; her legs not even being able to close. When her eyes would blink, all she could see was him.

Bane was already tucking himself in and zipping up his pants; his legs hanging over the side of the bed. Leyla was all too use to the saying love 'em and leave 'em. It hardly fazed her. Finding the strength to sit up, she went to leave the bed when she heard, "Stay."

Turning around, she came face to face with his back. He was taking off his boots. He hadn't put a shirt back on. Clearly, he was getting ready for bed. Did he want her to stay with him through the night? Leyla was confused and unsure. It was an affectionate gesture, one that she wasn't sure was sincere or just another part of his game.

Either way, she didn't care. Endorphins were kicking in and her body soon found a need to be close. It was intense. Probably due to not orgasming in the past eight years. Not caring about the consequences, Leyla crawled over to Bane before sitting up on her knees, her bottom on her heels. His large back seemed to fit perfectly against her chest; looping her arms around his shoulders.

Bane curiously turned his head at the affectionate gesture. It wasn't until her hands started roaming his chest plates and her lips placed themselves on his large neck that he became aroused again. Her mouth opened and began sucking gently on his skin, while her fingers ran down the scar that covered his spine.

Cumming twice in one night was enough for him, as he peeled her arms off him. Knowing that her endorphins were high, Bane laid back in the large bed and motioned for her to come closer. Leyla first left the bed and reached into the bathrobe that was still on the floor. Once pulling out a pack of cigarettes, she scooted back into bed before hesitantly resting her head on his shoulder.

It was a little weird, having his large arm around her, yet comforting at the same time. It felt nice to rest against someone, after such an intimate affair. It wasn't something she'd experience in a long time. And then, she partook in something she always enjoyed; a cigarette after sex.

"Picking up old habits from Barsard?" Bane chuckled; amused and proud that Leyla was doing what she wanted.

Letting the tainted air flow out of her lips, Leyla bit her lower lip and stared at her shaking hand, "It's weird…yet comforting. Which is even more weird."

"There should never be anything weird about being yourself."

Leyla didn't say anything. Her body was calming down and reality was slowly sinking in. In a matter of weeks, everything seemed to be coming undone. She was reverting back to who she use to be. Wasn't she? She was having promiscuous sex like she use to. Getting angry like she use to. And smoking cigarettes like she use to. She had skipped eight years of emotions and they were now all coming back to her. She didn't know what to do with them and knew at times she seemed irrational.

Leyla knew she didn't want to do drugs the way she use to or drink heavily the way she use to. But, what she had just done seemed right. Somehow, she felt safer in Bane's larger arms than any other man. Whether he had sex with her for the sport or to push her even further, she knew it felt nice to lay against someone again.