Chapter Seventeen: Burning the Past in Order to Write the Future
"I need something to sleep in," Maureen started to say before Bane initially interrupted her without words as he tugged at her towel.
"That need can wait," he murmured in a tone that smoldered a tad less than purely pyroclastic.
Maureen's body twinged in wet remembrance as Bane pulled her across the bathroom's threshold and towards the bed, anxious to taste, fill, own and fully possess her.
Maureen's pupils grew as large as an exploding supernova before collapsing into themselves and shrinking to pinpoints at being faced with Bane's nudity, warmly lit from the squat candles.
Her eyes traced the dancing shadows that highlighted his leg's powerful musculature and vascular striation.
Maureen's breath caught in her throat at the living embodiment of the masculine Vitruvian Man towering over her.
Her eyes lingered on his heavy cock, swelling in size with anticipation of possessing her body.
"Come here Maureen," Bane rasped as he tightened his hand around hers and tugged her towards him with close to rough assertion.
Bane caught Maureen up in his arms, fumbling to rip the bath towel free, allowing his hands and eyes to find her naked skin.
Maureen watched his eyes glaze over with something unreadable as he pushed her back to the top sheet, the comforter pulled back and out of the way.
Bane swallowed back excess saliva as he moved her around until she was staring up at him, pushing at her thighs, spreading them apart until he could stare down at her intimate center, the silken folds looked like liquid velvet in the warm cast of the candlelight.
He'd longed for this moment as soon as he'd laid eyes on Doctor Maureen Hightower.
Bane had seen her as a goddess to be cherished, composed of opulence and grace but deep down, he believed she belonged entirely to him.
He'd never had the opportunity to taste a woman, never even had the desire with the women he'd chosen to bury his cock in, every woman in the past had just been a way to fulfill a purely physiological need.
Bane licked his lips, nearly panting as he teased a couple fingertips through the shell-pink lips of her pussy, dragging the rough pads of his fingertips up and down her wet slit, bobbing to tease against her tight opening.
He began to trace slow circles around her clit, the tissue becoming swollen with the stimulation, pulling blood to make it bloat and pulse with imminent climax.
Bane thought back to the forgettable, nameless women that he'd carve out time to fuck, to clear his head, get off or misdirect.
Most of the time, he'd flip the woman over and fuck their ass, not wanting to produce children with the faceless whores, fellow soldiers, and insurgents. If he experienced a loss in self-control and happened to come in their cunts, he'd slit their throats the moment he came to prevent the possibility of an unwantedly birthed, roaming bastard.
Maureen gasped as Bane slid his thick index finger into her wet center, dipping into her opening and making her tilt her pelvis up to meet his hand before he brought the slick finger to his mouth, licking, shuddering as he tasted her on his scarred skin.
Bane dropped lower in the bed, dropping his head, and resting the side of his face on her belly, his ear pressed against the smooth skin under her bellybutton. He closed his eyes when Maureen brought her hands to rest on the caps of his rounded shoulders.
Maureen shivered as his exhale tickled her skin.
The tickling sensation quickly gave away to incoherencies murmured on a series of gasps as Bane moved his face lower and licked her wet slit in long, languorous strokes, making Maureen buck her hips up to meet his seeking tongue.
Bane felt like he was drinking from the veritable source of all known life, he felt his soul restored as his face grew slick from the wetness he forced from Maureen's pussy as he pushed her closer towards the brink of an orgasmic abyss with each flick of his tongue.
Maureen cried out in time with the rhythm of Bane's tongue on her clit, she closed her eyes as her thighs began to shake.
Bane wanted to be buried inside of her when she gave in to the pleasure he was forcing her to experience.
He licked his thumb and began tracing circles in the same manner as his tongue in order to rise up to his knees and urge her to open her thighs further.
Maureen could hardly articulate complete words as Bane stroked his cock to impossible hardness and plunged inside her wet center, stopping when their intimate flesh wetly kissed.
Bane's breath began to hitch as his rhythm grew frenzied, he stared down at where his cock was rapidly pistoning. He was hypnotized watching his thick, heavily engorged cock plunge in and out of her tight center, stretching her opening with each assertive thrust.
"Let me save you Maureen," Bane managed raggedly. "Let me save you as much as you saved me," he added as his balls pulled up tight to his body in anticipation of filling her with his sticky seed.
Maureen nodded, "yes," she gasped, dropping her hands to his hips, tightening her fingers in the dense musculature, urging him to fill her even deeper.
Bane dropped his weight, forcing her thighs to spread until they ached as he managed a few more erratic thrusts of his thick rigidity before his cock spasmed inside her.
Maureen felt a few hot spurts as he filled her, feeling electricity running loose under his hot, naked skin.
Bane collapsed on top of her, conscious to not compress her lungs until he stole her breath before shifting to lie alongside her, pulling the comforter up and around their nakedness.
The candles flickered and made the shadows dance on the wall as Maureen and Bane fell into collective deep, satisfied sleep.
Hours later, Bane stirred first, finding the room just beginning to grow in light, the candles long since burned out.
He propped himself up on one elbow and stared down at Maureen from where she was tucked close to his side. He slipped his top hand under the blue comforter, letting his hand come to rest of the smooth plain of her belly, drawing slow circles around the dip of her belly button.
Maureen stirred as Bane slid his hand up her side, his palm coming to cradle her full breast, his thumb teasing her blush pink nipple, making it stiffen to a sensitive peak.
"Come greet the morning with me Maureen," Bane growled as he began to tug the linen away from her body, exposing her naked skin.
Maureen opened her eyes slowly, finding Bane's return gaze full of promises not yet spoken and feeling his cock began to harden against the outside of her thigh.
Maureen let him strip away all the blankets and drag his eyes over every part of her before he pulled her from the bed, reluctantly rewrapping the blanket around them with the chilly sea air that greeted them when they walked outside to the small patio area.
Bane pulled Maureen to the chaise lounge and picked up her journal that he'd left on the plush cushion.
He handed Maureen her journal while he started a fresh fire in the small burning pit, soon hot flames licked the foggy air, throwing warmth on them.
Bane dropped his arm around Maureen and pulled her close to his side, looking down at her as she thumbed through her journal, her eyes dancing over the words she'd written and the words that Bane had read.
"Will you put that in the past?" Bane asked as Maureen closed the journal and traced her finger around the rectangular cover.
Maureen shifted until she could look up at Bane, turning further until she could rest her hand over his heart.
Bane held his breath as Maureen drew her hand down the front of his chest until she could tease the length of his cock, stroking him until his thickness hardened in her grip.
Maureen bit her lower lip as she lifted her hand from his swollen rigidity just long enough to throw her blue and white marbled covered journal onto the fire which began to devour her past with hungry flames.
Bane brought his hands to Maureen's hips as she crawled onto his lap, letting her thighs fall to either side of him.
It was Bane's turn to become breathless, wordless, and incapable of forming coherent words as Maureen reached down and smoothed the head of his cock through the slick, wet folds of her pink pussy until she forced herself to slide down the pulsing length of his hardness, increasing her rhythm as she gripped the tops of his shoulders.
Bane pulled her down to meet him, feeling his cock stopped when he could plunge no deeper, forcing her pussy lips to become sore and swollen later from his enthusiasm.
Maureen's journal burned as her and Bane lost each themselves in each other's exhales, whispered admissions and vulnerable cries of passion.
Maureen's journal would eventually turn to ash, each particle would get caught on the sea air and pulled out to sea, dissipating over the millions of gallons of seawater.
As Maureen and Bane settled into life on the coast in the small, sleepy seaside town, back in Gotham City, forensics would eventually come back that all souls in Arkham were accounted for and identified, save for Bane and Doctor Maureen Hightower.
They would never be located.
James Gordon wouldn't finish serving his first term as a stroke nearly killed him and he died at home two years later from complications of pneumonia.
A peek into the future of the newest residents of Cape Maybelle, would show a renovated beach house and added office with a replica of Maureen's desk that Bane had built from memory, precise in every way. He kept to himself the desire he'd had to fuck her over her desk before he'd liberated her from Arkham Asylum, only refraining because there hadn't been enough time.
Bane had surprised Maureen with the freshly finished desk as soon as the dark stain had dried to the touch.
Maureen had felt tears sting her eyes at the thoughtfulness he extended and more so when she opened the top drawer and found a blank, lined journal with a green and white tie-dyed cover.
"Write about your life now," Bane had whispered into Maureen's ear as he had wrapped her up from behind. "Write about our life," he had added as he licked a hot line up the side of her neck before fucking her sweetly over the desk.
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