Bruce sat in the darkness. His training was almost complete. After this final master, he could return to Gotham at last. Return to Alfred. He almost smiled at the thought.
"I think my father loves you more than he loves me."
Talia's words then were the first time Bruce realised a part of her would always hate him for stealing her father's attention. But only a part of her. And right now he was much more interested in how the other parts of her felt.
She stood there in the darkness with him, red dress hanging from her slim figure. The clothes barely covered her in truth. A slit up revealed her long legs every time she shifted her stance. The top piece encased her breasts with a window in the centre, and almost nothing else. Her bare midriff was a temptation to any who dared look upon the daughter of the demon, but it was her bare shoulders that Bruce's eyes had fallen on: so soft, trembling slightly.
She dropped to her knees to be level with him. "I've never met anyone like you before," she said quietly. "Someone so driven. You're… infuriating." She said that last word in a way that told him she'd almost said a different one. She reached out, touching his cheek. Still he said nothing.
"They're calling you the Demon's Heart…" she whispered into his ear, tangling her fingers in his short messy hair. His arm slowly moved to her hip, suddenly pulling her towards him. She made a slight noise as she melted into his arms. Bruce's lips crashed into hers and she moaned. Kissing her hadn't been part of the plan, but Bruce was willing to allow himself this one moment's respite.
Her body was so warm to the touch. And the way she moaned as he kissed her was amazing. He lowered her to the floor on her back, his hands running up her sides, feeling her curves. Talia's leg lifted, her thigh pressing to the side of his chest. He grabbed it with a growl, his fingers digging into the soft delicate skin. Again she moaned.
His lips released hers to assault her neck. The he forced her onto her front, his lips and teeth attacking her shoulder blades. Talia pressed her palms to the ground. He straddled her, sitting back to admire her perfect body. Talia glanced back at him over her shoulder with a smile playing on her lips, long dark hair fallen over her eye. He felt his arousal grow.
He ran his finger down her spine possessively. Then he gripped her wrists and stretched her arms out to the side of her. Bruce groaned slightly at the tension growing in his pants. He rolled his hips against her prone form for release. Seeing pinned down beneath him like this, he wanted her as badly as she'd been lusting for him.
He ground his hips against her over and over, like an animal losing control. He released her wrists only to grab her long dark hair and pull. She let out a small gasp as he reeled her head back.
Then he released her, rolling off her, panting for breath himself. He watched with hungry eyes as Talia got to her feet. She smirked, feeling his gaze. Her dress dropped to the floor.
Bruce took in her naked body in all its glory. It was a flawless work of art: all curves. She dropped to her knees again in front of him and this time he leaned back. He didn't resist as she pulled as his clothes, stripping him until he was as naked as her. His cock stood upright, begging for her attention.
Talia wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft and pumped slowly. Bruce groaned. "Talia…" he managed to moan out. Her other hand joined the first. He felt waves of pleasure wash over him as she rubbed him slower and slower, harder and harder. Then her tongue made contact with his tip.
Bruce's hips bucked. Talia kept going. Her lips encased the head, sucking gently, her tongue flicking at it. Her hands gave way for her lips, pressed tightly around his shaft, to take over the up and down motion. Bruce gripped her hair tightly, lost in the pleasure.
The minutes Talia al Ghul spent sucking his cock were likely the best of Bruce's young life. She was an expert at it, never quite letting him cum, but sending him right to the edge over and over. Her finger tips dancing on his inner thighs as she trailed her tongue over his dick was like heaven.
Her lips dragged off with his erection with a soft smack of her lips and she glanced up at him through fallen strands of hair with a knowing look on her face. He couldn't control himself. Bruce growled as he grasped her hips and yanked her onto his lap. His cock twitched as her wet pussy rubbed against it. She moaned that perfect moan again and he pushed inside her.
Her hands fell on his chest and her body arched as she started to ride him. His hips shot up into her again and again. His hands stayed firmly planted in the curves of her hips, rolling them against him. She stretched her arms up inti the air as she ground herself down on him as hard she could. Her face contorted into a beautiful O shape of pleasure.
With a roar, he surged forwards, slamming her down onto her back as he climbed in top of her. His foot pawed at her soft calf as he pounded down into her. Talia shrieked with glee as he fucked her with all his might.
He grasped her bouncing tits firmly, squeezing and kneading them roughly. She wailed out his name as he pinched her nipples tightly. Her nails dug into his back. Still his cock pistoned in and out of her with rough thrusts. Her body shuddered with each impact.
As he felt his climax approaching, Bruce wrapped his hand around her throat. Talia's moans of pleasure cut off as he squeezed. He choked her tightly as they both exploded into orgasm in unison.
His grip on her throat loosened a little more with each thrust as he slowed to a stop. He released his hold on her as he came to a stop, quickly replacing his hand with his mouth, kissing down her neck.
As Talia later there panting for breath, he kissed down her neck, and chest. He took his time on her flat stomach, feeling the toned muscle beneath his lips and letting his tongue circle her navel. Talia whimpered as he pressed his face to her pussy and licked her clean. He left her mound quivering as he got to his feet, searching for his clothes.
"Beloved," she reached out to him. He ignored her, pulling his garments back on. "Goodbye Talia," was all he said as his focus returned and he went back to his training.