Talia When She's Tantalized (Patreon)

“OHH—BELOVED!” Talia moaned, feeling her cunt filling up with Bruce’s hot cum. Every inch of her convulsing folds were covered with his white jizz.

“Ahh,” Bruce groaned tersely, both relieved and tensed up—he was coming harder than he ever had before, his ejaculate working its way out of his twitching cockhead like magma flowing from an erupting volcano.

“Yes, yesssss!” Talia hissed between clenched teeth, gratified and pained to feel all of Bruce’s length inside her, defying the taut spasms of her inner muscles to stay hard enough to keep her splayed open. Forced to take all of the exploding seed that he wished to leave in her.

Long moments later, their shared orgasm was over. Talia sighed as she felt Bruce pull himself from her drenched sex. She opened her eyes after another long pause, about to thank him for once more delivering her a delicious fuck, when she saw him coming off the bed and grabbing for his clothes.

“I need to get going,” Bruce said economically. “I took too long giving you a second orgasm.”

“A third,” Talia corrected him. “Aren’t you going to shower?”

Bruce arched an eyebrow, correctly deducing that she hoped to get orgasm number four under the hot spray. “There’s a shower on the plane. And fresh clothes.”

Talia rolled out of bed. She knew how curt Bruce could be. A satin kimono waited for her to slip on; she had no desire to put on the leather catsuit she’d worn into Bruce’s mansion, not while his cum still roiled in her pussy with all the heat of his passion.

By the time she’d tied the belt, Bruce was already dressed. He stepped out into the hallway, buttoning his shirt. Talia followed him out. The mansion was quiet, heavy with history, lit up by streams of light from tall windows instead of buzzing electronics. Talia enjoyed padding through it on her bare feet, trailing after Bruce’s broad back.

“I’m surprised you’re so quick to leave,” she said, catching up with him before he could descend a flight of stairs. She wrapped her arms around his titanic shoulders. It took a stretch for them to meet over his clavicle. “I am still the daughter of the Demon. Would you leave me unattended in your innermost sanctum?”

“The house isn’t my sanctum. It’s a house. And you won’t be unattended.”

“Oh?” Talia kissed the back of his neck from up on her tip toes. “I can feel the weariness in you, beloved. You barely were able to keep up with me. Will your manservant manage the same?”

“My butler will be driving me to the airport and accompanying me to Istanbul.”

“Has he started the car already? I’d hate to keep you here while you’re burning gas,” Talia said with a laconic smile, amused with herself as she reached around his narrow hips to touch his flaccid manhood, so innocently limp now, resting amidst his drained balls.

She still vividly remembered all the excruciating pleasure it had forced her to, even as she cried out bravely for more, more despite the screams she loosed and the blood pounding in her temples, telling her there was only so much even her well-trained body could stand.

Fondly she reached inside his fly and stroked him, recalling how that beautiful organ she now held in her hand had kept her at a plateau for endless intervals, feeling wave after wave of rolling, crashing ecstasy. How long had he made each magnificent orgasm last? It didn’t matter. She’d learned she could count on Bruce, once she’d seduced him. Every tryst, every fling was worth its weight in gold—satisfying, filling, majestic.

Bruce’s massive phallus began to come alive with her gentle massage. He turned at the waist and kissed Talia, his passion heightening even as his manhood grew rigid, swelling to the monstrous erection that had stretched her walls until she was sure no one else could satiate her. Bruce parted her closed robe and petted her breasts with practiced ease, making her tremble—her eyes closed and then fluttered open, wanting to see that it was indeed her beloved who was giving her such enjoyment.

Once she’d drunk in his handsome face again, Talia kissed him wetly, still fondling his member and even more tenderly feeling his caresses. “You were right,” she teased. “I won’t be unattended.”

“No,” Bruce agreed. He nodded to her left. “Dick will be here if you need anything.”

Talia turned her head and nearly jumped out of her skin. Only ten feet away, that Teen Wonder of Bruce’s stood, casually watching everything that unfolded. She jerked her hand out of Bruce’s fly and pulled her kimono shut. Dick’s gaze didn’t noticeably change. Neither did Bruce’s voice.

“Dick, Talia can stay here indefinitely. Just so long as she behaves herself.” Bruce’s gaze met Talia’s eyes. “I certainly wouldn’t want Ra’s al Ghul to get his hands on the good silver—or anything else.”

Talia froze. Did he know? How could he know?

It’d been the perfect scheme. Steal the Mauscrein Scrolls from Wayne Manor, not by breaking in, but by seducing Bruce. She could spend several days having her needs tended to without technically betraying her father.

Bruce couldn’t have known she had an ulterior motive. He was the Detective. He wouldn’t have allowed her to reconnect with him—to spend several days in his bed—all while knowing she was after an artifact he had sworn to keep away from her.

Unless he was more matched to her than she’d realized. Wanting to enjoy his time with her, lull her into a false sense of security, while still denying her any prize except the white-hot seed still cooling inside of her. It would be deliciously diabolical of him—if only she weren’t the one being deceived.

Talia wouldn’t let him outgame her like that. Grayson or not, she would claim her target.

For now, she would go back to bed. Rest. Let Dick believe she had gotten what she’d come for. Once he’d let his guard down, then she would strike.

All of which passed through her mind in a mere moment, before she gave Bruce a tantalizing smile. “I’ve gotten what I came for, beloved… or at least, a good deal of it.”

She kissed him once more, then whirled to return to bed, casting a look at Dick as she passed him. He eyed her, but if he had any quip to make, he was saving it for when his master was out of earshot.

Talia yawned, trying to hang onto her lingering tiredness and keep alertness at bay. But the moment she walked back into the bedroom, sleep became the last thing on her mind.

A woman was in bed, her bed, the bed she’d shared with Bruce. She was pretty, youthfulness lighting up and firming every feature, with carroty red hair and a splash of freckles across her face. Her nose was cutely turned up while her lips were lushly red. She was naked, her freckles continuing down her pale throat and onto the slopes of pert breasts. She touched herself, rubbing right where kinky red curls confirmed that her hair color hadn’t been given to her by a dye.

Talia could only stand there, amazed, aghast, watching in stunned silence while the girl breathed hard and pleasured herself… her fingers curling inside her pubic hair, her legs sneaking further apart. Talia could not help but look closer, staring until she made out that the girl’s fingers were sinking deeper into her slit. She heard slick folds parting, the squish of velvet-soft petals being separated. The redhead pointed her toes; her mouth fell open.

“That’s Barbara,” Dick said. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Talia whirled on him, slamming the door shut. She blinked several times to regain her equilibrium—she decided to be affronted by this push past her boundaries. “What’s she doing in my bed?”

“It’s not your bed,” Dick said cavalierly. “It’s Bruce’s. He said you could use it? He said Babs could use it too.”

“You are beneath arguing with,” Talia informed him.

The truth was, all this talk of Bruce’s things, the implication however unknowing that Barbara belonged to both men… it reminded her of her father’s dancing girls. Her father’s, but he gave them as well to his men, and they enjoyed being the property of not just one man, but many.

That was not Talia, of course. She had royal blood. She was born for worship, not for man’s usage, much less a pleasure girl to entertain whoever had won her master’s favor. She forced the thought from her head and returned to the bedroom, intent on throwing Barbara out on her bare ass… only to find the redhead was gone.

Talia turned to ask Dick where she’d gone—as irrational an impulse as that was—and found that he’d disappeared too. Batman’s games, if not her beloved himself. She’d let him and the girl get away with playing them, for now.

Let them think they had the upper hand. The final victory would be hers alone. She’d enjoy both her father’s approval and Bruce’s desire for her. It was a far headier pleasure than any a slave girl might ever know.

Talia went inside the bedroom, shutting the door behind her, loosened her robe until it lapsed open in the front and put on the panties that she’d taken off before she’d allowed Bruce to arouse her. She liked the feeling of security they gave her, giving even her perfect body a finish of modesty.

Talia crawled under the covers of the bed. She shut her eyes and meditated. Sleep came rapidly, even as she was assailed with unfinished thoughts brought about by Dick and the girl. She resolved to ignore them—so resounding that as dreams, they were half-formed, never truly emerging from her subconscious, but flittering through her unconscious mind like moths at night, circling in and out of a light’s reach.

She awoke to a sharp bang. Talia’s head spun to the door; the noise had come from there. Her pupils widened, drinking in the dim light coming through the drawn shutters. There was something lying on the carpet between the bed and the door.

Talia slipped out of the bed. She gasped silently when she realized what it was: a set of panties. Not hers. A scowl covered her face as she picked them up. Then she heard another noise; smothered giggles from outside the door. Talia felt a flash of righteous anger. It had to be Dick and Barbara, taunting her again.

Only this time, she would catch them in the act. Sneak underneath their notice, watch until she grew bored, then mock them with her assessment of their lovemaking. She was sure there would be plenty to criticize about their clumsy groping.

Clasping the panties in her fist, Talia smiled smugly. Perhaps she wouldn’t chastise them at all. She’d just go to the girl’s father and return the underwear to him. That would make her think twice about drawing the ire of Talia al Ghul.