19: Final Night [1]*

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[A/N: Ok, No, I'm not done with the Pàtreon thing. just wanted to give you guys this chapter to let you know I'm coming back soon.

Also there is "Smut" in this chapter.

I wouldn't take credit for this as I pretty much copied the writing from somebody else. So if you find it familiar, then bingo it is.]

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I exited the arena and ascended to the surface, where Ra's awaited my return.

He approached me with an enigmatic smile, his presence carrying a blend of respect and approval. His words held the weight of a long-awaited acknowledgment.

"You have won, just as I expected." Ra's said in a tone that was both congratulatory and fatherly. His eyes, sharp and penetrating as always, seemed to convey an unspoken understanding of the sacrifices and trials that had led me to this moment.

I nodded in gratitude, feeling the weight of this victory. It had been a brutal and arduous journey, and it felt like a lifetime since I had first set foot in this secluded training ground.

"I believe so." I replied, my voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. "It's been an intense experience, to say the least."

Ra's placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You've earned your rest, Bruce. Take the night to recover, You'll need it for the journey ahead."

With a final nod, Ra's gave me a subtle smile, one that held a hint of pride.

I strolled away from the arena, scanning the surroundings for Talia, but she was nowhere to be found. With a sigh, I headed back to the mansion.

Some of the cuts inflicted by David were already healing, but a particularly large one on my chest still bled profusely. I knew I needed to stitch it up.

As I opened the door to my room, I found Talia waiting for me, holding a medical kit in her hand.

"Come on in." She greeted me with a sympathetic smile as she welcomed me.

I exhaled and settled onto the bed. Talia poured me a drink and handed it to me. I took a sip while she prepared the needle and thread.

I gazed into her eyes as she approached, her long fingers delicately hovering over my chest. Her focus was sharp as she began stitching me up.

"Monarch, huh?" I remarked with a dry tone.

I might have preferred something more sinister, like Darkblade or Ghost. Not that I'm saying Monarch is a bad name, it just feels somewhat out of place given the League's goals.

"Trust me, I was actually thinking along the lines of Reaper." She smiled but kept her gaze fixed on my wound, not once taking her eyes off it as she explained. "But my father believed that Monarch better suited your purpose compared to the other options."

"And what's the deal with the mask?" I questioned, tossing the mask aside once the fight concluded. Despite its cool design, a black Red Hood mask didn't exactly fit my image, especially considering my elaborate plans for my debut in Gotham as someone other than Bruce Wayne.

"Don't even get me started." She rolled her eyes. "As much as I respect my father, he has zero fashion sense."

I chuckled at her remark. It was the first time I'd heard Talia criticize Ra's, a sign of her evolution under my influence.

"I'll drink to that." I said with a grin, downing the last of my drink and placing the glass beside us.

Talia took her time finishing up the stitches. They were more of a precaution; a normal person's wound would take a week to heal, but I only needed an hour.

Her fingers trailed across my chest sensually, igniting a fire within me as she moved deliberately. I seized her arm, halting her tracing at the wound.

"Stop." I instructed.

"Does it hurt?" She inquired.

"You tell me." I released her hand and reached out slowly. Cradling her chin with my fingers, I pulled her closer.

She lowered herself onto all fours and advanced toward me. Our faces hovered inches apart, our breaths merging as we locked eyes.

I traced her sculpted features and tucked stray strands of hair behind her ears, drawing her closer with a hand on her neck.

I captured her lips with mine. Our tongues engaged in a passionate duel, her moans filling the air.

I withdrew slightly, and her eyes trembled as she swallowed hard. We both understood what was coming, and we both yearned for it.

"Is my Monarch asking a reward for his victory?" She teased seductively, slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The loose-fitting one-piece garment cascaded down, halting just above her bosom.

I claimed her lips in another heated kiss and rolled, pinning her to the bed. My finger deftly found the zipper on her dress, drawing it down to reveal a lacy black bra.

"Kings don't ask." I growled, grabbing the dress and tossing it across the room. I returned to her lips, trailing kisses down her neck and along her shoulder blades.

With each kiss, Talia moaned, her body writhing beneath me. I gripped her hips, kneading her ass. Each brush of my lips against her skin felt like fiery kisses, making her blood rush and her skin flush. Then I withdrew, leaving her yearning.

"They take what they want." I smirked, watching her chest heave as she panted, her body craving my touch.

"B-Bruce, please." She began, but I silenced her with a finger on her lips, pressing my thumb gently against them.

"And I'm going to take you, Talia." I whispered in her ear, biting her lip gently.

"Take me." Talia moaned back, her voice a sultry whisper.

I kissed her breasts more fervently, slipping a hand under her bra to explore her curves for the first time. My fingertips brushed against her nipples, causing them to harden.

My lips pressed to her right breast, suckling on it passionately until a prominent hickey formed. She quivered beneath me, her legs brushing together in desire.

"Don't stop." She growled, her nails digging into my back, sending sharp jolts of pain that only fueled my desire for the Assassin beauty beneath me.

I released her breast, my hands seizing the waistband of her pants and swiftly pulling them off.

Leaning down, I kissed her deeply, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me onto the bed. She reached for the covers, tossing them over us, cocooning us in warmth.

"Plead for it." I growled into her ear, my fingers toying with her nipples as my hips pressed against her pelvis.

"Please." She gasped. "Bruc-Beloved!"

Her hand slid down and dipped into my shorts while her other gripped my hair. Her fingers ventured southward, causing me to gasp as she brushed against the tip of my arousal, trying to wrap her fingers around it.

Gradually, she moved her hand down to my base, her mouth opening wider the further she went. When her hand finally reached the end of my length, she gasped. "You're huge!"

"And it's all going to be inside you." I murmured in her ear. understandable why Batman had been so successful with women.

She quivered in anticipation, a hint of fear mingling with her desire. It was a novelty to see fear in her eyes; she rarely showed fear. Strangely, it aroused me further.

I pulled the blanket over our heads and began a trail of kisses down her body, lingering at her nipples, teasing and licking each one in turn.

I then kissed her stomach, and then slowly I reached her legs. I wrapped my fingers around the straps of her panties, a black set that matched her bra and slowly pulled them down.

She whimpered when I slid them off her legs and threw them to the side, her legs were pressed close, she was nervous. She is showing a lot of new emotions today and I'm loving each side of her.

I took her legs and kissed her toes. She flinched in surprise as slowly I kissed her ankles, her shin, slowly making my way down her muscular legs.

Her breasts were one thing but her true beauty lied in her thighs and her perfect ass.

Her legs loosened, I put my arm on the other and slowly pushed them apart revealing her perfect pink lips.

"Talia." I whispered though I knew she could hear me. I lowered down to her core, her scent so strong it was intoxicating. I tucked my tongue out and gave a slow long lick along her lips. "You are mine."

"Beloved." She gasped, her hands grabbing my hair. "Please."

"Yes." I pushed her hands away. "Mine, I'll have you in every way I know how." I covered my lips over her clitoris and sucked on it, nibbling it lightly.

"Bruce." She yelled as her hands pushed me deeper between her legs. I licked her entrance before thrusting my tongue into her tunnel. I eat like a man who lived in a desert, lapping up every drop she produced.

Talia's body squirmed, but I held her leg down, my fingers squeezing onto her fat thighs as I pushed her further and further. Her legs wrapped around my head. "Don't stop Beloved! Ke-keep going!"

I obliged, lapping at her core harder than before, my tongue roughly licking her clit over and over.

I brought up my fingers and pushed one inside, Talia yelled in surprise, I didn't stop as I fucked her cunt with one finger, curling it inside her, rubbing her from the inside and suddenly she screamed.

"Beloved!"

She yelled as her body froze, her lips began to gush as I smiled. I lifted my head up, the blanket thrown off to one side from her constant squirming.

I looked down at her, her arms covering her flushed face. Her breasts heaving from the orgasim, I felt proud, powerful, as I looked down at the woman I won over.

There was a primal part of me that demanded I make her mine, and I wasn't going to deny it any longer.

"Talia al Ghul, you are mine." My voice came out like an order. "Do you understand?"

She lowered her arms and looked at me dead in the eyes. "Y-Yes."

I slapped my palms against her fat thighs and grinned. "Good."

I bent down and kissed her on the lips. She gasped at the taste of her juices on my tongue but slowly lapped it up swallowing my saliva mixed with her own juices.

"Are you ready?" I asked her.

"Yes." She replied.

I grabbed the hem of my boxers and stripped them off, throwing them across the room. My dick swung up hard as a rock. Talia's eyes met it and her mouth parted in awe.

I kissed her on the lips, slowly moving my hips backwards before lowering them to press between her legs.

"Beloved." She called out.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I love you." She said in a voice that was barely a whisper.

"I love you too." I whispered back, without hesitation.

I slowly began pushing my rock hard cock into her gushing cunt. She winced as I felt something being pushed around my cock like a vice.

"Are you okay?" I stopped and asked.

"Yes, just...slowly." She gasped.

I silenced her whimpers with a kiss, running my fingers down her hair.

Her fingers dug into my back, her legs slowly wrapped around me, she pulled back and whispered. "Go."

I sucked on her neck giving it a hickey making her focus on the pleasure instead of the pain as I slowly moved my dick further into her lower lips.

I felt her fingers dig into my back drawing blood, I didn't mind though as I moved into her until I felt my head hit her cervix.

Talia gasped. "Oh God!"

I wasn't even all the way inside her, I still had an inch or so of my ten inch member left. I slowly pulled out of her before sliding back in.

I slowly began to increase my pace as her pants grew louder. They were loud and meaningless as my hands grabbed her tits, squeezing them as I bit her lips. She pulled up and captured my lips, moaning into my mouth as I began to fuck her at a comfortable pace.

I then suddenly jerked my hips forward, smashing my cock head into her cervix. Talia moaned in pleasure as she broke the kiss, shoving my head into her breast.

I took this as an invitation and began to kiss her tits, licking her nipples before playfully biting them. I kept fucking her cunt, I could feel it contracting around my cock as she grew tighter and tighter.

"Are you going to cum for me?" I asked her licking her nipples.

"Y-Yes!" She moaned.

"Cum, cum for me!" I yelled as I grew impatient, slamming my cock into her tunnel. She gasped again and again, and then finally she let loose.

"Oh Beloved!" She yelled like a banshee, her nails scratching up my back, her legs wrapped round my hips as she shuddered.

I felt my release coming quickly as I kept smashing into her cunt, desperate for release when it finally came, causing Talia to whimper as my cum filled her up.

Slowly she let go, her arms falling to the side limply, her legs folded apart besides me as I slowly removed my dick from inside her, a trail of sperm leaking out of her cunt.

I slept down beside her, my hands wrapped around her head as I pressed her head into my chest. I could hear her breathing slowing down, I smiled as I rubbed my hand down her naked smooth back.

"That was beautiful." She whispered.

"You are beautiful." I replied.

She suddenly jumped on me straddling me as she kissed me with vigor and passion.

I broke the kiss and chuckled. "Careful with what you wish for Talia."

She stopped as I jerked my hips upwards, hitting the tip of my once more hard member against her butt. She looked down at me. "I wish for you to make me yours, Beloved."

I grinned, I grabbed her ass and kneeled it like dough. "And your wish shall be fulfilled my Queen."

I pulled her hips up and then shoved them down, my dick sliding into her entrance again. Talia lowered her head and whimpered, her cunt twitched around my dick, she was still sore from the first time.

I expected her to stop me, but instead she smiled at me.

"Let's see who lasts longer, my king." She growled as she lowered her cunt down my shaft, going deep down its length.

"You are on!"

I growled at the challenge, grabbed her hips to direct her hips to bounce along my length. I slammed my dick up into her. She gasped as slowly I slid in and out of her again and again.

"I love you, Beloved!" She yelled out once more.

"I love you, Talia." I growled back as I fucked her into the night.

All that came out of the room that night was my name screamed out from the top of her lungs and the heavy scent of sex.

---End of Year Zero--