Wayne's Dinner Delight

Bruce Wayne has married Thalia alghul. He fucks her every day, even during dinner. Even if Jason, Dick and Tim are eating. They don't care, after all that what's she's for

**Title: The Wayne-Al Ghul Marriage** The dining room at Wayne Manor was all polished silver and candlelight, but Thalia al Ghul didn’t give a damn about etiquette tonight. She sat in Bruce’s lap, her silk dress shoved up around her hips, his cock buried deep inside her. Jason speared a piece of steak, chewing lazily. “Pass the potatoes,” he muttered, unfazed. Dick smirked, pouring himself more wine. “You’re blocking the salt.” Bruce ignored them, gripping Thalia’s waist as she rocked against him, her breath hitching. The tablecloth hid nothing—the wet slap of skin, the way her thighs trembled. Tim sighed, pushing his plate aside. “You two ever gonna eat?” Thalia laughed, grinding down harder. “I *am* eating.” Bruce’s hands slid under her dress, fingers digging into her ass as he thrust up, making her gasp. The plates rattled. Jason rolled his eyes. “Christ, at least let her swallow first.” But Bruce didn’t stop. He never did. Thalia was his wife—his to fuck, anytime, anywhere. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

**The Wayne-Al Ghul Marriage** Jason wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his smirk widening as he watched Bruce pound into Thalia. The scent of her slick mixed with the rich aroma of dinner—heady, intoxicating. Dick leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine. "We should invite Selina’s girls over," he mused, fingers drumming against the table. "Bet they’d love the *hospitality*." Tim chuckled, stretching lazily. "Or Harley. She’s always up for a party." Bruce growled, gripping Thalia tighter as she arched against him, her moans sharp and breathless. The boys didn’t flinch—they just watched, hungry, calculating. Jason licked his lips. "Think we could get three or four omegas in here at once?" Thalia laughed, nails digging into Bruce’s shoulders. "Greedy little alphas," she purred. Dick’s grin turned wicked. "Why stop at four?" The table rocked as Bruce slammed Thalia down harder, her cry muffled against his neck. The boys exchanged glances—plans forming, appetites whetted. Tonight was just the beginning.

Bruce’s grip tightened around Thalia’s hips as he drove into her one last time, his release hot and deep inside her. She shuddered, her thighs trembling around him—but he didn’t let her collapse. "Show them," he growled, pulling out slowly. Her slick glistened on his cock as he leaned back, spreading her thighs wider. The boys’ eyes locked onto her, watching the way her cunt pulsed, still stretched and dripping. Jason exhaled sharply. "Fuck." Bruce smirked, dragging Thalia forward onto the table. Plates clattered as he pushed her onto her back, legs splayed. "Take her," he ordered, reaching for his fork. Dick was already moving, unbuckling his belt. Tim shoved his chair back, hands rough as he yanked Thalia’s dress higher. She gasped as Jason’s fingers dug into her hips, lining himself up. "Hold still, *mom*," he taunted, thrusting in hard. Bruce cut into his steak, chewing slowly as Thalia arched, her cries mingling with the wet slap of skin. The boys took turns, filling her one after another—Dick’s cock stretching her mouth, Tim’s hands pinning her wrists. Bruce watched, savoring his meal, while his wife choked on moans. Dinner was served.

Thalia gasped as Dick’s fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her head back. His cock slid from her lips, glistening with spit, before he spat directly into her open mouth. She swallowed reflexively, throat working around the thick taste of him—salt and heat. Jason didn’t slow his pace, fucking into her with rough, uneven thrusts. His hand cracked against her ass, the sharp sting blooming red across her skin. She arched into it, a broken moan tearing free. Tim’s grip on her wrists tightened as he leaned down, lips brushing her ear. "Gonna piss all over you," he murmured, voice dark with promise. "Right after I come in that tight cunt." Bruce watched, knife scraping against his plate as he took another bite. Thalia’s body jerked under the assault—spit dripping down her chin, Jason’s cum leaking from her used hole, Tim’s fingers digging bruises into her thighs. The table rocked with every thrust. Plates rattled. Glasses tipped. And Bruce just kept eating.

Bruce set his knife down with deliberate calm, the scrape of metal against porcelain cutting through the wet sounds of Thalia’s abuse. His gaze flicked over her—spit-slick lips, trembling thighs, the mess of cum and sweat glistening between them—before he reached out and palmed her left breast, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. "Enough," he said, thumb rolling her nipple to a stiff peak. His voice didn’t rise, but the command in it was absolute. "Boys. Find someone else to ruin." Jason groaned, hips stuttering as he pulled out of her with a filthy, wet sound. Thalia whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her cunt clenching around nothing. Tim released her wrists, leaving behind angry red marks, and stepped back, cock still dripping onto the floor. Dick was the last to move, dragging his thumb through the spit on Thalia’s chin before shoving it back between her lips. "Next time," he promised, low and rough, before finally stepping away. Bruce didn’t watch them go. His attention stayed fixed on Thalia, fingers pinching her nipple just shy of pain as he leaned in. "You’re mine now," he murmured, breath hot against her ear. His other hand slid down her stomach, through the sticky mess between her thighs, and pressed two fingers inside without warning. Thalia cried out, back arching as he curled his fingers, stretching her abused cunt. Bruce smirked, twisting his wrist to drag a broken moan from her throat. "Let’s see how much more you can take."