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Alfred bowed, bidding his master and his guest goodnight, reminding them to leave their dishes in the kitchen for him to clean tomorrow morning.
Bruce nodded, Diana smiled, and Alfred left, hoping this was the night his master would finally reveal the diamond ring that once belonged to Martha Wayne.
Once the pair were alone, Diana took a bite of the meal Alfred had prepared, a dish of succulent beef and mushrooms. As the taste came to her lips, Diana gave a pleased moan. The moan lit something within Bruce, both now filled with the being's particular essence.
"Hera...Bruce, this is...divine!" A larger bite followed, some gravy from the meal splotching on her dark blue sequined dress but she paid it no mind, chewing rapidly.
The dish was consumed by the time Bruce had blinked twice.
He had taken his own bite in-between Diana's first and had found it as great as Alfred's cooking usually was but he wasn't desiring more. No, what was making his pulse race and eyes dilate was the look on Diana's face. The pure joy there and the glee in eating.
"You can have mine," he finds himself saying, pushing his plate towards Diana.
"Thank you Bruce," Diana replied, before devouring what was on his plate in a few more blinks. "Would you mind pushing the roast closer?"
Bruce nodded, fingers trembling a bit as he did so, taking in the sight of her eating the rest of the roast with abandon. More stains coated her dress and she gave a mighty belch, hands going towards her by now taut middle.
There was no shame in her expression, just that same joy and Bruce finds himself kneeling, opening the felt box.
He manages to not let the arousal flooding him at the sight of her stuffed figure and his urge to give her more food, to see her figure grow, to have more of that joy beaming at him. But that could come later, as he manages to ask for her hand.
His own suit is covered in her food stains as she brings him close for a tight hug, another blurp of gas escaping her lips as she does so, but she just laughs and lifts him off the ground, the ring now on her finger.
"Bed and then dessert, Mr. Wayne. Unless, that is, you have more pressing engagements?"
Bruce shook his head, finding himself in Diana's arms as she flew towards his bedroom, the image of her after consuming a larger dessert than was her usual routine filling him with more joy than he could recall feeling, even just edging out his happiness at her answer.
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