Edit: Fixed a few mistakes
Warning: Contains Sexual Content
Nyssa had just returned to her penthouse, safehouse in Starling after Oliver had come before the League and Ra's al Ghul in person confessing that he killed Sara. He claimed Sara begged Oliver to kill her, to escape the League.
To Nyssa, the claim wasn't far fetched as she remembered Sara begging for Nyssa to release Sara down at the docks last year. But Oliver's claim didn't sit right with Nyssa, she knew Oliver wasn't telling the truth. But why? Who was he protecting?
Nyssa turned on the oven and opened the fridge taking out a pre-made dinner, sliding the dish into the oven to cook. Nyssa picked up her phone dialing a number, the phone was answered almost instantly. "Oliver. Come to my penthouse, I need to talk to you." Not waiting for his reply Nyssa cut the call, dropping the phone onto the counter.
Entering her bedroom Nyssa stripped naked grabbing a pair of black high waist yoga leggings pulling them up her legs along with black sports bra with two-tone red patterned across her boobs.
Nyssa exited the room going back to the kitchen not bothered of what Oliver's reaction to her clothing would be. The penthouse was hers so she'd wear what she likes, what is comfortable. She leaned her butt against the island counter relaxing as she went on her phone, reading through Starling City's news.
She smiled at an article about the arrow saving a group of pretty young women from being raped and sold into slavery. As she read further down the article, Nyssa frowned in disappointment. The vile men...and women she noticed continued to breathe, that hadn't received true justice. They should be dead for such a crime.
A few minutes later Nyssa opened the oven door pulling out the meal and placed the tray on the kitchen counter. Her eyes shot up when she heard footsteps on the roof, shortly followed by— surprisingly the door opening. "Hello, Oliver. Would you join me for dinner?" Already serving the food onto two plates.
"Take your jacket and shoes off at the door." She was glad to see Oliver hadn't come here in his vigilante gear but instead black Adidas running shoes, subtle green camo fitted joggers and a black coat.
Oliver walked to the island counter after following her order. "What did you want to talk about Nyssa?" He'd made sure no one could find him before he came to Nyssa's safehouse.
Nyssa pushed a plate across the counter as she sat down on a barstool, Oliver sat on the bar stool opposite her. "First I want to know, did you kill Sara?" Nyssa said looking at Oliver with the promise of pain if he lied.
Oliver took a bite to eat thinking carefully after seeing Nyssa's expression, "I didn't kill Sara."
"Indeed," Nyssa said knowingly. "So why did you claim to have killed Sara?"
Oliver took another bite to eat stalling. "I had no choice...I believe you are aware of the drug Vitura."
"Obviously," Nyssa stated.
"The killer was drugged with vitura to carry out a plan for Sara's death."
"This killer must be close to you, to gain your protection." Nyssa retorted.
"Yes, she is important. I know who had her under control." Oliver replied
"She?" Nyssa muttered. "Why this woman?" Oliver looked hesitant.
Oliver looked at his food, "it was Thea. she killed Sara under Malcolm's control." Anger flashed across Nyssa's face before she smiled softly with understanding.
"You didn't want Thea to be killed by my father. But when did you find out about this? For that matter, how did Thea even get into contact with Merlyn?"
Oliver looked Nyssa in the eyes, "I found out about Thea's involvement shortly before the meeting." Oliver became depressed, "for six months I thought Thea was traveling, that's what she kept messaging me, places she'd been. She lied," Oliver said forming a fist at the end.
"She was with Merlyn the whole time," Nyssa finished for him. For a few moments, Nyssa studied his face. She reached across the counter holding his wrist, "none of this is your fault, Oliver. Thea lied about who she was with. Most of the blame is on Merlyn but some is on Thea as well. If she had told the truth, told you where she was and who she was with, then potentially none of this would be happening."
Oliver gave Nyssa a weak smile, "you don't look as affected as I thought you would."
Nyssa released his wrist with a small smile, "I was and still am now...but not as much as I would have before Sara ran away. Nyssa collected their plates walking over to the sink, leaving them there. She smiled as she felt Oliver's eyes on her back, lowering down to her derrière and then down her legs and back up again.
Nyssa suppressed her smile, turning on her feet to Oliver. "Do you like what you see?" Nyssa teased. She pushed her body against the island counter leaning forwards on her elbow, giving Oliver a good look at her cleavage. "Oliver. We have become close in recent months. I want you to know, I've started to develop feelings for you." Nyssa admitted.
Nyssa took great joy in watching Oliver's mouth fly open in surprise, speechless. "I know what you're thinking, what about Sara? My relationship with Sara wasn't the same after she ran away from the League. When she returned, I decided against renewing our relationship."
Oliver nodded his head, "I guess that makes sense. You didn't want the chance of being hurt again."
Nyssa nodded her head in agreement before smirking sexually, "I don't want to waste potentially my last chance. I don't want to have any regrets." Nyssa climbed onto the island counter crawling over to Oliver, swinging her legs over the edge and spreading her legs wide.
Nyssa smiled down taking his hands resting them on her knees, sliding them up to her thighs to her hips and back down, repeating the process. Nyssa's foot moved to his crotch gently stroking his cock through his joggers. "I know you want me, Oliver, I feel it," rubbing her foot faster, feeling him getting hard.
Nyssa squealed as Oliver launched himself onto his feet between her legs, grabbing her hips and pulling Nyssa closer to the edge. Nyssa cupped his cheeks in her hands leaning forwards, kissing him passionately. Oliver's hand traveled between her thighs, rubbing his fingers back and forth. "No foreplay," Nyssa groaned, nearly ripping his top off, throwing the top away without looking.
Creating an 'X' with her arms Nyssa's slipped underneath the hem of her sports bra, pulling up over her head. Grabbing Oliver's jaw, she tugged his face to her tits giving him a pointed look, "suck them." Oliver sucked one and then the other using his lips, tongue and teeth pulling gently. Nyssa moaned threading her fingers through on the back of his head, the other holding the edge of the Island counter tightly.
Oliver's fingers slipped underneath Nyssa's waistband pulling her leggings down to her knees, rubbing her pussy with his finger. Pulling the leggings down the rest of the way, discarding them across the room. "Nyssa," Oliver breathed as Nyssa's hot breath tingled his neck.
Using her feet Nyssa pushed his joggers and boxer briefs down his legs and Oliver kicked them away. With both hands Nyssa gripped the island counter edge tightly, pushing forwards and lowering herself down onto his cock. Oliver meets her halfway holding her thighs for support as he thrusts up, Nyssa taking his whole length.
With great upper body strength Nyssa slowly bounced up and down gradually increasing the tempo. Oliver squeezed her thighs harder pounding Nyssa faster, her head flew back with a silent scream. "Just like that," Nyssa encouraged.
After some time Nyssa could feel her arms weakening, "to the sofa," Nyssa ordered. Oliver lifted Nyssa up arms sliding underneath Nyssa for support as she wrapped her arms around his neck, continuing to fuck him.
Arriving at the Sofa Nyssa has Oliver lower her onto the sofa, on her knees. Nyssa leaned over the back of the Sofa spanking her ass, "fuck me! Fuck my ass as I twerk on you." Oliver lined up his cock entering her asshole, stretching her out and his eyes wide from her tightness.
Nyssa gave a loud cry of pain from his intrusion before whimpering and moaning as she was stretched out. "Perfect. Keep pounding me," Nyssa said authoritatively, twerking her butt up and down his length. Loud slapping echoed through the penthouse as they pounded hard and fast with the occasional spanking.
Nyssa could feel Oliver throbbing inside and with one last twerk down his length, Oliver filled her to the brim. Nyssa reaches behind running her hand up and down his abs. She allowed him a short rest. "Take me to bed, now."
Oliver wrapped his arms around Nyssa's waist lifting her off the sofa. Nyssa ground her butt against him with a giggle, leaning her head back to look into his eyes, "I'm not done with you yet, Mister Arrow." Entering the bedroom Oliver dropped Nyssa onto the bed, Nyssa pulled him with her rolling him onto his back.
Nyssa moved between his legs wrapping her hand around his shaft, stroking him up and down occasionally twisting her wrist.
"Oh god, Nyssa." Oliver groaned. Nyssa smirked trailing her tongue along his slit and around his cockhead. Parting her lips Nyssa sucked his cockhead into her mouth going down halfway before pulling back, then going down taking his full length and down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down running her tongue along his shaft, moaning around his cock. "Aah! So good, so warm." Oliver compliment.
Nyssa pushed her body further up the bed positioning him at the valley of her breasts. Using her hands Nyssa squashed her boobs against his rod, sucking his cock. Soon after Nyssa could feel him getting close and pulled back, his cock falling out her mouth with a wet pop.
Nyssa got onto all fours before arching her back as she fisted the bedsheets by her thighs, watching Oliver's face and body language. She spread her legs wider grinding her pussy back and forth on the bedsheets with a grin. Oliver's eyes were full of lust and need as he watched Nyssa becoming moist leaving wet patches on the bedsheets.
Nyssa crawled up the bed spreading her legs, kneeling above him. A hand held his cock in place as she slammed down to his base with a gasp. Oliver rubbed his hands up and down her thighs to her hips rubbing circles with his thumbs. Nyssa stabled herself with hands on his abdomen, bouncing and gyrating on his cock.
Oliver spanked her derrière groping and kneading soft cheeks. Nyssa twerked faster and faster on his cock while grinding her buttcheeks against his hand. Slamming herself down as hard as possible and with a loud groan, Oliver exploded painting her walls white. Nyssa kept him sheathed inside filling her up, she was dripping wet her juices gushing out and squirting on Oliver's abs as she moaned like a slut.
Nyssa collapsed forwards her hands finding his chest keeping her from hitting his chest. Nyssa heaved breathing heavily as sweat dripped off her forehead onto Oliver's muscular chest. Nyssa leaned down to Oliver kissing him slow and tenderly, "amazing" Nyssa said caressing a cheek with her hand.
Oliver wrapped his arms around Nyssa as she slapped his chest, stroking her fingers up and down. "I've made you exhausted, weak," Nyssa said both smiling and smirking. "Rest Oliver, regain your strength," Nyssa whispered falling to sleep, he'll need it.
On the mountain, Nyssa and Sarab were standing off to the side with her father at the edge. Sarab walked to the other side as Oliver appeared, pulling himself over the edge.
"Remove your shirt, it is custom," Sarab said more than ordered. His face was impossibly blank but his eyes told a different story. They looked defeated, full of concern. He didn't want to watch his friend die, he didn't want him to die.
"Choose your weapon," Sarab said, gesturing to the weapon rack. Oliver walked over choosing two straight Kris swords.
"When I was eleven I took my first kill, a man who intended harm on my family. I was ashamed but proud, taking up arms against someone with ill intent. I had done what was necessary, replacing evil with death." Ra's al Ghul said before turning around. "That is what the League exists to do. Justice." Ra's al Ghul approached Oliver, meeting in the middle, hands behind his back.
Oliver looked Ra's in the eyes, "you've said your last words."
"And you lived your last breath," Ra's retorted.
"You are unarmed," Oliver pointed out.
"I'll take them from you as soon as you are through with them," Ra's said casually unfazed.
Oliver strikes at Ra's' neck but Ra's tilted away and ducked under a follow-up strike from the other sword. Standing up tall behind Oliver, he leaned back dodging a slice to his chest. Ra's al Ghul was getting bored weaving in and out of Oliver's strikes with ease, no effort.
The centuries-old man smashed his knee up into Oliver's left forearm breaking his arm and taking the sword for himself. Oliver's face showed pain as he cried out but nonetheless continued fighting, matching Ra's' blade with his own.
Nyssa stood off to the side with Sarab watching the fight between the man she slept with last night and her father, the Demon's head. She subtly shuffled on her feet sore from last night. Nyssa noticed Sarab's eyes glance at her but ignored him.
Ra's blocked another strike from Oliver, smashing his boot down on his knee, breaking the bone. Ra's stepped to the side, his blade resting against Oliver's neck forcing the man to the edge. "It's over. Be proud you've survived longer than most. But death comes for everyone."
Nyssa stepped forwards as Oliver disarmed her father, dropping him to his knees. He swung his sword down but the sword froze midair, the blade being held in Ra's al Ghul's bloodied hand. Ra's crushed Oliver's throat and Oliver dropped to the floor hands around his own neck.
Ra's lifted Oliver's chin up, "you fought well boy," driving his sword through Oliver's chest before saying the ceremonious prayer. Kicking Oliver over the edge, Ra's watched him fall before throwing the blade into the ground walking away. He received his rings and clothes from Nyssa, fixing himself Ra's walked away without a glance at the pair.
A month later Nyssa found out she was pregnant and Oliver hadn't resurfaced, leaving only one conclusion: he's dead. Her baby left without his or her father. Nyssa would give her child the Queen name, a sign of the child's parentage.