Part Two of a Three Part Arc Posted On August 6th, 2019.
Chapter Forty-One:
Finally, Oliver collapsed onto the bed, sighing. Women, in various states of being worn down, laid around the room on him. He took a few seconds to register everything that happened around him.
And clarity hit Oliver in an instant. He put all of the pieces together, of what needed to be done going forward. Oliver was almost ready, almost ready to embrace his destiny.
Almost ready to take the first steps which needed to be taken to save Starling City. His eyes snapped up with some fingers brushing up against his abs. Laurel crawled up his waist, stopping only to rest her head upon his right shoulder. Sara did the same thing, dropping her head on his left shoulder. The two women who started this basked in the afterglow along with Oliver.
Oliver stroked the hair of both of the Lance sisters, the painful lust having faded. He had been satisfied, and had gotten through the worst of the rage, at least that's what Oliver felt. He did feel different in other ways.
"You know something?" Sara murmured.
Oliver shifted himself just enough to plant a slight kiss on Sara's head. He pulled back. "What?"
"It's a damn good thing we've recruited so many women," Sara breathed out.
Oliver just smiled, in these circumstances, he would have to agree. It was a very good thing. He pulled up and moved around the entire group of women on the floor. They had been pleased. Oliver looked out of the window towards the sun rising up.
Just how many sun rises had passed anyway? Laurel walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him.
"So, how are you feeling?" Laurel asked.
Oliver thought of how to best answer that question, and he thought one of the more honest answers was necessary. "Different...I don't know what my next move is...but I do have...an idea."
Laurel turned Oliver around, pressing her hand on the underside of his chin, and leaning in, for a very light, and passionate kiss. Their lips, molding together, caused magic to occur. Oliver pinned his fingers down onto the back of Laurel's neck to deepen the kiss.
"I'm glad you do," Laurel said. "Are you going to free Lady Shiva?"
Oliver just smiled. Shiva fallen asleep, still fastened to the bed. Slowly, Oliver walked over and unfastened her from the bed, doing it so quickly as not to disturb her sleep.
Shiva slumped back down onto the bed, sighing in response. She did not make a move for Oliver, at least not yet. Although, Oliver braced himself for the training session which was to come.
Just because the Mirikuru strengthened him, it did not mean that Oliver was completely invincible. He would wait for that battle with Lady Shiva.
And just because the Mirikuru strengthened him, it did not mean that Oliver was ready to fight Ra's al Ghul, at least not just yet. But, he was closer. Oliver moved around in circle, rapid firing arrows into targets. He picked up a sword, and with cold-calculating fury jumped up into the air and sliced the head off of a practice dummy. The stuffing from the dummy dropped to the ground, from Oliver landing on his feet, breathing extremely heavy. Breathing in, breathing out, before Oliver folded his hands over the edge of the blade.
"You know what you need to do?"
Those words coming from Talia brought Oliver. He spun around, and Talia just blocked the incoming swing from the sword barely. Oliver had been on edge, and Talia thought that it might be a good idea to try and take some of that edge off.
"You should know a few more things about my father," Talia said. "Once challenged, he will not back off until the breath had been driven out of his body. And he has many loyalists...who will give their last pint of blood for him, if it meant his survival."
"And then there's the Lazarus Pit."
Nyssa joined the duo in the room. Oliver picked up another sword and swung them in swipes, with several deadly movements. He dropped the swords and picked up the arrow before hitting one of the finest, most precise targets in the training room.
"Your father uses it to reincarnate himself and practically cheat death," Oliver said.
"That's correct," Nyssa said. "And his loyal followers, one of them will take his body and use the pit if given the chance."
Oliver understood instantly. He would not only have to defeat Ra's al Ghul, kill him, but destroy his body. And also keep an eye out for any loyal followers, who might be a problem and might be a block.
No, not when Oliver got so close.
"You have to not be hesitant," Talia said. "You have to be all in. Do not show mercy, because he certainly would not."
Talia wished she had the courage to face her father, but the thought of coming up short and justifying her father's lack of faith paralyzed the woman with fear. She dodged Oliver's incoming blade, just barely.
"And don't go all in, unless you're completely ready," Nyssa said.
"I know, it will be to the death."
Oliver caused one of the heads of the practice dummies to explode with a well practiced arrow. He visualized the death of the man. Despite the fact that Ra's al Ghul had been a rapidly decaying man, only held together by the Pits, he still had countless years of experience over Oliver. And those years of experience, they would be the difference.
It would take one shot, and Oliver thought that Ra's might underestimate what he was. He would take Shiva's lessons to heart, and one minor slip up, Oliver would turn into a brutal defeat for the Demon's head. He would destroy Ra's al Ghul, putting him down for the count.
Diana looked longingly outside of the door. She only caught sight of Oliver from behind her.
"Is there something wrong?"
Oliver walked up to Diana. She moved closer to Oliver and took his hand.
"I wouldn't say it is wrong, but I have been doing some thinking," Diana said. "And I've been too unreasonable with myself. It's time to face my demons and it's time to return home."
"So, you want to go back?" Oliver asked.
"You don't…."
Oliver placed a finger to Diana's lips, only to silence her calmly. The finger slipped off of Diana's lips and the young man smiled. "It's long overdue."
Diana smiled, almost grimacing at the thought. "I know, tell me about it, years, but now, I can see them...what will they say? I don't know. But, I think that I need the strength to face my mother."
"Best not to keep putting it off, so you don't lose your nerve," Oliver said. "Which is why I'm going to fight Ra's al Ghul sooner rather than later...after Shiva assesses my training."
Oliver came close to beating Shiva last time. And this time, Oliver was not going to only beat Lady Shiva, but he was going to humble the woman. Diana put her hand on Oliver's shoulder and steered him.
"I'll support you, until you have Nanda Parbat taken," Diana said.
"And I'll support you when you come and visit your sisters," Oliver replied. "Which...I'm guessing is unprecedented for a man to step foot on that island."
Diana just could help smiling. "Unprecedented is a light way of putting. The more simple way is that it simply isn't allowed."
Oliver responded with laughter. Well, it was not going to be the first time he crashed a place which he had not been allowed. Plus, if the women were as beautiful as Diana was, then it might be the right time.
"The feared Lady Shiva awaits," Oliver said. "And I have a feeling she'll be more dangerous than ever, after I left her tied to a bed for several hours."
Mirth flooded through Diana's eyes. She tightened the grip around Oliver's hands and leaned forward for a kiss. She reluctantly parted ways, after several minutes and backed off from him.
"May the Gods shine brightly upon you," Diana murmured.
"Yes, may they indeed," Oliver answered.
He would need all of the shining bright possible to get the upper hand over the feared and daunting Lady Shiva. But, this time, Oliver thought it would be different. He had the upper hand.
Sweat rolled down the bodies of both Lady Shiva and Oliver. The two circled each other. Shiva's deadly blow had been answered by Oliver. He grabbed the woman around the arm and almost whipped her back to the ground.
Oliver went behind Lady Shiva, and she caught his arm. Which was what Oliver wanted, his reflexes making him turn around the blow and dropping Shiva to the ground. Shiva tried to go for a surprise knife up her sleeve. Oliver blocked the attack and ripped Shiva's top open with the knife in the process. The woman did not miss a beat, despite her breasts being exposed in the battle.
"Good you still keep your eyes on the battle."
Oliver slipped behind Shiva, and ground his crotch into her ass. It took several seconds for Shiva to react, and the minute she turned around, Oliver flipped Shiva to the ground.
"A wise woman told me that sex could be a deadly weapon."
Shiva, breathing heavily, and having her eyes locked onto the weapon in Oliver's pants, shook off the thought of just ripping his pants off right here and taking him. Now was not the time.
Oliver blocked two knives with a stoic resolve which almost sent chills down Lady Shiva's spine. He blocked her attacks and caused Shiva to drop down to the ground. She tried to go for a spinning back hand punch, a move which knocked Oliver out several times.
The first one had been blocked. And Oliver caught the second one, bending Lady Shiva back by the arms and forcing her all the way down to the ground. She landed with a solid crash down to the ground. The wind, having been knocked out of her. Oliver pushed back on Shiva, and caused her to struggle, and struggle, and struggle.
Oliver ripped the rest of Shiva's clothes from herself, taking all of the concealed weapons. Her beautiful, mature body had been exposed. Shiva, had been just as deadly naked as she did with clothes on, and she bounced up hard. She swung a punch at Oliver who dodged it. Oliver kept his eyes on Shiva's body movements and not her body, shutting out all of the distractions.
While at the same time, focused on precisely how much he wanted to take her down and plow her into the ground. Oliver blocked the attack, and caught Shiva with three fingers pressed into the side of her neck, along with one pressed on her lower back. This combination caused Shiva to drop to her knees, face buried into Oliver's crotch. Oliver grabbed her by the head and whipped her back, sending Lady Shiva on the ground.
Oliver pinned Shiva down onto the ground. The woman's sharp intakes of breath, showed that she had run out of moves. While the effects of Oliver's attack to her nervous system had worn off, Oliver had her trapped.
"The ultimate high is when the student has finally defeated the master," Shiva breathed.
"Oh, this student is not done with the master," Oliver said.
"Claim your victory," Shiva said.
She spread her legs as best as possible, the pants covering Oliver's crotch, stretching and forming a solid tent. Oh, Shiva wanted this so badly. Months and months of teasing Oliver, and then being denied herself.
"Have you proven yourself enough?"
That one statement sent shivers down Lady Shiva's spine. Oliver gazed down into her eyes, the fury and the passion that Shiva cultivated coming to the surface. Oh, she wanted this young stud in her body and right now.
The Shameless Smut Commences In the Next Chapter.