I'm back and with another chapter. This one is the best warrior assassin in Nanda Parbat: Nyssa-Al-Ghul. I always loved her in Arrow and people really wanted her so here's a small gift for the people that requested her.

Disclaimer: This is the dark Barry I made from the first chapter. I decided to bring him back because...well I can. And get ready to see more alternatives of Barry in this.

Enjoy!

Seduction Queen (Nyssa Al-Ghul/ Katrina Law)

Nanda Parbat

Al Bariq's chambers

In the living quaters of Barry Allen, Barry is inside doing some training with a sword, whilst Nyssa al Ghul in her seasoned warrior attire, paced around him, her keen eyes tracking every motion with a mixture of curiosity and caution. She observed each step he took, analyzing his stance and technique. Only from being in the league for nearly a month, his form was undoubtedly brilliant.

Barry swung his sword, slicing the training dummies from shoulder to sternum and explodes out gusts of sand. The dummy's upper half slides down and drops hauntingly onto the ground. His sword was the same as all the League of Assassins's: Tainted black steel and razor sharp blade, but this one in particular, on the hilt, had a red gem with the League of Assassins marking engraved.

Quirking her mouth, she speaks up,"I have to say; I am very impressed, Al-Bariq. Your training with the league has been undeniably remarkable."

"Got lucky." He deadpanned.

"Luck has nothing to do with your courage," Nyssa announced. "It's the matter of who holds the sword, not the blade. Otherwise, might as well be sent barreling into the Lazarus pit. I would assumed running around in a lousy red spandex suit, you'd already realize that. But I guess it's not the first time I've been proven wrong."

Barry twirls the sword around his hand like an experienced swordsman. "Did you come here to banter?" He said, slicing off the dummy's head. "Cause if so, color me not interested."

The dummy's head kept on rolling onto the floor before Nyssa stops it with her foot. She bent down and picks it up, and tosses it from one hand to the other. "Like the fastest man alive needs a banter to maneuver a sword, my father's sword no doubt. Catch!"

She threw it in the air. Barry knew immediately what he wanted. With a swift move, like a sixth sense-as the head got closer to his chest-Barry gritted his teeth and swung his sword, cutting off the jaws of the dummy's head, the upper portion of its head flying off somewhere behind him. Nyssa's brows raised, impressed on Barry's quick reflexes.

"You'd be surprised." Barry breathed. He walks to another dummy stand, holding out his sword to point directly to the stomach. "Can not tell you how many times I've had a lot of weak-ass pep talks to just save some old lady crossing the street."

His veins nearly popped as he jammed his fist and the sword stabs right on through, bundles of straws and fiber burst from the collision of the blade.

"So you've said," Nyssa grinned.

Barry's grip on the sword loosened, and he slowly lowered the blade to his side. He turned to face Nyssa, a heavy sigh escaped his lips, his eyes searched hers, delving deep, as if trying to unravel the enigma before him. The room fell quiet, the only sound the faint echo of their breaths in the still air.

"Why are you here, Nyssa? Come to steal back your daddy's blade?" Barry finally asked, his voice soft but filled with genuine curiosity.

"Oh please! If my father knew, he wouldn't have lost to my ex. I simply come to see how my pupil is doing."

Barry's lips curled into a sardonic smile."Ahh, so that's what I am to you?" he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why does every one my mentors have to have some sort of evil background."

Nyssa's lips curled into a wry smile, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "You say that like it's a bad thing," she replied, her tone tinged with a touch of playfulness. "But really, you should feel honored."

Her words carried an air of casual confidence, and she took a step closer to Barry, her body language relaxed yet purposeful. She seemed at ease in his presence, as if his room was just another stop in her routine.

She glanced around the room, her eyes sweeping across the surroundings as if to emphasize her point.

Her voice held a hint of teasing as she continued, "I rarely come into any of the army's chambers." The emphasis on "rarely" seemed deliberate, as if she was subtly acknowledging that her presence in his room held a significance beyond the ordinary.

He twisted his wrists. His dark eyes narrowing as he stared out from under furrowed eyebrows. "Right, so, I should feel honored that you barged in my room just to see me going all-Rocky-Style-on some stupid, cheap and worn out sparring dummy?" His tone held a touch of sarcasm, his lips quirking into a half-smile.

Nyssa's response was unyielding, her voice steady but revealing a hint of uncertainty. "I didn't barge in just to watch you," she countered, her dark eyes meeting his with a determined gaze. "Your lack of restraint is concerning. And, truth be told, you have a knack for dealing with enemies in ways that could be considered...backstabbing."

Barry's eyes linger on hers for a minute. He brought his hand up to rub his jaw, a subtle gesture that conveyed his understanding of Nyssa's appearance.

With a bemused chuckle, he spoke, the amusement evident in his voice. "Ah, now I see what this is about," he remarked, his tone light but tinged with a hint of teasing. "Don't worry, I didn't forget the deal: I give you my full devided pledge to the league of assassins and you and your little metal rock band of fuck rags in hoods stop messing with my city."

"And I do intend to hold my end," Nyssa began, her voice firm but tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Although being a hero--"

Barry's hand shot up, his eyes bore into hers, his resolve unwavering. "Not a hero," he interrupted, his voice low and intense. "Not anymore."

He lowered his hand, letting it fall back to his side, but his gaze remained fixed on Nyssa. He took a step closer, the space between them becoming almost palpable with tension.

"If I kill," he continued, his voice steady and determined, "it's because I fucking want to, not because I don't need to."The words burned in Nyssa's brain like a declaration, a statement of self-awareness.

She closed the distance between them, her steps deliberate and purposeful. Nyssa stopped a mere foot away from Barry, her eyes locking onto his with an intense gaze that seemed to probe deeper into his soul.

"And your restraint?" she wondered aloud, her voice low and captivating."Where does that fit in this equation?"

The air around them seemed to hum with tension, an unspoken invitation to explore something forbidden. His green eyes met her intense gaze. The room fell into a charged silence, their unspoken connection echoing louder than words.

In that moment, he took the time to study her; Nyssa's very powerful cheekbones that rest elegantly on her oily-well-defined like wine and symmetrical-face. Not to mention those beautiful almond shaped eyes, so captivating, and so mesmerizing. But also, those lips. The way she purses them as she stares at him, almost inviting, like they're in dire need of touch.

'No!' He needed to take his head out of the clouds immediately because there was absolutely no way in hell he was about to loose focus on his training just cause some big breasted girl walked in.

He turns his back to her, "Get out of my sight," he angrily gritted. "I've already had my fill of you for today."

"Sure," Nyssa says, backing up a bit. "But first, how about you show me what you've learned."

Nyssa reaches into her holster and whips her sword out, raising it in the air. Barry's never one to back down a fight, especially a voluntary one. He glances at her, brows raised.

"You really want to do this?"

Nyssa nods her head, then getting into a battle stance, her sword, raised above her head, allowing him to see how sharp her blade is. She would expect him to quiver in his boots but Barry's been through worse enough to let some weapon scare him.

Seeing how Nyssa isn't gonna let up, Barry shakes his head and immediately, twirled the blade around his hand before holding it between his eyes.

Smirking, he whispers, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"And don't even think about using your abilities. These walls have hidden power dampeners built in by the courtesy of Felicity Smoak. You are completely nullified." Nyssa says.

"I'm the fucking Flash! I don't need my speed." He gritted. "I don't fucking need nobody!"

He rushed toward her, his steps thundering the mat. He cleaved downward at her head. Nyssa side steps away from him. She slashed aiming for Barry's back. But Barry ironically was quick. He twisted, and the slash that was to cut Barry's spine like a porked sausage was deflected by the bottom hilt of his sword.

"You're quick." Nyssa complimented.

"Yeah, kinda my thing." He bounced back.

Nyssa slashes again and Barry is forced to roll under. He tried to go for her legs, attempting to take a shot right there since he has an opening, but Nyssa's fought countless times with Malcolm Merlyn to know exactly what he was doing and jumped back, hitting her sword with his.

He stood up and swung, aiming for her head again. Of course, Nyssa was already there and bends back in order to block his move. He started to swing countless times as did Nyssa who was also blocking but also on the offensive, trying to get many hits as possible.

The metallic clanging of their swords echoed as they both rolled onto the mat and slashed at each other. Barry from one side and Nyssa from the opposite side. Their swords manage to collide. And Barry knew from all those movies that once both swords clash that's sort of like a time out to say something dramatic.

Keeping that mind, he smiles. "Heir of the Throne my ass. You barely stood a chance against Mia."

"I let her think she won." Nyssa stoically argued.

Barry grins. The excitement and anticipation on Nyssa's next move was fueling up his adrenaline. Even with no speed, he felt like his sense were heightened. A sixth sense to anticipate whenever she would strike. Where she was tensed.

Nyssa stands, then spins her body and at the same time, she swings downward. Barry rolled onto the other side of where the final cut would have been and deflected her back. Seemed Nyssa was having enough cause she started to get more aggressive. Every swing she took was now more determined. Barry nearly blocked every single one but when she jabbed her fist with her sword's tip, unfortunately Nyssa was just as fast to rip his sleeve and graze his forearm.

Barry grunts. He looks down at his arm and watches wet blood leak from his cut. He glances back at Nyssa and she just smirks. Anger was taking over him. He knows this is just some sparring but for some reason he can't help but feel as this is more than that to Nyssa.

Breathing heavily, eyes narrowed, he charges at her. Nyssa does too. Thier swords clash once again but this time there was no time out. He was frustrated. He swipes upward, but Nyssa spins around him again and deflected his blade.

He swipes again. Unexpectedly, Nyssa grabs his wrist and knocked him aside to miss with her palm. He tries again, but Nyssa predicted him and ends up catching his hand. That's when she knee kicks him under his arm which hurt like hell-the pain blinding Barry-followed by maneuvering her herself into throwing Barry over her shoulder, landing hard on the mat.

Once his head collied with the mat, Nyssa appears on top of him, her sword right up to Barry's jugular.

"Like I said: You're quick, Al-Bariq," she leans in, her breath ghosting over his ear: "but not quick enough."

Barry sighs, gasping for the air that was knocked out of him. He doesn't know what pissed him off more. The fact he lost a sparring match to Nyssa or that his ego clouded his judgment. Either way, he's a man enough to admit defeat, even when it stings like a bitch.

"Admit it. You were trying." Barry breathed.

Nyssa scoffs, getting back up. "Hit the showers. Perhaps while you're in there you can think on what you did wrong. And why you lost."

She holds her hand out. Barry ignores her hospitality, getting up himself, and storming out and back into his room. "I don't need your pity." He said, loud enough for her to hear as he shut the doors behind him. So much for that sixth sense.

12 minutes later

The shower room itself was beautiful to Barry there was no denying that. He hated to say it, but the League of Assassins do have a luxury interior, better than mostly than all the hotels back in Central City.

There was several stone walls-making itself look like a cave, out of place and different textures-wrapping around the open space with a circle floor and above are two natural lights sealed in the ceiling, shining and illuminating the chamber enough for one to see.

The open-space floor was serene and intriguing, other than a few rocks out of place acting like shelves for the shampoo, conditioners and lotion. It made Barry feel like he was taking a shower out in nature and he couldn't wait to be relaxed from all the pain he was feeling.

Standing on the textures titles before the shower, Barry tugged the glass door and cranked the handle attached to a large rainfall shower head. Water streamed from above. He reaches inside while fully opening the shower door and stuck a hand into the water.

Satisfied that it was warm, he steps out and begins to take his socks off and lets it drop to the floor, along with kicking off his shoes.

He rolled up his shirt sleeve and turns, checking his slashed wound into the mirror and winces when he touches his arm.

Barry recalled events that led up to here and now for fact, he knows Mia-Oliver and Felicity's daughter from the future-wasn't lying about Nyssa taking it over the bar when it came to sword fighting.

Unbeknownst to the carnage charger himself, there was a slight creak through the bathroom door, which unexpectedly is where Nyssa was.

She came in to apologize for going berserk on him in the other room, knocking on his door but seeing there was no answered, she let herself in.

Staring right through the peephole, her eyes watched as Barry tugged off his shirt and my god she's never seen someone that well jacked! The man had muscles twice as bigger than Oliver's, a nice strong toned 6-pack and the sharpest waistline she's ever seen. He was built like a god and it was bringing a strange fluttering feeling in her stomach.

She quickly looked away when he threw his T-shirt on the sink, but it was like some type of invisible force was driving her to look again.

He unbuttoned his pants. Her cheeks fired up and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Then, slow music started to play in her head as Barry pushed off his boxers and letting them pool around his feet and his penis swung free, indicating to Nyssa how big it was.

Seeing how humongous he was brought her to cover her mouth in shock. He turned and stepped in the shower, closing the glass door behind him, and letting the hot water wash down his chest and lower body, streaming between his pecks.

The water felt nice. Gentle. Supple. He grabs the Old Spice brand off the shelf, squeezes the bottle into his hand, lathered himself and begins to wash.

The blue, foaming suds clung onto his slick skin in every way he needed and coasted down, sinking in the drain as he rinsed off.

Barry was facing the shower stream, eyes closed when Nyssa-from outside the door-reached behind her to remove her quiver along with her sword and sets them on the bed, then she unbuckled the straps that kept the robe held together, loosening it.

The water raining down on the title floor was loud, masking the stealth sound of Nyssa's entrance or how she stripped down till she was completely naked before walking in.

Barry genuinely didn't hear none of it until Nyssa opened the door and cold swirled around him, making him spin in place.

There was point hiding it. Barry was absolutely stunned by the beautiful woman who stepped in the shower and started to approach him, wearing nothing but a delicious smile.

He gasped and uses his hands a feeble attempt to shield his crotch while he backed up slowly. "Woah! what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Her eyes were heavy, lidded with lust. "I've come up with a theory. I feel as if the reason you give me such attitude," she closes in so there isn't any space between them. "It's an order to block out your desires, you're true intentions."

"So what," Barry smirked. "You believe I'm trying to hide the fact that I want to fuck you? I thought you're into woman."

"It doesn't hurt to experiment. Especially with a strong man with your features," Nyssa's brows raised, knowingly. "I know you're wondering how many orgasms I can have in a row. Well, now's your chance, Al Bariq."

It took no time for Barry to loose his breath, as he stared at her dazzling brown eyes, he wondered if by accident he fell asleep in the bathroom and started to daydream cause this was far from reality.

Not that Barry is saying having sex with Nyssa would be bad, not at all, it's just the fact on how blunt this all sounded to him.

Barry always thought Nyssa was super fucking hot! Every now and then, he would feel his mind go numb whenever sneaking a peak at her cleavage every the chance he got, imaging how they would look with his face between them. Especially how her perky tits sat proudly on her chest, and between her legs, was cleanly shaved.

Water sluiced down Nyssa's flawless skin, tracing over her curves, and Barry's dick was screaming in pain as it stands up right. She moved so close, and got closer just enough for her to set one hand on the wall behind his head and the other planting on his chest.

Feeling like he needs to make himself crystal clear, he said, "If we do this: I'm not gonna fuck you slow and sweet."

"What a shame," she pouted. "And here I thought I was in for some of that Notebook type loving."

"Sarcasm is never a good look on a gal, especially for a warrior." He emphasized the warrior at the end.

"Oh yes, but I ride like a queen, beloved." She whispered, trailing her hand down to his stomach and going lower. "It's enough to have men begging on their knees for me."

"I'm not most men." Barry bluntly says.

"The fastest man alive with his quick comebacks needs to shut up," she frustratingly says. "I'm not delicate. Just fuck me like you would if anyone dared to question you."

His body quieted. The fact that he hates it when anybody questions his judgment sent a wave of fury down his spine. Iris. In a flash, he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her to her knees.

"Is this what you want? Be treated like child's play?" He growled. He holds his cock by her mouth, beckoning her to open. "Go ahead, beloved." He mocked.

Nyssa's never been degraded so much in her life but something about him wanted to be treated like this, very bad.

She panted, not resisting the hold on her shoulders any longer, she harshly says, "I'm Nyssa Al-Ghul, if you truly think that you can-Mmph!"

Barry parts her lips and shoved his cock deep inside. "Fucking christ! Do you ever shut up?"

Her mouth felt so warm and cozy his head falls back and groans as Nyssa slowly moves back and forth, pursing her lips around him. Barry's hand reach back and lets his fingers thread through her hair, leading her head pace to how he see fits.

He wants. But so does Nyssa and so she sucks more vigorously, her tongue sliding his shaft, humming deliciously, a sloppy sound follows as she bobs up and down.

"Oh, baby, just like that," he moaned. "If you're gonna keep running that mouth might as well put it for good use."

The scent of his groin, a faint mix of Old Spice and his natural pheromones make her pussy swell with wanton.

"Play with my balls, beloved." Barry guides her hands up, giving her permission to play with his balls. She cups and messages his swinging pendulums with one hand as she slobbers all over his cock.

His mouth is closed, but raspy groans came from the back of his throat and Nyssa feared she was gonna make him cum before she had satisfaction. Normally, with his powers, it would take a few minutes, maybe hours. But the dampeners hidden among the walls prevents him from using his abilities.

Nyssa pulled away, some of Barry's pre-cum leaked. He would be mad but she didn't care. "You aren't on your knees yet," she said that as a statement but also as a question. She was impressed.

"Like I've said," Barry lifts her on her feet. He then spun her around and pinned her to the wall he was leaning on. "I'm not most man."

Now they were both facing the wall, and he jerked her back to him, so her ass pressed against his penis. His mouth was right near her ear, and he grunted as he spit in his hands and rubs it over the head of his penis for lubrication, even thought there was a bottle of lotion right besides him, he was in a hurry to fuck her. He's waited long enough.

"You took my mantle. Beloved is my word." Nyssa complained.

Seriously? Her juicy ass is practically displaying in front of him, Barry's ready to fuck her all night long and the first thing to come out of the daughter of the demon was a complaint bout stealing a fucking word?

"You've been hanging with Felicity more than you like to." Barry said. "Don't make her turn you all prissy like her cause I can't handle two of that in my life. Iris. Caitlin. Patty and Linda. No more. I need danger, understand?"

She hmphed! "Danger it is then."

She glanced over her shoulder and the soft look in her eyes, unsure but hot, rushed all his attention to his dick pressed against her bare ass. The anger dissolved, leaving his body tight and throbbing with suppressed lust.

Running his hands all over her ass, he molded the soft flesh to fit his palms before slapping it. Barry is a classic guy. Tits and ass got the job done every time. Nyssa inhaled, and her hips arched, all that long black hair trailing to the small of her back.

"God! at all that ass," Barry exclaimed appreciatively "You walk around with this all day and expect not to get fucked like a slut?"

She liked hearing that, because with both hands she spreads her cheeks apart, presenting her asshole before giving herself full smacks to her skin, her ass jiggling.

Her question was confident. "Do you have in the slightest any idea on how to handle all this ass?"

His dick jerked. His tone was annoyed. "I have some ideas but you put my powers on time out."

She chortles. "I guess you'll just have to satisfy me like every normal person in the real world," her voice was seductive, yet breathless. "There's a bottle of coconut oil right there. So you can spread it on your cock first...and then" her instructions sounded so courageous, as if she had no shame saying these naughty things. "Maybe you can use that sexy CSI brain creativity of yours to find other ways in order to make me squirt."

His question came out in a dubious tone. "You're a squirter?"

She smirks, a prowling and devious one. "I am. But no one's been around to find out wether if I'm telling the truth."

He nearly came. Instead he swallowed thickly, "Well, that's about to change."

That was his objective. To Barry, it was like when you played a game for a long time, thinking you got all the achievements when you finally you realize you were missing one more, and it was the challenging one. The one you have to countlessly spend days watching play throughs and searching the internet, but Barry doesn't get that chance. He would have to think big.

She held perfectly still as he stepped up behind her and rubbed the tip of his dick along her wet slit, both to tease and orient himself. Her gasp dipped with satisfaction as he pushes in her.

"Oh, shit!" Barry grunts.

"Oh, fuckkk..." Nyssa moans, biting her lip.

Her hot pussy clamps him down and immediately he sets a fast-tempo, because slow fucking to him is always for the bad boy in romance books, jocks, pussies and virgins. He wanted to last.

Barry had his hands anchored on her hips and drove into her, his balls slapping against her thighs. He was lost for a moment, taking her hard and watching her ass jiggle with every thrust.

The slap of thier wet bodies was loud and sharp, if anyone was entering Barry's room they could definitely hear, but he wasn't worried about anyone coming through.

Nyssa's army are upstairs in the throne room training with Thalia. Well, actually it's more like trying to escape with their lives against Thalia. Barry for a moment felt bad for the little assassins but then he remembers how they treated him on his first arrival and said fuck them. However because of Nyssa's high moans...

"Shh! You left the door open. Can you get any more louder?" Barry sarcastically whispered, grinning.

"Maybe...if you didn't have such a huge cock tearing my pussy apart." she panted mindlessly. "Maybe if it didn't feel so goddamn good..."

He agreed. It was why he reaches besides her and searched for the bottle of oil-Nyssa suggested earlier-among the shampoos and conditioners. Once he had it, he uncapped it and poured some in his hands. It smelled like baby oil, but much nicer, and he lets the excess drip down on her.

"Ohh yes, this ass deserves to be destroyed." Barry sighs heavenly, rubbing it all over her.

He stops bucking his hips, and was lodged deep inside her, and the noise of the shower water falling and gurgling down the drain was the only sound when he peeled her backside apart and dripped more coconut oil on her. He left the cap open, and set it back on the shelf, then swirled the tip of his fingers along her asshole.

"I may not have my speed, but it's such a good think I took a human anatomy class while everyone else were sucking dick in the 8th grade."

Her hands splayed out onto the rock wall as his fingers pressed and began to intrude, her hands curl into a tight fist as she wildly gasps, continuing to mutter something in Arabic. He didn't know what she said but he knew it was dirty when she gently rocked her hips, making her slide on Barry's finger and cock.

He went in slowly and carefully, not wanting it to be uncomfortable, moving in and out, nearly till his whole finger was burried inside the tight ring muscle. He wasn't kidding.

His knowledge of the female body, along with his talented fingers had touched angles and dimensions that Nyssa never knew she had, firing up sensation high enough to get her pushing more of her hips with tremendous force down his cock.

His head swam with pleasure. Not only did it feel amazing, it looked amazing. "Jesus, your asshole is as 10x tighter then your pussy. How is that even possible?" He refrained it as a question but it sounded like he didn't want answer.

She sighed with contentment, and her head hung down. Barry couldn't see her face, but he knew what pleasure looked like when it ran through her, and he was sure her eyes were closed and her lips were parted, rounding into silent 'oh's.

When she seemed relaxed enough witone finger, Barry tested her readiness by twisting his wrists.

Her moan in response was so loud, he froze. Okay, that he knew for sure that one was definitely loud enough for someone to might question it.

She whimpered, annoyed that he had stopped, and withdraws from her. "Stop being a pussy and put it back in." Nyssa begged.

Fuck that was hot!

In order for him to have more control of her mouth, and continuing, he spots over a bench in the far corner and leads her to it, grabbing the oil, figuring he might need it again.

He takes a seat, stroking himself. "This way I can shut you up when I need to. Get on top. Now."

Nyssa didn't need him to repeat it again. And once he sat, Nyssa sauntered over and threw her leg over his, straddling him. Her action was powerful enough to have his cock bending underneath her pussy.

He grunts and Nyssa's eyes twinkled, as if she just beat me in a game he never knew they were playing.

"Is this what you want?" She purrs, running her hands from her stomach to her tits, antagonizing him.

Her tits are so beautiful. So big and in need of a cock between them. He grabs her tits and squeezes, Nyssa moaning sweetly in her mouth.

"I wanna fuck these so bad. But not yet," he wraps his around her and lifting her up just a bit, he grabs his cock. "You were mentioning that you ride like a Queen..."

He pushed inside her in one thrust, rest his hands by his side, and watched her eyes roll back. Her fingers gripped his shoulder.

"Oh you remember?" She cooed.

"Kinda hard not to. You had me almost pinning you to the ground and taking you there. Unfortunately, I'm not a fan of missionary." Barry whispered.

"Can't stand staring into someone's eyes as you breed them?" Nyssa asked, staring to bounce on him steady pace.

"Oh, fuck..." he groans, throwing his head back.

Nyssa grabbed both sides of his head and forced his eyes on hers. "No, don't look away. Look at me as I make you come."

His breath rushes past as she bounces with more power now, taking Barry all the way in. Here's where it gets interesting. Barry's watched enough porn to know girls bounce their hips up and down but Nyssa was different. Instead of going up and down, she thrusts her hips back and forth, and makes her ass twerk, making Barry's belly all bubbly and his eyes lost in a daze.

Moisturizing her lips, "Look who's fucking who now?"

Her thrusts made him forget everything for a moment. His eyes looks down, watching his cock disappear inside her. It was so good. He was trying so hard to remember what he did before all this happened but not a goddamn thing came to mind.

It was as his body was on autopilot. No sane. No consciousness. And moving his hands down and clutching a handful of that ass. Nyssa shuddered and clenched around him so tight.

"Look at me." His eyes slices to hers. "This is my cock. No one else can have it other than me. And if anyone tries I would have them personally throw in the Lazarus pit."

He didn't know Nyssa was territorial and he was perfectly fine with that. That was until Nyssa lunged forward and grabbed his throat.

Her grip was strong, his throat flexed around her but she didn't let go. She leans in. "You did a good job acting as if you were alpha. But lets get something straight," her eyes darkened. "In my domain, no one owns me but me," she kept thrusting back and forth. "I come whenever I please...beloved."

"Nyssa..." he struggles to say. "Can't...breathe...let...me...go!"

"Not until you give me your word. You belong to me now. As that was the deal to keep my, oh how did you put it, 'metal rock band of fuck rags in hoods?' Defy me again and that will be the end of it. Do you understand?"

Was this some type of foreplay? Or was this the plan all along? To make me submit.

Nyssa stopped moving, and his senses came back to him. He remembered everything that happened earlier. The fight. Getting ready to take a shower. All of it. He also remembers that he didn't respond.

"Nod your head." Barry felt himself about to pass out so he erratically shakes his head. Nyssa loosened her grip on him. "Good."

She got off of him and stepped out, leaving Barry to himself to take in on what just happened. He didn't even get to finish. He just stares as Nyssa grabs Barry's towel and covers herself.

"Oh and feel free to finish yourself. There's a bottle of lube under the sink." she says as she walked out.

Barry breathed heavily, angry that she left him with blue balls. But deep down he knew that this was far from over and Nyssa was in for a world reckoning.

"She is so dead." He gritted.

Glad you enjoyed! If you didn't, well shit get the fuck out of here. And if you did, i got to say some few things. Now I know you were expecting more of Nyssa, however, watching Arrow again made me realize Nyssa isn't the type to just let someone have sex with her and not show how powerful she truly is, hence is why I ended it the way I did. It seemed to fit Nyssa's structure, but don't worry Barry isn't done with her yet. He will get his revenge just not for a while.

A/N: Oh and really quick! When I said that I was gonna do a weekly upload, I forgot to add in the part where I said "I will try" school's back up again, and so I will be having to focus on that but I just wanted to make that super clear.

Alright I did the pole and the next one is:

Alex Danvers