Date: Friday, May 14th, 2011, 3:00 am
Location: Queen Mansion, Star City
I arrived in Star City quickly, via a private jet, straight to where Thea was. The minute my limo pulled up, reporters swarmed. They were practically banging on the car, trying to get my attention as Mercy carefully avoided hitting them, though knowing her, I knew she was tempted.
The second I stepped out, they were all over me, yelling over each other for the latest scoop.
"Lex! Lex! Responsible for what happened to Oliver Queen?"
"Lex! Why are you here?"
"Lex, anything to say about Oliver Queen?"
I ignored them. Mercy and some bodyguards shoved them away. I quickly phoned Thea.
"Thea, I'm outside. Open the door. These parasites out here are giving me a headache."
"O...okay, I'll tell Annita," she replied. You could tell from her voice that she'd been crying hard.
The door opened right away. An older Hispanic woman told me, "Quickly get inside; Ms. Queen is waiting for you in the living room."
I told my guards to wait outside, making sure no reporters snuck in as Mercy and I entered the Queen Mansion.
This place wasn't just a mansion; it was a castle. Its ancient stone walls, softened by centuries of ivy, gleamed in the morning sun. Since the early 1800s, it had been home to the Queen family, every turret and arched window whispering tales of their enduring legacy. Though built for defense, its formidable facade was exquisitely adorned, hinting at profound beauty. Rose gardens cascaded down terraced slopes, their vibrant blooms a stunning contrast to the castle's stoic strength, while the distant shimmer of a serene lake added to its almost mythical allure. Here, history wasn't just preserved—it was deeply felt, each stone imbued with the spirit of a family as enduring as the castle itself. Mercy and I were led to the living room, where Thea was. She was on a large sofa, hugging her knees and crying, the news reporting her brother's disappearance.
I asked Mercy and Annita to give us privacy. Annita nodded, taking Mercy with her and giving her a tour.
Once they left, I went over, grabbed the remote, and turned off the TV. Thea had heard enough bad news. She looked up, tears staining her face, her eyes red, and her face puffy. The moment she saw me, she immediately jumped up and hugged me, sobbing hysterically. "Lex, I'm all alone! I'm all alone!"
I hugged her tight as she cried, whispering, "Everything's going to be okay, Thea. You're not alone. I'm here for you."
I believed that. This marked the beginning of Oliver Queen's story, which would ultimately lead to his transformation into the Green Arrow in the DC universe. But I didn't tell her for two reasons. One, this was a different universe; I didn't want to get her hopes up in case I was wrong. Two, if he was on his journey to turn into the emerald archer, I didn't want anything to divert him from his destiny. Interrupting his journey might cause him to fail, die, or worse, become a supervillain. If Atrocities, Brainiac, Darkseid, and other cosmic horrors were out there, I needed as many allies as I could get.
After Thea calmed down, she backed away, wiping tears. She chuckled. "Look at me; I'm a mess. Sorry, you had to deal with that."
"It's really no problem, Thea, no problem at all," I replied, gently cupping her cheek, wiping a tear. She looked at me for a few seconds, then quickly backed away, awkwardly chuckling, trying to change the topic. "What kind of host am I? You came all the way from Metropolis; let me give you a tour."
As Thea offered the tour, a sense of discomfort washed over me. I'd just shared a moment of genuine comfort, and while I cared deeply for her, my physical closeness had been a mistake given my history with Mercy. The image of Mercy chatting with Annita, seemingly at ease but always observant, flashed in my mind.
"That's very kind, Thea," I began, trying to sound natural, "but I just saw Mercy and Annita. Looks like Annita's already giving Mercy a wonderful tour, and I wouldn't want to interrupt." I offered a small, reassuring smile. "Perhaps another time, when things are a little less... chaotic."
Thea's shoulders sagged, her awkwardness returning. "Oh, right. Of course." She wrung her hands. "I just… I don't know what to do, Lex. It's like my whole world's been turned upside down." Her voice trembled again. She gazed at me, her eyes clouded with pain. "This is just like when Oliver and I found out our parents had died as kids. At least then, I had him. Now I have no one."
I gently guided her back to the sofa. "Thea, no matter what, you have me. I understand this is an incredibly difficult time. You don't have to be strong right now. It's okay to feel overwhelmed." I paused, considering my words carefully. "What do you need most from me? Is there anything I can do to help with the immediate situation? Managing the press, perhaps, or making arrangements?"
She looked at me, lost. "I… I don't know. Everything feels so big. The reporters, the police, the questions…"
"Let's take it one step at a time," I suggested, my voice firm but gentle.
"First, the media. They're persistent but manageable. I can have my PR team release a statement on your behalf, emphasizing your family's privacy and asking for respect. Would that help?"
Thea nodded weakly. "Yes, please, Lex. Anything to make them go away."
"Consider it done," I assured her. My mind raced as I formulated a strategy. This situation was complex. While my primary goal was to support Thea, I also had to navigate public perception, especially with my name linked to Oliver's disappearance. The idea of Oliver's eventual transformation into Green Arrow remained a silent, guiding force, an unspoken promise I hoped would come to fruition. For now, Thea's immediate needs were paramount.
Later that evening, after the press statement had been released and the initial frenzy outside the mansion died down, I found Mercy in a quiet sitting room, reviewing security footage. She looked up as I entered, her expression unreadable.
"The press situation is under control," I stated, knowing she'd already know.
"Indeed," she replied, her gaze returning to the screen. "You handled it well."
I hesitated, wondering if I should bring up Thea again or if it was better unsaid. Before I could formulate my thoughts, Mercy set the tablet down, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that always held a hint of something more profound.
"The Queen girl," she began, her voice low and even. "She's quite distraught. Crying, clinging to you." I felt a familiar unease. "She's grieving, Mercy. Her brother is gone. She's alone."
Mercy leaned back, her gaze unwavering. "Yes. And she finds comfort in you. A particular kind of comfort, perhaps." A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched her lips. "I've observed her, Lex. And I've observed you. Her needs are… profound right now."
I waited, unsure where this was going. Mercy was always pragmatic, but her words now carried an unusual undertone.
"You've chosen me," she continued, her voice soft but firm, "and I accept that. Wholly. My devotion to you, Lex, runs deeper than mere physical bonds. It encompasses everything you are, everything you need to achieve." She paused, her eyes searching mine. "And sometimes, what you need, what the situation demands, extends beyond conventional expectations."
She pushed herself up, walking towards me until she stood inches away. I could feel the subtle warmth radiating from her.
"She needs solace. A connection that transcends the chaos. If providing that comfort to her, to its fullest extent, helps you maintain your focus, your control, your… equilibrium in this delicate game, then I not only understand, Lex, I sanction it." Her hand briefly touched my arm, a rare, tender gesture that spoke volumes. "My loyalty is absolute. Your strength, your purpose, that is what matters most. If she can be a temporary anchor in this storm for you, then so be it."
Her eyes held a complex mix of love, understanding, and an almost frightening pragmatism. It wasn't a casual dismissal but a conscious, deliberate choice born from a love that prioritized my ambition and well-being above all else, even conventional jealousy. It was Mercy's unique brand of devotion, both unsettling and profoundly reassuring. "Mercy..." I started, a surprising surge of emotion catching in my throat.
She simply gave me a small, knowing smile, then turned and walked back to her tablet, the unspoken understanding hanging in the air. The permission had been granted, not out of indifference but out of a love so profound and unconventional that it bypassed traditional boundaries entirely.
That night, Mercy and I stayed over. I was ready to sleep and waited for Mercy. That is when she entered the room.
"Lex, tonight I'm not going to be sleeping with you."
Confused, I asked, "Mercy, is something wrong? If it's about earlier, I..."
Mercy interrupted me and cupped my cheek, stating, "My love, nothing is wrong. Just know I want you to relax and enjoy whatever happens tonight. I'll be sleeping in one of the other guest rooms tonight. Just call me if you need anything."
We soon kissed, and I became aroused. I then tried to pull the clothes off her when Mercy gently pinched the back of my hand and chuckled. "Lex," she whispered, "save that energy. I'm leaving now before I get so tempted, I don't."
After she left the room, I heard chatter in the hall. What happened next left me speechless. Thea Queen entered, holding a fur robe close. Realizing what was going on, I asked, just to be sure, "Thea...what are you doing here?"
Thea looked me in the eyes, blushing and stammering. "L, L, Lex I, I..."
Seeing her struggle, I got off the bed and walked to her slowly. I was wearing nothing but my underwear, and I saw her eyes fall on the growing bulge. She gulped, then looked back at my eyes. I hugged her to help her relax. She tensed for a bit, but then I felt her relax and sink into my form.
"Lex, I don't want you to think I'm just… easy, okay? I've liked you for a while now, ever since you helped save my company from bankruptcy. I feel like I'm meant to be with you, especially after this morning in the living room. I know you're with Mercy, so I wasn't going to do anything about these feelings, but she came up to me and talked. And well, here we are."
My gaze swept over her, and then my fingers found her chin, gently tilting it, drawing her eyes up to meet mine. The air crackled between us, thick with unspoken longing, as we drowned in each other's gaze. Then, it happened – a breath caught, a silent plea answered. Our lips met tentatively at first, a whisper-soft touch. I felt the delicate tremor in her mouth, a shiver of nerves that only intensified the moment. But that hesitation quickly melted away. A soft sigh escaped her as her confidence bloomed, and the kiss deepened, no longer hesitant but hungry, urgent, pulling us both under.
She finally broke the kiss, pulling back just enough for me to feel the sudden chill of separation. "Is everything okay, Thea?" I asked, a faint tremor in my voice.
"Oh, everything is perfect, Lex," she purred, and then, with a fluid grace, her fur robe slid from her shoulders. I was utterly speechless, my gaze devouring the exquisite landscape of her body.
Her frame was lean, almost athletic, yet curved in all the right places – a lithe elegance that begged to be explored. My eyes lingered on the delicate slope of her shoulders, the subtle swell of her breasts, high and firm, perfectly cupped by the air around them. Her waist was narrow, a temptation leading down to the gentle flare of her hips and long, toned legs. Every line of her body was a testament to youthful vitality, a canvas of soft skin inviting touch, promising warmth beneath its surface. She was a vision of vibrant sensuality, undeniably alluring in the dim light.
Our mouths found each other again, a deeper, hungrier plunge, and when we finally broke apart, five breathless minutes later, a glistening thread of desire still tethered our lips. Thea then slid to her knees, her eyes fixed on the insistent bulge straining against my fabric, tracing its rigid outline through the cloth.
"Hmmm, it's so big; I don't think this will fit inside me, Lex," she murmured, a touch of wonder in her voice.
"Well, let's see, shall we?" I teased, my voice a low rumble.
"We shall," Thea breathed, her fingers trembling slightly as she tugged my underwear down. Released from its confinement, my cock sprang free, a sudden, powerful presence that almost brushed her face. Her eyes, wide with surprise, devoured its full, undeniable length.
"Okay, I really don't think it will fit me," Thea admitted, her tone now laced with a genuine, breathless seriousness.
I grinned, a predatory edge to my smile. "Oh, I'll make it fit. For now, suck me off," I commanded, my voice firm.
She obeyed, her gaze never leaving mine, as the young CEO leaned forward. Her kiss around me was clumsy and hesitant at first, but the sheer eagerness was extraordinary.
Slurp. Thwack. Gulp.
The sound of her sucking resounded in the room as Thea, with a desperate, fervent intent, worked to please me, her mouth closing around my cock while her fingers expertly fondled my balls. The sounds were soft, intimate gasps swallowed by her fervent attempts.
I soon tried to push deeper into her mouth when she started to gag. She pushed off me and began to cough. "Fuck Lex, you're too thick. I can't take it all the way down my throat yet."
"We will work on that later. For now, get into bed. I'm going to take you."
She obeyed, a soft sigh escaping her as she settled onto the bed, legs still modestly pressed together. A shy flush warmed her cheeks, her gaze a mixture of anticipation and nervous wonder. Seeing her there, so open, knowing Mercy had delivered her, fueled a delicious darkness within me. My primal urges screamed to take her roughly, to drive into her with untamed force. But a different, more exquisite pleasure whispered its promise. That raw hunger could wait. Tonight, I would unravel her gently.
"Spread for me," I murmured, my voice a low command, "I want to see all of you."
With a soft gasp, her thighs parted, revealing the tender, bright pink expanse of her womanhood. It lay bare, exquisitely smooth – a testament to careful preparation – already glistening, impossibly wet, and eager. I moved closer, my hands finding her thighs to guide them wider, and then, without hesitation, I lowered my head between her legs, my tongue poised to begin its delicious exploration.
"Wait, Lex, that's... dirty," Thea whispered, a faint tremor in her voice as she tried to pull my hand away. My response was a low rumble against her skin. "I don't know what kind of boys you've been with, Thea, but tonight you're with a man. And a man has to eat." I gently, yet firmly, guided her hand aside and then, with deliberate intent, began to taste the delicate folds of her.
"Oh, fuck, Lex! Fuck!" Thea cried out, a delicious, guttural sound as my tongue began its relentless assault. I continued to devour her, my hands holding her hips as she arched and squirmed beneath me, a helpless tangle of limbs against the exquisite pleasure. Minutes blurred into a heady haze.
Then, her voice splintered into a series of breathless pleas. "L-L-Lex, I'm... I'm... oh god! Oh, fucking god!" Her body tensed, a beautiful, violent shudder passing through her. She clenched her teeth, eyes squeezed shut, her fingers digging into the bedsheets, yanking the blanket with desperate intensity. A gasp, a release, and then a warm, wet gush blossomed across my face. I savored the taste on my lips, my gaze rising to meet hers. She lay there, flushed and panting, her hair a wild, beautiful mess.
The darkness inside me, that primal edge, coiled tighter. Without letting Thea fully recover, I began to penetrate her slowly, the deliberate invasion a new form of torture, exquisite and possessive. It was then that I felt it —a surprising, almost defiant tightness. My eyes locked with hers, and she met my gaze, a challenging glint in their depths. "I told ya... I ain't easy."
Giving her one final chance, I tested the waters. "Are you sure, Thea? You only lose your virginity once."
Her answer was immediate, breathless, a primal command. "Lex, fuck me."
That was all I needed. Slowly, deliberately, I breached that delicate membrane, a soft resistance giving way. I stopped, giving her body a moment to adapt to my presence, my whole, insistent length. Leaning down, I kissed her, deep and tender, a silent promise to ease the sharp sting of transition to usher her into her new status as a woman. My woman.
"Lex, it doesn't hurt as much. You can start moving again."
I nodded and began to move, a slow, deliberate rock of my hips. The soft moans that escaped her lips fueled me, and I picked up the pace, pumping faster and harder. Her sounds escalated, from delicious moans to breathless cries, until she was screaming my name, professing her love, her nails digging into my back.
Within ten minutes, the edge of release clawed at me. I began to pull out, but Thea's arms wrapped around me, pulling me impossibly closer. "Don't take it out, Lex," she whispered fiercely into my ear, her voice raw with emotion. "I'm all alone now. Give me a family."
Those words, so raw and vulnerable, triggered something deep within me. A dam broke. I thrust into Thea, hard and deep, emptying load after pulsating load inside her. She came again, a wild, writhing climax that mirrored my own, her walls contracting powerfully, milking every last drop of my seed. Once I was done, I collapsed, heavy and sated, atop her, feeling the echoes of our shared intensity.
Thea then nestled closer, her body slotting perfectly against mine, her head finding its familiar rest on my chest. "I know I said all that," she murmured, her voice soft against my skin, "but you don't have to worry. I'm on the pill." I chuckled, a husky sound still catching my breath.
"No worries, baby," I whispered back, my fingers tangling in her hair. "Whatever happens, just know I will take care of it. Though understand, you're mine forever now."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she breathed, her reply a soft caress as she nuzzled deeper into my warmth, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips.
A comfortable silence settled between us, broken only by our slowing breaths and the distant sounds of the old mansion. Thea felt impossibly light in my arms, a fragile yet fiercely desired weight. Her even breathing soon told me she'd drifted off, secure and deeply sated. I held her close, feeling the warmth of her against me, the quiet rhythm of her heart matching mine. The world outside, with its demanding reporters and looming cosmic horrors, seemed impossibly far away. For now, in this moment, all was still, and for the first time in a long time, so was my mind. I closed my eyes, pulling her tighter, and let sleep claim me, too.