Green Arrow and Cupid in a not-so good way

Green Arrow, her fiancé, was chained to the wall. trapped. Tending to him was Cupid who looked like she was living her wildest dream. The low light glinted off her fiery red hair, which was slicked back in a way that somehow managed to look both chaotic and glamorous. She wore her signature green outfit—a cropped top and skin-tight pants, with a wide belt of gold cartridges circling her waist, showing off an athletic frame with curves that could stop traffic. She held a bow in one hand, a quiver on her back, and bow-shaped rouge lips.

Green Arrow's costume was intact… well, except for his face mask and the rather deliberate hole in the crotch, which exposed his cock and balls. A full-blooded angry erection that seemed a size too big for his balls. Cupid had pumped into his system and given his cock a bit of a boost. Almost eight and a half inches of pulsing, aching cock, red and beastly and having spilled so much pre-cum.

But not actual cum. This whole time, Green Arrow was getting edged. Cupid stroked his cock, her boobs pressed to him.

“Oh, Ollie,” Cupid purred, pumping him more and more. “This is it, baby! You and me, together at last. I’ll give you everything you want, everything you need…” She leaned in, brushing her lips close to his ear. “All you have to do is say yes.”

“Not. Happening.” Black Canary’s voice rang out like a shot, her eyes blazing with fury. She took in the scene—the overly-amorous Cupid, the compromised Green Arrow and his bigger cock—and her fists clenched. “Get your hands off my man, Cupid.”

Cupid turned with a laugh, eyes gleaming with manic excitement. She stroked and stroked and earned more pre-cum from Oliver's tight balls. “Oh, please. You think you can just walk in here and ruin our little moment?” She pushed herself off her **** lover and pulled an arrow from her quiver, nocking it quickly. “I’ll send you packing, Canary. And when I’m done, Ollie and I are going on a very long, very private date.”

“Funny, I was just thinking I’d break that bow before you got a shot off.” Canary walked, ass flexing in her fishnets, her smile fierce. “Let’s dance.”

Cupid loosed an arrow without a second thought, but Canary ducked, the projectile grazing her shoulder. Cupid was already pulling back another arrow with surprising speed, but Canary's sprint and leap was faster. She closed the distance, bringing her knee up to knock the bow from Cupid’s hand. She failed but it did put Cupid on the defensive.

Cupid stumbled back, growling as she swung her bow in close quarters. Canary was all precision, catching the bow and countering with a jab to Cupid’s ribs, then an elbow to her throat. Cupid staggered, her smirk gone.

“Think you’re the only one with moves?” Cupid snapped and leaped back to set off a special arrow that split apart into a flurry of arrows. But Canary caught and knocked back each arrow. Her husband was the Green Arrow, of course she could react and counter. She spun, landing a sharp kick to Cupid’s midsection. Her bow snapped and she dropped to her knees when she stopped skidding.

Before Cupid could recover, Canary unleashed her signature move: a powerful Canary Cry that blasted Cupid across the vault, slamming her against the wall. Cupid crumpled to the ground, defeated.

Canary smirked, brushing herself off. “Nobody messes with my man.”

Oliver Queen had watched the battle with wide eyes. He wasn't sure if it was the victory, his fiancée's jiggling tits, or the ****, but he was harder than he ever had been. Black Canary ran over with those bouncing tits and fishnets and he almost thought it was a dream.

Cling!

That was until the first chain came off.

Oliver smiled at Canary. The **** were solely for the sake of making his cock bigger and more enduring. No other side effects, luckily. “Ha… thanks, Dinah. I was, uh, just waiting for the right moment to fight back.”

Dinah smiled back. “Sure you were, hotshot.”

Pre-cum dripped from his tip. Just hearing his voice made his balls want to nut. Although frankly, with how hot she was, that could apply to any an all moments around her.

While the blonde bombshell loosened his chains, Oliver looked over at Aaron. He looked up and down and had the same expression Dinah did when he saw him. “Figured you weren't a civilian. No way a normal guy could have a dick that big,” Oliver said. “Thanks, Aaron, or, uh, do you have a superhero name?”

“I'm more of a secret detective. Try not to tell.”

“Does Batman know?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, stealing his girl and his title." The arm chains were off and the legs chains were to come. “I owe ya, man.”

“It's what a detective does.”

“And you…” Ching! The leg chains were off. He stumbled over, smiled upon seeing his fiancée, and rose to kiss her. Canary put a hand behind him, deepening the kiss.

Her boobs were pressed to his chest. Her hand found his cock, latching onto to it like a lost wife. She jerked it off once, twice…

“F-fuck!” Oliver was **** to end the kiss, his knees buckling. “I’m too, fuck…Cupid, that bitch…”

“Won't disturb us anymore?” Dinah went on her toes and whispered, “You can cum now.”

“Dinah, we have someone watching…”

Oh. Dinah craned her head like an owl. There he was, Aaron Reigner, at the vault door waiting. “R-right, sorry.” She was redder like he had never seen her. She broke herself entirely from Oliver and put a hand to her hip. “Ahem, we have to find Dante and Motherbox now.”

“And I need a new pair of pants,” Oliver muttered. There was no real way to hide or put down his boner. Black Canary blushed when it poked her thigh. It was looking much bigger than the last time she saw it.

Twang!

“Not so fast.”

An arrow grazed Green Arrow's inner thigh, dangerously close to the crotch region. Oliver jumped and cupped his balls. Luckily, all it did was cause more tearing in his pants.

Step, step, step. Coming inside with a widow’ peak, dark garbs, and a white moustache. Sixty years of age, perhaps more, both Canary and Oliver tensed up.

Malcolm Merlyn…

"You must be quite capable to have defeated the Dark Archer. That invitation was intended for him, you know?”

The Dark Archer. The Penguin mentioned him during his infiltration of the Iceberg Lounge long ago. Aaron pretended to have defeated him and taken his place on the roster. In reality, he was here. The Dark Archer joined the wealthy Ninth Circle instead of the Penguin.

Aaron glanced at Oliver and Dinah and decided to do something he had lowkey been wanting to do all his life. “Look, you guys go on ahead. I'll take care of this.”

Oliver blinked, a hand still cupping his balls. He didn't have his bow either. “But…”

“Dante and the supercomputer should be your focus. Come on, go on.”

Go on ahead, I'll fight instead! You know, that classic line movies? Aaron enjoyed saying it.

“Dante is Justice League business—our business,” Dinah said. “Come on, let's go.”

“He's probably my greatest enemy. Don't underestimate him, Reigner.”

Oliver's nemesis. The man he admired since he was a child. The father of the second Dark Archer, Tommy. Tommy who was a playboy rich kid like Oliver and a close friend.

And to top it all off, Malcolm fucked his mom. Suffice it to say, but the bad blood between Oliver and Malcolm went deep.

They started running. Canary was prepared to open her mouth and scream if the Dark Archer dared to attack them. He was about to. Most certainly, he would have.

“I know where Dante is,” Oliver told Black Canary. Merlyn's gaze flicked over, an arrow nocked back. He would not and could not let them escape.

Until Aaron spoke.

“You worked for a member of the League of Shadows, a student of Ra's al Ghul, and Leviathan at one point. Quite the resume…Arthur King.”

As expected of Green Arrow's greatest nemesis. His intriguing history was matched only by his immense skill. Intriguing and secretive and known to so few that he froze up. Black Canary and Oliver didn't quite catch the name he whispered and ran out of the vault without the mercenary archer flinging arrows their way.

“My original name and my history,” the older gentleman muttered. “How do you know of such things? My apprenticeship should only be known to those in the Shadows.”

“That is because I am the Shadow. I read Ra's’ notes on you.”

“Master Ra's has been defeated…no, to gain access to his notes, only Talia would know. She wouldn't…she didn't…” He lowered his bow as it suddenly dawned on him. Oliver and Dinah were completely out of earshot now. “I heard whispers of Lady Shiva and Angel Breaker and Talia working as one. That must mean…You must be the Chosen One.”

“I am.”

“You are for what then? To defeat me? The Ninth Circle?”

“I am.”

“Hrn.”

Almost immediately, the archer's gaze went down. Too down.

A twenty-five years old man known as Arthur King joined the League of Assassins. His talent with the bow was one in ten million and so he was trained by Ra's al Ghul himself. His commencement ceremony into the organization involved him digging an eight feet long, six feet deep and four feet wide grave, which he would himself have to lie inside. In that grave, he said goodbye to who he was, and came out a changed man. He became Merlyn Malcolm, the Dark Archer.

He moved to Star City and became white-collar businessman. Merlyn became very wealthy and associated with the city's elite, including the Queen family; his son, Tommy Merlyn, became Oliver Queen's best friend.

And according to Ra's al Ghul's notes…

‘He fucked Moira Queen, Oliver's mother, into joining the Ninth Circle. His dick was that good.’

So he was a pretty sexually active person. “The Chosen Cock…I've heard rumours of it but…”

‘…Chosen Cock sounds stupid when you say it out loud.’

“The Alpha Cock…the Cock Above Cocks…” Malcolm's eyes darkened. Suddenly, he threw his bow to the side and started…striping…

Huh?

“To gain it, one must strip and defeat him in combat.”

Before Aaron knew it, six inches of scrawny, wrinkly flaccid cock hung. Not bad for an old man. Except that Aaron was interested.

‘Ra's al Ghul, you fucking idiot, why in the world did you tell your student about this? Even if he does beat me, there's no magic in the world that is going to transfer my dick to him.’

“Let us commence the ritual.”

Aaron gave him the blankest stare imaginable. He contemplated playing along or knocking him out. Aaron sighed, undid the belt of his robes, and let his cock hang out. Suffice it to say, Merlyn's breath hitched. Even he did not expect ten inches of flaccid dong. Even he did not expect the Chosen Cock to be this big.

The two of them were the same height, five-foot-eleven. When it came to cock and balls though, Aaron reigned supreme. Truly, his body was to desired.

He read his mind. Oh, Aaron was supposed to commence the fight. “Begin.”

Malcolm ran. Yeah, okay, no. ‘Sorry, but I'm not THAT interested in prolonging this.’

He blocked his punch, targeted several pressure points with his super speed, and then seized him by the throat. His feet left the floor, grimacing and struggling. His arms were limps.

The great enemy of Green Arrow could not struggle even if he wanted to.

“Do you wish to die, Dark Archer? Or serve me?”

His skills in the international underworld would be useful. Oh, sure, there was Talia but her experience was warped from her royalty. Getting individuals like Malcolm and Shado to feed his group advice might benefit the greater good. If he declined, then he'd snap his neck. Simple.

“I…” The Dark Archer struggled and gasped in the air. “I…”

“My desire is to change the world for the better. Killer Frost is joining me. Shado is joining me. Will you?”

“S-Shado…” His face was turning red as Aaron's finger tightened on his throat. “I…I will…”

“Good.”

He dropped him and the nude male staggered back. “It is…my loss,” the Dark Archer admitted. “I will join…but on one condition.”

He thought he was in a position to negotiate? Really? Aaron put a hand on his hip. With his big dick and grey eyes, he gave a noncommittal look. Speak and I shall see what I can do.

“I am old and brittle. My cock no longer works as it did. Can you help me?”

A long pause. ‘...fine. Whatever. Fucking hell.’

Wealthy, old, and knowledgeable; and by giving his dick back, loyal too. Aaron placed a hand on his chest. “Emirp sih ot kcab mih gnirb!”

Merlyn Malcolm's veins and muscles suddenly grew in size. From his old age, the mercenary was **** to adapt and slim down. Sacrifice muscle mass for agility. By bringing him back to his prime, that was no longer the case.

Aaron stepped back and crossed his arms, waiting.

“Ohhh.”

Nine inches of pulsing cock emerged from the mercenary. Almost as long as Aaron was flaccid but not remotely as girthy. See, Malcolm's dick was pretty thin; for any cock, not just nine inches, it would have seemed thin. It was as straight and dark as his arrows.

“Happy?”

“Ah…” Merlyn Malcolm clenched his fist and then inspected his dick. He gave one stroke. “This is…amazing. Truly! I thank you, Chosen One.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Put on your clothes. “We're going.”

“Yes, Chosen One.”