Finally, for that trip in the invisible jet.

By the time she recovered, he was already at full speed, using the memory of his trip on the invisible jet to stoke his own lust for vengeance on her unprotected pussy. “Because what most impresses me is your initiative. You aren’t content to simply lie back and take the world as it is.” She linked her ankles behind Brandon’s neck, preventing him from retreating. “You know what you want, who—what needs to be done, how to put in the work to get it.” Her hips shifted against his, inadvertently fucking him back as hard as she could from her awkward position. “You’re not afraid to open your hearts or your wallets—mmm, or your legs—to those in need. You see a void, and you’re happy to get it filled to capacity. So I don’t have to tell you how good it feels to be full. You already know. Instead, I want to encourage you to stay the course. When you’ve gone as far as you have into these tight, wet problems, there’s no reason to pull out until you’re satisfied.”

He grabbed her knees for stability, holding her reasonably steady while he fucked her. Each time his hips smacked against her upper thighs, it **** a ripple throughout her body, moving the table underneath her and sending her bare breasts swaying. Her spare hand gathered a handful of tablecloth, holding it tight, her only anchor to the physical word besides Brandon’s bare dick. Aside from that, she didn’t act much like a woman on the brink of sexual nirvana. She seemed more like the restrained, quiet woman masturbating on the streets of Gotham post-brawl rather than the enthusiastic slut at Blackgate begging to be owned by her ****. The difference struck Brandon as—

Her lasso! Under the influence of her Lasso of Truth, her inner submissive came out, no longer shackled by the demands of being a warrior princess ambassador superhero. He spied it in the pile of clothes forgotten by the podium, and with great difficulty he nudged it closer with the toe of his shoe. He did have to pull out to bend over, and Wonder Woman had a few seconds to deliver a typical, boring charity speech while he tied her wrists together, microphone and all. She continued with vague platitudes of appreciation after the lasso glowed—to her credit, she did truly seem to believe in the Metropolis Women’s Society and their work, and her thanks were as heartfelt as they seemed—until he sheathed himself inside her again.

Her demeanor changed in an instant, matching the emotional cries from other naked women throughout the room and escalating into outright melodrama. “Great Hera! All your work, it’s…passionate! Powerful! I’m shaking just thinking about hard and fast you…y-you’ve met your charity goals! The work you do is so…so…good!” Her legs encircled his waist, clutching him tight and removing any barrier between his eyes and her lusty expression. Around him, nude woman masturbated themselves and each other, but he stared only at Wonder Woman, watching for the exact moment she lost control. “Keep going! Keep pounding away at the core of injustice! Break through and ruin it with…with that giant cock! Pump it full of your warmth! Let it surge into your deepest parts and plant a seed of charity! Let that seed grow in your womb, let it make you—yes, yes!—make you a mother of this city! Don’t let this chance to—to **** so good—to make a difference pass by! When opportunity knocks…knocks…knock me up! Gods, yes, give it to meeeee!”

Just as she clenched around him (to be honest, very slightly beforehand), he gave in to her demands and his own needs. His spunk fired inside her with the **** of a cannon, breaching any final resistance she may have had. With her vaginal walls squeezing him dry, sealing his dick tight, his seed had nowhere to go but farther up her pussy where it would make her ****, magic-induced dreams come true. She practically threw herself off the table writhing in ecstasy, moaning into the microphone so every woman in the room (and probably a few in the hallway) could hear her cumming throughout every step of her fertilization. Brandon wished he had a camera to capture her expression, the giddy, insultingly honest proof of getting her mind blown with sex, and if he hadn’t extricated himself from her leglock he no doubt without have risen to the occasion again before he even pulled out.

But screaming over loudspeakers was a great way to attract too much attention, and he had to make himself scarce before dozens of people burst into the room and either called the police or joined in. He dropped under the front table, hiding under the long tablecloth just as a curious onlooker opened the door, and he crawled from the scene of the crime past the bottom halves of four or five naked women he would gladly have inseminated on any other occasion. He reached the far end, where—damn it, the amulet! He had to leave the amulet behind! He peeked out from under the table, saw only a single woman by the door ripping open her blouse, and hurried back to lay the amulet around Wonder Woman’s shoulders. She reached for her crotch, clumsily trying to finger herself despite having her wrists bound and her hands full, and he fled the scene without looking back.

Once he was safely out of sight, he did linger a moment longer in the empty hallway, listening for the arrival of any spoilsports who would break up the proceedings. No screams of shock or dismay rose over the cacophony of bliss, and rather than overstay his welcome he rushed back down the path he had taken to enter the building. Along the way he passed only a single female member of staff, and he treated himself to a handful of her tits before leaving her with her shirt and bra pulled up to her neck. Once he reached the street he stowed his own amulet back under his shirt, and he nonchalantly whistled to himself as he started back toward the train station for the trip home.