Mera swallows!

He felt the pressure coiling and tightening in his balls. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

Mera had already sensed it. Elbowing her in the side and with a victorious glance at Kara, she deepthroated him completely, burying his entire length down her throat until his hips shuddered against her face.

Kara cursed but it was too late. The pizza guy was cumming. Ropes of hot cum pumped directly into Mera’s waiting throat. She swallowed effortlessly, each convulsive gulp milking him for every last drop, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

When he was spent, Queen Mera pulled back slowly, licking her lips clean with a final, satisfied, “Mmmnpfh~!” Not a drop was wasted. “The perks,” she said, her voice a little hoarse, “of an Atlantean physiology.”

Kara stared, her face a mask of furious arousal. “You… you swallowed his entire load?”

“Every last bit,” Mera purred, looking utterly victorious. “A tribute from me to him.”

“That’s it,” Kara said, her eyes flashing with a new, determined fire. She grabbed the hem of her cotton sweater and pulled it over her head in one swift motion, revealing her toned stomach and a simple but effective black bra that showed her firm, athletic breasts. “Blowjobs are one thing. But the real test is here.”

Mera’s smile was savage. “A superb point.” Her hands went to the buttons of her silk blouse, opening them with deliberate slowness. “Let us see which heaven he truly wishes to fuck himself raw inside. Yours or mine.”

The competition was heating up—and so was his cock. So his phone’s shrill ring was a brutal, unwelcome interruption.

Brrrring! Brrrring!

It sliced through the thick, sex-heavy car, and the pizza guy flinched, the spell broken.

Brrrring! Brrrring!

“Oh, for Rao’s sake,” Kara groaned. Her pupils begged him not to take the call, blown wide with lust. “Mmm, come on, let’s just finish this.”

“Er….”

Mera let out a low, frustrated growl that sounded like the deep ocean groaning. “Ignore it.”

Brrrring! Brrrring! Brrrr—

He groaned, a sound of genuine agony, and fumbled for the phone in his pocket. “I… I can’t. It’s the shop. It’s my job.” He answered, his voice hoarse. “Pizza Panic… Yeah… Okay… Got it."

The stare he received during the call could have killed a man.

"Umm...yeah, be right there."

He hung up, the cheap plastic phone feeling like a lead weight. He looked at the two stunning, half-naked women glaring at him, their expressions a mixture of fury and **** need. “I am so sorry. I have to… I have to go make a pizza. Delivery.”

“C-come on, you can’t just leave,” Kara said, well and truly begging. Her bra was still on, so it wasn’t as tough as he thought it would be to resist.

“A pizza,” Mera repeated, the word a curse. “You would choose dough and cheese over me?”

“It’s not a choice! It’s my responsibility. I… I have rent.” He was already pulling up his pants, tucking his still-throbbing, wet cock away, zipping up with a frustratingly mundane sound. He gave them both a truly pained, sheepish look. “I’ll be right back. I promise.”

As the pizza guy pushed the ladies aside to crawl to the driver’s seat, there were only flabbergasted expressions in return.

“W-wait…Pizza Panic…?” Kara joined him at the front, only so that Mera couldn’t take it again. “I thought it was called Gotham Pizza Co?” There was a concerning amount of suspicion in her voice. Weird…

“W-well, we have a couple online shops too. Mostly on UberEats. Pizza Panic is one of them.”

"What?" She sounded much both scared and confused.

"It's like a fake name. It's kinda common for small businesses, you know? It's not like the people who use UberEats will go and visit the shop. Whenever they do, we just say it was the old place. They buy our pizza anyway."

Kara blinked. She stared. “S-so you’re really…this isn’t some, I dunno, elaborate villain plan?”

The pizza guy looked at her in concern. “Huh? Villain plan?"

Kara went red and looked away. “N-nothing, forget I said anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah, just, uh, joking. Haha, yeah, joking."

The pizza guy cocked his head. Well, if she said so. He started driving. He actually started driving. Mera huffed and crossed her arms. At the same time, Mera eyed Kara. “Hm…”

And Kara…

Kara just chuckled. Rolling down the window, she sighed and laughed. The pizza guy didn’t get why but she seemed to suddenly like the drive. Weird, really weird.