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The lighthouse stood tall and solitary on the jagged Gotham coastline, its beam cutting through the fog like a blade. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of saltwater and something far more primal.

Mera, Queen of Atlantis, was perched on the edge of a wooden table, her legs spread wide, her royal composure replaced by a primal feminine, cock-hungry smirk. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white as she braced herself for what was coming next.

The pizza guy and his cock stood between her thighs. His cock—fuck, his cock—thick and throbbing, already glistening with her arousal. He wasn’t just big; he was monstrous, a weapon of pleasure that made Arthur’s look like a child’s toy. Mera couldn’t stop staring at it, her lips parted, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She’d never seen anything like it. Never felt anything like it.

It took a long time to recover from that first climax. The telepathy levelled things out between them, and yes, they both understood it was the pizza guy who had to drop down to her level. Not Mera.

His hands gripped her hips, his fingers almost reaching into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks—fuck, her ass was a masterpiece, round and full, like two perfect peaches begging to be devoured.

Her pussy was no longer gushing with his cum. Her Atlantean biology took a long, long while but after thirty minutes, it was able to suck it all up. He slapped his cock on her pussy. He waited for permission again.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me forget I’m a queen.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He didn’t need to be told twice. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her wide, filling her in ways she didn’t know were possible. This was a different position, a different angle, and without the telepathy either. This was simply raw cock.

Mera’s head snapped back, a scream tearing from her throat as pleasure exploded through her body. Her nails clawed at the table, leaving deep gouges in the wood as he began to move, his hips slamming into hers with a **** that made the entire table shake.

“Oh my POSEIDON~!!” she gasped, her eyes rolling back as he pounded into her. “Your cock—fuck—it’s so big!!! So much better than his! So much BETTER—!”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“C-cumming! CUMMMING!!! ALREADY CUMMING!!!!”

Her boobs jiggled. Mera herself picked out this position. She wanted to lay down and just get fucked. She didn’t want to ride or anything, she just wanted dick. She wanted to be rewarded for all her troubles.

“W-wait! WAIIIT!! H-HOLD ON JUST ONE SECOND! ONE SECOONNND!!” A hand touched his chest and he stopped. Mera squirmed and breathed heavily. “G-good gods…y-you make me cum…so easily…”

“It’s no problem,” the pizza guy said kindly.

“H-how did you…where, haah, did you learn this?” she asked in between breaths. “Tell me.”

“Mm…I guess porn? Other humans,” he replied.

“O-other humans…?”

Mera’s thoughts on the human world had completely flipped from that casual remark. All the terrorism, all the conflict, and her opinions went from distrusting to supremely positive.

“We can try a mating press later,” he said.

“A-a what—?”

Thrust. All twelve inches went inside. All that cock and she orgasmed. Again.

“Y-yes! YES!!! THANK YOU!! THANK YOU, HUMAN! HUMAN COCKKK! BIG HUMAN COCKKK!!!”

Only the pizza guy could give it to her. He made all this worth it.

She was his slut. And she loved it. Her breasts bouncing wildly with the **** of their fucking. Feeling herself unraveling, her orgasm scorching her mind with every stroke, every slap of skin against skin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her voice breaking as he hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. “I’m gonna cum. Oh GODS, I’m gonna CUM—!”

With a scream that could have shattered glass, Mera came undone. She couldn’t grip anything or break the table, her mind just went blank except for the sheer ecstasy of it all.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close. As soon as her orgasm began to subside, he flipped her onto her stomach, bending her over the table. If this was an ordinary woman, they wouldn’t have been able to do jack shit. But after Supergirl and Wonder Woman, the pizza guy was getting used to fucking bitches with super strength and super speed. Women who could fight for literal hours.

Her ass was in the air now and the pizza guy commented, “You did say you wanted to feel them slapping against you. This position is better for that.”

Human fingers, regardless of skin tone or calluses, were a stark contrast against Queen Mera’s alabaster skin. The broad, slick head of his cock found her entrance, and with a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside her with a wet, echoing slap.

Mera screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, her back arching. The feeling of being so utterly filled was divine, but her eyes, heavy-lidded and ****, flew to the gilded mirror on the opposite wall. This lighthouse did not belong to a rich man. It belonged to some random sailor who inherited the job through the family.

The mirror was half-cracked. The whole place was unkempt. Yet there. There. There it was. The glorious sight she craved.

With every piston-like drive of his hips, his heavy sac swung forward, smacking firmly against her ass. His cock going inside her slick, sensitive folds with a lewd, rhythmic thwap. Each impact sent a jolt of pure lightning through her clit, a secondary, breathtaking percussion to the deep, internal pounding.

This lighthouse was not worthy of Queen Mera, yet here she was, joyous and grinning and…

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

“I’M SOOO HAPPPY!!! I’M SOO HAPPY THAT I MET THIS COCCKKK!!”

Her cheeks jiggled with every thrust as he slammed into her from behind. Mera’s face was pressed against the table, drool pooling beneath her as she moaned incoherently.

“You’re welcome,” he said, slowing down. Without the telepathy, his normal self was at the forefront. His casual, sex-god attitude was back. “I guess you like being fucked like a whore?”

“Y-y-yes,” she whimpered. Though they were talking, he was still fucking her and her voice was barely audible over the sound of their bodies colliding. “Fuck me harder. Please. I need iiiiit…!”

The pizza guy chuckled. If her husband was hearing her now…phew. Still, he wasn’t going to leave a perfectly good redhead wanting. His cock pistoning in and out of her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Mera could feel another orgasm building, hotter and more intense than the last. Her fingers scrabbled at the table, searching for something to hold onto as he pounded into her.

It was like she woke up again.

“THIS IS THE BEST COCK I’VE EVER HAD~!!!!” she screamed, her voice raw with desperation. “BETTER THAN ARTHUR’S! SO MUCH FUCKING BETTER! IT’S HIS FAULT—HIS FAULT FOR NOT SEEING THROUGH HILA’S SPELL! HIS FAULT I’M HERE, TAKING THIS COCK LIKE A SLUT!!!!”

Mera came again, shaking violently as another orgasm ripped through her. This one was different—deeper, more consuming. She felt like she was falling apart, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

And still, he kept going. His cock never faltered, never slowed. He fucked her through one orgasm after another until she lost count, until she was nothing but a quivering mess on the table.

“Gonna cum…!”

“Ngghhhkskkkk…!”

That was it, she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t use telepathy. Nothing rationale was leaving her.

So he smiled and came inside her. Mera moaned weakly, her body still twitching with aftershocks as he held her ass cheeks tightly, keeping himself buried deep inside her. Since this was a normal orgasm, he rather promptly pulled out, making her whimper at the loss. He grabbed her by the chin and pulled her into a deep kiss that left her dizzy.

“S-sshoo…good…!”

When they finally broke apart, he grinned at her. “Come on, Mera, you have a mission, don’t you?”

“C-c-cock…your cockk…Arthur….!”

Talk about fucked stupid. She couldn’t even understand him anymore. He stood up straight, hands on his hips, and his dick dripping.

“Ah well. Let me put you to bed—oh, wait, pizza’s getting cold.” He glanced over and failed to notice her slipping off the table like a snail. “How about I feed you—”

Splat!

“Oh crap.”

She was on the floor, cum oozing out of her pussy, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue speaking without an ounce of logic. “...pizzaashhhkk…cocckkk…”

The pizza guy scratched his head. Just in case, he glanced around. “Hopefully Batman and Superman don’t arrive anytime soon…”