Transmission from the Justice League

A sharp, high-pitched chirp sounded in her ear, cutting through the haze of her desire. Since the pizza guy was literally next to her left ear, he heard snippets of it.

“…priority alert. All League members, report to the Watchtower immediately. I repeat, all members report in. This is not a drill…”

The synthesized voice of the Watchtower’s comms system was a bucket of ice water.

Wonder Woman swore. “Dammit.”

Her body went rigid. Duty, an impulse more deeply ingrained than even pleasure, yanked her brutally back to reality. The warmth between her legs, the weight of the man on top of her, the incredible, world-shattering connection—it all had to end. Now.

Feeling this, the pizza guy lifted himself. “O-oh, um, sorry—”

“Don’t ever apologise.” She flashed him a smile, stroking his cheek, only to receive another message. She let out a frustrated noise. The pizza guy started to extract his cock from her cunt and Wonder Woman aided in it, dragging out every inch. Schliiick! Plop, plop! Cum poured out from her pussy.

“I have to go,” she said, her voice already shifting away from a lover’s. Legs shaking, she rose to her full height of six-foot-two. She smiled at one last time. “Until next time, love.”

She blew him a kiss and flew into the skies. From night to morning, they fucked.

“Uh…” The pizza guy watched her until she was a dot, and then glanced at her discarded shorts. “She’s…not gonna show up with my cum inside her, right?”

Little did he know…she did.

When he tried to pull up his pants, he noticed another thing. The Lasso of Truth, it was still wrapped around his dick.

“W-wait, did she…”

Oh god, Wonder Woman forgot the Lasso of Truth! What the hell was he supposed to do? Yell after her? How the hell was he supposed to loosen it? It seemed Wonder Woman put the perfect amount of tightness. Like…it was there but it didn’t **** his dick.

So he softened. He waddled about, back to the alleyway, hoping no one would see him. His cock lost more and more mass until the lasso finally slipped. He was relieved. ‘If it had some magical property where it kept itself tight, I don’t know what I’d do.’

But as for the golden lasso itself, it was light. The pizza guy had never used a lasso before so it was a strange thing to have on his person.

“Seriously, where do I put this?”

He ended up putting the Lasso of Truth, the proteger of justice, into his car’s truck. Yeah, a weapon of the gods, the symbol of Wonder Woman, in the back of some random dude’s car trunk.

“Sorry, Wonder Woman.”

He looked down at the legendary golden lasso guilty before closing his car trunk. To go from being in the hands of Wonder Woman to being accompanied by a toolbox and a couple water bottles was a hell of a change. He hoped it wasn’t alive or something.

He received a text from his boss.

“Ah, crap, gotta go.”

He and Wonder Woman fucked from night till morning. Sighing, he went into his car and drove away. He hardly got a wink of sleep and now he had to go back to delivering.

“I hope my first order is somewhere far. That way, I can stop along the way and get some rest.”