Try to work out what's happening.

"H-hey, ladies," your head is spinning. Being the only man in the room with just one of these women would likely cause the boner from hell, but here you are with all four. No, not just with them you correct yourself; they have thrown themselves at you, embraced you, kissed you, you know what Power Girl's lips and tongue taste like now.

"Heeyyy..." the girls coo back, each arching their bodies in seductive poses, all except Starfire who crouches low, almost feline in her movements as she begins to crawl towards you, delicate fingers pulling aside the thin straps of her skimpy costume to let her perky orange breasts swing free as she crawls between your legs.

"X'hal... I'm sorry but... I can't resist..." she growls, fingers reaching out to caress you on your chest and over your boxer shorts as she grinds her nearly naked body against yours.

'Tamaranian', your brain struggles for thoughts as blood rushes elsewhere. 'High libido, low sexual boundaries. Whatever is happening, she has the worst of it.'

"It's okay," you coo, gently stroking her hair, marveling at how warm it is to the touch, resisting the urge to get lost in her big green eyes and be the one to kiss her. "Here," you reach down, unzipping your trousers. "Be a good girl."

A loud purr echoes from Starfire as she reaches into your trousers and pulls your cock free, those bright, pupilless eyes shimmer in pleasure before with a wanton moan, she closes lips with a thousand diamonds about you.

You need a few moments to focus again, your hands clutching at her hair as her tongue lavishes attention upon you, twisting in ways that a humans cannot as passionate heat surges through you.

Your mouth is free, but now ever thought and action must contend with this pleasure.

"W-Wonder Woman," you turn to the Amazon.

She still has her lasso of truth, she will not lie as long as she bears it, she is immune to mind control so long as she holds it. If any of these women can give you a meaningful answer, it is her.