...fine

The pizza guy blinked again, his mind racing. This was… a lot. A lot a lot. But she was a queen, and this sounded important. Bigger than him. Bigger than pizza deliveries.

"Alright," he said finally, nodding. "If it’s that important, I’ll do it."

Mera gave him a small, grateful smile. The first real emotion he’d seen from her since he arrived. "Thank you."

The buttons undone, he started with his black shirt, pulling it over his head and handing it to her. She took it without a word, her eyes scanning him with an intensity that made his skin prickle. He did wear an undershirt, luckily. Next came his shoes, then his socks. Finally, he reached for his pants, hesitating for just a moment before unbuttoning them and letting them fall to the floor.

Here was the thing he completely forgot.

During the pizza-making session—specifically the wait time—he thought back to Supergirl. She did leave him her panties after all. He took her panties and, well, uh, jerked off to them. So when he ended up cumming and basking in the heat of it, he got dressed in a rush when he heard the beeps of the pizza being finished. He ran into his car, boxers left on the table, and here he was.

In other words, the pizza guy’s huge, flaccid cock sprang free, hanging heavily between his legs. The pizza guy flushed but pushed past the embarrassment. ‘T-this is bigger than me. This is about a kingdom and stuff,’ he told himself. A big sausage dangled as he shifted and moved to take off his pants. In a way normal penises did not.

When he looked up, he saw Mera’s next stage of emotions: shock. Utter shock. Eyes were wide and her red lips parted as she stared.

“S-sorry, forgot to, uh, wear them,” the pizza guy murmured while offering his pants to her. She did not immediately take them. Her mouth opened and closed and her eyes just kept flicking down to his cock.

"I-I-I see.” Mera tried to reach for his pants, only to miss. All because of his big dick. Upon her second attempt, she got a grip. “You are…impressive. Are all full-blooded humans… this hung?"

Full-blooded humans. Wasn’t the king…? Ah. He choked on air, his face turning crimson. "Uh… I don’t know.”

The queen had his pants and his shirt hanging from her sides. Her eyes never left his dick, and he could feel the weight of her stare like a physical touch.

"Arthur…" Mera she murmured, more to herself than to him. "He’s nothing like this."

The pizza guy swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t sure what to say—or do—so he just stood there, obedient to her scrutiny.

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he just watched as she stepped back, clutching his clothes to her chest.

"Wait here," Mera said, her voice regaining its confidence, if only for a second. "I will…I will be back soon."

And with that, she turned and disappeared into a room, leaving him standing there in nothing but an undershirt. Cock hanging out, awkward and cold. Because damn, it was cold in this lighthouse. Probably because it was close to the water.

The pizza guy let out a shaky breath. This was… insane. Completely and utterly insane. But as he stood there, waiting for whatever came next, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of anticipation building in the pit of his stomach.

The door creaked open and Mera stepped back into the room. Do you know what the pizza guy expected? For the queen to be dressed and handing him the robes to cover himself up. The queen was a queen, so of course she wasn’t going to dress in front of a commoner.