Making your decision

You close your eyes, luxuriating in the sensation. Black Canary flutters her tongue on the tip of your cock delightfully for a few moments, before sinking her lips back down, taking you nearly to the base. "Mmm, that's good," you murmur. "You're better at this than Wonder Woman."

Power Girl stops and says "If Wonder Woman doesn't live up to your standards, Sir, I can throw her out." You open your eyes to see her staring up at you, doe-eyed. "I would be more than happy to toss out this second-rate whore" -- here she grabs Wonder Woman's hair and yanks her head back -- "to narrow your choices down to three."

Wonder Woman pulls her head free. "Kara," she says evenly, "we're in the middle of Gotham. If we fight here, innocent bystanders will get hurt."

"Oh really?" says Power Girl sweetly. "You picture it lasting that long, do you?"

You ignore their squabbling for the moment, having a considerably more pressing matter on your mind, and on your cock. Black Canary has fine control of her throat muscles, and the rhythmic contractions bring you closer and closer to climax.

"Stop!" you order suddenly. You're about to cum, and you'll never forgive yourself if you don't get to feel the most famous pair of tits in superherodom wrapped around you. "Power Girl. Titfuck," you order.

She hurries to comply, but you don't really get to experience much -- it's only a couple of seconds before you explode over her face and chest. She immediately begins to lick it off her chest, only the faintest hint of a grimace betraying her distaste for this task. She might as well not have bothered -- in your state of post-nut clarity, you are far less susceptible to the sight than you would have been a few seconds ago.

"All right, I've made my decision," you say. You pause dramatically, and all four superheroines freeze and stare at you alertly, like dogs that have just seen a squirrel. "Zatanna, you'll be my ****," you announce.

Zatanna throws her arms in the air and shouts "Yes! In your face, Di-- uh, Black Canary! You too, you two! There's more to appeal than just--"

"Wait!" protests Power Girl. "Why!? Out of all of us, she's done the least to pleasure you!"

You shrug. "Yeah," you say, "but I feel like her powers are more useful in a **** than any of yours. Don't feel bad, you were the runner-up -- super-speed could be really useful for doing chores. But her magic is--"

"Oh, shut up," Black Canary snaps. She gathers up her costume and begins to stalk off.

"Wait," you say, grabbing her arm. "I didn't say I wouldn't fuck the rest of--"

Black Canary does not have superhuman speed, you know, but you would never have guessed that fact from how quickly she moves. Her fist is at your neck, knuckles pushing against it -- if she hadn't pulled it at the last moment, your throat would have been crushed and you would currently be drowning in your own blood. "You've made your choice," she says. "Fine. You lied to us, making the rest of us think we had a chance to be chosen. That's not illegal, but if you think you've still got an all-access pass to our bodies, you're delusional. Now either you remove your hand from my arm, or I will remove it from yours."

Startled, you release her. "What--" you begin, but the rest of the sentence dies in your throat as you see the expressions Power Girl and Wonder Woman are wearing. Both are furiously glaring at you. If looks could kill... well, of course, Power Girl's looks can kill...

Suddenly aware of the danger you're in, you swallow nervously. They don't know it's a superpower, you think desperately. That's my out. Whatever happened that suddenly made them immune, they still think it was their own idea. I have to get out of here, find a bolt-hole before they realize what I did to them.

"I should probably get back to--" you begin, before Wonder Woman interrupts with another shocking pronouncement.