Yes, unfortunately.

Mera spoke first after taking off her sunglasses, her voice colder than the Atlantic depths. “Is that a… regular occurrence?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Kara’s fists looked like they could crush stone. “That orange bitch…”

“K-Kara?”

Whatever rage was within her pupils was immediately washed over with faux joy. “Oh, nothing. Just wanted to ask about the customer. We…can smell her perfume. Smelled...expensive."

She could smell that? Really? Huh, Kara sure was incredible.

“And it seems she gave a nice tip too,” Kara added.

“She’s a good tipper, yeah,” he offered weakly.

Kara’s voice was deceptively calm, a predator’s purr. “I’ll bet she is.”

Mera slowly reached up and removed her sunglasses. Her eyes, a startling and fierce shade of blue, locked onto his. “It appears we need to have a much longer conversation about the company you keep.”

From the back seat, a low, dangerous hum of energy began to vibrate through the car’s frame. “Yeah,” Kara said. “We really do.”

The silence in the car was a physical thing, a thick, icy tension that made the air hard to breathe. He could feel the heat of two furious, jealous gazes boring into him.

Mera was the first to shatter it. Her voice was quiet, yet it carried the weight of a tsunami. “Turn the car around. Now.”

“Oh, that’s rich,” Kara snapped from the backseat. “Since when do you give the orders?”

“Since I saw a… a naked orange distraction mauling what is mine,” Mera hissed, turning in her seat to level a glare at Kara.

‘H-how did she…?’

“Yours?” Kara laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. “I was here first. I know him. I know what he likes. Do you? Or are you just a tourist slumming it on the surface?”

He gripped the steering wheel, nervous. “Um, ladies?”

“Yes?” they said in terrifying unison, their eyes flashing back to him.

“Should I start driving or, um, do you want me to drop you two home?”

Silence.

Mera’s expression softened into something far more dangerous: a predatory smile. She unbuckled her seatbelt. “He is overwhelmed. The energy of two women of our… caliber… is a lot for any mortal man.” Her hand landed on his thigh, her fingers squeezing possessively. “Perhaps he needs a demonstration of where his attention should be focused.”

Kara’s hand shot forward from the back, her grip like steel as she grabbed his shoulder. “Don’t you fucking touch him.”

“Or what, little girl?” Mera said, not breaking eye contact with him. “Will you break the car? Reveal yourself to the world? Or perhaps you’re just jealous because you know you cannot compete.”

Break the car? What was Mera talking about…?

“Compete?” Kara’s voice dripped with venomous sweetness. “I could break you in half with my pinky.”

“But can you make him scream my name with it?” Mera’s fingers began a slow, torturous crawl up his inner thigh, inching toward the growing, undeniable bulge in his pants. “An Atlantean's throat is far better suited to meet a man’s needs than any other species.”

“M-Mera, wait, should you really be telling her…?”

That was all the permission they needed. The pizza guy’s seat was pushed all the way down and he yelped.

“You want to play it that way?” Kara snarled. She was in the backseat and she took her seatbelt off. She dragged the pizza guy all the way back so that he could sit in the middle. “Let’s play. Let’s see who he really wants.”

Suddenly, both ladies were upon him. Kara to his left, Mera to his right. An ordinary college hottie and a literal queen of Atlantis.

It…didn’t make sense why this was happening. They hadn’t seen Starfire. They shouldn’t have known…!

But they did. Somehow, they did.

Mera’s fingers finally found their target, palming the thick length of him through his black pants. “Mmmph… there he is. The king I would gladly betray a throne for.” Her other hand worked his belt buckle open with an expert clink, then the button of his jeans. The zipper came down with a harsh rrrrrip that echoed in the confined car space.

Kara’s hands joined, pushing the pants and the boxers down his hips. The cool air of the car hit his heated skin, and then he was free, his cock springing up, half erect and impossibly thick, a veined monument to the insanity of the situation. Kara’s glasses were nearly knocked off.

For a heartbeat, a simultaneous, greedy gasp erupted from both women.

Ten inches of cock. Ten inches of the man they were completely addicted to. Ten inches of cock that was already riled up by Starfire…!

The pizza guy flushed. “S-sorry.”

“Fuck…!” Kara breathed, her competitive fury momentarily replaced by respect and want. Her eyes flicked up at him and she smiled softly. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Really. This thing is…perfect as it is.” She swallowed, smiling. Her blue eyes inched near his cock. He could feel the air. She seemed to want to kiss. She seemed to only see the veins and the size and everything that made his cock big and worthy. “Just…perfect.”

Mera’s eyes glowed with triumph. “A cock worthy of a queen.” She didn’t wait. She dove down, her fiery red hair cascading over his legs, and took the swollen head into her mouth.

The heat of her throat was instantaneous and sublime. Her lips formed a perfect, wet seal around him, and her tongue, impossibly soft and agile, slithered and swirled around the crown, lapping at the precum already beading there.

“No fair!” Kara pouted. She pushed Mera’s head aside—earning a muffled sound of protest—and claimed the mushroom cock for herself. The pizza guy was surprised she could move a Justice League member at all.

“K-Kara—!”

The blonde’s technique was different: less finesse, more raw hunger. She took him seven inches deep. She was much tighter, less slithery, but more forceful and faster. She took down ten inches of semi-erect cock and held him in her throat without gagging.

But then he hardened. Kara’s blue eyes twitched. As he throbbed, her eyes widened and she had to retreat.

Mera saw the opportunity and she wouldn’t be outdone forever. She focused her attention lower, her hands cupping and kneading his heavy balls while her tongue traced every throbbing vein along the underside.

“Tell me, young man,” Mera murmured against his skin, her breath cool. “Do you prefer the **** hunger of a girl… or the skilled worship of a woman?”

Kara pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lip to his shaft. Partially because it had gotten so big and partially to respond to Mera. “He prefers not having a traitorous fish-wife’s mouth on him.”

Kara attempted to deepthroat him again. She failed. Mera was one step faster.

“Your jealousy is so predictably human,” Mera said, and then she engulfed him again. The wetness of her throat was just different. It made him groan. Hearing this, Kara glared at Mera. Every groan earned a stronger glare. The Atlantean took him so deep her nose pressed into his pelvis. The feeling was incredible, her throat muscles massaging him in rippling waves.

“H-hey, you can’t just keep—grrrr!”

The moment Mera lifted up to bob his cock, Kara dipped down to please what little of the bottom of his cock existed. In that moment, reality felt fake. A blonde with glasses and a redhead with big tits were servicing him.

Big tits that were on his thighs…

“Nggh!”

Soft, strong hands gripping his thighs…

Oh, and the blowjobs and deepthroats. Those were the crux of everything but the tiny details. The glasses that were at the tip of Kara’s nose and the squished boobs of the queen, they were details that made him throb and pulse. His sack had this masculine need to just cum on them.

"M-Mera...!"

A sack that was having circles drawn by the Queen of Atlantis. She had this determined look in her eyes too. She drew a circle on the sack between the testicles, then on top of the testicles themselves. She just stared too, until Kara required a break from deepthroating his cock.

They traded him back and forth, a greedy, competition of pleasure. Kara would take him with fierce, deep strokes and Mera would then reclaim him with slow, sensual sucks, her ocean-blue eyes locked on his, her tongue doing witchcraft on his frenulum.

“Who’s better?” Kara demanded, her voice husky.

“Yeah,” Mera echoed, pulling off just enough to speak, her lips glistening. “Tell us. Who makes your monstrous dick feel better?”

The pizza guy could only moan. He tangled his hands in Mera’s silky red hair and then in Kara’s golden locks, thrusting upwards. He didn’t know how to answer, even though there was a near objective answer. All he could do was gasp, thrust, and feel their tongues lashing over the tip of his cock. They were no longer blowing or sucking, only wanting an answer.

“It’s me, right?” Kara asked. “I can deepthroat your cock way faster—!”

“I do it with passion!” Mera exclaimed.