Some random pizza guy's big cock versus Wonder Woman's passion and love. Who would win? Who came on top?
Actually, who the fuck cared? It was heaven for both. For a woman capable of shattering mountains to finally submit. For a man to earn the respect of arguably the most revered woman on the planet.
Wonder Woman was a symbol of peace equal to Superman himself. She was an icon who pushed for peace between all nations and pushed for a world where women could shoulder-to-shoulder with men. It was a man's world and she took to dismantling the superiority that ordinary males believed in.
If one was to submit, they must do it in their own time and of their own accord. They must believe in it truly and fully, and not allow a system to impede it on them. That was her rationale, her belief.
Wonder Woman chose to believe and submit to this pizza delivery man. In her most private moments, none of the arrogant male Senators or Ministers she conversed with realized that she took part in it. She wanted to worship men and their cocks. She simply hadn't found the right man for the job.
"A worthy offering," she purred.
Until now.
Before he could even process the compliment, her hands were on him again. Not gentle, not asking. Commanding. She rose to her full, imposing height in a single, fluid motion, the golden armor of her bodice glinting in the slivers of alley light. The Amazon hauled him up from his slumped position against the brick as if he were made of straw, pinning him firmly to the cold wall with her body.
Her lasso had a firm grip on his cock. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the pulse he could feel throbbing in his own, now painfully hard, cock.
"You said anything," Wonder Woman whispered in a low thrum that vibrated through his very bones. Her lips were inches from his, tasting warm and sweet. "The truth of that vow still binds you."
"Yes," he gasped, the word torn from him. It was the truth. He was hers.
A triumphant, dangerous smile touched her lips. With one hand still splayed on his chest, holding him in place, she used the other to hike up the deep red skirt of her battle attire and rip apart her shorts. The movement was swift and utterly devoid of shyness. She guided his cock by tugging on the lasso.
And then she was guiding him in.
The head of his cock found her entrance, slick and impossibly hot. Wonder Woman didn't ease onto him; she took him, sinking down in one smooth, devastating motion that stole the air from both their lungs. He cried out, a ragged sound of pure shock and pleasure, as her tight, velvety cunt enveloped him completely.
"Gods…"
Her cunt had NEVER stretched this much to accommodate a mere man. Yet here she was, Wonder Woman, attempting to grant an impossible girth.
Wonder Woman breathed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Her head tipped back, a faint sheen of sweat already gracing her powerful throat. Her inner muscles clenched around him, an involuntary, powerful spasm of pleasure that made him see stars. "No man… no god has ever filled me like this."
She looked down at him. She heaved and smiled. She had done this before, though the pizza guy did not realize it. She was Diana Prince, the woman he had seduced him at the elevator and fucked in her room.
So she could do it. She could take it.
Wonder Woman began to move, a slow, rolling grind of her hips that was pure torture. He was pinned, utterly at her mercy, able only to feel. And what he felt was overwhelming. He could feel every inch of her, every perfect, clenching detail.
His hands, which had been limp at his sides, found a purpose. They slid down the muscular curve of her back until they slipped beneath the hem of her skirt. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass. A gorgeous ass like Wonder Woman's greeted him with its firmness. It made him groan aloud.
It was perfect. Each cheek was a firm, round globe, tightly muscled from a lifetime of combat and training, yet yielding and impossibly soft to the touch. He kneaded the lush flesh, feeling the powerful muscles flex and release with every one of her movements. It was the ass of a warrior, a goddess—strong enough to break a man in half, yet feeling like heaven in his hands.
"C-c-cumming…!" Wonder Woman stammered out. "Your cock! Y-your divine cock! Oh fuck—! Oh Hera—!"
She didn't slow down. Diana Prince, oh maybe, but Wonder Woman? Never. Her willpower forced her to keep going. In fact, she increased her pace. She dropped down faster and harder, her breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts against his neck. Each time she drove herself down onto him, he felt her pussy ripple around his shaft. He was helpless, a passenger on a ride of her making, hurtling toward a peak he knew would shatter him.
But if he grabbed her ass and started fucking her—
"Ngggh!"
Ah, but remember, she didn't need her pussy. Her fingers were still coiled around her lasso.
Cue the subtle tug.
Cue the pizza guy cumming.
It was like a lightning strike directly to his spine. The golden magic didn't just bind him; it amplified him, connecting directly to the core of his pleasure. His balls felt like they tripled in size even though they physically didn't. A torrent of pure, undiluted cum exploded from him and into her pussy. His vision whited out as he came, a guttural roar tearing from his throat. Pulse after thunderous pulse flooded her depths, hot and seemingly endless.
Diana's rhythm stuttered, her own cry joining his. Her pussy clamped down on him, milking him for every drop, her inner walls convulsing around his shaft.
He kept cumming and cumming and she half-expected him to go soft. But this pizza guy…
"S-s-still hard?" Wonder Woman gasped and kept fucking him. Her tone of voice was thick with stunned, euphoric wonder. "Y-you really don't—ngggh! G-go soft, do you, young man!"
The authority of Wonder Woman momentarily returned, only to be reminded of the cum sloshing in her womb and the cock she was riding.
But she didn't stop. She couldn't.
"I-I am Wonder Woman," she declared, mostly to herself. It wasn't like the pizza guy was arrogant. She was saying it to hype herself up. "I-I will not—I won't…nngghhh! I won't!"
Won't orgasm? Too late.
More frantic, more desperate, that was what she was becoming. She felt like fucking him on her own terms, but if he decided to grab her booty and fuck her instead….
"Ngggh! I won't!
She wouldn't lose. She couldn't. She could fight at the speed of light. She could defeat Ares. She could do anything.
"I won't lose to this—to this COCK!!"
Ah, she orgasmed. She tightened up hard and she nearly released her lasso. She just barely managed to keep herself upright and stay conscious. Cum splattered and stained her pussy walls along with it. It felt TOO fucking good…!
His knees buckled, but the wall held him up. She supported him, her arms wrapping around him, pulling his body tighter against hers as she fucked him with a fervor he could never have imagined.
She kissed him then, a clash of tongue that was more battle than romance. It was raw, claiming, primal. He could taste herself on his lips, a musky, intimate flavor that sent another jolt through his oversensitized system.
She broke the kiss, her forehead resting against his. Her blue eyes, dark with passion and something like awe, locked onto his.
"Y-you! You and your cock! You are a marvel," Wonder Woman breathed, her hips still moving in a slow, circular grind that made him whimper. "A mortal man… with a cock far surpassing that of any god." Her fingers trailed over the lasso, still wrapped firmly around his base. "A-any god, I say! A-a-any!"
Her lips crashed back onto his, not an invitation but a command. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, a slick, dominant invasion that stole what little breath he had left.
"Cum again!"
Her hand tugged on the Lasso of Truth. He cried out against her mouth, a guttural, broken sound. He came all the while still impossibly harder than ever, the golden coil of the lasso seeming to pump pure, undiluted sensation directly into his balls.
Spurt, spurt, spuuuurt! Spuuurt!
So much cum. Far too much to the point that this time around, a majority of the thick, gooey seed fell between her thighs.
The pizza guy's world dissolved into a nova of white-hot pleasure. His hips jerked violently, and Wonder Woman gasped as his cock escaped her cunt. He slapped against her stomach and another torrent of cum erupted from him, splashing on her chest plate, dripping in thick, pearlescent strands down the hardened gold. The pizza guy wanted to stammer out an apology, only for his balls to unleash another rope of cum that reached her face. His balls and his body were seizing, every muscle taut as a bowstring.
Wonder Woman shuddered. She watched the evidence of this divine power coat her armor and even her face and some parts of her beautiful hair. Her eyes were dark with a hunger that was entirely new. She loved it. She loved the visual proof of the overwhelming effect she had on him, the raw, animalistic surrender.
Just when his cock was about to stop…
"Again," Wonder Woman said.
She tugged.
He came again. Cum burst out. Perhaps because she was fascinated, perhaps because she wanted to test him, but in the middle of that orgasm, she tugged again.
"Again."
She didn't give him a moment to recover. Her grip tightened and she began to pump him in earnest, a ruthless, perfect rhythm. A total of seven, eight, nine tugs. A shocking, full-body orgasm tore through the pizza guy. He couldn't even groan anymore; he could only release a choked, airless gasp as another volley shot from him, adding to the mess that gleamed on her breastplate.
"By Hera, you are—" A splurt of cum hit her lips and she had to lick it away to finish her sentence, "...a fountain."
He came and he came and he came. For nearly six minutes straight, his balls ached and spewed manly seed on the world's most famous woman. This heaven lasted until the pizza guy wheezed, the spell the Lasso of Truth cast dissipated, and his cock drooped down. He wasn't soft but he certainly wasn't hard. A wet, hefty schlong that had experienced magic that it never would have from anyone else.
Only Wonder Woman could do this.
Only Wonder Woman could say, "Mmm, you did an amazing job. I believe it is time I paid in kind."
She dropped to her knees. The Gotham City cobblestones were hard beneath her, but she paid them no mind. Her focus was absolute. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of warrior's triumph and sheer slutty hunger that was utterly disarming. The great Wonder Woman, on her knees for a pizza delivery boy.
She didn't just take him into her mouth. She worshipped him. Her tongue, broad and wet, laved a thick stripe up the entire, hypersensitive length of him, collecting the beads of his continued, smaller releases. The leftovers that had nowhere to go.
Then she swallowed him down to the root in one smooth, practiced motion.
The heat was unimaginable. The pressure, divine. Her throat constricted around the head of his cock, massaging him, and another orgasm, smaller but no less intense, was milked from him directly down her throat.
Wonder Woman suspected the Lasso of Truth had momentarily placed his cock into a state of hypersensitivity. Any deepthroats and blowjobs and he would pop like a cracker, at least until his balls emptied out.
Which they weren't.
Wonder Woman drank it greedily, a deep, satisfied sound echoing around him. She pulled back, lips slick and swollen, and grinned up at him. "The truth is, you almost taste even better than you look."
"A-almost?"
She smiled. "Mhm. You don't find yourself cute?"
"N-no, not really…"
"Then allow me to prove otherwise~!"
She slapped his cock against her cheek. She smiled cutely.
Then she swallowed his cock and set a brutal pace, bobbing her head up and down, up and down, taking him impossibly deep each time. Each descent of her mouth, each skilled flick of her tongue, each constriction of her throat triggered another helpless, shuddering climax from him. He was a prisoner of pleasure, chained to the phantom magic of the Lasso of Truth and Wonder Woman's dedication.
He lost count.
He lost all sense of time and place. There was only her, and the endless, world-shattering peak she kept him suspended in.
Finally, with a gasp, she released him, a thin strand of saliva and seed connecting her lip to his throbbing crown. "Mmm, that was how many orgasms? Seven? And your balls still do not and your cock still does not droop."
"T-thanks…?"
"You are like no man I have ever met. I need to feel you inside me again." Wonder Woman, a greedy woman now. "Now."
In one effortless motion, she surged to her feet, grabbed him by the shoulders, and threw him onto the ground. He landed on his back on the cold pavement. She was on him in an instant, straddling his hips, her powerful thighs caging him. Her cunt was already dripping and some of it flung onto his shirt.
The Wonder Pussy sank down onto him in one devastating second.
He cried out, his hands flying to her hips, feeling the incredible, dense pussy there as she began to move. She rode him like she rode the winds of Themyscira—with absolute command, a powerful, rolling rhythm that stole his mind. Her head was thrown back, her dark hair cascading down her back, a goddess lost in ecstasy.
"Oh Hera, oh Hera, OH HERRRAAA!!! I THINK I'M CUMMIIINNGGG!!!"
Each time she rose up, his slick, huge length almost leaving her, before she plunged back down, taking him to the hilt, sheathing him completely in her incredible heat.
"I-I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk! I-I will!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The head throwing. The gasping. The whimpers. Wonder Woman's words sounded empty.
They fucked like that for what felt like an eternity, when in reality it was five minutes. The moon travelled across the sky. He was still bound by the lasso, each sensation amplified a thousandfold, each of her inner flutters a new, shocking pleasure.
But slowly, imperceptibly at first, a shift began to occur. The pace she had set was furious, demanding. But he was not a mere mortal anymore; he was something else, a being of pure, sexual energy fueled by her own magical artifact. His hips began to move on their own, meeting her downward thrusts with an upward surge of his own.
A tiny frown marred Diana's brow. She tried to reassert her rhythm, to dominate the pace, but his body responded with a power that pushed back. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of her incredible ass, and he began to pound up into her.
"Wha—?" she gasped, her eyes flying open in shock.
He was driving into her now, his thrusts becoming deeper, more powerful, more animalistic. The tables had turned. The predator had become the prey. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her, crushing her against his chest as he fucked up into her from beneath. The cold metal of her breastplate pressed against his skin, a stark contrast to the burning heat between them.
His balls slapped up and up and up. His cock pistoned up, up, and up.
"N-no…! No! W-wait…"
Wonder Woman moaned, but it was a moan of overwhelmed pleasure, not protest. Her own composure was crumbling. Her powerful thighs, which had held him captive, began to tremble. Her head fell onto his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants against his neck.
"Oh fuck, oh HERA!!! YOU'RE MAKING ME ADDICTED TO THIISSS!!!"
Her face left his neck. She released the lasso and kissed him. She furiously made-out with him.
The first faint light of dawn began to filter into the alley, painting the scene in hues of pale grey and gold. Now that her hands were no longer on the Lasso of Truth, it was the pizza guy's turn. He rolled her over onto her hands and knees, her magnificent, round ass presented to him. He didn't hesitate. He drove into her pusy from behind.
A whimper escaped her lips. A true, broken, submissive whimper. It was one thing to lose herself as Diana, the woman. It was another thing entirely to be conquered as Wonder Woman, the warrior. Her strength, her centuries of training, her divine power—none of it mattered against this. This was a force of nature. This cock was far beyond any god.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Oh, gods," she cried out, her voice muffled against the pavement as he pounded into her, his hands holding her hips steady. "How… how are you…?"
He didn't say a word. He just clapped her cheeks. He made Wonder Woman gasp and moan, all the while in costume. Her skirt was technically still, only that the shorts underneath were taken off. She didn't wear panties, that would be pervy.
But if she got here and now, getting fucked by a man in a Gotham back alley…
Her reputation would be forever tarnished.
"CUMMMIIIING!! THIS COCK IS MAKING ME CUMMM!!!"
Her confusion was palpable, her submission complete. The mighty Amazon princess was being fucked senseless in a dirty alley, and all she could do was take it and whimper, her body shaking with a pleasure so intense it felt like defeat.
Bent over, getting fucked, it wasn't right for her but it somehow was.
"Hey, now that the light is coming up…" CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! The pizza casually looked up at the sky. "Shouldn't we do this somewhere else?"
A casual question that was met with a pathetic, cock-broken answer.
"Please don't stop!!! PLEASEE!!"
Her own legendary physical and mental strength seemed to evaporate under his cock's touch, replaced by a trembling, breathless need.
He didn't speak. He just looked down at her. He smiled and then he was driving into her, a single, devastating thrust that buried him to the hilt. A punched-out gasp escaped Diana's lips, her head falling back against the ground.
This was different. This wasn't the frantic, overwhelming power Wonder Woman displayed. This was controlled. Purposeful. Each thrust was a deliberate, powerful claim, a piston-driven rhythm that hammered into the very core of her. Her Amazonian strength, her warrior's discipline—it all melted away under this glorious cock assault.
"Yesss," she hissed, the word a ragged breath. "Don't hold back! Use your manly cock to FUCK me!"
Her eyes rolled back. She didn't bother grinning as she slobbered like an animal. She looked oh-so beautiful on the cameras and on the newspaper. Right now, however, she looked stupid. She looked completely different. Still beautiful and blue-eyed with luscious black hair.
She was a classic beauty. Red lips, symmetrical, strong features, and ideal proportions. A big rack typically contained in her superhero costume, though hinting at it through a modest cut of the armour, and an amazing ass hidden by her skirt.
All these features, all this beauty, and it melted when this young man was around.
He was everywhere. The scent of him, sweat and man and pure arousal, filled her senses. The sight of his focused, intense expression behind her. The unbelievable feeling of his dick, so deep inside her, stretching her, filling her in a way she had never known was possible.
Her breath hitched with every impact, her moans growing louder, less controlled. She was the Princess of Themyscira, a demigoddess, and she was being utterly mastered in a grimy alley by a mortal. The thought should have shamed her. It should have ignited her pride.
Instead, it set her on fire.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her booty slammed back. Her booty wanted this dick deeper and deeper and harder.
"Wonder Woman…!" he growled, the first word he'd spoken since taking control.
"M-my name is—"
Cut off by an orgasm.
"Your name? Don't worry about that," he said. "Let me just—"
Fuck you.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"You're Wonder Woman. Your pussy is wonderful, that's all the matters!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
It was the respect on his lips that shattered her completely. He didn't mean her, he respected her as Wonder Woman.
Could a man still have respect for a woman that he was turning into a whore? The answer was yes.
Her back arched as her orgasm ripped through her, a silent, seismic wave of pleasure that left her vision spotting. Her internal muscles clenched around him, milking him, pulling him deeper still.
That was his undoing too.
With a final, earth-shattering thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go. She felt the hot, sudden pulse of his release as he came inside her, a torrential flood that seemed to go on and on, filling her up in a way that was both possessive and uniquely intimate. A long, shuddering groan was torn from his chest as he emptied himself into her.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing mingling in the cool air. He collapsed onto her. Wonder Woman herself did not fall, fortunately. She stayed on all fours, her pussy tugging on his cock, not wanting the connection to break. The warmth of his seed inside her was a shocking, possessive brand.
She grabbed his face and kissed him. She then nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his scent, feeling more like a woman and less like a symbol than she had in centuries. Her voice was husky, thick with spent passion and a dawning, desperate need for more. "Again," she whispered against his skin, her hips giving a slight, involuntary roll. "Don't stop. Keep fucking me. I need—"
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 choke 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."
***
His first order was neither far nor was it boring. It was a very, very important place.
Knock, knock!
The delivery man shifted the warm pizza box in his hands, the familiar cardboard scent doing little to calm his nerves. Fourth floor. Apartment 4B. He knew the route by heart now. He took a breath, knocked three times on the reinforced steel door, and braced himself.
The door swung open instantly, as if she'd been waiting right behind it.
And there she was. Again.
Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, known to her neighbors as Kori, stood framed in the doorway, bathed in the warm light of her apartment. And she was, as had become her baffling custom, gloriously, utterly nude.
Gulp.
His throat went dry. His eyes, against his will, performed their own frantic inventory. They skated over the smooth, vibrant orange skin of her stomach, journeyed up to the full, heavy bare breasts, and finally, shamefully, darted down to her pussy.
'N-no panties this time, huh?'
He forced his gaze back up to her beaming face, his own cheeks burning.
"Hello again, pizza man!" Starfire chirped, her voice a melody of genuine delight. Her green eyes sparkled with unrestrained joy. "You arrived with most splendid timing!"
"Uh. Yeah. Hi." He managed to stammer out, holding the box like a shield. The warmth from it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from her.
"Please, enter!" Starfire said, stepping back and sweeping an arm inward in a grand, welcoming gesture. The movement made everything… jiggle. He stepped inside, his work boots sounding too loud on the polished floor.
The apartment was a study in contrasts. One side was explosively colorful, with silks draped over furniture and strange glowing crystals on shelves. The other was austere, dominated by bookshelves and a single, simple meditation cushion. It was…completely different from his last visit.
'Is this her boyfriend's doing? No, definitely not. I don't think he lives with her.'
He found who was responsible. It was a short-haired woman with dark hair and dark eyes. She was leaning against the kitchen counter with an air of profound boredom.
This young woman was dressed, thankfully, though the outfit did little to quell his racing heart. A loose, dark gray hoodie hung off her slight frame, the sleeves covering her hands. It was paired with a simple pair of black cotton panties, leaving her pale, shapely legs completely bare. Her expression was a flat, unreadable mask, but her dark, almost black eyes were fixed on the pizza box.
"Took you long enough," she stated, her voice a low, cool murmur that was the absolute opposite of Starfire's sunny tones. No doubt, this newcomer was responsible for the change in the apartment.
Starfire clapped her hands together. "But he is here now, Raven! I told you, his pizza is amazing! He doesn't just make them amazing, he brings them amazingly fast!" Before he could react, Starfire moved. In a flash of surprising strength and speed, she wrapped him in a crushing, enthusiastic hug, pulling the pizza box tight between them.
Oh god.
His face was plunged into the incredible softness of her chest. The scent of her—something like sunshine and exotic flowers—filled his senses. The warm, pliant flesh molded against his cheeks, and he stood there, stiff as a board, desperately trying to remember how to breathe. The cardboard edge of the pizza box dug into his stomach.
"He always hands me the food! A hug is in the order, don't you think?" Starfire smiled, her boobs rubbing against his cheek, and ended up hugging him deeper. She seemed to really like hugging or like rubbing her boobs to men's faces. Either or, the pizza guy was lucky.
"Kori," Raven said, her tone drier than the desert. "The human requires oxygen to continue living. And we require the pizza."
"Oh!" Starfire released him with a happy laugh, seemingly oblivious to his deep blush and stunned expression. "My apologies! I was merely expressing my gratitude!"
He stumbled back a step, adjusting his grip on the now slightly crushed box. "S'okay," he mumbled, setting the pizza box down on the counter Raven was leaning against. "That'll be twenty-eight fifty."
Raven pushed off the counter, plucking a folded stack of bills from the hoodie's pocket. She handed it over without a word. As his fingers brushed against hers to take the money, he felt a strange, static chill. Raven didn't flinch, but her eyes narrowed, her head tilting just a fraction.
He started counting the cash. He didn't usually count but with a naked chick around, he took his time.
'Black panties, huh...'
His eyes could check the cash and check this goth chick out. Her face… pale, sharp, and mesmerizing in a way that wasn't loud or obvious but instead pulled at you, demanded you look longer. Her skin was porcelain-pale, the kind of complexion that made her violet-black hair—straight, silky, and cut neatly to brush her shoulders—all the more striking. Stray strands framed her face, catching against her lips when she shifted, and her lips… hell, they were soft-looking, faintly flushed, like they'd never once known the crack of a smile yet still carried a quiet allure.
Then there were her eyes.
A deep, smoky violet, heavy-lidded, gazing at him like she'd already picked apart every thought rattling around in his head. It wasn't just eye contact—it was being read. He nearly dropped a bill when their gazes locked, heartbeat kicking into overdrive.
But he kept counting. Slowly, methodically, and licked his fingers to make sure there weren't any issues.
"S-sorry, we get a lot of fraud here in Gotham."
Raven didn't seem notice he was checking her out. She nodded politely, like a newcomer learning. "I understand."
The hoodie was long, but not long enough to hide the stark, casual reveal of her black cotton panties. Just that. Bare, pale thighs stretched down from the hem of the hoodie, smooth and shapely in a way that made his mouth dry. Her legs weren't muscular like Diana's or toned like Kara's; they were softer, deceptively delicate, the kind you imagined tangled with sheets in low light. The contrast of her ghostly skin against the dark fabric she wore gave her this… ethereal quality.
And then, because he was a man and his peripheral vision had zero self-control, he focused on her panties. Then he was done.
Twenty, a five, three ones. Plus a five-dollar tip on top. Nice.
When he was done counting, he realized Raven hadn't looked away. She was just… staring. It was ten times more obvious than he had been. Her gaze was intense, piercing, as if she were looking through him instead of at him.
"Your aura…" Raven murmured, more to herself than to him. "It's… peculiar."
A five-dollar bill held between his fingers. "My what?"
Raven blinked slowly, her dark eyes focusing properly on him. "An aura. The emanation of your soul. It's… unusually bright. It is as if… the universe itself regards you with a peculiar fondness." She shook her head, a tiny, almost imperceptible motion. "A trick of the light. Forget I said anything."
Starfire, however, was not about to forget. She looked between her stoic friend and the utterly bewildered pizza delivery guy, and a brilliant, knowing grin spread across her face. She brought her hands up to her cheeks in delight.
"Oh my!" she gasped, her voice dripping with playful implication. "Raven! Is this a moment of…" She laughed. "Do you perhaps harbor a crush?"
Raven's flat look could have frozen lava. "What."
The pizza guy blinked. 'Same, what? She literally just looked at me.'
"Denial is a classic component of the human mating ritual." She laughed again and moved with that alien quickness again, this time wrapping a strong arm around the pizza guy's shoulders and pulling herself down to his level. She leaned in, her lips near his ear, and whispered in a conspiratorial tone that was anything but quiet. Her big boobs pressed against his arm, shoulder and back. "Raven is often most shy. Would you like me to provide you with her digits?"
He was back in heaven. Her whispered words were a warm breeze against his ear, but his entire world had narrowed to the incredible, soft pressure against his bicep. He could smell her hair. He could feel the smoothness of her skin.
"Koriand'r," Raven intoned, her voice laced with a warning that seemed to make the room's temperature drop a few degrees. "Personal space. Remember what we talked about.
Starfire pouted, a genuinely disappointed expression, but she let him go. "I am only attempting to be a helpful friend!"
"The helpful thing would be to let him leave with his sanity intact," Raven said, picking up the pizza box and turning away, dismissing them both.
Flustered, the pizza guy shoved the money into his delivery pouch and made for the door. Starfire skipped along beside him. As he stepped out into the hallway, she caught his hand. For a terrifying, thrilling second, he thought she was going to pull him back in.
Instead, she squeezed his fingers, and he felt the crisp corner of a folded piece of paper pressed into his palm.
Starfire gave him a brilliant, blinding wink. "Someone had to do the same for me and Dick! Bye-bye!"
'You and what—'
The heavy apartment door clicked shut with a final, soft thud, leaving him alone in the silent hallway. He stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door. Slowly, he unfolded the paper. Scrawled in looping, enthusiastic handwriting was a seven-digit phone number, and below it, a name: Raven.