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Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 6
🕑 Added 2021-12-18 21:47:42 +0000 UTCThe sixth of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: The Doc.
Emerging from her regeneration, not as a small cute milf, but a buff amazon with a raging libido, this Doctor made quick work of Tzim-Sha and headed off to new adventures. Physically powerful and overwhelmingly dominant, The Doc didn't waste any time exploring her new body and urges with her companion/submissive bitch, Yaz.
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“How did you do that?!” The Doctor snapped, staring at the vision as her submissive femboy self bounced happily on a fat Stenza cock. “You shouldn’t be able to guide the visions so acutely. That’s… that’s impossible.”
“What, just because you can’t?” Yaz smirked, pleased to have rattle her self-righteous friend for once. “Now come on, get us out of here or I’ll find more embarrassing versions of you.”
“Hush.” The Doctor said, already stroking her temples with her eyes squeezed shut… “There must be… ah… contact!”
‘The Doctor demands no price from their companions for the experiences they give them across almost every world in the multiverse. Yet there are variants, darker Doctors who take all their companions have and leave them hollow, and in the middle between extremes, there are variants who simply extract a single price from their so-called friends…’
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“There we are, back home.” The Doctor smiled, pushing Graham and Ryan out of the TARDIS doors and waving cheerfully. “Not a scratch on you. Plus a day spent on an alien world, something to tell the grandkids. Take care!”
She slammed the doors shut on the bewildered pair’s faces and turned back to Yaz with a smouldering look in her eyes.
“Um, shouldn’t I be getting off too?” Yaz asked, swallowing as The Doctor marched towards her, shedding her long grey coat and tossing it onto the floor. “Doctor?”
“Not yet, I want a word with you first.” The Doctor hummed, coming up the steps to the main console and planting her thick, powerful arms on either side of Yaz’s head. “See, you’re good at this, Yasmin Khan. A natural, some might say.”
“Um… thanks?” Yaz blushed, cautiously ducking underneath The Doctor’s arm and sidestepping her as the blonde turned, never letting her get out of arm’s reach. “I wasn’t exactly expecting to go to outer space… but… it was amazing, really.”
“I thought you’d enjoyed yourself.” The Doctor smiled. “So I’m going to make you an offer.”
Yaz’s brows furrowed as the blonde grinned and backed her up against a crystal pillar. “Wh… what kind of offer, exactly?”
“Stay.” The Doctor said simply. “Travel with me, let me show you the universe. All of time and space, yours to enjoy at my side.”
Yaz gulped, it was one hell of an offer, but the hunger in The Doctor’s eyes was making her nervous, and she’d never been quite so acutely aware of just how powerful her strange alien friend’s muscles were. “Why do I get the feeling there’s a catch?”
“No catch.” The Doctor hummed, pursing her lips. “Just a price, one you won’t mind paying.”
Before Yaz could ask just what that price was her answer came with The Doctor’s hands as they grabbed her by the waist and yanked her forwards. She squeaked as she was pulled off balance, only to be immediately silenced as The Doctor’s mouth sealed over her own in a smouldering kiss. Yaz let out a tiny, positively meek whimper, as The Doctor took her lower lip in her teeth and tugged on it. Her hands floundered helplessly in the air before coming down on The Doctor’s stomach, pressing hard against the rippling muscle of her abs to absolutely no effect. The Doctor’s hands were firm on her waist, her breasts pushing tight against Yaz’s own bust, her tongue sliding into Yaz’s mouth as if it owned the place.
By the time The Doctor released her, Yaz was breathless and bewildered, and still caught in the Time-lord’s grasp. “Wh… what?”
“This body is brand new.” The Doctor growled huskily, planting her lips on Yaz’s throat and kissing along the smooth brown flesh of her neck. “I’m going to try it out a little, so you can consider this you repaying me for me getting you home safe and sound.”
“You teleported me into space!” Yaz protested, pulling away as much as she could with The Doctor still gripping her waist. “Dragged me through an alien desert, almost got me blown up!”
“And I got you home safe.” The Doctor agreed, tugging her flush with her own belly, one hand rising up to stroke Yaz’s blushing cheek. “So show a little gratitude, and bend over.”
“Wah!” Yaz yelped as she was suddenly spun around, tripping and landing clumsily on the console. She barely had time to register the change in scenery before The Doctor’s hips were pressing up against her rear. “Doctor!”
“Don’t play coy, I’ve seen you looking.” The blonde cooed, stroking her palms over Yaz’s hips before sliding her thumbs through the younger girl’s beltloops. “You’re curious, so am I, so let’s find out just what this new me can do together.”
“You can’t be serious!”
The sharp smack The Doctor delivered to her ass quickly informed her otherwise, as did her friend yanking down her jeans before she’d even had time to complain.
“Gods you look tight.” The Doctor rasped in her ear, leaning down over her back and stroking a hand up over her side. “As round and soft as a peach, and I bet just as delicious too.”
“Ahn! Doctor!” Yas gasped as the blonde’s hand groped her breast. “Don’t I get a say in this?”
“You could.” The Doctor hummed, grinding her hips against Yaz’s ass, the throbbing bulge in her baggy blue pants pulsing as it nuzzled Yaz’s cheeks. “You could scream, run away, I wouldn’t follow you. Once you were outside I’d take off and you’d never so much as hear of me again… but then you would never know how it would feel… to have my fat cock driving into this sopping wet pussy.”
Yaz moaned as The Doctor’s free hand massaged her cunt through her panties, the simply black cotton already damp and sticky with arousal.
“So what’ll it be, Khan?” The Doctor asked, “Do you pull down your panties and beg for my cock, or do you run away?”
Yaz gulped, cheeks burning, and obediently tugged her underwear down.
Another harsh spank to her quivering brown butt was her reward. “Good whore.”
Yaz squeezed her eyes shut and spread her legs, steadying herself against the crystal console as the sound of fabric rustling announced The Doctor undressing herself. “Just… do it already.” She mumbled, before gasping as the searing-hot pole of The Doctor’s cock slid between her thighs, brushing the wet folds of her womanhood.
“Oh!”
“That’s right.” The Doctor hummed, taking her by the hip. “Oh!”
Yaz gasp as The Doctor slid herself inside her was breathless by comparison, but the whine as her friend hilted herself to the root was anything but.
“Holy fffffuck!”
“That’s what I like to hear.” The Doctor groaned, still pushing herself forwards even though her entire shaft was snug in Yaz’s wet embrace. “Gods you’re sssso… soft.”
“D… Doctor, be gentle.” Yaz pleaded, legs already shaking as The Doctor’s fingers sank into the pliant brown flesh of her rump.
“Not a chance!” the blonde grinned, suddenly beginning to thrust like a wild animal, her hips practically a blur as she pounded into Yaz’s pussy. “Fuck, that’s the stuff!”
Yaz howled with arousal and fell forwards against the instruments, hands clinging to the crystal tower at the centre of the console for support as The Doctor jackhammered into her. She wasn’t a virgin, Danny Biswas had seen to that way back in Year 10, but she’d never experienced anything like what The Doctor was doing to her.
“Oh shiiiiit.” She squealed, mouth open in a breathless pant as her ass jiggled and bounced from every slamming impact. “Doctorrrrr.”
“You like that hm?” The Doctor landed another spank on her ass, drawing a fresh squeak from Yaz’s lips. “You ready to stop pretending like this ass wasn’t made to be fucked?”
“You’re… too… big!”
The Doctor just laughed, grabbing Yaz by the hair and yanking her upright. The younger girl whimpered as The Doctor trapped her in a chokehold, one strong arm around her throat, the other between her thighs rubbing at her stuffed pussy.
“You love it.”
“I love it.” Yaz nodded deliriously. “I love your big cock Doctor.”
“Good slut… good whore.” The Doctor growled, burying her face against Yaz’s shoulder and pounding into her even faster.
Before long Yaz’s tight brown butt had been beaten red by The Doctor’s hips, her hair was a sweaty mess, and her tongue was lolling from her lips. The Doctor had barely slowed down at all, her arm still locked like a vice around Yaz’s throat, her free hand alternating between teasing the poor fuck-drunk girl’s clit and feeding Yaz her own nectar.
“Gods you’re so… fucking… wet.” The blonde groaned as Yaz sucked on her fingers. “Are you trying to flood the TARDIS or something?”
“Mlah.” Yaz replied, tongue swirling around The Doctor’s index finger and thoroughly slurping up all of her own arousal that had coated it.
“Bend over you fucking whore.” The Doctor grunted, gripping Yaz by the scalp and pushing her head down against the console again. “I wanna… good view… of this fat ass.”
Yaz could only think of one thing as the felt The Doctor’s pace begin to slow and her cock begin to throb inside her: ‘My mom is gonna kill me if I get knocked up by an alien at 19.’
“Not… inside!” she squeaked, hauling herself forwards as The Doctor pulled back. She whimpered as the blonde’s cock popped free of her gushing cunt, only to feel the splatter of hot, salty sperm over her flesh mere seconds later. “Oh fuck.”
“Fucking… fuck!” The Doctor moaned in agreement, frantically stroking herself off as she shot rope after rope of cum over Yaz’s plump brown behind. The shots of seed finally ended, one final, half-hearted spurt covering The Doctor’s hand as she staggered back, gasping for breath.
Yaz’s ass was painted white, ropes of spunk criss-crossing her warm flesh and beginning to ooze together even as The Doctor watched. She swallowed, slicked back her blonde hair, and smacked her sticky palm against Yaz’s ass with a satisfying ‘thwack.’
“Fuck.” Yaz whined in complaint, stuck in place bent over the console, her thighs quivering and ass dripping sperm.
“That’s the… price of… travelling with me.” The Doctor grunted. “Now… I’m gonna… go and grab some real clothes and cut this ridiculous hair… if you aren’t gone by the time I get back, I’m taking you with me, and you better believe I’m putting your ass to good use if that happens.
Yaz moaned as she heard The Doctor leave, boots tapping on the metal floors before the hiss of a door sounded her exit. This was not what she had expected her weekend to be like when she’d asked for more challenging work from her supervisor.
With a whimper, she straightened up and tried to mop up The Doctor’s seed with her ruined jacket before collapsing in an exhausted, well-fucked heap.
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“So, where’d you think we should go next?” The Doc hummed, thumbing through an alien novella as Yaz wetly throated her prick. “Past, present, future?”
“Guh.” Yaz managed, pulling free of her lover’s dick with a wet gurgle and licking her lips. “Past sounds fun.”
“Hm, guess I could stand to take a tour of the 70s.” The Doctor hummed, stroking Yaz’s braided hair before pushing her back down onto her cock. “Who says punk is dead when you’ve gotta time machine, huh?”
Yaz mumbled disinterestedly, sliding her lips down her lover/designated driver/domme’s cock until her nose was touching the soft blonde curls at her crotch. Sure, maybe whoring herself out for a tour of the universe wasn’t exactly what she’d planned to do with her life, but with how amazing the things The Doctor showed her were, and how fantastically well she fucked her, Yaz didn’t mind all that much.
She hummed and slobbered over The Doctor’s pole, thoughtfully contemplating just what else she’d like to see in between gorging herself on Time-lord sperm.
