The Doctor and Yaz's night of passion continues aboard the Tardis into the next morning, with both women learning a little more about one another's true desires.
A quiet, contented, sleepy little moan drifted through the cosy chamber that was Yaz’s bedroom aboard the Tardis.
It was a small room, but not a cramped one, and like the Tardis itself it managed to fit so much more inside it than anyone would have expected. Shelves were dotted with mementos from her travels, bits and pieces she’d brought from home, and odd gifts and nicknacks that The Doctor had given her either intentionally or completely without thought.
An iridescent Myzoolium flower, for example, had been gently tucked behind Yaz’s ear on a starlit balcony, in a moment Yaz had thought The Doctor was about to kiss her, and now held a place of honour in a stasis pot. Just beside it was a fist-sized topaz, cut into a faceted sphere, which The Doctor had just tossed to her whilst routing through a mountain of dirt as she tried to pursue a nine-foot humanoid mole, saying it complimented her complexion.
Yaz had always treasured the trinkets and relics The Doctor had given to her, but as her lashes fluttered open, she found an entirely different trophy had joined the collection: The Doctor herself.
“Morning sleepyhead.” The Doctor cooed softly, lips brushing Yaz’ collarbone as she lay beside her and traced a lazy circle around the human girl’s navel with a finger.
“Wow.” Yaz moaned. “Last night we… that was… thank you.”
“Mmmm, you’re welcome.” The Doctor’s lips worked their way up to Yaz’s earlobe and gently sucked on it, as her finger traced a meandering path down to the hairless brown mound of Yaz’s womanhood.
The faint tingle of excitement that bloomed as The Doctor stroked the tender flesh just above Yaz’s bare cunt brought back a flash of memory. Yaz bit her lip, arching herself against The Doctor, as she remembered the orgasmic sensation of the sonic screwdriver buzzing against her gushing pussy, dislodging every last fibre of hair below her head with a fantastic tickling sensation.
The Doctor had washed the fallen fuzz away with some exotically scented oil, and as Yaz had been left bare, supple, and glistening for the Time-lord to enjoy, she had devoured her.
As she was about to do again right now.
“Oh f… fuck.” Yaz moaned as The Doctor kissed her way down her body from her neck to her navel, paying special attention to the soft brown swell of her breast with a lashing tongue, before creeping down between her legs. “Doctor…”
The blonde chuckled softly, kissing Yaz’s inner thighs one after the other, her breath tickling teasingly over the slick petals just millimetres away from her lips. “Yes Yaz?”
“Please… please eat my pussy again.”
The Doctor pursed her lips in a mischievous smirk and stroked her palms over Yaz’s hips. “Would you like that, Yaz?”
“Mmhn, yes please.”
“You would like me to tonguefuck your cute little human cunny?”
“Please doctor!”
“Hmmm, alright.” The Doctor said after a drawn-out sigh and dragged her tongue across the length of Yaz’s petals with one long, slow lick.
Yaz groaned, clenching her teeth as the Doctor sealed her lips over her cunt and coiled her tongue like a serpent inside her. For a moment she was in ecstasy, just as she had been as The Doctor’s fingers had explored her the night before, but then The Doctor recoiled and smiled up at her again.
“You see Yaz, good communication is essential for good sex. If your partner doesn’t know what you want, how can they give it to you?”
“What?” Yaz frowned, trying to roll her hips upwards to push her petals back into the Doctor’s face.
The blonde tutted and gave her another loving lick and a few more seconds of delicious tonguing before pulling away again and kissing her thigh. “You want to see the universe, feel all the pleasure the stars have on offer, you’ve gotta be honest with me, and yourself.”
“Is this r… really the time?” Yaz whined, hands snaking down to The Doctor’s head and tangling in her golden hair. She tried to pull, to coax the Time-lord’s head back to her womanhood, but The Doctor held herself in place, pushing back against her grip.
“I teach by example.” The Doctor smiled, pretending she hadn’t noticed. “Be honest with me, and I’ll eat your cute little pussy until you melt.”
“Nng. O… ok fine… what do you want to kn… know?”
“You liked it when that employee walked in on us, didn’t you?”
The Doctor punctuated her question by blowing a long, cool breath over Yaz’s glistening folds, making her whimper pitifully.
“Yes.”
The Doctor pressed her lips to Yaz and sucked hungrily for a few seconds.
“And you liked running back to the Tardis, showing off your body, all the looks and stares, didn’t you?”
“Y… yes.”
The Doctor’s tongue pushed deep inside Yaz, curling and dragging against her walls before pulling out torturously slow.
“You loooved eating out my pretty pink pussy, didn’t you Yazzie?”
Yaz chewed her lip. “Yeah… yeah I did.”
This time The Doctor rewarded her for almost a full minute, Yaz’s toes curling and breaths coming in hard, hot gasps as she tickled the brink of orgasm, and then was left to come down yet again.
“What did you like best so far though… Yasmin Khan?” The Doctor asked sweetly, her tone teasing, her beautiful face wearing an infuriatingly self-satisfied grin.
Yaz moaned and felt the resistance against her grip lessen suddenly. She swallowed, stroking the Doctor’s scalp cautiously for an instant before…
“Mhhhm!” The Doctor moaned as Yaz clutched her face flush against her cunt, mashing her mouth against her petals and not letting her leave for an instant.
Instead of fighting, The Doctor surrendered to Yaz, nuzzling her face tight against her and beginning to inhale her cunt ravenously.
“I liked you eating my cunt!” Yaz barked, bucking her hips against the Doctor’s face. “So stop teasing and tonguefuck me already!”
The Doctor purred and happily obliged, her hands squeezing Yaz’s thighs as she smothered herself in human pussy. Her tongue explored every last inch of wet pink pussy she could reach, her rosy lips kissing the hairless brown petals being forced against her lovingly. As Yaz thrust against her face, she matched her motions with her tongue, rewarding every pump with a curl or a flick or a long, indulgent slurp, until at last Yaz was squealing with bliss.
“See?” The Doctor smiled, wiping her lips with the back of a hand. “Communication.”
“I need a shower.” Yaz moaned weakly, feeling her skin stick to the messy sheets below her.
“Good idea.” The Doctor leapt to her feet cheerfully and sashaying away. “I’ll get the water running, don’t keep me waiting.”
Pap
Pap
Pap
“Oh… god… that’s so… fucking… good!” Yaz sobbed, tilting her head into the stream of steaming water cascading down onto her naked body. Her slippery brown tits brushed against The Doctor’s chest as they moaned and bounced their glistening asses against the glass walls of the shower.
As soon as Yaz had stepped into her bathroom she had been greeted by The Doctor’s glorious naked body, already wet and dripping as she pressed her breasts against the glass front of the shower cubicle. On either side, being seductively stroked, were two fat suction-cup dildos, each one already dripping with hot soapy water.
She hadn’t wasted any time in leaping into the shower, letting the Doctor lather her from head to toe in thick, sweet-scented suds, and backing her fat brown butt right onto the silicon shaft lovingly prepared for her.
“Mmhn… and if it feels good?” The Doctor asked, her fingers interlaced with Yaz’s, her own tight time-lord ass clapping against the glass wall bearing her own dildo. They matched thrusts, the wet smacks of asses meeting the shower walls echoing off the steam-filled room, joining moans and groans of shameless lust in the heavy air.
“It is good!” Yaz finished. “A… anything that feels this good is… is fucking great!”
The Doctor kissed her proudly, tongue coiling and tangling with Yaz’s own as she began to bounce herself harder and faster. Yaz followed suit, her knees quaking and her butt blushing as they both hammered out an ever-quickening drumbeat on the shower walls.
Yaz groaned as she came again, falling into The Doctor who pounded herself back a few more shuddering times before coming to rest. “Mhhnnn that’s how to start a morning.”
“I could… get used to it.” Yaz smiled, and let The Doctor tug her out of the divine warmth of the water to dry off.
“Where are we going?” Yaz asked, voice loud to cut through the sound of the hairdryer blasting her dark curls. She had thrown a purple t-shirt she had found in the Tardis wardrobe over herself, but under it’s oversized and surprisingly soft fabric, she was nude as a babe. For the first time though, she didn’t feel a lick of self-consciousness or shame, just a low, purring thrill as she felt the Tardis air caress her legs.
Across the console room The Doctor was poking and prodding at controls seemingly at random, but Yaz knew there must have been some kind of method to her madness.
Her alien best friend turned fuckbuddy had somehow plucked a gorgeous silver velure robe out of nowhere, that swished and pooled around her feet in a vast fluffy puddle. She hadn’t bothered to tie it up properly, the glossy velvetine belt bound so loosely that the two sides of the robe parted completely around The Doctor’s chest with even the smallest motion as she circled the console.
“Back home, for you anyway.” The Doctor smiled, reaching to push a few buttons and letting her breasts slide easily into view. “Or near abouts. Cardiff, specifically.”
Yaz shut off the hairdryer and ran her fingers through her hair, frowning. “Cardiff? Like, Cardiff Wales?”
“Yup, there’s this big interdimensional temporal rift running right through the bay, leaks out artron energy and chronotrons and all the stuff a Tardis needs to run.”
“So, it’s a space petrol station?” Yaz chuckled. “Bet the Welsh would be thrilled to hear that.”
She gave the doctor a quick up down, admiring her leg as it slipped from beneath the robe from toe to thigh, and bit her lip. With a feigned nonchalance, she leaned forwards to inspect the console, lifting up on her tiptoes and pushing her backside out, feeling the cool air brush her ass as the baggy t-shirt lifted.
The Doctor continued her circle smoothly right until she passed behind Yaz, pausing just a half-step as she ogled Yaz’s butt before coming to a halt with on final flourishing lever pull.
The Tardis wheezed into action, crystal pillar pumping, lights flowing and throbbing rhythmically as it hurtled through the vortex to that most exotic of destinations: Cardiff.
The Doctor dropped herself into a velvet armchair she had dragged into the console room, lounging casually, one leg crossed over the other. “The real question is, what are we going to do whilst the Tardis refuels?”
Yaz arched a brow, feeling her mouth water as The Doctor stroked her palms over her thigh as it escaped her robe. It was a testament to how much of a liberating influence The Doctor was that she wasn’t immediately tongue-tied at the blonde’s flirting like she might have been just the day before. Instead, today, she smiled and played the game right back.
“Any recommendations?”
“Oh well the bay is gorgeous at night.” The Doctor shrugged, toying with the fuzzy lapel of her robe just where it barely clung to her breast. “And I always love a museum, they’re good for a laugh.”
Yaz pursed her lips ruefully, prowling around the console until she was directly opposite the blonde. She planted her palms and leant back, the hem of her shirt rising just enough to tickle against her petals. “Seems a little dull.”
The Doctor flashed a teasing smile and uncrossed her legs slowly, giving Yaz a good long look at her own pink cunt, before re-crossing them the other way. “Well, sometimes the most exciting thing to do is stay home.”
The corner of Yaz’s lip twitched and she padded slowly closer. “And what would we do here?”
The Doctor spread her thighs wide.
“Breakfast?”
“Mmnnnn!” The Doctor crooned, biting her finger and caressing Yaz’s messy curls as her companion held her legs open and lapped at her pussy greedily. “Oohh, just like that… good girl… just like that!”
Yaz’s eyes flashed up to meet hers, deep and dark and hungry. After her inaugural experience of burying her tongue in a hot wet twat she’d immediately realised she would never get her fill of eating pussy. The taste of it, the texture around her tongue, the wetness on her lips, the soft pillows of thighs around her ears, it was all just perfect.
She was clumsy, she knew that, but The Doctor had been a very attentive teacher all through the previous night, guiding and encouraging Yaz’s exploration of her womanhood with tongue, tooth, and lip.
This morning she was going to be better, and every morning afterwards if she could help it, until Yaz was a veritable cunnilingus afficionado, able to finally shut The Doctor’s smart mouth up.
Not that she didn’t enjoy the cooing, moaning encouragement.
“Ahnn… yesss, yes suck on my clit Yaz… that’s it, that’s the spot.”
The Doctor’s thighs clenched as she tensed from head to toe, fingers sinking into Yaz’s hair as the blonde mewled happily. Yaz pushed back, just as The Doctor had done to her just minutes before, an instinct bubbling up inside her not to let the time-lord take advantage of her. She might have had her face buried in The Doctor’s pussy, but she wasn’t just going to be another toy in her collection.
With a low growl, Yaz gripped The Doctor’s legs behind each knee and forced her wide, lifting each leg up and pinning them to the armrests of the chair, lips never leaving her petals.
“Ooh!” The blonde gasped, surprised, but not at all disappointed to be manhandled by the teenager between her thighs.
“Mhhhn, you taste so fucking good.” Yaz breathed, surfacing for air before pressing her tongue flat against The Doctor’s cunt dragging it the length of her sex.
“Then don’t stop, have your fill.”
Yaz shot another fiery look up at the Doctor and did exactly that, forcing her face so deep against her that her nose and chin dug tight into time-lord flesh.
As her grip tightened on the doctor’s knees, Yaz threw all of her energy into her tongue, curling and coiling and lashing inside of The Doctor. She sucked, she slurped, she bit and nibbled and gently tugged on her petals until the blonde’s gasps and squeaks met the brink between pleasure and pain. She circled The Doctor’s clit like a shark, flicking it, pressing it down, sucking it tight, until at last The Doctor was whimpering with bliss just like Yaz had been earlier.
“Fuck… cumming!”
Yaz tasted the rush of nectar that splattered her tongue before she registered what it was, a smooth, sweet, floral flavour suddenly gushing into her mouth as The Doctor squirted. She swallowed and licked her lips, staring in surprise at the mess she’d made of the time-lord.
The Doctor’s face was tomato red, her breaths ragged, her chest heaving as she panted and groaned in the afterglow of the orgasm Yaz had given her.
The sight, the realisation of what she’d done to this amazing, impossible woman, was intoxicating. It was a power Yaz had never imagined, and it felt so good to know that she had made The Doctor, the last of the time-lords, nemesis to evil and champion of the universe, cum her fucking brains out.
“I… think I’m getting better at that.” She grinned breathlessly.
The Doctor opened one eye, still flushed and struggling for breath, and saw Yaz’s victorious expression.
“Y… you’re not done yet, are you Yazzie?”
Yaz felt the thrill inside her pulse, her blood rushing with exhilaration as The Doctor challenged her, and she immediately rose to meet it.
“Nowhere close.”
The Doctor hadn’t felt so proud in years.
“Atta girl.”
Slap slap slap slap slap!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Yaz clutched The Doctor’s hip in one hand and her calf in the other, the time-lord’s legs splayed wide around her as she thrust her hips resolutely forwards. The blonde moaned and jiggled in her grasp, but she held firm, keeping the Doctor pinned between her body and the crystal pillar at her back.
The Doctor had told her where the strap-on had come from, but Yaz hadn’t been listening, not for a single second after it was tightened into place around her hips. The second she suddenly felt the toe-curling throb of the dildo as if it were her own rock-hard cock that had been all that she could focus on. From that instant, her only mission had been to bury every last atom of it into The Doctor.
She had pounced immediately, backing The Doctor up until she hit a pillar and hoisting one leg up to grant her access to the time-lords perfect pussy. Now, as the doctor balanced on one foot and squealed happily under her thrusts, Yaz snarled through her grinning teeth and tried to think about anything other than fucking.
Was this what men felt like, having a beautiful woman wrapped around their painfully hard cocks? Or was this somehow better? More intense, more vivid, more perfect than the real thing thanks to some alien technology?
Yaz didn’t care, she just wanted to cum.
“Fucking pound me Yazzzz!” The Doctor pleaded, clutching her raised leg around her companion’s waist, urging her inside harder and faster.
Yaz did, as if she needed telling, thrusting harder and faster and faster and harder until her and The Doctor’s mutual moans rose together into a fever pitch one last time.
Yaz pictured the glossy white dildo pulsing and swelling as the sensation of exactly that rolled through her. She imagined an explosive, volcanic release, an eruption of white-hot spunk cannoning out of her cock, painting the walls of The Doctor’s very womb with her seed. She almost forgot she wasn’t really busting her nut directly into her best friend’s unprotected pussy, as the dildo hooked into her very nerves told her that was exactly what she was doing, no matter how impossible.
Yaz’s tongue lolled as she howled with total bliss, jerking her hips as tight into The Doctor as she could in a delusional frenzy, desperate to drain her sperm entirely into the silky slit she was buried inside.
And then it was over.
The waves of pleasure ebbed away along with Yaz’s strength, and her knees buckled, bringing her and The Doctor down to the Tardis floor, Yaz on her ass, The Doctor in Yaz’s lap, still lodged on the dildo.
The pair sat and panted breathlessly, sweat dripping down their bodies just minutes after their last shower. Slowly, Yaz lay back flat, going limp on the dark floor with a whimper of satisfaction.
“You… really let me have it.” The Doctor breathed, steadying herself with her palms on Yaz’s shoulders. “I think our little miss Khan isn’t as sweet as she pretends.”
“Hah.” Yaz laughed weakly, “You’re one to talk… I thought you were so good when we first met. You’re just a fucking slut.”
The Doctor smiled and lay down, resting her cheek on Yaz’s shoulder and blowing out an exhausted sigh. “I’m not just a slut… and you… you’re a total stud deep down, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know.”
The Doctor grinned. “Wanna find out?”
Yaz chuckled and grinned right back.
“You bet.”