master_Rose
Title: Untitled
Author: natalies_junk Fer de Lance
Paring: Master/Rose
Warnings: non-con
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Rose Tyler was in her living room reading when she heard the noise, The TARDIS! She dropped her book and would have fallen down if she wasn’t already sitting.
The doors opened and out walked the Master.
“Doctor!” She ran into his arms. “Is it really you?”
She was already crying, tears making her black mascara run down her face. He felt himself go hard at the sight.
“I knew it I knew you’d find a way to come back for me,” she was saying.
“Yes, yes of course I did.” He smoothed his hands though her hair. “My Rose Taylor.”
“What?” she looked up at him, sniffling, but the tears had stopped, much to his disappointment.
“What?” he answered
“You just called me Rose Taylor.”
“Did I?” he said smoothly. “Sorry, regeneration scrabbles the memory a bit, its been a hundred years, you know, but I found a way, Ruth, I found a way to come back to you.”
Tears flooded down her cheeks again. “It’s Rose Tyler.” She said walking him backwards toward the couch, where she fell on top of him and started undoing his buttons. “But it doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you’re here.” Oh the adoration in her eyes was making him a bit queasy.
“Better looking this time don’t you think?” He couldn’t help himself from asking.
“Oh yes,” she agreed pushing him inside her. Hello Mrs. Tyler.
The Doctor woke with the most unique headache he’d ever endured. The left side of his head thudded with a dull ache, while a simultaneously sharp pain split the right.
What had happened . . . he had been talking to the master, that was right, and he had been setting the controls for . . . somewhere . . . and then Master had spread some green cool gel on his wrist and out he went like a light.
He held his head, wondering where he was and was relieved to find he was still on the TARDIS. Last time the Master had knocked him out, it had taken him ten years to find the TARDIS again, and another three to overthrow the Master’s newest evil empires.
Getting on to his feet the Doctor walked toward the door wondering what bizarre situation, he would be getting himself into, but feeling confident he could handle it. He was pretty crafty at undoing the Master’s little attempts at freedom.
The Master was thoroughly enjoying himself, she moaned so loudly. He held her face in his hands and ran his finger over her pouty mouth, any moment the Doctor would walk out the door and find him shagging the love of his lives.
“Rose, I’ve changed my name. Call me Master.” That gave her pause; she stopped and rested both hands on his chest. Clever he thought, but a little too late, she should have done that much earlier if she suspected he wasn’t really the Doctor.
“Not like, you know Master of you or anything.” Although of course he was. He just didn’t want to break the spell before the Doctor got there. “Like Head Master or Professor.”
She eyed him skeptically so he thought of something mushy to say. “I stopped using it after I lost you, Rose.” He let his voice fill with fake emotion. “I healed the rip in the universe, but I lost you.”
Those were the magic words, more lovely tears as she leaned forward kissing him, desperately. He put his hand behind her neck and the other on her hip tilting her backwards so she could see the TARDIS while he fucked her.
“Now say it, Rose, call me by my new name.”
“Master.” She whispered, her eyes closed, as the TARDIS door started to open.
“Louder, open your eyes look at me.” He hissed out, holding back the thundering release he knew would take him. She obeyed, like a good little girl, and the timing was perfect, he got to see it all. The look of horror and shock on both of their faces as the Doctor opened the TARDIS door. It was the best orgasm he had in years.
Author: natalies_junk Fer de Lance
Paring: Master/Rose
Warnings: non-con
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Rose Tyler was in her living room reading when she heard the noise, The TARDIS! She dropped her book and would have fallen down if she wasn’t already sitting.
The doors opened and out walked the Master.
“Doctor!” She ran into his arms. “Is it really you?”
She was already crying, tears making her black mascara run down her face. He felt himself go hard at the sight.
“I knew it I knew you’d find a way to come back for me,” she was saying.
“Yes, yes of course I did.” He smoothed his hands though her hair. “My Rose Taylor.”
“What?” she looked up at him, sniffling, but the tears had stopped, much to his disappointment.
“What?” he answered
“You just called me Rose Taylor.”
“Did I?” he said smoothly. “Sorry, regeneration scrabbles the memory a bit, its been a hundred years, you know, but I found a way, Ruth, I found a way to come back to you.”
Tears flooded down her cheeks again. “It’s Rose Tyler.” She said walking him backwards toward the couch, where she fell on top of him and started undoing his buttons. “But it doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you’re here.” Oh the adoration in her eyes was making him a bit queasy.
“Better looking this time don’t you think?” He couldn’t help himself from asking.
“Oh yes,” she agreed pushing him inside her. Hello Mrs. Tyler.
The Doctor woke with the most unique headache he’d ever endured. The left side of his head thudded with a dull ache, while a simultaneously sharp pain split the right.
What had happened . . . he had been talking to the master, that was right, and he had been setting the controls for . . . somewhere . . . and then Master had spread some green cool gel on his wrist and out he went like a light.
He held his head, wondering where he was and was relieved to find he was still on the TARDIS. Last time the Master had knocked him out, it had taken him ten years to find the TARDIS again, and another three to overthrow the Master’s newest evil empires.
Getting on to his feet the Doctor walked toward the door wondering what bizarre situation, he would be getting himself into, but feeling confident he could handle it. He was pretty crafty at undoing the Master’s little attempts at freedom.
The Master was thoroughly enjoying himself, she moaned so loudly. He held her face in his hands and ran his finger over her pouty mouth, any moment the Doctor would walk out the door and find him shagging the love of his lives.
“Rose, I’ve changed my name. Call me Master.” That gave her pause; she stopped and rested both hands on his chest. Clever he thought, but a little too late, she should have done that much earlier if she suspected he wasn’t really the Doctor.
“Not like, you know Master of you or anything.” Although of course he was. He just didn’t want to break the spell before the Doctor got there. “Like Head Master or Professor.”
She eyed him skeptically so he thought of something mushy to say. “I stopped using it after I lost you, Rose.” He let his voice fill with fake emotion. “I healed the rip in the universe, but I lost you.”
Those were the magic words, more lovely tears as she leaned forward kissing him, desperately. He put his hand behind her neck and the other on her hip tilting her backwards so she could see the TARDIS while he fucked her.
“Now say it, Rose, call me by my new name.”
“Master.” She whispered, her eyes closed, as the TARDIS door started to open.
“Louder, open your eyes look at me.” He hissed out, holding back the thundering release he knew would take him. She obeyed, like a good little girl, and the timing was perfect, he got to see it all. The look of horror and shock on both of their faces as the Doctor opened the TARDIS door. It was the best orgasm he had in years.