Part 04 - Chapter 10 - Revelations (NC17)
“Rose what...” Even as the words begin to form on my lips, I realize I have been dreaming about Rose again, but she isn't in my bed and that realization is crushing. The incredible sensations that have left my body raw and begging are but a dream, and so intense I can’t help but to look around for the bananas that often herald in such intense dreams, taunting me with what no longer exists. The losses suddenly seem too much to bear. I mentally scream in frustration, knowing the only one who might hear is one who understands the anguish of my soul. I don’t even try to restrain the sob that threatens to choke me; it’s so quiet, too quiet, and so empty and I'm so alone.
Then ever so quietly I hear, “No Theta, not alone.” Two voices in my mind, echo those words spoken aloud by Rose. One of those voices is my beloved Verity, who has been as silent and aloof as Rose has been physically distant, but the other comes from the woman in the doorway - it belongs to Rose.
Rolling over to face the door, I stare transfixed by the beauty standing there naked. “Rose?” my voice is scarcely louder than a whisper and I hardly dare to believe she might actually be here. She has been avoiding me and it has been breaking my hearts not being able to touch her. Ever since Woman Wept, when we became lovers, we have shared a bed but it has been difficult since I tried to pull the vortex from her. First, there was the confusion of being in my old room, then waking in Jackie's, only to find myself again in here and not in what has become our room when Verity refused me entrance. This seemed like the only bedroom she would allow me into, not that she has to explain why that is, as I know she must still be furious at me for forcing her to leave. But after Jackie’s Christmas dinner I really felt the need for a lie down and as the old saying goes beggars can't be choosers.
But the more important question is why Rose is here now. My first thought is clawing panic that she is planning on leaving, as I have been unsure of how she has been taking all of this, with having sent her home and me being ill. Even though she said nothing of wanting to stay at her mother’s, the way she has been acting it is almost as if she is frightened of me. I know I should be glad that she finally understands now how dangerous I am, but I can’t stop feeling lost in her absence and the thought of her leaving...
Ruthlessly I shove those thoughts aside, she wouldn’t be coming to tell me that naked. Then the full import of her, no their, presence in my mind suddenly slams home as my mind reruns the images of her return to the Game Station. I feel again the incredible need from her that I be safe and protected, and I realize that the protection she sought was from far more than just the Daleks.
In a rush of thoughts, I understand why I thought none of us died that day and I know I was wrong. I see how Bad Wolf had rechanneled that destructive energy to rebuild Rose a new body and in that moment of clarity I know I am truly no longer alone. I can feel her in my mind, in that aching hole that since the last scream died has only produced a soul consuming silence. As I tentatively reach toward that presence, I sense it is so much more. I am awed and utterly stunned as I realized what they have done. How could they? Why would they have done that? Why in the universe would they be so foolish to accept this kind of irreversible change?
“Because we love you, Theta, you are our Doctor. You were willing to sacrifice everything to see me safe, how could we do any less?”
It is shock and anger that drives me to move from my bed and across the room to violently shake her, “You don't know me, Rose! You have no idea of what I am or what I am capable of! Don’t you understand I'm not worth that kind of price! How could you be so foolish?” I stand amazed, as she seems unfazed by any of my distress.
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Standing our ground with all the tenacity Verity has developed from traveling with him for the last 800 plus years I retort, “Yes I do! We are! Verity and I are aware of exactly who and what you are! What she has seen, so have I. I have seen it all though her senses, she has been there with you, the thousands of times you saved others at the risk of your own life, the Time War, everything... I have seen it all now and I,” I struggle with the proper self-tenses as the intense emotions make it hard to separate Verity’s and my own reactions to his harsh words. The desperate need to express to him how much we both love him temporarily confuses me. “We only want you more, because I do understand what you have sacrificed. Not just for me but for everyone, to us you are worth it all, worth more than we could ever give you.” Moving my arms from his fingers that have gone lax from their punishing grip, I reach up to gently cradle his face in my hands. “Please my Doctor, don't be angry, we only did this because we love you and couldn’t bear to live without you.”
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All the anger I have drains from me as I realize what she is saying. Feeling the truth in every thought, every word, I am stunned by this new knowledge and I don’t know what to say as I feel the tears begin to freely flow down my face. I feel utterly unworthy of this sacrifice they have made for me. I am overwhelmed by the intensity of the love they are pushing through both the connection Verity and I have shared all these years and at the same time through the newly formed mental connection between Rose and I, created by her change of species.
My beautiful ladies have bound themselves together for me and I am humbled by their actions. I don’t know what all of this means but I do know that I am loved far more than I can properly grasp at this moment and I am sure it is far more than I deserve.
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Seeing his tears, I draw him to me, letting him cry for a bit. There are now no secrets left between us. I hold him and the part of my consciousness that was originally Verity relishes in the feel of him in my arms; she has wanted to hold and comfort him like this, ever since the war, and has had no way to do so until now. Now, through the body we share, we both can hold him and give him the love we have for him, that we know he needs and has more than earned, regardless of his inability to believe in his own value.
As he begins to regain his composure I feel as he becomes very aware of two things at almost the same moment: one, he is naked and two, he is holding closely my equally naked form, in his bedroom. A bright red blush shots across his frame as he realizes these facts.
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Rose and I have been lovers for awhile now, even as I had once taken comfort in Verity's mental embraces, but now it is again like I am exposed before them both for the first time as I hold the vessel of their joined consciousness. I am unsure if I can stand the exposure of being known so intimately, but for their sake I would attempt anything, even as they have accomplished the impossible for me.
Suddenly I don’t know what to do. Embarrassment floods me as I realize that Rose is probably aware of exactly the kind of relationship Verity and I have had and the manner in which she has shared my mind, even as I have shared hers. It is a mental bond in many ways far more intimate than the temporary physical and mental connections Rose and I have made over this past year. I can feel the blush of embarrassment cross my skin as I experience this epiphany and can’t help but wonder what she thinks of all of this.
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Before he can become any further embarrassed, I speak. “Now that's over, and we all are going to discover something new.” I give him my very best naughty smile and finish that statement with a wiggle that sends another wholly different kind of heat through his body as I feel how compellingly it makes him remember exactly how nice I feel pressed up against him. With that, I maneuver us over toward the bed and I enjoy watching the affect that realization has on his body.
I smile at his boggled expression and realize that any time now he will begin to finally catch up on the possibilities that we spent a fair amount of time considering yesterday before I finally slipped into slumber. Verity has assured me that, as time goes on, I will need to sleep less but for now it will take some time for me to get adjusted to the higher mental demands currently causing me to need more. I for one am content on that score because of the lovely dreams I have of the Doctor most nights.
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Emboldened by her actions, even though I am still stunned by her revelations, I follow her guidance. I let my hands begin to caress her reverently. As I feel her respond, I start gently caressing her nipples with my thumb and fingertips. I know how much more sensitive they most likely are now in ways that Rose may not yet be aware of and in spite of Verity’s rational knowledge of the clinical facts of nerve to skin surface ratios I know she will not have experienced these types of sensations before, lacking the senses that are now available to her. I watch in delight as she squirms in pleasure beneath my ministrations. The banana-like smell of her pheromones makes my mouth water as her breasts peak up in tight bundles of excited flesh. Those tender rosebuds are begging to be tasted and I fully intend to indulge. I gently guide her back further onto the bed as I expect neither of us is going to be able to remain standing once I trigger the chain reaction I am about to initiate. There are a number of species-specific erogenous zones which I am planning to introduce to my beautiful ladies. The mouth and the breasts, as well as a few other strategic locations, generate pheromones that do very, very lovely things to our central nervous systems. There were very good reasons that Gallifreyans needed to drill into their children such rigid self-control of their bodies and that males and females attended separate schooling during puberty.
They both have given up so much to save me and it is time I show them what they have gained in the bargain. Gently I run my tongue along the roof of my mouth, drawing forth a fluid I never expected to use again and feel the anticipation of what this is going to do to us build. Smiling down as I do so, I open our link a bit wider, ‘You’re going to really like this, beautiful.’
With that I capture her left breast in my mouth and feel pleasure explode through my senses at a taste I never again expected to experience. The pheromones I had so carefully collected a moment before sending my ladies into rapture merge with the ones secreted by her breast and short circuit my thoughts. Even having experienced this before, it is nothing like I remembered. The intensity is sending flares of pleasure streaking through us both as a chemical circuit closes, drawing us into each other’s minds and sensations.
Somewhere far away I feel my arms buckle and I slump across her body that has arched into a tight bow as the pleasure hits us and in sync both of our respiratory bypasses kick in as the pleasure rages like wildfire through our linked minds, stealing our breath. For long minutes there is only that rebounding pleasure.
Slowly the effect diminishes and rational thoughts begin to creep back.
‘Wow!’ is her response, when she can muster the strength for one.
‘Rassilion, I had forgotten how good that was!’
‘How?’ comes her dumfounded thought.
I struggle to shield her from the sudden tsunami of thoughts of why that blast their way into our link and I feel her tremble beneath me as we both feel a sense of remorse well up within us; hers stemming from reminding me and mine from not being able to protect her from the onslaught of grief that question suddenly engendered.
I feel suddenly overwhelmed as Rose encloses me in her embrace, clutching me tightly to her as at the same time I feel Verity’s mental strokes of comfort. So much physical and psychic stimulation after so long alone without this kind of intimacy makes me begin to shake and I can’t seem to stop. In spite of this my right hand mindlessly continues to stroke her left breast, the sensation soothing and grounding in its mindlessness and the comfort of her arms enfolding me brings me again to tears as I nuzzle her breast. I try to force my breathing under control and in the process I register her scent, somehow it is still distinctly Rose in spite of the addition of the pheromones that have my body hard and begging to be enveloped by her.
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I too begin to cry as I feel the grief descend on him like a rapacious living thing and the guilt at not being able to keep me from sensing it. ‘It’s okay Theta. I’m here, we’re here and we’re not going anywhere.’ I feel my throat tighten in response to his brokenness far more intense than he ever let me sense as Rose alone and I hold him closer as I feel him tremble. I know there is nothing else I can do. I remember, through Verity’s memories, how much it hurt to watch him suffering after the destruction of our planet, unable to give him the kind of comfort he so desperately needed most at that time. We tighten our arms about his form knowing that we won’t ever let him be alone like that again.
As I feel him slowly beginning to calm again I become more aware, first of the smell of him, the sweet honey smell of his skin and the cinnamon like scent of his pheromones and then the cravings that they are creating in this body. I also feel his need hard against my leg and I know that no matter what else happens I am going to do my best to ensure that the pleasure he has shown me already is returned as many times over as possible. I feel Verity agree with me, he needs this, we need this, and we can also think of no better time to start than now. It is time to find out what other delights are to be had. It is time to make his pain go away for as long as we can. I let my hands began their own explorations. Stroking them across his shoulders, I feel the solid muscles of his lean frame.
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Many times I had fantasized about how it would feel to have his solid body pressed tight to mine like this, even occasionally being tempted to dip into the dreams of his few lovers to see what it would feel like. Always I have refrained knowing it was not my place. I run my hands across his back only to arch into him and moan as his lips close over my other nipple sending another wave of fire bubbling outward from that contact. All the new sensations, I never suspected they would feel this intense, this delicious and not just for me, but Rose too is feeling overwhelmed by the incredibly erotic smells and tastes of him that she has never before experienced in spite of being his human lover.
“We love you, my doctor,” we say, gently caressing his cheek. “And we will never let you go.” We are the Wolf; but we want to hear him howl with pleasure. Remembering something from the biology texts it is time to find out exactly how good this is going to make him feel. So we push him up and back with unexpected strength as the idea of taking him in our mouth becomes an immediate obsession - if the contact we have already experienced is any indicator he is going to taste incredible in ways we can’t even begin to imagine but fully intend to find out about… now! He is startled by our sudden aggressiveness and opens his mouth to protest. We smother his objections with our mouth; giving him soft nibbles to his sweet lips, the pheromones on their surface causing shivers to cascade up our spine. We nibble and nip at him, as he tries to pull us down to him into a proper kiss. We draw back placing a gentle finger on his lips. He quickly captures that digit and lavers it with attention, gently sucking it like miniature lolly causing us again to shiver.
Our eyes lock and I notice their different now from the changes that Rose had noticed occurred as she had made love to him as a human. Instead of the almost black appearance caused by his pupil’s dilation they have become the most intense blue I have ever seen with flecks of gold. I feel intense desire flare from him almost daring me to take action and I wonder what my own eyes look like now. I can tell he is unsure what exactly I am planning, but I sure he knows I am planning something. I spread a slow sexy smile across our face and lean forward as if moving in for a kiss. Then, moving far quicker than he expects, I move down his body, cupping and stroking his member causing him to jerk, and moan, “Rose” at the sudden intimate contact. I look up briefly to see the pleasure I feel I am creating dance across his features before swooping down to spread small kisses down his torso as I slide the rest of the way down to position myself between his legs. His eyes go wide as he catches on to my intent. “Rose…” He tries to protest but his words are lost in a moan as I begin to gently stroke his length.
"No, just Wolf." I quietly whisper, with a small noise he closes his eyes, dropping his head back as he gently pushes up into my downward strokes. The intensity of the smile that breaks across my face at his surrender could power a small planet for years. A few more gentle strokes and I’m rewarded with a drop of clear bluish elixir and the sudden insatiable urge to taste him can no longer be denied. When my tongue makes a smooth stroke across his head we both gasp. His eyes snap wide in pleasure at my actions even as moments later fiery pleasure explodes across our joined minds as again the pheromone chain reactions kicks in short circuiting every thought, every sensation other than pleasure.
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As we collect ourselves again I move to intercept her to try to explain that she doesn't need to do this, that I don't deserve this. But again get no further than a hoarse utterance of “Rose” as my eyes lock with hers she says, 'No, my love, no longer just Rose, we are Wolf,' and the twinkle in her now dark amber, gold flecked eyes makes it clear that my pleasure in this is only part of the reason she has chosen to do this. That realization leaves me transfixed as she ever so slowly draws closer; the incredibly erotic scene unfolding as she closes in on her prize leaving me spellbound. Her eyes watch me intently as she slowly sensually runs the tip of her tongue around her lips never once increasing the slow descent that is bringing us ever closer. Both of our bodies are beginning to tremble in anticipation of that renewed contact. It is almost too much as she slowly extends her tongue tip to bring it once again in contact with my member. When that contact is restored it is like the closing of an electrical connection, sending pleasure firing through my body dragging a deep groan from me. My eyes become incapable of remaining open in the latest flare of ecstasy even as my hips lift to her of their own violation.
All ability to rationally think is rapidly obliterated as her tongue traces my head and she gently explores. How she keeps her touches so delicate, even in the face of the pounding passion firing though us, I don't know but am thankful and my response is to swell larger for her as distantly I hear my inarticulate cries of pleasure through the pounding waves of bliss. She stops causing me to whimper. I am long past caring at how helplessly at her mercy I am now, and even though I know I won't last much longer at this rate I don't want her to stop till she undoes me completely.
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I can sense how very close to the edge we are driving him and I ease back a bit to give us some room to catch our breath. I don't want this to be over quite yet. I want to extend his pleasure quite a bit longer before seeking the inevitable shared release. His response to my stopping is a wordless cry of displeasure, his eyes open and are heavily glazed with his passion trying to piece together enough of his scattered mind to figure out why I have stopped.
I greet his confusion with a smile that promises that the best is yet to come. My hands slowly ghost up his sides and I notice small tendrils of golden energy flickering from my fingertips to connect with his skin creating small jolts of delight and more noises from him, noises of which I am becoming very fond. I don’t know how I am able to do this, it just happens and I can’t help but like the effect. Kissing first one thigh then the other, I continue kissing up his body till I am stretched full length against his side finally leaning back and giving him a Cheshire cat grin.
Looking over at me with pleasure glazed eyes he says, 'My Wolf,' and I feel an almost obscene delight at his possessive acknowledgement of this truth, for we well and truly are his, never to be any others as their is nothing left of our hearts for any other to possess.
With steadiness in his voice that is surprising to us, and his trademark grin he states, "Rose and Verity, my beautiful Bad Wolf, you are utterly FANTASTIC!” a deep blush flares across me. At his exuberant statement I look down, embarrassed at being the focus of such delight. Gently lifting my face with a forefinger he says completely sober for moment as our eyes lock, “I mean it, you are utterly fantastic!” he reiterates with quiet vehemence.
The intensity in his eyes tells me he means every word and I slide over and hug him tightly to me but as that is not nearly enough I swoop forward to work on snogging him senseless, and find it a far, far easier task than I ever expected as I catch him with his lips parted and discover what it means for an extremely turned on Time Lady to French kiss a equally excited Time Lord. Before he can react to warn me we are engulfed in an erotic firestorm as the large quantities of pheromones that have collected from our foreplay obliterate any remaining trace of control from either of us and we are simultaneously thrown into shudders of orgasmic pleasure by the resulting chemical interaction that seems to go on forever.
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I crawl my way back to my sense before she can respond; again I reach out and gently and passionately begin to caress her face. "Oh, my sweet ladies." As we lie here I can't help but notice how much an untidiness our reactions have caused. "But I think we made a bit of a mess." I whisper quietly in her ear. In response I get nuzzle nod at my neck and a wave of embarrassment.
I can still feel a craving from her the likes of which I haven't felt it in a lover in a very, very long time, the incredible coming together of mind and body with another of my own kind to which I know I am already hopelessly addicted. I had thought this lost to me forever and I feel like am about to burst with gratitude for what they have done, what the have given me back through their selfless actions. As I feel their embarrassment I increase my gentle caresses to distract them. "What do think? Shower? Bath?" I whisper in her ear and feel her shudder against me.
'Bath, not sure I be able to concentrate enough to keep a shower going,' is Verity's almost hesitant reply. 'Sorry'
Nipping at her ear I whisper into it in reply. "Don't be, I'm going to make sure you couldn't even if you wanted to." In response I feel her tremble in my arms and a strong mental blush.
We slowly detangle ourselves to head into the ensuite. I notice she is still a bit clumsy and wonder if it is because of what we were just doing or if she is still adjusting to the changes. I am glad at least she didn't change appearance as well for both our sake. From my own experience I know it's hard enough getting used to a new body without adding large height or girth changes on top of that. Going from my sixth to seventh body had been particularly frustrating with the height and reach changes.
Chapter 11 - Commitments (R) OR (NC17)
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Then ever so quietly I hear, “No Theta, not alone.” Two voices in my mind, echo those words spoken aloud by Rose. One of those voices is my beloved Verity, who has been as silent and aloof as Rose has been physically distant, but the other comes from the woman in the doorway - it belongs to Rose.
Rolling over to face the door, I stare transfixed by the beauty standing there naked. “Rose?” my voice is scarcely louder than a whisper and I hardly dare to believe she might actually be here. She has been avoiding me and it has been breaking my hearts not being able to touch her. Ever since Woman Wept, when we became lovers, we have shared a bed but it has been difficult since I tried to pull the vortex from her. First, there was the confusion of being in my old room, then waking in Jackie's, only to find myself again in here and not in what has become our room when Verity refused me entrance. This seemed like the only bedroom she would allow me into, not that she has to explain why that is, as I know she must still be furious at me for forcing her to leave. But after Jackie’s Christmas dinner I really felt the need for a lie down and as the old saying goes beggars can't be choosers.
But the more important question is why Rose is here now. My first thought is clawing panic that she is planning on leaving, as I have been unsure of how she has been taking all of this, with having sent her home and me being ill. Even though she said nothing of wanting to stay at her mother’s, the way she has been acting it is almost as if she is frightened of me. I know I should be glad that she finally understands now how dangerous I am, but I can’t stop feeling lost in her absence and the thought of her leaving...
Ruthlessly I shove those thoughts aside, she wouldn’t be coming to tell me that naked. Then the full import of her, no their, presence in my mind suddenly slams home as my mind reruns the images of her return to the Game Station. I feel again the incredible need from her that I be safe and protected, and I realize that the protection she sought was from far more than just the Daleks.
In a rush of thoughts, I understand why I thought none of us died that day and I know I was wrong. I see how Bad Wolf had rechanneled that destructive energy to rebuild Rose a new body and in that moment of clarity I know I am truly no longer alone. I can feel her in my mind, in that aching hole that since the last scream died has only produced a soul consuming silence. As I tentatively reach toward that presence, I sense it is so much more. I am awed and utterly stunned as I realized what they have done. How could they? Why would they have done that? Why in the universe would they be so foolish to accept this kind of irreversible change?
“Because we love you, Theta, you are our Doctor. You were willing to sacrifice everything to see me safe, how could we do any less?”
It is shock and anger that drives me to move from my bed and across the room to violently shake her, “You don't know me, Rose! You have no idea of what I am or what I am capable of! Don’t you understand I'm not worth that kind of price! How could you be so foolish?” I stand amazed, as she seems unfazed by any of my distress.
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Standing our ground with all the tenacity Verity has developed from traveling with him for the last 800 plus years I retort, “Yes I do! We are! Verity and I are aware of exactly who and what you are! What she has seen, so have I. I have seen it all though her senses, she has been there with you, the thousands of times you saved others at the risk of your own life, the Time War, everything... I have seen it all now and I,” I struggle with the proper self-tenses as the intense emotions make it hard to separate Verity’s and my own reactions to his harsh words. The desperate need to express to him how much we both love him temporarily confuses me. “We only want you more, because I do understand what you have sacrificed. Not just for me but for everyone, to us you are worth it all, worth more than we could ever give you.” Moving my arms from his fingers that have gone lax from their punishing grip, I reach up to gently cradle his face in my hands. “Please my Doctor, don't be angry, we only did this because we love you and couldn’t bear to live without you.”
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All the anger I have drains from me as I realize what she is saying. Feeling the truth in every thought, every word, I am stunned by this new knowledge and I don’t know what to say as I feel the tears begin to freely flow down my face. I feel utterly unworthy of this sacrifice they have made for me. I am overwhelmed by the intensity of the love they are pushing through both the connection Verity and I have shared all these years and at the same time through the newly formed mental connection between Rose and I, created by her change of species.
My beautiful ladies have bound themselves together for me and I am humbled by their actions. I don’t know what all of this means but I do know that I am loved far more than I can properly grasp at this moment and I am sure it is far more than I deserve.
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Seeing his tears, I draw him to me, letting him cry for a bit. There are now no secrets left between us. I hold him and the part of my consciousness that was originally Verity relishes in the feel of him in my arms; she has wanted to hold and comfort him like this, ever since the war, and has had no way to do so until now. Now, through the body we share, we both can hold him and give him the love we have for him, that we know he needs and has more than earned, regardless of his inability to believe in his own value.
As he begins to regain his composure I feel as he becomes very aware of two things at almost the same moment: one, he is naked and two, he is holding closely my equally naked form, in his bedroom. A bright red blush shots across his frame as he realizes these facts.
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Rose and I have been lovers for awhile now, even as I had once taken comfort in Verity's mental embraces, but now it is again like I am exposed before them both for the first time as I hold the vessel of their joined consciousness. I am unsure if I can stand the exposure of being known so intimately, but for their sake I would attempt anything, even as they have accomplished the impossible for me.
Suddenly I don’t know what to do. Embarrassment floods me as I realize that Rose is probably aware of exactly the kind of relationship Verity and I have had and the manner in which she has shared my mind, even as I have shared hers. It is a mental bond in many ways far more intimate than the temporary physical and mental connections Rose and I have made over this past year. I can feel the blush of embarrassment cross my skin as I experience this epiphany and can’t help but wonder what she thinks of all of this.
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Before he can become any further embarrassed, I speak. “Now that's over, and we all are going to discover something new.” I give him my very best naughty smile and finish that statement with a wiggle that sends another wholly different kind of heat through his body as I feel how compellingly it makes him remember exactly how nice I feel pressed up against him. With that, I maneuver us over toward the bed and I enjoy watching the affect that realization has on his body.
I smile at his boggled expression and realize that any time now he will begin to finally catch up on the possibilities that we spent a fair amount of time considering yesterday before I finally slipped into slumber. Verity has assured me that, as time goes on, I will need to sleep less but for now it will take some time for me to get adjusted to the higher mental demands currently causing me to need more. I for one am content on that score because of the lovely dreams I have of the Doctor most nights.
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Emboldened by her actions, even though I am still stunned by her revelations, I follow her guidance. I let my hands begin to caress her reverently. As I feel her respond, I start gently caressing her nipples with my thumb and fingertips. I know how much more sensitive they most likely are now in ways that Rose may not yet be aware of and in spite of Verity’s rational knowledge of the clinical facts of nerve to skin surface ratios I know she will not have experienced these types of sensations before, lacking the senses that are now available to her. I watch in delight as she squirms in pleasure beneath my ministrations. The banana-like smell of her pheromones makes my mouth water as her breasts peak up in tight bundles of excited flesh. Those tender rosebuds are begging to be tasted and I fully intend to indulge. I gently guide her back further onto the bed as I expect neither of us is going to be able to remain standing once I trigger the chain reaction I am about to initiate. There are a number of species-specific erogenous zones which I am planning to introduce to my beautiful ladies. The mouth and the breasts, as well as a few other strategic locations, generate pheromones that do very, very lovely things to our central nervous systems. There were very good reasons that Gallifreyans needed to drill into their children such rigid self-control of their bodies and that males and females attended separate schooling during puberty.
They both have given up so much to save me and it is time I show them what they have gained in the bargain. Gently I run my tongue along the roof of my mouth, drawing forth a fluid I never expected to use again and feel the anticipation of what this is going to do to us build. Smiling down as I do so, I open our link a bit wider, ‘You’re going to really like this, beautiful.’
With that I capture her left breast in my mouth and feel pleasure explode through my senses at a taste I never again expected to experience. The pheromones I had so carefully collected a moment before sending my ladies into rapture merge with the ones secreted by her breast and short circuit my thoughts. Even having experienced this before, it is nothing like I remembered. The intensity is sending flares of pleasure streaking through us both as a chemical circuit closes, drawing us into each other’s minds and sensations.
Somewhere far away I feel my arms buckle and I slump across her body that has arched into a tight bow as the pleasure hits us and in sync both of our respiratory bypasses kick in as the pleasure rages like wildfire through our linked minds, stealing our breath. For long minutes there is only that rebounding pleasure.
Slowly the effect diminishes and rational thoughts begin to creep back.
‘Wow!’ is her response, when she can muster the strength for one.
‘Rassilion, I had forgotten how good that was!’
‘How?’ comes her dumfounded thought.
I struggle to shield her from the sudden tsunami of thoughts of why that blast their way into our link and I feel her tremble beneath me as we both feel a sense of remorse well up within us; hers stemming from reminding me and mine from not being able to protect her from the onslaught of grief that question suddenly engendered.
I feel suddenly overwhelmed as Rose encloses me in her embrace, clutching me tightly to her as at the same time I feel Verity’s mental strokes of comfort. So much physical and psychic stimulation after so long alone without this kind of intimacy makes me begin to shake and I can’t seem to stop. In spite of this my right hand mindlessly continues to stroke her left breast, the sensation soothing and grounding in its mindlessness and the comfort of her arms enfolding me brings me again to tears as I nuzzle her breast. I try to force my breathing under control and in the process I register her scent, somehow it is still distinctly Rose in spite of the addition of the pheromones that have my body hard and begging to be enveloped by her.
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I too begin to cry as I feel the grief descend on him like a rapacious living thing and the guilt at not being able to keep me from sensing it. ‘It’s okay Theta. I’m here, we’re here and we’re not going anywhere.’ I feel my throat tighten in response to his brokenness far more intense than he ever let me sense as Rose alone and I hold him closer as I feel him tremble. I know there is nothing else I can do. I remember, through Verity’s memories, how much it hurt to watch him suffering after the destruction of our planet, unable to give him the kind of comfort he so desperately needed most at that time. We tighten our arms about his form knowing that we won’t ever let him be alone like that again.
As I feel him slowly beginning to calm again I become more aware, first of the smell of him, the sweet honey smell of his skin and the cinnamon like scent of his pheromones and then the cravings that they are creating in this body. I also feel his need hard against my leg and I know that no matter what else happens I am going to do my best to ensure that the pleasure he has shown me already is returned as many times over as possible. I feel Verity agree with me, he needs this, we need this, and we can also think of no better time to start than now. It is time to find out what other delights are to be had. It is time to make his pain go away for as long as we can. I let my hands began their own explorations. Stroking them across his shoulders, I feel the solid muscles of his lean frame.
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Many times I had fantasized about how it would feel to have his solid body pressed tight to mine like this, even occasionally being tempted to dip into the dreams of his few lovers to see what it would feel like. Always I have refrained knowing it was not my place. I run my hands across his back only to arch into him and moan as his lips close over my other nipple sending another wave of fire bubbling outward from that contact. All the new sensations, I never suspected they would feel this intense, this delicious and not just for me, but Rose too is feeling overwhelmed by the incredibly erotic smells and tastes of him that she has never before experienced in spite of being his human lover.
“We love you, my doctor,” we say, gently caressing his cheek. “And we will never let you go.” We are the Wolf; but we want to hear him howl with pleasure. Remembering something from the biology texts it is time to find out exactly how good this is going to make him feel. So we push him up and back with unexpected strength as the idea of taking him in our mouth becomes an immediate obsession - if the contact we have already experienced is any indicator he is going to taste incredible in ways we can’t even begin to imagine but fully intend to find out about… now! He is startled by our sudden aggressiveness and opens his mouth to protest. We smother his objections with our mouth; giving him soft nibbles to his sweet lips, the pheromones on their surface causing shivers to cascade up our spine. We nibble and nip at him, as he tries to pull us down to him into a proper kiss. We draw back placing a gentle finger on his lips. He quickly captures that digit and lavers it with attention, gently sucking it like miniature lolly causing us again to shiver.
Our eyes lock and I notice their different now from the changes that Rose had noticed occurred as she had made love to him as a human. Instead of the almost black appearance caused by his pupil’s dilation they have become the most intense blue I have ever seen with flecks of gold. I feel intense desire flare from him almost daring me to take action and I wonder what my own eyes look like now. I can tell he is unsure what exactly I am planning, but I sure he knows I am planning something. I spread a slow sexy smile across our face and lean forward as if moving in for a kiss. Then, moving far quicker than he expects, I move down his body, cupping and stroking his member causing him to jerk, and moan, “Rose” at the sudden intimate contact. I look up briefly to see the pleasure I feel I am creating dance across his features before swooping down to spread small kisses down his torso as I slide the rest of the way down to position myself between his legs. His eyes go wide as he catches on to my intent. “Rose…” He tries to protest but his words are lost in a moan as I begin to gently stroke his length.
"No, just Wolf." I quietly whisper, with a small noise he closes his eyes, dropping his head back as he gently pushes up into my downward strokes. The intensity of the smile that breaks across my face at his surrender could power a small planet for years. A few more gentle strokes and I’m rewarded with a drop of clear bluish elixir and the sudden insatiable urge to taste him can no longer be denied. When my tongue makes a smooth stroke across his head we both gasp. His eyes snap wide in pleasure at my actions even as moments later fiery pleasure explodes across our joined minds as again the pheromone chain reactions kicks in short circuiting every thought, every sensation other than pleasure.
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As we collect ourselves again I move to intercept her to try to explain that she doesn't need to do this, that I don't deserve this. But again get no further than a hoarse utterance of “Rose” as my eyes lock with hers she says, 'No, my love, no longer just Rose, we are Wolf,' and the twinkle in her now dark amber, gold flecked eyes makes it clear that my pleasure in this is only part of the reason she has chosen to do this. That realization leaves me transfixed as she ever so slowly draws closer; the incredibly erotic scene unfolding as she closes in on her prize leaving me spellbound. Her eyes watch me intently as she slowly sensually runs the tip of her tongue around her lips never once increasing the slow descent that is bringing us ever closer. Both of our bodies are beginning to tremble in anticipation of that renewed contact. It is almost too much as she slowly extends her tongue tip to bring it once again in contact with my member. When that contact is restored it is like the closing of an electrical connection, sending pleasure firing through my body dragging a deep groan from me. My eyes become incapable of remaining open in the latest flare of ecstasy even as my hips lift to her of their own violation.
All ability to rationally think is rapidly obliterated as her tongue traces my head and she gently explores. How she keeps her touches so delicate, even in the face of the pounding passion firing though us, I don't know but am thankful and my response is to swell larger for her as distantly I hear my inarticulate cries of pleasure through the pounding waves of bliss. She stops causing me to whimper. I am long past caring at how helplessly at her mercy I am now, and even though I know I won't last much longer at this rate I don't want her to stop till she undoes me completely.
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I can sense how very close to the edge we are driving him and I ease back a bit to give us some room to catch our breath. I don't want this to be over quite yet. I want to extend his pleasure quite a bit longer before seeking the inevitable shared release. His response to my stopping is a wordless cry of displeasure, his eyes open and are heavily glazed with his passion trying to piece together enough of his scattered mind to figure out why I have stopped.
I greet his confusion with a smile that promises that the best is yet to come. My hands slowly ghost up his sides and I notice small tendrils of golden energy flickering from my fingertips to connect with his skin creating small jolts of delight and more noises from him, noises of which I am becoming very fond. I don’t know how I am able to do this, it just happens and I can’t help but like the effect. Kissing first one thigh then the other, I continue kissing up his body till I am stretched full length against his side finally leaning back and giving him a Cheshire cat grin.
Looking over at me with pleasure glazed eyes he says, 'My Wolf,' and I feel an almost obscene delight at his possessive acknowledgement of this truth, for we well and truly are his, never to be any others as their is nothing left of our hearts for any other to possess.
With steadiness in his voice that is surprising to us, and his trademark grin he states, "Rose and Verity, my beautiful Bad Wolf, you are utterly FANTASTIC!” a deep blush flares across me. At his exuberant statement I look down, embarrassed at being the focus of such delight. Gently lifting my face with a forefinger he says completely sober for moment as our eyes lock, “I mean it, you are utterly fantastic!” he reiterates with quiet vehemence.
The intensity in his eyes tells me he means every word and I slide over and hug him tightly to me but as that is not nearly enough I swoop forward to work on snogging him senseless, and find it a far, far easier task than I ever expected as I catch him with his lips parted and discover what it means for an extremely turned on Time Lady to French kiss a equally excited Time Lord. Before he can react to warn me we are engulfed in an erotic firestorm as the large quantities of pheromones that have collected from our foreplay obliterate any remaining trace of control from either of us and we are simultaneously thrown into shudders of orgasmic pleasure by the resulting chemical interaction that seems to go on forever.
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I crawl my way back to my sense before she can respond; again I reach out and gently and passionately begin to caress her face. "Oh, my sweet ladies." As we lie here I can't help but notice how much an untidiness our reactions have caused. "But I think we made a bit of a mess." I whisper quietly in her ear. In response I get nuzzle nod at my neck and a wave of embarrassment.
I can still feel a craving from her the likes of which I haven't felt it in a lover in a very, very long time, the incredible coming together of mind and body with another of my own kind to which I know I am already hopelessly addicted. I had thought this lost to me forever and I feel like am about to burst with gratitude for what they have done, what the have given me back through their selfless actions. As I feel their embarrassment I increase my gentle caresses to distract them. "What do think? Shower? Bath?" I whisper in her ear and feel her shudder against me.
'Bath, not sure I be able to concentrate enough to keep a shower going,' is Verity's almost hesitant reply. 'Sorry'
Nipping at her ear I whisper into it in reply. "Don't be, I'm going to make sure you couldn't even if you wanted to." In response I feel her tremble in my arms and a strong mental blush.
We slowly detangle ourselves to head into the ensuite. I notice she is still a bit clumsy and wonder if it is because of what we were just doing or if she is still adjusting to the changes. I am glad at least she didn't change appearance as well for both our sake. From my own experience I know it's hard enough getting used to a new body without adding large height or girth changes on top of that. Going from my sixth to seventh body had been particularly frustrating with the height and reach changes.
Chapter 11 - Commitments (R) OR (NC17)
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