Doctor Who: Panic Moon Rising Ch. 03

And she spoke, panted breathlessly the name she had given him, groaning through clenched teeth as he fucked her. It drove him on, her evident enjoyment lending him a kind of perverse motivation, as if every thrust could mark her before the Doctor ever got a hold of her.

His imagination was enflamed, Mels' writhing, moaning form sending his mind spinning down some darker paths; he wondered how far he could push this. Rather, how far he wanted to push it; no matter what he tried, he couldn't dispel the dense core of anger in him. She was right there, River Song was right there...

He wondered what it would be like if she regenerated right then and there, her entire body reformatting itself around him as he fucked her. Sander had been alone with his plans for a long time, and he had spent most of it studying Time Lord physiology; he knew that the regeneration process wasn't as rare as the Time Lords had always said. Certain easily obtainable chemicals could trick the body, trip the mechanism and cause cell regeneration spreading out in a wave from the first point of contact. It would be easy to do...

One moment fucking Mels, the next... River Song...

He could imagine with ease the sensation of it, passing through her body and into his as her entire physical form changed, giving him a whole new body to work with. All that regeneration energy burning through her body, altering her on a molecular level and passing through him in the process. It could be directed, and if done so forcefully was plenty to knock a man out, even kill one...

Must be one hell of a rush...

Not to mention the entirely unique sensation of her body becoming languid in every possible respect, flesh shifting and changing, an entirely new body having sex for the very first time in the moment of its regeneration. He could make her scream as Mels, listen to her moans change in mid stream, becoming the sound of River in ecstasy. Perhaps he could even have her regenerate at the moment of orgasm...

Never before had a sin against causality seemed so hot...

But of course, it could never happen. Not if he ever wanted to get back to his home, to see Mara and his friends ever again. To force River into being here and now would pull the foundation out from under a grand circular paradox; Mels would never be there to inspire Amy to name her, neither would they and the Doctor meet her right at the beginning, things would spin out of control.

And so he was reduced to doing what was within his power to accomplish; making the River-in-training writhe and moan beneath him, muscles shaking. Her skin was deliciously hot to the touch, overworked body tight and pushing back against him. Best of all, she kept calling out to him, seemingly never able to shut her mouth all the way, Yes, that seemed like Melody.

It struck him as hilarious, in a way; here she was, calling him Daddy while possibly a matter of meters away from her father-to-be, and he was that man's greatest enemy. A thousand years away, Amy was still locked up in one of Sander's cells, at the mercy of his crew. And right here, right now, he was screwing her daughter to a screaming, awfully kinky orgasm.

It really was enough to make one laugh, and for a singular, panic stricken moment, Sander opened his mouth to remark on it. He caught himself at the last moment, but it was the first time he had ever felt like he was about to have a heart attack during sex.

His palms itched in that most delicious way they did when he felt himself at the crest of a challenge he could topple; it was the feeling of first designing the Eternity Engine, only this time... sexy. Without even thinking, one hand swept out and slapped down hard on Mels' curvy, tense ass, making the moaning, fucking girl arch her back and cry out, the pain interrupting her stream of dirty talk. She was back to it far too quickly.

'Fuck, Daddy!' She buried her face in the sheets, the sound muffled but undeniably desperate.

'Okay, someone's got a thing for pain, too,' He filed that away, just in case he ever encountered her again, or worse, River. . It made sense, in a way; Sander had seen the lengths the Silence had gone to with Melody, perhaps she had simply done what she could to cope.

'Yes, Daddy,' She moaned indistinctly. 'More...'

Okay, enhanced hearing too, must remember that one...

'Let it never be said that I'm not a crowd pleaser,' His hand swung down, impacting her ass harder than before. He could feel her legs tense and shake, thrusting her bottom up into the slap, welcoming the next, and the thrusting of his cock beyond that. This was familiar ground, he could remember doing this with Mara on more than one occasion, and Sander was able to fall into a furious rhythm; thrust, withdraw, slap. Fuck and spank, back and forth, as Mels trembled beneath him.

He could feel it as she came, her pussy contracting around him, back arching, thrusting his cock as deeply into her as she could get him. Sander froze, with Mels' cunt milking him, closing in on his own edge but unwilling to allow himself to tumble over it; after all, he couldn't assume safe sex like he could in his own time. The human race was still several hundred years away from the succor of sterilization fields; the things he did here would have consequences.

As a result, the moment had stillness, aside from the minute, incessant shaking of Mels' limbs, as climax washed over her. She was strangely silent about it, and Sander got the immediate feeling that she was biting her lip, trying to avoid seeming vulnerable. Such a contrast, for the chatterbox time traveler. Not that it made a difference; Sander knew. Oh, he knew.

Perhaps that was enough. Sander could already tell that it would stick with him more than anything else this experience had brought him. He could return home in a second, be caught with his pants down by everyone currently staffing his base, and still have a smile on his face, because he'd made the Doctor's wife cum for him. For the first time, he truly felt he could take on the Time Lord with a smug grin.

For a moment he had to fight the rising fire in his mind again, as some dark voice in his head argued that Mels had had her fun, and now it was time for his... But Sander knew his luck, and given his high likelihood of now dying before he had even been born, he knew better than to push it. If he did, he would no doubt leave her accidentally pregnant, or something...

'Are you on the pill, Mels?' It actually took him a moment to search his memory, but Sander was able to recover that fragment of old world knowledge before his desires took over. Even so, he got the strongest feeling of living in the dark ages, just having to ask.

'N-no, Daddy,' She answered, her voice indistinct and muffled by the sheets. Abruptly, Sander withdrew, stepping away from the still writhing woman below him. She seemed vaguely disappointed at this, especially as she looked over her shoulder at him, their eyes meeting for the first time in a long time.

He could still see her in there, that little spark of River. That irascible edge, when the world wasn't swooning in her presence. The Time Lady's almost arrogant assurance in herself. It made his next words something he would treasure for a long time to come.

'Then get on your knees.'

'Okay... Daddy...' She blinked, but obeyed anyway, sliding down with hesitance in her voice. Her long legs folded beneath her, and when she looked up at him, her gaze was guarded, wary and almost concerned. Sander took a step forward, and realized that her back was pressed against the side of the bed; though her body was lasciviously on display, there was a trepidation there that hadn't been present before.

'I get the feeling that you don't use your mouth very often,' He said, brow furrowing. 'Well... like this, anyway.'

'Never, Daddy,' Her eyes dipped a little, as if she was ashamed. Sander got the feeling she disliked having something with which she was inexperienced, or not immediately good at.

'Never?' Even so, it did surprise him. Mels was certainly more experienced than her physical age would lead one to assume in all other areas so far, but she had additional regenerations which had ventured into adulthood; her sexual experience wasn't terribly surprising based on that. He continued, 'Well, I suppose that makes sense. I think I've got you figured out, girl... You talk a big game, all confident and breezy... Sucking cock would be a little submissive for a tough girl like you. Look at you now...'

She actually flinched as he loomed over her, fingers curling around her chin, tilting her gaze up to his. Internally, Sander crowed, the heady sensation of power, over one of his most dangerous enemies, flowing through him. If nothing else, this alone made his unwanted trip to the past worthwhile.

'Tell me you want it. Beg me for it...'

'I can't...'

'I want you to.'

'... Let me suck your cock,' Mels' voice trembled as she spoke, this seemed to be giving her real trouble. Sander grinned, shook his head.

'Try again.'

This caused her expression to shift, a little bit of bitterness crossing her features momentarily; only the way her thighs squeezed tightly together betrayed her continuing lust. When she spoke next, it was with a sweetness laced with just the smallest amount of acid.

'Please Daddy, let me suck your cock,' Her eyes remained level with Sander's, her attempt at a challenge undercut by her lowered position, and the very noticeable flush in her cheeks. When Sander dropped a hand on top of her head, she actually flinched, but the firmness of his grip left her in no doubt as to what would happen next. As he shifted closer, she opened her mouth.

'Look at you now,' Sander couldn't help but speak, to deepen her blush as his cock slipped over her tongue, into her virgin mouth. He felt some token resistance, the soft muscle pushing up instinctively against the intrusion, but he didn't let it stop him, 'The tough girl, all confident swagger... here you are on your knees, calling some stranger Daddy... So I guess you're just full of surprises...'

Of course, it wasn't as though Mels could answer, beyond a simple grunt as he moved in closer, sliding his cock further into her mouth. Her head was braced against the bed, held in place by his hand; she couldn't move, found herself merely kneeling there as he fucked her mouth. Her nose wrinkled in distaste, at the taste of her own juices, coating his stiff length, made hot by the blood pumping through it.

It wasn't a blowjob, not really, and Mels was vaguely grateful for that; better to allow Sander to take the reins, than to attempt it herself and be terrible at it. He taunted her even for this, and though his words shot shamefully to her clit, she wouldn't have been able to handle it if she were required to actively participate at the same time. Her hands lay limp in her lap, covering her wet and used pussy almost defensively, as the stranger above her used her mouth. More than once, she almost gagged.

It didn't take him long to cum, the part of the process that Mels dreaded the most. Even if she had made a habit of going down on guys, swallowing would be the last thing from her mind; it seemed too submissive, it wouldn't fit her. But then, of course, nothing she had done with Sander so far would have fit the person she tried to be in the outside world. She didn't know why he in particular brought this out in her, but once she had conceded that first victory to him, allowed him to pin her down, it had been like running downhill. It was hard to stop.

He just seemed lit from within by some glorious energy, something almost smug and victorious, whenever he stood over her. It did something to her...

So when his cum drenched her tongue, though her first instinct was to fight, pull away and spit it out... she swallowed. She sat still as his cock slid in until the base was nestled between her lips, and his salty, sticky seed dripped onto the back of her tongue and right down her throat, shot by shot as his cock swelled and twitched. His orgasm tightened the muscles in his thighs, and Mels could feel them through his pants, when he was crowded in this close.

Sander was very conscious of his automatic desire to laugh, as he pulled away from Mels' nude form. In his mind he could see so clearly all the little teasing, flirting interactions that the Doctor and River would share in future, only now they were all interpreted through the lens of what he had just done with the very same woman. He felt his shoulders shaking a little, the silent, barely contained giggling bubbling up in odd little ways through his body. He hoped Mels couldn't see it; she was probably distracted, anyway.

Briefly, he wondered what the future really held for her. Had the Doctor ever spoken to her about him after Amy had been rescued? Had Amy herself? Or Rory? Exactly how much did River end up knowing about his connection to the Doctor? Was he in her little blue book? Did she shift guiltily from foot to foot whenever his name came up?

Just how much of this day would she be unable to live down?

As he straightened his clothes and made himself presentable, Sander looked at Mels out of the corner of his eye. She was still kneeling, but when she realized he was looking her way, she leapt to her feet, giving him a guarded, though thoroughly satisfied look. Sander got the feeling she very rarely got to indulge in this side of her personality; too busy running free and disrupting the daily goings on in Leadworth. He grinned at her.

'So, that was something, huh?'

'Yeah,' A familiar grin spread across her face, returning her features to a kind of equilibrium; some modicum of her breezy, confident demeanor had returned. Though still naked, she had gone from being nervous and essentially pinned, to amused, languid, in control. Some aspects of the experience had been unexpected for her, but she had always been one to enjoy a consequence free fuck.

'Don't tell me you're going to get all talky now, yeah?' She continued, attempting sarcastic and smooth, and almost achieving it. But her natural wariness wasn't as well hidden as it usually was, showing through in the tightness of her expression. For a natural born liar, Mels finally looked like she had something to hide.

'I wouldn't dream of it, Miss,' Sander gave her a showy, vaguely mocking nod and smile. 'No, I think we both know that when you drag a guy you met a few minutes before back to your bedroom, it's not going to be a terribly long lasting thing. Still good, though.'

He could have waited for her to answer, to say anything, but for some reason he wasn't willing to make this a conversation. If he let her get the last word, he would be legitimizing her, giving her more power than he was comfortable with. Better that he take the initiative, and remind her that this had been just as much a throwaway encounter for him as it had been for her.

Well... Better that she believe that, anyway.

'I'll just let myself out, then,' He said, entirely conscious that Mels herself had just opened her mouth to speak. 'No need in dragging this out, and you don't exactly look like one for cuddling.'

She nodded, sprawling herself out on her bed- at least as far as the limited space would allow- without a care for her nudity. Sander got an eyeful before slipping out through the door and into the hall. He committed how she looked to memory, not wanting to give up even a single fragment of today's events. After finally putting some distance between himself and Mels, he allowed his laughter some breathing room, chuckling to himself as he stepped outside.

It was late afternoon now, the sunlight going a deep orange as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. Mels' home formed a deep well of shadow, cool and pleasant to walk in as Sander travelled from one shadow to the next, each house casting a depressingly similar silhouette. It was as if a giant cookie cutter had just descended from on high and stamped a row of identical shadows out of the light around them. Mass produced scenery.

But Sander found it strangely pleasant, and he knew why; he had grown up in a city without a sky, where the natural world had been stamped down and cultivated, allowed to grow only in certain aesthetically pleasing gardens. Even on Vesperia he had stuck to the capital city, where he could at least run the rest of the settlements in relative peace. Despite being stuck way out from his own time, he couldn't help but delight in being in a place so... untamed.

The grass under his feet, a softer option than the path that lay mere feet away, made him want to take off his shoes just to feel it against his skin. Oh, there had been grass on Trismestigius, but not like this, not without the rumble of machinery just below the surface. This planet didn't vibrate the way his home did, and more than that, it was Earth. Earth grass, growing out of Earth soil, and-

Ah... Earth Amy and Rory, walking a little ways up the path. And Earth Amy, staring at him with an expression of nervous disbelief on her face. No escaping that without looking mighty suspicious, and he just knew that if he turned around now, Amy would follow. She had a tendency to follow mysterious strangers.

'Well, this should be fun...'

To be continued...