Hi guys (girl also but i doubt that), welcome to this first smutty OS. For the first OS, we will be starring Rule 63 Lion (Female Lion) and Doc. Their rivalry and hate is legendary in the Rainbow unit due to the moral dilemma it carries behind. I hope you'll like it. The tags are just below. If ou want to skip the "plot" you can search the page for Lemon.

F!LionxDoc.

Tag: Maledom, rough sex, hate sex, deepthroat, light femdom, consensual.

Note: lion will be referred to as Lionesse, french for Lioness. Oh, and also my stories will always be consensual.

The silence was as thick as the hate. Gustave 'Doc' Kateb finished applying the last bandages on Olive 'Lionesse' Flament, his hands, despite the anger they contained worked with care and accuracy, careful not to hurt the object of their wrath. Olive had her green eyes looking at the ceiling, absently.

"Voila." Announced Doc. "It's over."

Without a word, the mended woman got up, unsteady on her feet at first, but as she walked she became surer, and finally walked normally, the bandaged wound at her hips still slightly aching. She put a simple black t-shirt and headed for the door, as silent as she was from the start, but before she could leave, Doc interrupted her.

"Well, Flament, you could at least thank me." He said, sounding half angry, half scolding.

"Thanks, Doc;" She spat the last word venomously.

"Hé, you could at least be a bit grateful, looks like your family failed to teach you politeness."

Lionesse stomped toward him, and pointed a finger at his chest, he was taller than her, at least a good half head, making her around one meter and sixty-five centimetres, or five foot and forty-one inches tall. Her blonde hair was pulled in a simple ponytail, clearing her face which was adorned by a small snub nose, an almond shaped jaw and long blond eyelash, framing elegant eyes. Her fair and creamy white skin, who had weathered an intensive military career quite well, contrasted with Doc's own, which was tanned brown from his North African heritage.

His short trimmed black hair was peppered with white strands, something that his three-day beard also suffered as it ran along his oval-shaped jaw. His nose was sharp, and at that moment his brown eye looked at the smaller woman with a mix of anger and tiredness.

"Don't you bring my family into this." She seethed, pressing her finger against his chest.

"Oh, looks like I've touched a sensitive cord." He mocked her.

She clenched her free hand and grimaced.

"At least, I was not raised to be a fool."

Doc frowned and his lips curled downwards.

"Am I a fool to care about people's lives?" He sneered.

"You are a fool to endanger missions for useless goals." She raised her voice.

And he responded in kind.

"Useless? Is it what lives are for you?" He asked angrily, his clenched fists shaking.

"If saving them means more death." She defended herself.

"We cannot pick lives, sacrifice them, we are not gods!" He shouted.

"And we cannot save everyone!" She countered, yelling.

Doc shook his head, backing away from the lioness, he sighed as he looked at her, his gaze had shifted from an angry one to a contemptuous one.

"You should be kicked from the Groupe." He said.

"I do what must be done, so people like you can claim to be 'humanitarian'."

Doc wasn't even willing to respond to the jab, he was tired, tired as it was late, tired by her, tired by his endless and ever demanding work, tired by the lives he did not save.

"You should be punished." He said, heading for the exit.

As he was about t leave, Lionesse reversed the role, interrupting him;

"Hey!" She called him out. "Why don't you punish me?" She asked, smugly.

He responded with an ineloquent 'hmm?'.

"Yes, you Gustave Kateb are a coward." That made him frown a second time. "You don't have the balls to do something about your problems and expect other people to take care of it." She taunted him.

To be truthful that was a blatant lie, but she wanted to anger him, she just loved seeing him break composure, being so angry, it brought the lion in him. In a blink of an eye, Doc's hand was raised and was nearly brought down on her, he stopped near her face, his open palm twitching for a hit. He looked at her smug self.

He scowled, the little b... brat didn't even react to him, he felt his hand burn, desiring the brutal contact of flesh.

"You see." She added to the insult.

He scoffed, withdrawing his hand.

"No wonder your boyfriend left you."

Lioness froze, her mouth agape.

"How..."

Doc knew he had gone too far but his mind was entirely focused on hurting the object of his wrath.

"You bastard!" She cried out, hitting him on the chest.

He coughed from the force of the impact, and the ones following it. He caught her hands, stopping her.

"I didn't let my wife die!" She raged on.

Doc froze, his mind screeching to a traumatic halt. Patients. His wife. Patients saved. Wife dead. Long buried memories resurfaced like water from a geyser. He let out a cry of unadulterated rage, taking Lioness by the collar and tackled her on the wall.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

LEMON

He seethed and breathed hard, before letting her go. Their faces were close to each other, they could feel their breath on each other's face. Suddenly, Doc leaned forward and his lips made contact with Lionesse's own. She looked surprised before anger overtook her. But her tension and anger made her reasoning an unsound one. She deepened the kiss, clawing the back of his head.

He grunted and he embraced her waist, bringing her close. It continued for a few seconds, the tongue attacking, defending, trying to wrestle the other into submission. The battle ended with a draw. Doc used the occasion to lift Lionesse and put her on the operation table, and he went once again on the offensive. However, this time, Lionesse bit his lips, drawing a pained grunt from him, as he conceded defeat.

She smirked and gripped his white lab coat, opening it by ripping the buttons, her hands roamed his broad chest, decorated by the different scars and marks of war. Doc with a quick gesture removed her t-shirt, throwing it on the ground before he cupped her medium sized breast, handling them roughly through the bra, causing a pained moan from Lionesse.

"Moan you damn bitch." He grunted, burying his face in her neck and biting.

Her hands scratched his back, going to the rim of his pants and pulling them down. She slapped Doc's face away from her shoulder, before cupping his crotch with her left hand,

"Hmm, pretty small." She lied, feeling the rather large package.

Doc's face reddened and he clasped his hand around her neck, bringing her head down before sliding off his boxer, revealing his thick and hard member. He ripped her sweatpants at the crotch. He pressed himself against her, pinning her to the table, his hand still on her neck, but not choking her. He guided his hard penis to her entrance and without warning penetrated her.

"Already wet? You are fucking desperate!" He mocked her

"I'm not feeling anything!"

He thrust forcefully, making her shake. And continued with strength and vigour to ram her, his anger finally unleashed. She tried to muffle her pants as his hot rod entered her violently. She nearly yelped when Doc ripped her bra and nipped her nipples while fondling the other without care. The pain was rather pleasurable.

But she wouldn't be dominated like that. Without warning, she bit his neck a second time, her teeth sinking in. She disengaged from him and pushed him to the ground with her feet. Without waiting she pounced on him. She sat on his waist, and kissed him ferociously, winning the battle with her high ground advantage. Breaking the kiss while Doc wanted more, she rode the combat doctor. Bouncing up and down on his pole, she used her hands as leverage as she let the pleasure dictate her actions. Doc grabbed her by the sides, lifting her up and down while thrusting desperately too.

He shut his eyes. How long at it been. At least five years, five years since he had mourned the passing of his other half. His anger was not the only thing making him thrusting his hips but also his sorrow and unreleased libido. The pleasure was washing away those terrible feelings.

Lionesse also had her eyes shut, teeth sunk in her lips. It had also been some years since she had any sex, her work and faith kept her from having a sexual life. She was a rebel in her youth and had her number of one night stands, and sex with her boyfriend, but this. This was on another level altogether. The sheer force of her feelings, anger, hate, and frustration was transformed into pleasure.

The two hated each other. They knew what they were doing was wrong and yet it felt so good.

As Doc, pinned, felt he was going to come, knock her from him with a well-placed blow to her side. The interruption surprised and she let out a half pleasured filled, half surprised yelp.

"Felt nothing, eh?" He asked, rhetorically.

He carried her in his strong broad arms and laid her, on her back. on the operation table, her face toward his crotch.

"Wa-" She was cut as he entered her mouth with his member.

She gagged and moaned on his member as he jack hammered her, his penis entering in quick forceful succession. Drool ran down his member, while her tongue danced around the veins, the hot bitter taste invading her mouth. Meanwhile, his balls slapped against her nose, the scent of sweat and sex completing the taste.

His hand came to her throat once more, where the bulge of his pole could be seen, coming and going. He clasped tightly, choking her even more and squeezing his dick harder. He continued like that for a few minutes, sometimes releasing his tight grasp on her trachea.

Lionesse could feel the air missing, but every time oxygen lack was darkening her vision, the grip released. She would not admit it but the forceful treatment excited her. Having her enemy hurt and dominate her like that, gave her so much pleasure.

Soon he came. His hot and sticky load of semen deserving in her throat as he forced against his pelvis. He let out a loud grunt of pleasure, his tension starting to disappear. He heard her coughing and choking, but instead of helping her as his oath stated. He grabbed her head roughly and yelled at her.

"Swallow, you goddam slut!"

She tried to do this, tears streaming down her face. Some drops of cum fell on the floor as she tried to swallow it all, some running down her chin. As she finished gulping the last drops. He slapped her, hard.

"You left some! Lick!" He ordered her.

She obeyed and began licking the drops on the ground. It was salty and really not good. She forced herself to swallow it all. Doc nodded, satisfied.

"Well done, good girl. Now, you haven't cum yet, good girls deserve it." He said.

He pulled her, and put her once more on the operating table, being her over. He slapped her left ass cheeks. It juggled nicely and he chuckled. He took aim and penetrated her vagina once more. She moaned. He fucked her roughly, slamming his pelvis viciously against her.

"You like that?"

"Yes." She moaned.

"Yes, sir!" He commanded.

"Yes, I like that sir!" She yelled.

"Good."

He took her ponytail and yanked it back, roughly. She moaned, her nerves tingling from the pleasure, at the back and front. A hand crashed down a second time on her ass. Oh, she definitely liked that.

She let her moans out freely, uncaring of what Doc would think or of alerting anyone. The table shook hard as Doc rammed her with increasing power, and soon she felt something build inside her. She was close and her pleasured sounds intensified. The room was filled with their noise and stank of their activity.

And soon thanks to a couple of powerful thrusts she came. Her mind thought of nothing as she felt her entire body convulse, her walls clenching around Doc, she felt her entire body relaxing, shaking, quivering and her juices flowing out, just like her frustration.

Doc's thrust did not stop, his face clenched in pleasure, her tightness squeezing his penis. He did not take long before his cum mixed with her. He pulled out with a heavy and tired sigh. Watching her juices flow from her.

Finally, after some moments, Lionesse settled, her entire body and mind relaxed. She purred happily. Meanwhile, Doc leaned against the wall.

"Hey." She croaked, catching his attention. "I can't go back to my room like that."

Doc understood. He walked toward her and carried her, bridal style, to his room, which was adjacent to the operation room. He laid her on the bed, softly this time. His loathe was building up again as he looked at her, looked at her cute and rosy mouth. A mouth which had let tens of innocent die. He shook his head and slipped her in the cover, before doing so himself.

As he settled, ready to sleep off his exhaustion, he heard her whisper.

"I hate you." She murmured, softly.

"Me too."

And sleep took the two hate birds.

Doc woke up, it was early in the morning. The clock just stroke eight. He looked beside him, an empty bed was his sight. He tried to move but groaned as he felt a sharp pain on his breast, he looked down and saw a fresh and nasty bite mark on his pectoral.

"Fucking lioness." He swore.

He got up. He did not look forward to cleaning the operating room. That damn Lionesse!

Sooo... Did ya like it? Did ya hate it? Please tell me. If you liked you can always fav/follow.

For the next operator, who will I do? I have a scenario for Frost, Fuze (2nd Shock Army skin and "lore") and IQ. Please only ask one op, I will take care of the pairings.

Have a nice day y'all.