This story takes place in Doctor Who Series 7, "The Snowmen". Specifically the scene where Victorian Clara has just snuck out from her job as a bar maid and has now ended up in a mysterious horse-drawn carriage with The Eleventh Doctor. However, they both seem to be up for a lot more than what meets the eye ;)
Two thuds of the carriage roof echoed around the cosy room of the carriage as The Doctor knocked his fist against it, "Strax, take us back to where we found her," he commanded, looking out through the frosted window and into the streets. There was barely anyone outside anymore - it seemed that the past twenty minutes or so that was taken wasting time with retrieving the memory worm just for them not to use it anyway had been enough time for people to funnel into their homes and out of the cold, snowy high streets of London. The warm glow of the street lamps was enough to melt the ice over the footsteps and porches, but the rest was left in darkness, letting the snowflakes rest and build in height under the foggy night skies. The view of the frozen outside world soon became less and less visible, until all The Doctor could see was himself in the reflection, as the warmth from inside the carriage slowly began to fog up the glass with condensation.
He turned back to the inside of his carriage, already finding it hard to resist looking at the beautiful woman that was perched in front of him. He hated these sort of situations. He never knew what to do, or how to act. Should he look up? His eyes peered upwards to the low ceiling, focusing in on the hanging lamp that projected a humble light. No. That was stupid. What about out the window? He darted his eyes back to the window only to realise that the large wall of fog was the reason why he turned away in the first place. Okay, how about at the ground? Yes, he was wearing new boots after all, he could have a quick look at those again.
No. What was he thinking? Clara smirked, finding the whole ordeal quite amusing, to which he shared a similar chuckle before the silence grew once more. He subtly looked up, without it becoming obvious, to admire her appearance just that little more. It had occurred to him that he had never really took in what she looked like before, just another human in amongst the thousands he saw every passing day. He watched the brunette's messy hair sway from the shudders and bumps of the carriage wheels against the gravel roads, and how her deep hazel eyes, now looking out to the other window pane, glowed against the warm pastels of the lamp. Suddenly, The Doctor found his eyes latched onto her amazingly perky breasts, immediately looking away, until after a few seconds, taking a slightly longer glimpse. They bounced with each inconsistent bump along the cobbled street, similarly to her hair, but without the touch of lightness and delicacy. Her skin pressed tightly against the material of her dress, as if they were so desperately trying to escape. Clara turned away from the window, instantly catching his eyesight. He glanced away as quickly as possible, pondering whether she noticed or not - he didn't want to seem as if he was being inappropriate in any way, but came to the realisation that she most definitely had.
Clara peered through the fog, trying to unwind her thoughts. No matter what she asked herself, Clara always landed at a similar outcome - that maybe this was a good thing. Well, that wasn't all. The more she thought about 'those thoughts' the more she realised something else was growing too - her desires. Of a specific kind. Pure hunger, animalistic, in fact. She couldn't stop her mind from spiralling out of control, feeling completely overwhelmed by this new idea. Her heart beat seemed to rise, pounding faster and harder, and she didn't know why, but it was happening, the urge was just too strong, she knew he wanted it as well, that was quite obvious in itself, but now, now it was a different story, because, now, she wanted it more than him, she wanted it so badly, more than ever -
Her eyelids opened, as her eyes widened in a sudden shock. It was as if her brain had shut off in the ever-growing heat of the carriage, but now it was back online. Oh. Her lips were completely pressed against his, The Doctor's arms around her waist, as she threw herself into him in an explosive instant, the pair leaning into each other on opposite sides of the carriage. Her cheeks were flushed with red, as her mind came to terms with what had just happened - with what she had just done, but after a second or two, it felt different. He continued to kiss her, as passionately as before, pressing his tongue between her lips and clashing with her own. It was like the pair of them both sparked together, now rearing for more, much, much more. Without another minute wasted, The Doctor pulled her closer to his body, moving his hands around her dress until finding the laces around her breasts. With each pull of a string, the material was loosened just enough to expose the top of her magnificent globes in remarkable, round glory. She moaned from under his lips as he grasped them in his palms through her laced bra, clamping his fingers around them firmly and squeezing.
It felt glorious - how he played with them, as if he owned them and had no care in the world. He pulled and pushed on her breasts as his tongue ventured further down her mouth, forcing more moans from the hungry brunette as he began to work his way around her neck, kissing, licking and even biting her delicate, pink skin under the subtle glow of the lantern in the carriage. He could hear her breath getting louder and louder, as she sat in excitement until her arms jumped up, grabbing onto his shoulder blades and then around his back as he did so. Clara's arms continued to move around in desperation, feeling up and down his perfectly shaped back and then back around to his chest, pressing her palms and fingers against his clothing to feel the warmth and chiselled shape from underneath. It was at this point, The Doctor realised just how desperate she was for him and, oh boy, did that make him glad. He knew that all those progressively dirtier thoughts in the back of the mind could come true, that all of that lust and need for her body in that instant would all be fulfilled, but most importantly, now he could pretend to be the one with all the control - the control to stop his desperation getting the better of him, keeping calm and seemingly patient with it. He smirked with the thought, he could pass himself off as if he wasn't even the one initiating this, and then through that he could tease her flirtatiously, either by words or through actions, slowly allowing her desires to come a reality, right here in this carriage, moving along the cold, snowy lanes.
But she wouldn't be so lucky to get it all so quickly, no. He knew he could take his time, to get her slowly realising more and more how desperate she really was, making her admit it to him, as he carefully allowed her body more pleasures over the course of the journey. His smirk greatened with each new thought and idea he had, how all of those things at the back of his mind for so long now could come true right here, and how out of anyone it could be with, it would be with someone who was as beautifully designed and shaped as Clara. How even in a bar maid dress, she could look so elegant and hot, with her skin practically glowing and her eyes so deep in hunger for more.
His fingers trailed along the curvature of her breast, over the luscious red material, making her edge closer, her eyes widening with excitement and the need for more. The excitement Clara was feeling only grew, however, as The Doctor's confident finger reached to the top of the dress, before gently treading on her skin, gently rising up and down with her chest from each breath. He trailed underneath the thin cloth, moving a couple fingers down her breast once more, but this time, feeling her skin with each second from under the dress. Just the few inches of new skin being explored felt so good, both to the cocky Time Lord and the obedient bar maid.
Soon, his two fingers latched onto her nipple, squeezing it demandingly before pulling it towards him. She squealed from the instant surprise, with the noise gradually turning into a cute laugh as the sharp sensation disappeared. She let out a relieving, loud breath from between her pink lips, that were slightly quivering from pure joy and also the slight dash of nerves. Well, nerves is a strange word, she thought. She was certain on what she wanted and she was certain she was going to make sure it would happen, right in this hour, it was. But the nervous brunette still couldn't help but feel something that was hard to be described. It was like a fluttery feeling in her stomach, one which was making her feel lightheaded and increasingly more dizzy, as if she wanted to run and hide from her situation, as if she wasn't up for the occasion and instead relax underneath the comfort of a soft duvet. But no, that's not what she wanted. She wanted him. And he wanted her.
"What do you want from me, Clara?" He said, in deep tone. There was no need to hesitate any longer, they were both completely mesmerised from the warmth and the intimacy. His fingers latching onto her nipple once more, clamping down on it with a growing force by the second until the words slipped out of her mouth.
Clara looked into his eyes, she didn't know what to say, or what to think, or what to do. Except for one thing - she should be honest. Be up front. Be serious, with a pinch of sexy and flirtatious. Yes, perfect, she thought.
"I don't know what's come over me... But I want you to do some things to me, tonight. In this carriage. "
"Ask properly, and I might." he replied, smirking again, staring into her eyes whilst he thought about the sensation of the pain and pleasure she must be feeling at the second.
She squealed again as he pulled even harder, making her wince from the feeling, but now giving her a new sensational tingly feeling all over, as if her body enjoyed it way too much more than it should, "P- please... Please can you fuck me..."
He smiled as she spoke the words of her answer, giving him so much joy to hear those words out loud, hearing her admit the desires to him and letting them out into the warm, thick air, that contrasted so heavily to the coldness and the crispness of the outside world which moved along the window. He lifted his fingers from her nipple, letting the sensation cool and fade out as his hand moved from under her bra piece to back out onto his lap. That was before it moved onto the side of her waist, the other hand landing on her opposite side. She realised how nice it was to feel his rough demeaner, noticing how firmly his hands were pressed against her sides, as if he was grabbing her, like she wasn't allowed to move or something of the kind. Well, that was about to change.
All of a sudden, her body was flipped around, as their bodies began to stand as high as they could in the low roof of the carriage. The Doctor could smell a slight scent of lavender that dazzled from the beautiful strands of hair on his new-found person of interest. They only stood there for a couple seconds, before Clara felt his hands move her once more, this time in an even more controlling demeaner, pushing her onto the seat she was previously sat on. This time, however, she was raised onto her hands and knees, kneeling up on all fours as she faced the window. She could see the darkness of the night, casting a shadow across the streets that was fought off by the humble glow of the Victorian street lights. A generous layer of frosted snow covered the cobbles and the roofs of the houses, the trees and the leaves of the shrubs, yet began to lightly melt under the warmth of the lights, in small circular areas. There wasn't a soul in sight, except for the occasional family seen through a window of a nearby street house, pulling the curtains or perhaps clearing the table from the plates and food from a roasted meal.
The Doctor kneeled himself behind her, pressing his trousers against her rear, to her surprise. Well, maybe she was expecting it after all, but there's one thing for sure, she definitely was not expecting the surge of confidence and progress. A hand was felt brushing along her hair, before slowly sliding down the back of her dress and then all the way to her rear. He kept his hand there for a few more handfuls of seconds, enjoying the moment as it lasted. Clara couldn't help but love the seconds as they went by, keeping a note of how firmly he liked handling her, considering how hard his grasp rested on her backside. But, the moment didn't last forever. As with another handful of seconds gone by, her dress was lifted onto her hips, revealing everything from her snow-coated boots all the way to the lacy, rather white, panties that wrapped around her curved skin. Clara looked back at him, watching his eager eyes stare towards her body. What had she gotten into? There was no stopping now, that was for sure, and she wouldn't want it any other way. The Doctor placed his palms firmly on her ass, feeling it's smooth roundness underneath his fingers, this time feeling how exactly her skin felt beneath his touch.
"I simply can't use words to describe what I want to do to you, Clara. But first I think I can use actions. So, stay still and enjoy what's about to happen, or else you'll be back out into the cold night. Understand?"
"I- I under- understa-" her stutter was cut short by an instant sharp feeling against her rear, The Doctor's palm slamming into the back of her with a great amount of force. Clara let out a sudden reaction, a scream echoing out into the carriage, and possibly outside too. It was a scream of pleasure, however, he could tell, a scream that said so much in just a few seconds of sound. It hurt, no doubt, but she realised just how much she enjoyed it for exactly that. And, oh dear lord, it was so good, "I- I understand."
"Good. So you're going to stay still until I move you. Is that what you want?" He asked, crashing his hand into her ass once more, forcing out another cry from the sore brunette.
"Y- yes!" Clara exclaimed, but it was only met with yet another hard spank onto her rear.
"Yes, what?" He corrected her, tapping her lightly on the sore spot that was reddening on her skin before making her endure yet another sharp, overwhelming sensation on her backside.
"Yes, please! Y- Yes, please." She quickly spat out, still struggling to say any words at all other than loud screams and cries from her, still trembling, lips. His hand came down on her ass again, but this time softer and slower, pathing a trail for his hand to follow, moving from the red area of her skin to the space between her thighs, noticing how it was already dampened as he clamped down his hand in the gap, tightly.
"It seems you're enjoying this already, Clara," he stated, feeling the dampness from under the white fabric. In the next instant, Clara's cute, lacy panties were yanked down, from a forceful tug of his arm, pulling them down to just above her knees. Now he could really appreciate her amazing body and how it curved so nicely before him. Clara could hear the sound of a belt unbuckle, with it falling to the wooden floor soon afterwards, the loud noise of it in unison with his hands clamping down on both her perky, rounded cheeks. In just seconds, Clara felt his hardness push through her dripping, desperate entrance. The Doctor gently moaned as soon as he felt her insides slowly tightening around his member, with Clara widening her eyes in an instant, forming her mouth into an "o" shape.
She moaned as he pushed further, beginning to grip the leather of the seats as much as she could. She looked outside again, through the windows which had steamed up slightly, thinking about what she was doing. She had a mysterious and absolutely jaw-dropping man's member pushing within her, as she knelt before him in his private carriage, rolling through a quiet city in the cold, bitter night.
The wheels of the carriage weren't the only things rolling anymore, however, as soon her deep brown eyes began to roll to the back of her skull, feeling The Doctor push even deeper inside of her. There was no doubt about it that he had pure hunger for her, hunger to be as deep as possible, or so it seemed to her, as she was finding out. He continued grabbing her hips, beginning to move them further and closer to him with each thrust of his throbbing, warm hardness. This only made things worse, in the best possible way, making Clara moan more and more as he crashed her hips into him, whilst he buried himself further and further between her entrance. She could even feel the soreness of her red skin sting even more as his own hips crashed harder into her, making it impossible to keep in her pathetic, yet remarkably hot sounds. This only encouraged the already cocky Time Lord, even more so, however, making him speed up his movements with each thrust, drilling deep and hard into her to the point where she could barely think, her eyes still rolled far back back into her mind as she could feel her mind practically melting into a fluttery, oozing mess of pleasure and overwhelming submission.
The Doctor stopped for a split second, making her reposition her body once more, this time, so that she was relying on the window she facing to hold herself up with her hands, making her back arch more so as she continued to stay knelt on the seat. His desperation got the better of him, as he let out another moan with his smirk, now wrapping an arm around her neck whilst he pushed into her. Clara was starting to feel unimaginable sensations from the constant depth of his drilling member, but now was absolutely in love with the tightness of his arm around her, moaning harder and harder as it gripped around her even tighter, making Clara struggle to even let out any noise whatsoever. She could feel the sweat trickle down the curves of her spine and the roundness of her breasts, as they began to bounce against each other in, side to side, creating a whole new noise from the crashing sound of sweaty skin. The Doctor moved his arm from around her neck, allowing her breath to move freely again, but was now landing against her chest, as his hand firmly gripped one of her tits in his palm, clamping his hand onto it with determination as he mercilessly, without pause, continued to thrust into her from behind in an ever-growing sensational and undeniably hot scene, that seemed to only get better and better with every minute that the overjoyed Time Lord used to crash into the brilliant bar maid.
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