Hey again! This took only a short amount of time to complete as I had been wanting to make something with Amy in. Taking place during the episode Flesh And Stone, Amy soon finds herself alone with soldiers whilst she fights an angel inside of her mind. This is basically just an alternate version of what happens next. If you are interested in what might happen next, feel free to let me know!

And in a matter of a few seconds, The Doctor and his team had made their way over the mound and into the deep forest of the Byzantium. The sound of their voices slowly began to fade with distance, until an eery silence replaced it and flooded the nearby area. A small team of around two or three soldiers guarded the beautifully petite redhead who was perched on a mossy rock in a clearing of trees, well, she couldn't tell how many there were exactly with her eyes closed but it was enough to feel safe, at least. The last thing Amy knew she could do right now was open her eyes, the thought of turning into a stone killing-machine sounding terrifying. The temptation was there in the back of her mind however, and it was strong. The angel within her knew she was weakening, with each minute passing by, eventually it would be able to push her enough to do it, just for a second, that's all it needed. It would eventually be free after the constant teasing in her thoughts and could finally use the once-known body of Amelia Pond to murder every little human in this forest and feast for years to come. It's voice was louder than ever, calling out in her thoughts, mocking her almost. Amy wasn't going to let it win so easily, no matter how far it urged her.

She gripped the sides of her bright red hoodie in stress, trying to focus her mind elsewhere and distract herself from the growing voice. Amy could hear the sharp sounds of leaves crunching beneath the soldier's boots, one was particularly nearby. The noise came to a subtle stop, once the soldier had noticed her heavy breathing.

"Are you feeling okay, Amy?" He questioned, raising an alarm in his tone. He sat himself down beside her, with the sound of his equipment thudding into the rocks.

"I'm- I'm not sure how much longer I can suppress it," she replied in heavy breaths, falling into panic. He watched as sweat began to run down her pale face, making each individual muscle twitch. "It wants to kill us all, I can't stop it-"

"No, you're not going to let that happen," he interrupted, "it's playing with your mind, it's making you fear it. That's what it wants - for you to be scared, so you have to try and ignore it." He commanded confidently, before grabbing her hands in his and gripping them in reassurance.

Amy's face was still stained in the look of worry, "I know- I know that's what it wants, but it's altering my thoughts, even my- my movement. I can barely move, it's like I don't want to." Her head started to twitch, her gorgeous red hair springing into action and flowing down her back and between her shoulders. The man reached over and adjusted her hairband back to it's place before gently moving his arm over and behind her head. In slow gestures, he started to stroke her hair in an attempt to calm her. He could feel the amazingly soft yet ecstatic hair glide through his fingers. The way it gently bounced at the slightest of movements but fell down her back like a waterfall made him mesmerised. He dared not to stop either, not only was it quite obviously helping Amy in reassurance but it was like an addiction, he didn't want to quit now. He endured the warmth of her back in the palm of his hand and could very slightly feel her every breath. Attracting the eye of another solider from ten or so feet away, this one with overly broad shoulders and muscle with curling blonde hair that crawled out from underneath his helmet. The soldier stopped in his trail and subtly began to watch.

Amy's breathing pattern was still irregular and agitated but was much slower now with the soft touch of the man she couldn't even see. She didn't want him to stop either, as it began to drown out the isolation she was feeling whilst being left in the darkness. The two soldiers met each other eye-to-eye, as if to express how privileged they felt to be able to protect such beauty. The blonde walked and sat on a rock a few feet in front of them, still keeping guard but now quite distracted. He looked her up and down, taking in every last detail. Her pale, intricately designed face and gorgeous hair, her tender neck that was just asking to be kissed and caressed and especially now with the steamy heat of the forest giving her an even sexier, sweatier look. He moved his eyes down to her long sleeved hoody and admired her petite figure. Her medium-sized chest, hidden behind the hoody was no doubt as jaw-dropping as the rest of her and her waist was outstandingly curved. Moving even lower now, his eyesight collided with her skirt. Well, barely a skirt at that size. It was wrapping tightly around her hips and could only manage to cover a few inches of her luscious thighs, which were dressed in some thin black tights. He couldn't get around just how curvy her backend seemed from his whereabouts, as it sat innocently on the damp rocks. He couldn't help but lick is lips when watching her, no matter how hard he tried. He also noticed that Darren, who was the guy sat next to Amelia and stroking her hair, was now carrying out similar devilish looks.

They both peered to each other again and grinned, from one side of their face to the other, in a new thirst they had so quickly obtained. Slowly, Darren broke contact with Amy's hair and moved it back up and over her until landing it on her thigh closest to him. His grasp touched the fabric of her tights but managed to get a good feel of beneath, through the paper-thin materials. Amy, instantly surprised by this, moved her lips to say something on the matter but soon fell short of it and just stayed silent as he began to rub his hand slowly up and down, against her thigh. Although it's not what she expected, she couldn't help but believe it to be a good distraction, in the present situation.

Amy, almost miraculously, started to feel a new sense of comfort. At that moment, she truly felt protected and cared for. She couldn't even tell that the soldiers, both Darren and the large blonde, were glaring right at her and admiring the heavenly view. The urge to open her eyes grew stronger still, the angel now calling into her deep thoughts, just to open them and have a peak, just at least enough to check out the soldier. But she fought through, as much as she maybe did begin to feel the need to have a cheeky glimpse for herself. The sweet intimacy was enjoyed furthermore, with Amy enduring the touch of his fingers sliding across her leg in gentle movements. With each movement down and upwards of his hand, the daring soldier got ever so closer to her skirt. Eventually, as his fingers made their way back up her tights, his reach ran over the denim materials, before rolling back down her thigh again in the continuous motion. This time, as it moved back upwards, he gently pushed his fingers ever so slightly under her skirt, reaching new depths of an inch or two before coming back out. Although subtle the first time, as he pushed his fingers between her skirt and tights for the second, just that couple more inches made it quite the more noticeable. As his hand pressed firmly against her thigh, Amy's eyes, although closed, widened and her teeth came down to bite her bottom lip in contained excitement. On this occasion, his touch reached further than before until his hand was almost fully submerged under her tight piece of clothing. He started to calmly rummage each finger around, exploring new depths and enjoying the soft, warm feel of her body. Darren redacted his arm once more, moving over to her knee, before making a pursuit straight back inside. As he dived back under the black denim, he started to carefully snake his way deeper through, pushing more and more of his hungry hand underneath, until he finally could feel her entrance beneath his fingertips.

To his amusement, her tights were already soaked through in excitement, which he reacted to by firmly pressing and rubbing his hand over it, speeding up motion and vigour as he did so. The cute redhead couldn't help but lean forward in reaction, arching her backend. She dug her teeth harder into the bottom of her pink lips, her face now blushing a cherry red. Amelia couldn't tell what was happening at this point, and little did she care either, the pleasure her body was receiving seemed to be completely taking charge of her, with a short moan escaping her throat soon after. The soldier watching was more than desperate to have his part in this, immediately standing to his feet and forcing himself to sit the other side of her. Now this close, the scents of the girl entered his nostrils, indulging in what smelt like lavender. He could feel her intense warmth against his side and hear every breath. Amy suddenly felt the close presence of someone else beside her, but the delight of being handled in this manner stopped her from putting a second thought to it. The blonde first placed his hand over her hair and played with it similar to how it was stroked beforehand as Darren reached his hand further up her short skirt and passed her entrance, until reaching the top of her tights. He grabbed the end of them tightly before instantly yanking them down in short bursts. He was firstly able to pull them halfway down her hips and with another few yanks, it was forced down even further. Each pull gave Amy a short stinging sensation as the tight materials were dragged down her sensitive skin. Eventually, the soldiers got her tights down to her knees so that they could now see and feel her beautiful pale, soft legs underneath.

Overwhelmed with desires, Darren moved his hand into her skirt once again, this time enjoying her exposed, damp entrance on his own skin. He began to rub over it again, pushing Amy into another sensational trance. Her face instantly lit up in shock as a finger boldly slipped inside of her, now asserting itself in her passage. After a few more seconds, another finger joined it inside, with both introducing their controlling movement, pushing as far into her as possible. Amelia wasn't able to control her moans for any longer and burst into cries of pleasure. The fingering just kept getting quicker and harder, however, making her moans louder with each breath. The blonde, still stroking her hair and watching the innocent girl tremble at the hands of the solider, moved his other hand across her mouth, pressing against her lips and concealing them in his firm hold to stop her uncontrollable sounds of thrill gaining any unwanted attention from the Doctor and his team or worse, the angels.

"Quiet now, Miss Pond, we don't want any unwanted company, do we?" The blonde stated, grinning as she slowly nodded in his hand. Amy's voice became muffled, as well as being taken in by surprise. Being handled, now silenced and unable to see was an overwhelming sense, a type of discomfort that Amelia was realising she guiltily enjoyed.

"That's better, you sure can scream." Darren stated, now maximising his motions inside of her. Her wet entrance began to flap vigorously as he shoved his fingers in and out as roughly as possible, forcing even more muffled screams out of the girl. Before she knew it, her entire body was completely under the spell of their touch, shaking and struggling in an intense orgasm that seemed to never end. Amelia gripped the sides of her hoody as tightly as she could, her legs trembling mercifully and her eyes, behind their eyelids, rolling into her skull. The soldier moved his hand down onto her neck, squeezing it in his forceful grip as she attempted one last moan before coming to a climax.

"They'll be back in a minute, is there anything we should do?" The blonde asked Darren, who was beginning to stand up.

"I don't know what we should do, but I know what we want to do..." he replied, grinning again. He started to loosen his belt and in what seemed like an instant, his long member was rubbing against her delicate face. She knew what it was as soon as it came into contact with her, with the warmth of it caressing her cheek.

"Right, let's be quick and they'll never know a thing about this." He said, before pressing the tip against her lips. Amy allowed it entrance, opening up her mouth around it as he slowly pushed inside of her. At first, she wanted to play with and pleasure it, moving her tongue around it's shape as it ventured through. Darren was tired of slow introductions and couldn't endure it for a single second longer so he didn't stop his movement until he reached the back of her head. Now, with continuous pulses, he shoved his cock in and out, between her lips. Amy could feel it throbbing as it slid along her tongue, pushing out and then further back in. She wanted to take it, she wanted to take it all. She had no desire to think about anything else but what was happening to her in the very present. The muscular soldier proceeded to push into her skull, but it wasn't enough, he wanted more too. He grabbed the back of her head in his hands, gripping tightly onto her red hair and thrusted his cock into Amelia, forcing his long member down the girl's throat. She really was now just realising how big it was.

To be continued?Like And favourite for a second part! x