A/N: I remember when Arknights first came out I was asked to write something like this, though I think I either declined or wasn't accepting requests at the time. Now, years later, it has been written~
Actually quite enjoyed writing Talulah in this fic; contemplating writing a sequel chapter featuring Frostnova, Talulah and the Doctor in a hot spring.
Also spawned a side-idea for a Crownslayer romance fic, though that idea will have to wait until requests are finished.
Ramblings aside, do enjoy~
Unified, With Force
''Mn... ugh...''
Consciousness came back to the Doctor slowly; his mind heavy and hazy. He blinked several times, his vision tinted grey with blackness cornering his vision, and it took a conscious effort to push back the heavy haze that weighed down on his mind. When he did so he found himself gazing at a dull grey floor, a few more blinks clearing his vision enough for him to distinguish it as old, cold concrete.
As he shifted something equally as cold dug into his wrists, the metallic rattle drawing his gaze back. Moving his head hurt but after a little bit of tilting his neck the pain lessened, allowing him to focus on the things binding his wrists to the wall behind him – shackles. The metal was rusted and corroded by time, but still they held him firm against the wall behind him. Yet the fact he was chained at all brought a frown to his face, confused.
Until, all at once, it came back to him.
Fighting Reunion in a forest, trying to drive them away from a nearby peaceful settlement. Being ambushed by Casters to his right, forcing Lappland and his other personal guard to intervene. Fighting Crownslayer personally, and predictably losing badly with how unsuited to combat he was. Everything became dark after that, but faint sounds of explosions and shouting remained in his mind, as if they were the last things he heard before truly passing out. That, or just conjured words his mind made up to comfort him.
'I was... captured.' The Doctor slowly thought to himself, grimacing. It was only then as he looked down at himself that he noticed he wasn't wearing his usual baggy uniform anymore; leaving him clad in just some striped grey boxers and a white button-up shirt. 'No wonder I feel the cold...'
Sweeping his gaze around his rather dingy cell he noted that wherever he was taken must be underground, judging from the lack of windows and minimal airflow, only a single light buzzing overhead. A steel door with a mesh-covered viewing slit was present – and just as he laid eyes on the heavy door it buckled, then screeched as it slowly swung inwards. He tensed at that, wondering just who would be coming to see him.
And to his surprise, it was Crownslayer. The mask-wearing young woman had been a regular thorn in Rhodes Island's side and seemed to have a personal grudge against he himself, even though he didn't know her – or, at least, didn't remember her on account of his amnesia. He hadn't had the option to admire her from up-close many times before, but with nothing but the silence hanging between them he could appreciate her much more. A fit, womanly figure, her faint hourglass figure visible through her tight jeans and white top that was pushed out by her ample bust, the black jacket she wore unbuttoned and allowing him to glimpse the reddish, furry tail that swished just behind her, partway curled around her left thigh to stop it catching on the door.
The Doctor was snapped out of his staring as the heavy door thudded shut behind Crownslayer, right before the auburn-haired woman spoke. ''Doctor... do you remember me?''
Cautiously the Doctor shifted, his shackles rattling in the silence. ''I know you as Crownslayer. If you mean the old you... then sorry, I don't. Amnesia and all that.''
Though her face-mask hid everything below her eyes the pinching of her brows told of her disappointment. ''I see. Do you remember what happened to get you into this situation?''
''You defeated and kidnapped me.''
''Good, I don't have to explain that then.'' Crownslayer remarked, approaching him. ''You're now in Reunion custody. I don't know what plans Talulah has for you, but-''
''Talulah?'' The Doctor cut her off, a tiny sliver of alarm in his otherwise even tone. ''She's here?''
Crownslayer observed him for an uncomfortable few seconds before nodding. ''Yes, she is. She'll see you later tonight though. Until then, you're... in my care.''
The way she said the last few words sent a shiver up the Doctor's spine. The unease only grew as Crownslayer got down on her knees before him – and palmed his crotch. Her hand was surprisingly soft, pushing up against his clothed shaft, and despite his situation the Doctor couldn't stifle the spike of arousal that shot through him then. It didn't hurt that Crownslayer was a pretty woman, masked or no.
Her nimble fingers soon undid the front button of his boxers, allowing his slowly-hardening cock to spring out. The Doctor grimaced and looked to one side but Crownslayer merely cupped his chin and made him look at her, holding his gaze as she curled her fingers around his cock, stroking him off directly. As much he hated to admit it, it felt good. Whether due to the amount of stress he'd been enduring lately or just how soft her hand was, it left his cock twitching to full hardness easily.
''Stop this...'' The Doctor breathed out.
Crownslayer just shook her head slightly, breaking eye-contact at last as she laid down on her front – pinning his legs down with both hands before he could consider kicking her. The Doctor struggled regardless, grunts of protest escaping him as he tried to twist and turn, but that did nothing to stop Crownslayer from lifting the lower part of her mask and snatching the tip of his dick between her lips; sucking upon it and forcing a surprised moan out of him.
The Doctor's cheeks burned as he caught himself, but it was too late to take the sound back now. Crownslayer though didn't mock him for that, instead licking at the tip with startling eagerness, her tongue lashing over the bulbous head with surprising skill, stroking out stilted grunts from the back of his throat. He couldn't hold them back, not when that silky tongue of hers was tickling around the tip or flicking at the slit, moving in ways he hadn't thought possible.
''Ah... mn...'' The Doctor grimaced, shuddering as she started taking him in deeper. ''No, wait... ugh...''
Crownslayer didn't. Eyes fluttering shut the hooded Reunion leader took more and more of his shaft between those pink lips of hers, pursing them snugly around his girth before sucking back up to the tip. The pleasure that rushed through him as a result was joined by shame, yet the mixing emotions in him did little to quell the arousal aching up his cock, begging for even more. Crownslayer silently obliged, her lips caressing his cock as her head bobbed up-and-down with growing confidence, her tongue slithering and sliding around his shaft relentlessly.
Pleasure began to wriggle its way through him, his muscles drawing taut and breathing becoming a challenge. The Doctor screwed his eyes shut and groaned, but with his eyes closed the blow-job just felt that little bit more intense; allowing him to feel every subtle suck Crownslayer made, how her tongue slapped over the head or how it pushed itself against the underside of his cock, the searing warmth making him groan reflexively.
Then suddenly she leaned back, her lips leaving his cock. The sudden absence of wet warmth made him shudder, simultaneously relieved it was over yet disappointed the pleasure had ebbed.
However his relief was short-lived as Crownslayer suddenly stood up and then unbuckled her belt. The Doctor shuddered, unable to take his eyes off of the assassin as she unzipped her jeans to reveal the red panties underneath; panties that became much clearer as she shoved her jeans down and stepped out of them, her panties soon slipping down her legs and ending around her ankles. A slit framed by auburn curls was at eye-level with him for but a moment before Crownslayer dropped down onto her knees, shuffling herself onto his lap.
The Doctor grimaced, realising pleading was pointless and just bracing; feeling the tip brush against her thigh as she guided him close. She pushed her body against his own, her nose practically touching his own and her eyes staring right into his, even as she guided him in – and as one they grunted as the tip went in. Crownslayer wasted little time in rocking her waist, her grunts becoming groans as she accepting his length between her walls, his shaft slowly but gradually easing into her tight tunnel.
'She's so hot...' The Doctor thought with a strained expression, torn between dismay he was being used like a sex toy... or arousal. 'Dammit... can't give her the satisfaction of knowing-'
Just as that thought passed through his mind Crownslayer tightened up, her inner walls clamping so blissfully snug around him that a moan fled his lips before he could consciously stop it. The masked Reunion leader didn't smile or smirk at that, her expression the same as ever even as she started to bounce onto his rock-hard, saliva-coated shaft, her heavy breathing audible even with her mask in the way. Or maybe explicitly because it was in the way.
Whether it was or wasn't, the auburn-haired woman soon reached behind her neck, fiddling for a second – before her black mask came loose and fell down onto her chest before she tossed it to one side. The Doctor however kept his eyes on Crownslayer's face, perhaps only then appreciating her beauty; round face, bright amber eyes like autumn leaves and small, pink lips that complimented her youthful visage.
''...beautiful...'' The Doctor unconsciously murmured.
Crownslayer blushed – honest to goodness blushed – and leaned in, her breath tickling his. Resistance wasn't an option so the Doctor didn't even bother considering it, merely shutting his eyes and allowing Crownslayer to close the distance between them; sealing their lips together in a kiss. It felt so wrong, yet as her tongue slithered between his lips and invaded his mouth he found himself unable, or perhaps even unwilling, to bite down on her tongue.
Not least because of the simmering heat that coursed along his cock. Her pussy clamped down and clenched around his dick, the ever-so-snug embrace wringing plenty of sounds from his throat and encouraging him to buck his hips, thrusting up between those tightening walls. He could feel every little groove and ridge of her insides as her walls seized tightly around him, a soft moan escaping Crownslayer's throat.
Shuddering he pushed his own tongue back against hers, slowly tongue-wrestling with the Reunion leader in a sinful dance for dominance. She won, exploring his mouth with impunity even as her hips moved with growing need, smacking herself all the way down his dick and taking his full length inside her – unheeding of how much his cock twitched, his shaft swollen with need. A need that the Doctor struggled to reign in as her walls tightly constricted his length.
''Ah, wait, stop...!'' The Doctor gasped out, the pressure suddenly spiking – becoming so much more intense.
Crownslayer didn't, and even as he whispered out hurried pleas the auburn-haired woman kept bouncing onto his cock, moaning against his lips as she took him in repeatedly – until soon the fire in his loins became too much for the Doctor and he came, blowing his load inside Crownslayer's pussy. The Reunion woman gasped, her whole body twitching repeatedly as she squeezed him tight, orgasming with him with a rather cute expression, a few soft whimpers escaping her mid-orgasm.
The Doctor twitched and shuddered, pleasure arcing through his nerves like lightning. He could feel some of his cum leaking down his shaft, her walls sticky with his semen and making lewd noises as she shifted, rocking her hips slightly before finally lifting herself up and off of his cock. His gaze lingered on her puffy, creampied slit for several long moments – before the clank of the heavy metal door made his head jerk up, looking at it.
Crownslayer heard it too and hurriedly pulled her panties back on, hopping on one foot and grabbing her jeans just as a familiar figure walked into view – W. The sadistic bomb-thrower that had, much like Crownslayer, made herself a thorn in Rhodes Island's side. He grimaced at the sight of her even as she grinned wickedly, and despite the unease creeping up his spine the leftover arousal pumping through his veins refused to let him see her as anything other than an attractive young woman; her fit form hugged by skin-tight black pantyhose and a grey sweater vest.
''W-W...'' Crownslayer murmured even as she pulled her jeans up, hurriedly buttoning them in an attempt to look presentable, though the guilty red blush on her cheeks did little to help with that.
W however just smirked at her comrade-in-arms before turning her gaze back onto the Doctor. ''I was coming here to do the very same thing. I suppose I should thank you for... perking him up for me~''
Crownslayer murmured something in audible, head bowed slightly in instinctive submission – spending the Doctor one last look before snatching her face-mask up and putting it on, wasting little time in leaving. The heavy door thudded shut behind her, leaving him trapped alone with W... and the Doctor tensed as W reached into her jacket pocket and withdrew a syringe; one filled with bright pink liquid.
''Oh relax, it's just a stimulant.'' W casually remarked, sauntering up to him and sitting down in his lap – unheeding of how he struggled. ''Oi, you want me to stab you in the jugular? Just sit still.''
Her words gave the Doctor pause; hesitation slowing his movements as the risk of being stabbed somewhere important became apparent – and that pause was enough for W to find a vein and stab the need in. The Doctor gasped, the painful pinch of the needle's entry soon overwhelmed by a sudden, liquid warmth that spread down his neck, rapidly running south and leaving his veins hot. He shuddered, trying to tense only to feel the warmth spread further regardless, reaching his groin.
The moment it did his cock felt harder than diamond; searing, carnal need flaring within himself. The Doctor gasped, groaned, and then growled; gritting his teeth as the need became so much more intense, like he was a starving man with food held just out of reach. He looked at W with open need, a bit of previously-suppressed anger and indignation colouring his visage, something that brought a wide grin to her face.
''Keheh, that's it, Doctor. Get angry. Get mad. Hate me until you can't think of anything else.'' W purred as she tossed the syringe to one side and grasped the hem of her sweater. ''And when you do... you can fuck me.''
Then without a hint of shame W pulled her grey sweater top up, revealing she wasn't wearing underneath it. A flat stomach bared itself to him, his gaze tracing higher over her ribs... before inevitably settling on her breasts, no bra to hide them and leaving a pair of large, round tits free for his eyes to feast upon. Normally the sight would induce a blush, maybe even make him flustered... but in that moment he was one step shy of jerking his whole body forwards just to feel them against his face, his cock aching painfully at the mere sight of them.
W snickered under her breath. ''Pfft, one injection and you're a fucking dog. How pathetic for the Doctor of Rhodes Island to fall to such a level.''
The Doctor didn't care in that moment what she said, only that she shuffled closer – and without warning wrapped her arms around his head, pulling it down into her breasts. He motor-boated her unashamedly, his lips faintly kissing her tits even as he lost himself in the movements; rubbing his face against or between her large, soft tits. A soft chuckle tickled his forehead and he vaguely felt W's hand tickle his cock, her fingers gripping him snugly as she started stroking him off.
Just having her touch him set his cock afire; pleasure simmering up his length with every slow pump of her wrist. The Doctor groaned openly and kept his face in her chest, her skin hot against his cheeks – his full focus on the hand that jerked him off, giving him a hand-job. Even after getting blown by Crownslayer he was still erect and even more sensitive, letting him feel every little movement in acute detail.
For better or worse W didn't tease him for long, and after only a few more moments she unhanded his cock and pushed his face out of her chest. Instead the Sarkaz reached down and unclipped her skirt, revealing her pantyhose-clad hips, before positioning herself above his length. A quick grab and tug ripped a hole in her pantyhose and W tucked her black underwear to one side, exposing her nether lips that the tip of his erect cock soon grazed-
-and a throaty moan escaped the Doctor as she impaled herself onto him, his girth slowly but progressively sinking into her gripping heat.
''Mm, fuck~'' W moaned with open relief, easily taking two-thirds of his dick in before lifting herself back up – starting to bounce upon him.
The Doctor shuddered and groaned in bliss, needily thrusting himself up into her hot pussy. He pushed himself back up against the wall behind him but W closed the distance between them, smirking seductively right before she mashed her mouth against his own, shoving her tongue into his mouth without fear of him biting it. The Doctor couldn't find the urge to do so anyway; lust overwhelming all rational thoughts and prompting him to push his tongue back, tongue-wrestling with the explosives expert.
W's hands weaved their way over his shoulders and around his neck, her bare breasts pressing against his collarbone as she moved – hot, breathy moans filling his mouth. The Sarkaz was the first to break off the kiss, panting and with a string of saliva hanging between their tongues, but with a smug gleam in her eyes W leaned back in and reconnected their lips, swapping spit with him even as she roughly smacked herself down onto his cock.
''Mmph... stupid Doctor, stupid dick...'' W murmured against his lips; her own spreading into a cocky smirk. ''Bet you're loving this huh?''
The Doctor shuddered but his throat refused to open, to let out the denials his pride wanted to say so badly. Instead all he could do was groan with lust, his hips bucking up and sheathing his cock deep inside her hot tunnel; her womanhood accepting him fully and squeezing him tightly in return, a mutual moan escaping them at the sensation. The Doctor just kept moving his hips, his shackles rattling as he tried and failed to move his arms, if only so he could grab her tits or ass and slam himself into her searing-hot pussy.
W noticed that and practically cackled, her voice tickling his neck as she buried her face into it, nipping at his flesh a split-second later – marking him, as if to make sure that anyone who came to free him knew what had happened to him. The thought made him shudder, but any negative emotions were overwhelmed by burning-hot pleasure as W's pussy engulfed him again and again, the slippery grip so enamouring he found himself unable to hold back for much longer.
And when she reached down and grabbed his balls, roughly squeezing, suddenly he couldn't hold back at all. ''M-Mn!''
Cum erupted from his cock in plentiful gouts, splattering across W's inner walls or pumping deep inside her, coaxed out by the tightness that squeezed his length snugly. However W hadn't reached her own orgasm... and wasn't happy about it.
''Pfft, seriously? You came already?'' W snorted. ''Dick.''
Then without a care for the fact his orgasm was just beginning to wane W resumed bouncing on his cock, eliciting a sharp gasp from the Doctor as he felt her slick, cum-covered walls squeeze him once more. He was still erect and that was about enough for W; the sadistic woman getting herself off with grunts of effort, bouncing herself onto his cock even as he gasped for her to slow down – waves of raw, near-painful pleasure spiking down his cock and through his crotch as her slippery walls clenched tightly around him.
Yet despite his protests W kept moving, her lips soon connecting with his in a rough, messy kiss; moaning unashamedly into his mouth as she switched to rocking her hips in short, quick back-forth motions, stirring him around her tight pussy and unheeding of his shuddering gasp. Her large breasts pushed up against him and her thighs rubbed his hips, the sensual sensations fuelling the need rising up within his cock a second time, a mini-orgasm fast-building.
''Mm... yeah, fuck...!'' W grunted against his lips, her movements quick and hurried. ''Almost there, almost... d-don't you dare fuckin' cum yet...!''
Her voice grew strained, quiet even, her eyes closing as she jammed herself down onto his cock as roughly as she could – when with a pitched gasp W suddenly jerked, then shuddered; her orgasm rolling through her and coaxing a small moan from the busty woman's lips. The Doctor on the other hand grit his teeth, her inner walls squeezing him so tightly she coaxed out a little spurt of seed; the shudder that travelled through his cock too meagre to be a proper orgasm and leaving him feeling half-finished.
However W was using him for her pleasure, not the other way around. Thus with a grunt the bomb expert lifted herself off of his cock and tucked her panties back into place, only then lifting her gaze to look at him – a breathy smirk spreading across her lips.
''Not bad, Doctor~'' W purred. ''Since you weren't a total waste of time, I'll tell you this; you'll wanna rest up for tonight. Talulah will see you then, kehehe~''
The low cackle W made sent shivers through the Doctor, his gaze on her as she walked out of the room and sealed him away once more.
X-x-X
Night fell. Or so he presumed, as a pair of masked guards came to collect him.
He'd been given some water and food not long prior to that so he wasn't in poor health, though three back-to-back orgasms at the hands of Crownslayer and W had left him somewhat sapped, and he'd fallen asleep at some point throughout the day – if only because he had nothing else to do but count the cracks in the walls. However the moment the two guards collected him he became wide-awake, fully aware of the monster he was about to visit.
The two guards silently led him down a network of corridors, each one quieter than the last until eventually they pulled him before a single door with an orange dragon head upon its front. The guard on the right stepped forth then and knocked, leaving them waiting for several long moments... before the door cracked open slightly to reveal the indifferent visage of Talulah, her black eyes gazing at him for a second, then at the guards. He didn't miss how both guards flinched and stood straighter under her weighty gaze, as if she'd burn them to ashes for not looking absolutely perfect.
Given her reputation, that was a distinct possibility.
''Leave.'' Was all Talulah said to the two men.
Wordlessly the guards nodded; unhanding the Doctor, stepping back, and then marching in lockstep down the hallway. Stood awkwardly in just his boxers and a shirt the Doctor gazed at Talulah, torn between terror and a bit of unease... the latter of which took hold as the draconic woman opened the door fully and wordlessly beckoned him inside. He obeyed, stepping in and subtly glancing around the cosy room, noting an array of trinkets, plans on sheets of papers, what looked like the floor plans of Lungmen-styled buildings... this was her room. The amount of information she had in here was invaluable.
It was a shame then he doubted he could steal anything and escape with his life intact, even if someone came to rescue him. With Talulah here, any attacks would be asking for death, and he didn't want to see any more of his Operators fall to Reunion if he could help it.
Wordlessly shutting and locking the door behind him Talulah walked past him, leading him over towards a door at the far end of the room; swinging it open to reveal a rather lavish bathroom, with white tile walls, a cream floor and a large bath-come-shower with a foggy-glass door to it.
The Doctor shifted slightly. ''Why are we-''
''You smell.'' Talulah's voice held no real inflection, though he detected the barest hints of amusement. ''Therefore, clean yourself.''
It wasn't a request; her hand grabbing his arm and pushing him forth towards the shower, her expectant gaze on him. Swallowing the Doctor didn't dare protest, fully aware she could burn him to cinders practically on a whim, and instead slid his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, his boxers soon peeled down his legs too and rendering him naked before the stone-faced woman. Tentatively he stepped over the lip of the wide rectangular bathtub and gratefully hid behind the glass door, turning the shower on.
Cold water bit into his front, but after a few seconds it warmed to a more pleasant temperature. Droplets pecked his face as it bounced off of his chest but he paid it little mind, his gaze sweeping over the corners of the tub and finding some basic hygiene products – left there deliberately for him, judging by how they were for men and unopened. Pushing down the rising unease in his stomach he went about washing himself with them, discreetly taking his time as he washed himself from top to bottom, lest anything less draw Talulah's ire.
However just as he was finishing up he heard movement behind him... right before a pair of soft breasts pushed against his upper back.
Slender arms snaked around his stomach not a second later, making the Doctor go completely rigid, feeling warm breath tickle his right ear. Talulah said nothing but there was no mistaking that it was her, a shudder travelling through him as her slender hands slid over his stomach... before her right went south, sliding all the way down to his cock and curling her fingers around it, starting to stroke. He said nothing, but couldn't quite keep his groan silent when he felt her hand become hotter and hotter, which coupled with the water running down her palm felt weirdly pleasurable.
''You.'' Talulah finally deigned to speak, her voice soft but ever so commanding – her lips tickling the edge of his ear. ''...are mine.''
Then she bit his ear. He gasped under his breath but didn't dare struggle, stiff in more ways than one as Talulah ever-so-gently nibbled upon his ear, her right hand stroking along his swelling cock. He got erect embarrassingly fast, her hot hand caressing his length and squeezing just under the head, the delicate application of pleasure melting his mind momentarily. She figured that out quickly and exploited it mercilessly, tugging from the base to the crown of his cock and forcing a slew of breathless moans out of him.
So when her hand retreated, slowly but deliberately unwinding from his cock, the Doctor couldn't hope to contain his disappointed groan. The teeth biting his ear left, allowing Talulah to chuckle – a rich sound like honey that flowed right into his ear, circling around in his skull temptingly. The breasts that pushed against his back left a second later and the Doctor fought the urge to turn around, to face the powerful woman behind him... but lost, and turned regardless.
A breathtaking sight greeted him. Talulah, bare of even a hint of cloth, stood with shoulders relaxed and a sexy, self-assured smirk on her lips, her eyes slightly half-lidded and letting only a hint of her dark eyes be visible. Water clung to her creamy skin, running down her collarbone and over her large, plump breasts; both tipped with pink buds that remained soft in the warmth of the shower. A flat stomach hinted at the firm muscle beneath without betraying the softer, womanly physique she held and her hips emphasised her slender hourglass figure, his gaze trailing over her bare sex and to her long legs.
She was his enemy. His captor.
But in that moment she was the sexiest thing in the damn world.
Talulah seemed to sense his thoughts as she smirked wider, both hands coming up to caress his cheeks briefly. They slid down his neck and settled on his shoulders, gently pushing him down to his knees, and then onto his back, the spray of the shower hot on his stomach as he laid practically flat – allowing Talulah to straddle his face. Her slender fingers slid through his hair and she lowered herself down, and the Doctor found himself complying with her unspoken command; his tongue extending from his mouth and flicking along her slit.
''Mm~'' The soft, approving hum that escaped Talulah sent shudders rolling through him.
It also encouraged him to do it again, any lingering hesitation he felt over her power waning as he devoted himself to pleasuring the fiery woman on top of him, his tongue slithering along her slit repeatedly. Just the act alone was enough to make Talulah's lips purse and a shudder to ripple up her spine, enticing him to lift his right hand up and spread her pussy with two fingers, practically wind-milling his tongue about and successfully coaxing a moan out of his partner.
The Doctor shuddered at the sound, his tongue wildly moving about and settling back into up-down strokes, both of his hands instead going to her thighs and groping them. Letting out a breathy moan Talulah pushed herself down, practically grinding herself on his face and enticing him to slip his hands around to grab her ass, groping her as he ate her out – his palms sliding over her smooth, wet skin and committing every curve of memory.
If he was going to die a prisoner, he was going to live what time he had left well.
''Mn... h-haah~'' Talulah let out a soft, shuddering moan as his tongue flicked higher, tickling her clit.
Noticing that the Doctor aimed for it more deliberately, his tongue strokes becoming longer and more fluid as he got used to the motions, unheeding of the slight ache in his tongue as he moved it so much. The grip on his hair on the other hand grew tighter as Talulah's pleasure only escalated, her ragged breaths music to his ears and some of the shower's spray hitting his stomach, the rest of which poured down Talulah's back in what must've been a very pleasant manner, judging by her laboured moans.
Not giving Talulah a chance to relax the Doctor kept working his tongue, tilting his head ever-so-slightly so his tongue could stroke her in different ways, the subtly-different sensations earning a moan from the naked Reunion leader. The reminder that he was currently eating out Talulah of all people sent fresh shudders through him, arousal burning hotter than ever as he did something so sinful; his tongue lashing at her slit with more vigour than before.
Talulah must've been pent up, as it didn't take long before the busty woman was panting and shuddering atop him, every lick of her womanhood making her quiver – pushing her closer to the edge. The Doctor didn't give her time to catch her breath, his tongue in constant motion and his hands groping her thighs eagerly. His right hand even joined in on the fun, his thumb pressing down on her clit as he ate her out, the double stimulation finally proving too much for the queen of fire.
''Yes, hah, yes!'' Talulah gasped out, her nails digging into his scalp – when finally she came undone. ''MN!''
A spasm jolted up her spine and made her writhe atop him, convulsing in bliss even as his tongue kept moving along her sex, lapping up her tangy-sweet honey or slithering over her clit, teasing more hitched breaths out of Talulah. How long the moment lasted he wasn't quite sure, losing himself in the moment – said moment broken only when Talulah mewled, and lifted herself off of his face.
''Hah... haah...''
With heavy breaths the dragon-woman shuffled off and sat back, catching her breath. The Doctor on the other hand sat upright, ignoring the spray of the shower that pelted the back of his head, his gaze fixated solely on Talulah – soaking in the very sight of her naked frame, from her plump chest to her glistening folds. In that moment he made a decision, one that made him shift close to the horned woman until he was practically on top of her, her legs ending on either side of his hips.
Talulah didn't seem surprised, if anything she almost seemed to have expected this; a light smirk crossing her lips. When she said nothing the Doctor dared to take the initiative, pushing her legs open a little wider and moving between them, his lustful gaze running down her stomach and to her wet pussy; the tip of his cock soon prodding it. He didn't put it in immediately, instead dragging the bulbous tip along her puffy folds several times, watching her shudder slightly from the tease.
And when no threat of imminent immolation came, the Doctor guided the tip down to the hole, and penetrated Talulah.
'Oh fuck-!'
If he thought she could make her hand hot, then her pussy was on another level – it was like sticking his dick into a wet, tight furnace; her inner walls clamping tightly around the first few inches of his cock. Pleasure spasmed down his spine and the air in his lungs struggled to get out; a laboured moan soon escaping him as he pushed deeper into her. The mere act only made the heat inside her so much more intense, more and more of his cock becoming engulfed by her slippery heat.
Only when his entire length was inside her did the Doctor look up, checking on Talulah. Her lips were pursed and her eyes were closed but not out of pain; the faint, upwards quirk to her lips telling of her pleasure. As if sensing his gaze she opened her eyes and gazed at him for a solid few seconds, her lips soon spreading out into another sexy smirk that got his heart thumping. At this rate she wouldn't even need raw power; just having her smirk his way was enough to quell any urge he had to resist.
''Mn, move...'' Talulah breathed out.
The Doctor found himself obeying almost instinctively, his hips rocking slowly at first but quickly speeding up as the pleasure escalated. Her inner walls clamped tightly around him, and when she moaned it felt like her pussy became even hotter; enticing him to thrust into her faster, to bury himself into her welcoming hotness. Such was his haste that their flesh smacked together, the sound bouncing off of the tile walls and ringing in his head, fuelling the lustful need inside of him.
A lustful need he succumbed to. Pushing down any other irrelevant emotions he plunged himself inside Talulah, hilting himself inside of the fiery woman like a beast in heat. His right hand soon joined in on the fun and landed upon her left breast, groping her soft tit and fondling her as he ploughed her. Perhaps because of her nature her very skin felt hot, but in a pleasant way that reminded him of a fireplace; a sensation that only tempted him to touch her more, to explore her body to its fullest.
''You're so hot...'' The Doctor unconsciously murmured, bucking his hips harder, more roughly – yet Talulah only moaned, her head lolling back and the tip of her horns scraping along the bath's sides.
Feeling particularly bold the Doctor groped her breasts with both hands, massaging her large tits within his hold – before leaning down and kissing Talulah. The woman tensed, her walls tightened around him – and the Doctor groaned as he sped up, relishing how tight she was in that instant. He pulled back a second later but didn't miss a beat before kissing her once more, not missing how much she tensed when he did so.
However with each ensuing kiss Talulah relaxed more and more into it, her moans tickling his lips and enticing him to keep them going, his hips in constant motion and sliding himself between her gripping walls. The way she shuddered under him, her thighs pressing against his hips and her moans filling his mouth, all of it proved too much for him to handle.
And soon, the Doctor came undone. ''Mm~!''
His breathless, muffled moan preluded the final thrust that sheathed him between Talulah's wet walls, pouring his thick seed inside the fiery woman and splattering his seed across her vaginal walls. The sudden creampie pushed Talulah over the edge, her legs wrapping around his lower back tightly whilst her walls quivered and clenched around his shaft, squeezing him dry for every last droplet of cum she could milk from him.
How long his orgasm lasted the Doctor didn't know, only that when it did he laid his head down on Talulah's shoulder, breathless and lost in bliss. Between the shower's spray on his back, the intimate skin contact with Talulah's hot body and the searing vice squeezing his cock, his mind had practically been reduced to putty, any thoughts of resistance melting away in a sea of pleasure.
And unseen by the Doctor Talulah smirked softly, petting his head. She had no need to force him into submission... not when seducing him to their cause worked just fine as well.
'Though, perhaps I'm becoming a bit... possessive~' Talulah purred the word in her mind, nuzzling the Doctor's head. 'None shall touch you again unless I allow it... my dear, adorable Doctor~'
And thus, the Doctor's chances – and attempts – at escape became zero, his location remaining a mystery to a heartbroken Rhodes Island.
[END]