"Dr. Folinic? It's Dr. Kal'tsit, of course."

The lime-colored Feline pinched the bridge of her nose as she held the phone to her ear. She was a strong woman; she could do this. A hangover was nothing. It was nothing.

"Why am I calling? I want to know how things are going, of course. Has there been any trouble since I…"

She looked over at the Doctor, still sleeping beside her.

"Since we…"

Hundreds of kilometers away, Dr. Folinic could only laugh.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, you've only been gone for a couple of days. Everything is fine, I promise. I'll take it from here. You've taught me so much, haven't you?"

Dr. Kal'tsit quietly sighed. She heard how mirthfully her pupil sounded through the wire. It made her wish that she could well and truly stop thinking about work for more than an hour. Thankfully, her lover seemed to help her with that as their days went on.

"I've taught you a lot," Kal'tsit whispered into the phone in confirmation.

"Then trust me." Folinic sounded resolute, all the way across the waters. "If you want to do good work, then take care of the Doctor, okay? For God's sake, Kal'tsit, enjoy your honeymoon."

Kal'tsit frowned. She glanced again at the Doctor of Rhodes Island as he slumbered peacefully beside her, naked beneath the covers of their honeymoon suite's bed. She knew that Folinic was right, of course. This was a momentous occasion — something to be celebrated and enjoyed. She shouldn't think about work. And yet… Dr. Kal'tsit was old enough to know very well what her faults were. The troubles that plagued her.

"It's hard to stop thinking about work. Rhodes Island is…"

"Rhodes Island is our responsibility. Not yours alone. Ours, together. We're all crossing our fingers that you and the Doctor just have fun, alright? Maybe make a few babies."

A cynical smile crossed Kal'tsit's face. "Just one, for goodness' sake. Amiya wants one little sibling. One younger brother. That's what we're hoping for."

"Why Dr. Kal'tsit… You've survived so much in this life. You've walked the deserts of Sargon. Crossed its jungles, too. Trouble for more than one lifetime… and you're telling me you can't handle having twins?"

"I will not survive having twins." Kal'tsit rubbed her temple. "I can barely handle Amiya, and my own employees, and the Doctor."

The man lying beside her stirred in his sleep. Kal'tsit couldn't help but softly smile.

"Speaking of which… Let's continue this call later, Folinic. Thank you for putting my mind at ease."

Folinic laughed easily over the phone. "It's what I'm here for, Kal'tsit. Have fun, you two."

The line went dead, and Kal'tsit put her phone on the nightstand. Then she turned back to the Doctor, who was still sleeping.

How can he sleep at a time like this… Kal'tsit thought.

If he only knew… how anxious I was.

How… excited.

Kal'tsit glanced around their honeymoon suite, wincing at the empty bottles on the carpet, and their mess of clothes draped over chairs. The bags they had come here with, were shoved carelessly aside. It seemed as if they well and truly made for the giant heart-shaped bed as soon as they set their eyes on it.

It's a very comfortable bed. How much LMD was this room again…?

Then again, perhaps she shouldn't dwell on such things. The senior staff of Rhodes Island unanimously agreed that she and the Doctor ought to spend time off the ship in light of their ceremonial marriage; their intimate wedding, announced by Kal'tsit herself and planned by Blaze and Closure. To think that in all their time together, they'd have time for something as well-meaning and sentimental as an actual wedding…

Their duties lay first and foremost with Rhodes Island itself — the pharmaceutical company striving to cure this worldwide plague known to all as Oripathy. Rhodes Island always came first. But then…

Kal'tsit snuck in closely, snaking an arm around the Doctor's midsection, and she pressed a kiss against the back of his neck, drawing a soft sigh from the love of her life.

"Kal…?" The Doctor mumbled sleepily.

"Were you expecting someone else?" She asked him.

"Mm. Not this early into our marriage."

She smiled, tightening her grasp on him, and she planted another saccharine smooch against the Doctor's bare back. That prompted him to sigh with pleasure, reaching up to place his hand over Kal'tsit's softer, warmer one.

"What time is it…?"

"Almost seven," Kal'tsit whispered. The Doctor turned around in bed to face his lover, and he quietly yawned before rubbing his own temples.

"My head hurts," he complained.

"Join the club."

"I'd really rather not…"

"We drank a bit too much last night."

"A bit?"

"Mm…"

The Doctor made a face. "Your breath does not smell very good right now."

"What a pity. Now come here."

Intimacy was easy. They embraced one another as they'd done so many times before, in their idle moments and in their most vulnerable positions. The Doctor of Rhodes Island kissed Kal'tsit tenderly, sealing his lips against hers and moaning softly as she matched him in that passionate hold. As if on instinct now, Kal'tsit ran her fingers along the Doctor's bare chest, pressing herself up against him while she drank him up. Savored him as she'd done so many times before.

The Doctor held her firmly like he was desperate to keep her here. As if she'd up and leave him the first chance that she had. An impossibility here and now.

Once upon a time, Kal'tsit may have claimed that she loathed the Doctor. What an egregious lie it was. It was difficult for her to hate someone that she never really knew in the first place. Over time, then, she grew to know the Doctor as a well-meaning collaborator. An ally. A partner… in the platonic sense first and foremost, but then miraculously, something changed.

The platonic partnership made way for something much more desirable. Much more… beautiful, alluring, and covetous. She thought him foolish, but he was beguiling to a fault. She had her faults too — of course, she did — but she'd be damned if she was going to think about them right now. All she wanted to do was melt into his arms. To be his. To be welcomed again and again; she felt fortunate that he hadn't grown utterly sick of her just yet, in light of their rollercoaster of a relationship.

The Doctor broke the kiss softly, and he smiled as Kal'tsit's lips trembled. No one had been this intimate with her in a long, long time — if ever. He took pride in knowing that this was all his. That he had put a ring on it, as it were.

"Doctor…" Kal'tsit whispered, gently closing her eyes.

"Wanna hop in the shower?" He asked her, before peppering her chin with little kisses. Confidential little marks of bliss and ardor. "Or would you rather stay in bed?"

"We both need a hot shower," Kal'tsit complained.

And so it was settled.

Kal'tsit broke away from the Doctor reluctantly, and she swung her legs over her side of the bed, planting her bare feet over the fuzzy carpet that tickled her toes and lightened her mood even further. This room was true bliss; a welcome change from the sterile walls and floors of the Rhodes Island landship. The romantic colors surrounded them — shades of red and pink and white, just like their bed and the door and the carpet and the candles.

Following their inebriation, Kal'tsit was fortunate that the room itself still smelled as honeyed as it did. She made a mental note to thank the hotel staff for all of their kindness and splendor, as she followed the Doctor into their ample bathroom.

"So, what's wrong?" The Doctor asked. Kal'tsit raised an eyebrow, turning to look at her lover — her husband — while they shared the shower. They had plenty of room to work with, so Kal'tsit could turn to face him while the overhead nozzle gently hosed them down with hot water. Steam would fill the space eventually, but Kal'tsit was much more worried about her hangover than anything else.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"You know what I mean," the Doctor told her. "You've got something on your mind. Or should I say… you've got our employees in mind right now, am I right?"

Kal'tsit's expression didn't change. "Don't you?"

"Of course I do. But I know how to hide it."

"Maybe you can read me better than most. That's certainly different from the way things used to be. Since we've gotten married," Kal'tsit told him, "can you see through me?"

"I could see through you for a long time now, Kal. I just don't want you to worry yourself sick. Because no matter how you slice it, having our wedding and honeymoon on Rhodes Island would have been…"

He paused, trying to think of the right phrasing. Then it was decided.

"It would have fucking sucked." He smiled.

Kal'tsit scoffed. "Make no mistake, I'm having a wonderful time. I feel as though I am indulging far more than… far more than I used to, in any capacity. I don't want this to end," she confessed, "and yet… without my presence on the landship, will it really be okay?"

"Folinic's got it under control. So do Blaze, and Closure, Amiya too."

Kal'tsit sighed. The Doctor could tell that she was anxious, and it bothered him that she could be so mentally occupied even during their little vacation. When Kal'tit turned around to lather herself up, however, he found his eyes drifting downward. He smiled at what he saw — just as he always did — and in the lull between them, the Doctor came up behind Kal'tsit and pressed up against her, grabbing his dear Feline wife by the shoulders to just give her that sensation of possession.

Kal'tsit shuddered softly. Not a chance in hell it was because of the shower water.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Kal'tsit asked, even if she already knew the answer to that question. It was as pressing as the Doctor himself.

"Speaking of Amiya…" Doctor whispered right against Kal'tsit's head, letting his voice — his words — sink into her ears. "Do you remember what she asked us for? Before and after the wedding?"

Kal'tsit chewed on her lower lip. "The same thing she's been asking for, for a long while now… Are you really going to make me say it?"

Now came the true vulgarities.

The Doctor of Rhodes Island pressed his cock up against Kal'stit's ass crack, sliding his manhood in-between the Feline's buns and sliding back and forth like that, while he kept his hands holding his wife by the shoulders. Kal'tsit sighed with pleasure, spreading her legs just a little bit more so that her husband could glide his cock up against her pussy lips, wet as they were from the shower and her own growing arousal.

"Amiya wants a little brother," Doctor whispered to her, already feeling the pleasure build in his core from grinding up against Kal'tsit like this. He loved just how receptive she could be; how willing and able she was to welcome his advances. To take him — every last inch. "We're going to give Amiya a little brother, aren't we, Kal?"

Kal'tsit gulped. She kept her eyes closed in the shower as her husband pumped his cock back and forth along her slit; her wettened snatch, always so ready to receive him. Try as she might, there was no suppressing that moan that slipped from her lips.

"No doubt you've already impregnated me," Kal'tsit remarked, "even if we take just the last night into account."

"Do you think I've given you enough for a baby? A son; a brother for Amiya?" The Doctor remarked, and his tone of voice made way for another shiver from Kal'tsit.

Fuck.

"You… you've given me so much already, Doctor," she announced, having to raise her voice just a little bit to speak over the sound of the flowing water. "But you can always try to—mff!"

Kal'tsit's eyes went wide. Before she knew it, the Doctor's fingers were in her mouth. She'd had them there before, but never so suddenly…!

"Shhh." The Doctor flicked his tongue against Kal'tsit's ear now, smiling with glee. "We've never let Amiya down before, Kal. Let's not start now. Let's get her that baby brother."

Kal'tsit trembled. She wrapped her lips around the Doctor's fingers as they invaded her mouth, and she spread her legs just a little bit more for him. With his opposite hand, the Doctor grabbed ahold of his own cock and started pushing it up against Kal'tsit's entrance, finding no difficulty in sliding himself into his precious wife. Deeper, deeper, deeper now…

"Mmmmmffff…~"

Kal'tsit's body quivered gently once more, as she felt the Doctor start to make himself at home. He slid into her just as he had time and time again, and with a hand now free to do with as he pleased, the Doctor of Rhodes Island decided the next course of action was to reach down and hold Kal'tsit by the bare hip, finding appropriate leverage for what came next.

"How long has it been since we had shower sex, Kal?" The Doctor whispered to her. Kal'tsit grumbled quietly, and she blushed with a familiar madness that the Doctor oh-so loved to see. No doubt she was thinking about how they were still a little hungover.

In spite of her grumbling, however, Kal'tsit wrapped her Feline tail around the Doctor's wrist, and she groaned as he started pumping back and forth, slowly and steadily taking her beneath the showerhead. Almost immediately, the Doctor started to moan. He filled her ears with the sweetest of sounds, feeling himself become lost in the pleasure and the unity.

A curse slipped from his lips as he thrust in and out, his hips bumping against Kal'tsit's with every push forward. The Feline practically purred with delight as she was fucked like this. It's been far too long since they've had a romp in the shower, and she had almost forgotten just how fun it was to get down and dirty somewhere people typically go to get clean.

Kal'tsit could hardly say a word. Not only because she had a pair of fingers in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue and keeping it rooted to the floor of her mouth, but also because her mind was growing numb from the pleasure that her husband was giving to her. The intimacy that she shared with her precious Doctor was a long time coming. They'd spent such a great deal of time at each other's throats. Now, they spent the brunt of their time in each other's throats. Making up for lost time, all this time later.

The shower continued to hose them down from up above, drenching them in extra heat and wetness. It didn't stop their fun — Kal'tsit continued to rock her body against the Doctor's, and he continued to thrust with reckless abandon, grunting and groaning with pleasure as he pressed his dearest Feline wife up against the shower wall.

"Gahhhh…!"

Kal'tsit moaned aloud as she was pressed to the surface right in front of her. The tiled bathroom wall was so much colder than anything else, and her perky nipples stiffened as her sopping-wet breasts pressed there. Her entire body trembled, and she couldn't keep her tail under control if she tried.

"Oh, Kal," Doctor moaned, "Kal, yeah, fuck…!"

A whimper escaped from Kal'tsit's mouth as the Doctor raised her leg suddenly, scooping up her inner thigh and hiking it up to thrust against her so much more overtly; so much more deeply. She blushed intensely as she was taken like this, feeling the Doctor slide his fingers out of her mouth to better hold her by the tummy.

With each thrust, her body trembled. She felt so vulnerable like this, and it was a vulnerability that she was still getting used to. A vulnerability that she learned to love showing her beloved Doctor. Only he had the privilege of seeing her like this, and he knew it well.

He grunted as he pounded her, rocking her body against the bathroom wall. The sensation of penetrating her so deeply — so consistently falling into her warmth, wetness, and snugness — sent a shiver up the Doctor's spine, and the way that she clenched around him every time their hips met set his senses alight. As he kept Kal'tsit's leg raised up high, he drove forward over and over again, spearing her cunt happily and moaning just as she did.

"D-Doctorrrr…" Kal'tsit purred again, her eyes half open as she panted lustfully up against the wall. Her Feline ears were bent low in submission, and her tail easily wrapped around the Doctor's midsection to keep him held there as if he'd even dare pull out now. "K-Keep going… I'm… s-so close…"

He didn't dare stop for even a moment. He, too, was just about to reach his peak. A firm whap! whap! whap! echoed out from their bodies as they met again and again, with Kal'tsit's tongue dangling from her mouth as she lost herself to the pleasure.

Eventually, she reached her climax right then and there, quivering with delight. Her entire body trembled and she cried out in pleasure as she slipped into a spine-tingling orgasm, almost threatening to release Mon3tr on accident from the sheer loss of her faculties. The Doctor came soon after, once again filling Kal'tsit to the very brim with his hot and gooey load of cum, painting her insides pearly-white with all the love and affection he could muster.

"Haaahhh… Ahh… D-Doctor…"

Kal'tsit's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, looking back at her husband with deep admiration. Her lips quivered up until he had kissed them deeply, and passionately, while he kept her up against the shower wall.

In his arms, where she belonged.

It had taken them twice as long as it should have, but eventually, both Kal'tsit and the Doctor had taken their shower and gotten themselves clean and dry. The Feline grimaced as she downed the medicine that would make short work of her hangover. An orgasm had helped the two with their headaches, but not by much.

"In all honesty," said Kal'tsit, setting her glass down, "I should have expected a morning shower like that, given the circumstances…"

"Given the circumstances?" The Doctor smiled. Kal'tsit rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, before moving a strand of blonde hair from her face.

"You've been awfully baby crazy since we got married," Kal'tsit remarked.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all… Amiya did say she wanted a little brother."

Kal'tsit came to the Doctor with a blush she wouldn't dare hide, and she took his hands in her own. Then, after a moment spent caressing his palms — looking down into them as if she was searching for something — she placed one of his hands against her own cheek, nuzzling his open palm with care and devotion that she wouldn't dare show anyone else.

"It's simply nice to see you like this," she decided to say, eyeing him with splendor. Looking deep into his eyes through her own emerald-green hues. "Marriage is one thing, but child-rearing is… something else entirely. A completely different challenge, with completely different struggles. I just want to remind you of that," she whispered.

"Kal'tsit…"

The Doctor took his hand off of her cheek and placed it on her head, so that he could rake his fingers through her slick blonde hair and scratch behind her ears, just the way she liked it — even if she didn't always like to admit it.

"I don't need a reminder," he gently told her. "Let me show you just how ready I am."

They fall into another embrace. This time Kal'tsit made the first move, wrapping her arms around the Doctor's neck and smirking as she brought her face up to his.

"You're insatiable," she whispered to him.

"For you," he whispered right back.

And from there, it was easy to fall back into that all-too-familiar rhythm. This time, Kal'tsit pushed the Doctor back onto their heart-shaped bed, and she straddled him without fear. Like she'd done it a thousand times before.

The Doctor's hands found her hips easily, running along her thighs to reach their destination, and he caressed her tenderly while she climbed on top of him, just as eager as he was to continue their fun. Reaching down to grasp the Doctor's cock between her legs, Kal'tsit adjusted herself so that she was grinding up against her husband's thick and throbbing dick, feeling it slide smoothly against her entrance.

She smirked down at him as she teased him, relishing the sensation of the Doctor's strong hands against her backside. While he kneaded and groped Kal'tsit's ass, she chewed on her lower lip and raised herself up slightly. Then…

Coming back down steadily, Kal'tsit took the Doctor's cock deep inside, groaning aloud as he slid himself all the way in. Once again, the Doctor had made himself at home, and he started pumping his hips back and forth as Kal'tsit rode him, grunting softly.

He watched his cock vanish inside her, and Kal'tsit held onto him tightly while she bounced up and down on his length. The sensation of being penetrated so thoroughly by her lover set her mind ablaze, and she placed her hands on the Doctor's chest while she kept herself straddled on top of him — as she matched his motions beat for beat.

"Doctor…" Kal'tsit purred. "More… take me… please…"

He obliged her, of course, spanking her ass sharply and prompting her to grind on him further. Kal'tsit wiggled her hips, swaying from side to side as the Doctor fucked her like this. Rhythmically, and with great purpose. He cursed under his breath as his beloved wife bounced, her breasts nodding as if with apparent jubilation.

"Doctor…" Kal'tsit moaned. "Touch me…"

His hands slid up to her tits, palming them — savoring them — just as he'd done so many times before. They felt full in his hands, and the Doctor considered just how much bigger they'd grow after they would finally have a child or two. Kal'tsit was already quite generous up here, and he couldn't wait to see just how much bigger she would grow in the wake of motherhood. He kneaded them tenderly, cherishing the woman's sounds of lust.

Then, the Doctor pinched her nipples, tweaking them as he pumped his hips up and down, keeping the rhythm as he fucked her from below, and taking pride in the fact that only he could make her cry out for him in this manner. The more he groped and kneaded her, the faster and harder she seemed to bounce. She would ride his manhood to completion, all the while making those percussive slapping sounds louder while she bucked and jerked.

Kal'tsit seized up as the climax took over her body and sent her into convulsions of pleasure. She clenched around his probing shaft, throwing her head back with an almost violent howl, and she reached up to claw into the Doctor's shoulders as she held on for dear life.

"Fuck!" Kal'tsit screamed as the waves of pleasure ran right through her smaller frame. "Doctor!" Her mind went blank; she didn't even realize just how tightly she'd held onto him until she drew back, and spotted the dots of red on her fingertips, glowering at her own hands. "I'm sorry," she started to say, only for her lover to hush her as he oftentimes did. She reached out and took his cheeks in her surprisingly delicate hands. "I love you, Doctor... I love you so much..."

A proclamation of utter desire. She felt such desire for him.

"I love you too," he told her, just before turning the tables on her. While Kal'tsit sank into her afterglow, he flipped the both of them over. In no time at all, he was the one on top, and he had elected to press her down into their heart-shaped bed.

"D-Doctor…"

Kal'tsit blushed. She loved this position the most, though she was far too self-conscious to ever admit such a thing. Either way, she let him know in the very best way that she could: she wrapped her legs around the Doctor's midsection and desperately guided him back to her well-fucked snatch, eager to feel him pumping another load or two right where they belonged.

He didn't have to ask if she was ready. Their bodies did all the talking; the Doctor slid himself back into Kal'tsit's awaiting pussy, and he started to thrust in and out of her dripping wet cunt while she lay back and whimpered beneath him, gratefully granting him all that he wanted. The Doctor kept his hands on his beloved Feline, keeping her pressed down into the mattress while his hips pumped in and out, back and forth, again and again, and again… and those hips greedily loudly smacked against her own. His thrusts were slick and smooth as if there were hardly any resistance while he invaded her like this. It was an easy love.

Kal'tsit kissed the Doctor roughly while she held his cheeks, moaning into the smooch as she basked in that pleasure. She could practically feel motherhood on the horizon, and with any luck, Amiya would get the one gift she wanted above all else these days. It was all about unity.

Doctor pulled away from the kiss, smiling knowingly at his wife while he kept up the mating press. Their lips were connected together by a thin strand of saliva, just as their hips were joined in an alliance at this moment. The Feline smiled as the Doctor wrapped his hands around her throat, squeezing firmly enough for it to make a difference. To hear her choke and gasp for more, more, more…

She smiled up at him as her mouth fell open; as her tongue dangled from her mouth and as she drooled all over herself. His body crashed against hers over and over again. She couldn't handle the pleasure of being taken so thoroughly like this. Kal'tsit whined lewdly; she was already close to another orgasm and she simply couldn't help it. Her tail thrashed free, and the Doctor grabbed ahold of it possessively. He had to touch more of her. He had to drink her all in.

"D-Doctor…!" Kal'tsit cried out lovingly, wrapping herself around her husband to feel as much of him as she possibly could. She kept her legs up on his back as he drilled her into the bed, and she kept her heels planted firmly over him as the bed creaked and groaned beneath their impassioned lovemaking. They embraced with fervent joy, their moans and groans of delight reaching an almost almighty crescendo as they came together — the Doctor pumping his wife's womb full once more with all the hot and gooey essence that he could give. Kal'tsit was receptive to it all; she welcomed every last drop as he hosed down her cervix in all that tender love and comfort. She felt full. Satisfied, and content… She felt comfortable. Safe.

Once again, she felt his. As his pleasured groans filled her ears, Kal'tsit didn't think about work. She didn't think about Rhodes Island. She could only think about her Doctor.

Her dearest, most precious Doctor.


"You…"

Kal'tsit clenched her fist. She had eyes of fire and an aura of death about her.

"You… IDIOT!"

Standing beside Kal'tsit — who sat up in a medical bed back on Rhodes Island — was Folinic. Folinic was another Feline who tolerated the Doctor, but here and now, all she could do was wince at Kal'tsit's ultrasound snapshots.

"Come on, Kal'tsit," Folinic said sympathetically, "this isn't the Doctor's fault. Child-rearing is a, well… a joint effort?" She tried a small smile, but Kal'tsit was having none of it. Actually, the only thing she would be having is…

"TRIPLETS?" The lime-colored cat was up in arms. "I'm not having one son… I'm having TRIPLETS?" She sounded as though she well and truly couldn't believe it. As though it was the furthest thing from her mind.

"And I have reason to believe they're all girls," Folinic added, sighing quietly. "Sorry, Kal'tsit. I know you and the Doctor were trying to have a little boy, but… it really seems as though that's not happening." She placed a hand on the Doctor's shoulder, rolling her eyes. "Even having twins sounds like quite the full-time job, but triplets? I have to say, I don't envy your position right now."

"This is your fault," Kal'tsit hissed, raising her hand like she was going to swat the Doctor from where she was lying.

"How is it my fault? I gave you the ingredients, and you gave us the wrong product." The Doctor smiled behind his hood. "What a shame. And Amiya wanted a little brother, too. I suppose she'll have to be content with three younger sisters…"

"Three little Felines," Folinic added, smiling to herself. Kal'tsit did not smile. As a matter of fact, Kal'tsit was pretty far from smiling.

"We're trying again," she said with great indignance.

"H-huh?" Folinic blinked.

"After I give birth to triplets," she warned the Doctor, "we're going to try for a son. We're going to keep going, and going, and going until we get a son for Amiya."

"K-Kal'tsit…!" Folinic hid her expression behind her hand, finding herself growing flustered at the notion of her and the Doctor going at it over and over again. The Doctor held his hands behind his back coolly, and he could only nod.

"That's fine with me, sweetheart. If you want a son, you'll get a son. No matter how long it takes." Kal'tsit narrowed her eyes.

"For your sake, you'd better hope that I have a son on the very next go-around."

Doctor scoffed, and he straightened his gloves. "More like for the sake of my pelvis," he muttered. Ah, to be married.

Somehow, he always knew it'd feel this good.