A/N: Had fun writing this one; Swire's got a catty charm that I can work with, and it's been a bit since I wrote some nice big-dick action.
Thus, do enjoy~
Smashed
Lungmen was a large place, even by mobile city standards.
From the slums to the commercial districts to the rich areas elevated above them all, people spanned as far as the eye could see. Perhaps because of that there was rarely a time the city was quiet. Someone was always doing something somewhere, be it a brawl in an alley, an argument in a house, a street vendor self-promoting to passing customers or a murmured discussion up in the high-class towers that dominated the wealthier areas.
Likewise, it was far from quiet in the desolate construction sight of Yin-Oom Constructions.
BOOM!
''Casters, continue fire on their snipers! Defenders, form up and charge!''
The high-pitched feminine voice was soon lost to the charging roar of LGD Defenders as they rushed forth, their large shields held firm and trampling any Reunion grunt unable to get out of the way in time. Arts smashed into their shields and arrows pinged off them, both causing chips and cracks, but none managed to break the line before the Defenders reached the other side of the construction site where the enemy's rearguard stood.
And in a flash of movement half-a-dozen Rhodes Island Operators leapt out from behind cover of the Defenders. With swords and pole-arms they lunged into battle, cutting down the Reunion snipers and long-ranged arts users, felling them one by one until they were either dead or incapacitated. Like a well-oiled machine the Operators fanned out, scanning the surrounding steelworks and crates of construction materials, searching for any Reunion soldier who tried to slip away.
''Hmph. They were quite lousy this time, despite putting up a rather admirable defence.'' One Operator in particular commented, sniffing haughtily. ''I was expecting more of a challenge past that though.''
''Don't be so harsh on them. They're hardly as skilled as our units.'' Another, male voice chimed in.
Raising her chin Swire glanced over to the right as the wall of Defenders parted, allowing the hooded form of the Doctor to meander through. Whilst Swire herself was acting as the leader of the LGD's teams during these Reunion raids on the outskirts of Lungmen, the Doctor was still acting as leader and representative of the Rhodes Island Operators. What might have risked a conflict of command to some was non-existent between them; the Doctor knew the limits of his authority and Swire knew hers as well. With that in mind, they worked together in blissful synchrony.
''Still.'' Swire complained, hand on her hip. ''I got all riled up and excited for a couple swings? I wanted something more drawn-out at least.''
The Doctor's face was hidden behind his mask, but his smile was audible all the same. ''Agitated today aren't you.''
Some coloured tinged Swire's cheeks and she scoffed, looking aside. The Doctor merely chuckled at that and walked over to her side, towering over her with his imposing height, igniting a twinge of something inside her. The Doctor was an enigma through-and-through, she knew that, but something about his presence always left her feeling... something. She wasn't quite sure what it was, really. Excitement? Nervousness? Fear? She wanted to laugh at the last one but couldn't entirely disregard it; the Doctor was an intimidating person after all.
'Hmph. Intimidating.' Swire snorted at the thought, turning her head and scanning the area in front of them. 'He probably couldn't even beat an Operator in an arm-wrestling contest, let alone fight... though I guess it's credit to his appearance that he's got such an intimidating aura.'
An intimidating aura that she liked, she tacked on.
Maybe she just had a thing for dangerous men, she didn't know.
But what she did know was that she wanted to see what laid beneath his mask.
''Say, Doctor.'' Swire lightly spoke up. ''Wanna head back to my place and have dinner?''
''Oh? Why the sudden offer?'' The Doctor amusedly asked.
''Well I thought I'd treat you, since operations have been going more smoothly with your help.'' Swire languidly remarked, smirking up at him. ''Don't worry, I'm a good cook~''
''Hm, is that so? Guess I'll join you then.'' He clapped her lightly on the shoulder. His grip was firm, making her shiver – and not with fear. ''I'll check with the others first to make sure the area is cleared out. You cover the southern and western sides.''
''Copy.'' With a pleased smirk Swire spun on her heel. ''Defenders, stay near the Casters and keep your guard up! Specialist teams one and two, with me!''
Her subordinates obliged, and the day continued on without further incident.
X-x-X
''Hm... I supposed I should've expected she lives in a lavish place like this...''
The Doctor's idle murmur went unanswered as the hooded man meandered down the long hallway of the high-class apartment building. The walls were a rich brown and the carpet red with golden accents, only a handful of doors present in the hallway despite its length – hinting at how large the rooms inside were. The thought inspired his curiosity but he quelled it, instead coming to a stop in front of Swire's door and pressing the doorbell.
He had to wait only a moment before he heard movement from within, a muted 'coming~' barely audible from through the door. Seconds later the lock clicked and the door was pulled in, revealing Swire on the other side; still wearing her thigh-highs but with a black dress hanging from her shoulders instead of her usual outfit.
''Heh, right on time Doctor~'' Swire teased, opening the door wide and allowing him to walk inside.
''Of course.'' With amusement lacing his tone he stepped inside, politely taking off his shoes. ''Hm... I can smell something tasty from the kitchen.''
''Nothing special.'' Smugly Swire meandered back towards the kitchen. ''Just a noodle stir-fry I whipped up, since it was quick.''
The Doctor hummed at that. ''Did you perhaps invite me to dinner just to get me to take my mask off.''
''Not my original reason, but it's a handy bonus~''
He chuckled at that, sweeping his eyes across the beige-walled apartment. It was as vast as expected; a high ceiling with two floor connected by an elegant curving staircase, the entire wall facing the outside glass, giving an ideal view of the city below. With it being night by now the lights were easily visible; a field of golden glows mixed with neon blues, reds and greens. The Doctor found himself drawn to the pretty view, meandering across the lush cream carpet so he got a better view.
His eyes were then drawn to a table just by the windows; a pair of chairs already pulled out and with a bottle of wine and two glasses on it. The sight made him chuckle softly and he took a seat, resting his chin upon his folded hands and admiring the world beyond the room – listening to the sounds of plates clattering and food being served as Swire dished up their meals.
Until soon a plate was laid in front of him, and Swire slid into the seat across from him. ''Bon appetit, Doctor~''
''Thanks.'' With an amused smile the Doctor unzipped his jacket and last, shrugging it off to reveal the white button-up he wore underneath.
Naturally his hand went to his mask next, his thumb and middle fingers pressing down on the two buttons under the jaw – before with a quiet, hydraulic hiss the mask unclipped, allowing him to finally take it off. Swire perked up, eagerness apparent... and didn't anticipate what she saw.
'Oh gods he's hot!'
Defined jawline, high cheek-bones, dark hair and with an amused, slightly coy smile – he was handsome enough that Swire's heart skipped a beat. Of course she hadn't thought he'd be terribly unattractive, but based on reports and comments from the like of Ch'en, who had seen his face, she expected he'd be somewhat average. Handsome, but nobody that would turn heads if they walked down the street.
How wrong she was.
''Heh. You look cute when you're flustered.'' The Doctor's amused words snapped her from her thoughts.
''I-Is that so?'' Swire coughed, trying to regain some semblance of confidence. ''Hard to stay calm. I wasn't expecting you to be so handsome.''
''Thanks.'' The Doctor twirled some noodles around his fork. ''I don't get compliments about my appearance often.''
Swire did the same. ''Probably because you hide it behind that mask all the time.''
He hummed in agreement. ''Kal'tsit's orders.''
''Maybe she'd worried you'd be swarmed with ladies if you had your mask off.'' Swire teased.
''Oh?'' The Doctor wasn't one to get flustered so easily. ''Might I see you among such a swarm?''
''Hmph. Hardly.'' She took a drink. ''I'd sooner whisk you away for myself~''
The Doctor merely chuckled and continued eating, chatting the night away.
…
Swire hadn't anticipated they'd nearly drain the bottle of wine. Nor did she expect they'd continue chatting well after finishing dinner.
But she certainly relished in it. Sitting across the table from the handsome man, trading teasing barbs and thinly-veiled sexual innuendoes and flirts; it got her blood racing in a way not even combat did.
Until soon she couldn't play the coy waiting game any longer.
''Hm...'' Swire slowly rotated her glass around, stirring about the leftover purple wine inside. ''You know Doctor, I've been rather high-strung as of late.''
''Oh? How unfortunate.'' The Doctor didn't take his eyes off the window. ''Maybe I could do something about that.''
Swire smirked, leaning back in her seat and daintily raising her leg – pressing her foot against his crotch. Without missing a beat the Doctor grabbed her foot, his fingers tickling the sole before sliding partway up her shin, massaging it almost and sending an aroused shiver through Swire; relishing how firm his grip was. Already she wondered what it would feel like to have that same grip on other parts of her, the mere thought making her feel a little hot and bothered.
Prompting her to withdraw her foot and rise from her chair. ''Would you like some dessert first?''
''Frankly.'' He rose as well. ''You look like you'd make a good snack yourself.''
Swire cooed and beckoned him with a finger, sensually sashaying back towards her bedroom – purposefully swaying her hips as she walked. The Doctor followed barely a step behind her the whole way, her bedroom door clicking open with a simple twist of the handle and allowing Swire to lead him in. Much like the main space the leftmost wall was glass; providing a wonderful view of the city below whilst still providing some modicum of privacy given how high-up her apartment was. With the lights off the room was dim; illuminated only by the lights from outside until she flicked a switch by the door – turning on several lamps around the room and giving it a faint but pleasant hue to it. Perfectly romantic, she'd wager.
Pushing that thought aside Swire turned to face the Doctor, smirking smugly and walking backwards – beckoning him further. The Doctor flashed her a smirk in turn and sped up his pace, closing the distance between them in what felt like a second and laying a hand on her lower back. Swire cooed and didn't resist his hold, her legs bumping up against the foot of her queen-sized bed and allowing the Doctor to lower herself down onto the soft quilt.
And without missing a beat he climbed on top of her and kissed her. It was sudden and passionate, his lips mashing against her own and devouring Swire's delighted moan – her hand jerking up and grabbing the back of his head, holding him into the kiss. The Doctor reciprocated wholeheartedly, both of them breaking it off momentarily before reigniting the kiss, giving neither of them more than a second to breathe before they went back at it.
''Mm-!'' Inhaling a quick breath Swire was about to speak – but any words melted into a carnal moan as he buried his face into her neck, kissing her there.
A shiver of arousal travelled up her spine as he smooched down her jugular vein, his breaths hot against her sensitive flesh and sending shudders through her body. Moaning Swire ran her hands up his front, working on his button-up shirt and undoing the buttons one by one. When she got the fourth button down she snaked her slender hand into his shirt, running her palm over his pectorals and collarbone, relishing how firm it felt beneath her dainty fingers.
She wanted to see more though; tempting her hand back out and undo the rest of his buttons, causing his shirt to soon spill open. Greedily the cat-girl ran her hands over him, moaning when he nipped at her neck and loosened the buckles on her dress. Moments later he pulled his face from her neck and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling the black article up her front and forcing her arms above her head, the piece of cloth soon tossed onto the bed behind her.
''Mm...'' Brushing her ginger hair out of the way Swire smirked up at her partner – clad now in a pair of lacy black underwear with rose patterns upon the fabric, her thigh-highs still hugging her legs snugly.
The Doctor purred approvingly at the sight of her, darting down and reclaiming her lips in a sudden, rough kiss, both of his hands shifting down her ribs. Moments later he broke off the kiss and shifted back, planting kisses across the top of her tits instead and coaxing a moan from Swire's throat – shivers of anticipation travelling south. However she craved something else at that moment, tempting the Operator to cup his cheeks and lure him back up into a kiss.
Then without missing a beat Swire wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped them over, leaving her on top. Grinning the cat-girl shuffled down his front, cooing as she undid his belt and yanked his pants down without a hint of shame, delighted to see a prominent bulge in his boxers. The anticipation was too much as she barely got his pants down to his ankles before she went for his boxers; hooking her fingers under the hem and pulling it down – and allowing his dick to spring out.
His very large, very thick cock.
'Oh gods he's huge...!' Swire yelped in her mind, eyes glued to his twitching shaft – awed by his impressive size.
Swire got over her shock quickly though, an eager grin spreading across her lips before she leaned in, licking the head. The Doctor groaned in encouragement, enticing Swire to do it again, her tongue teasingly swirling around the tip even as her slender fingers curled around the shaft – just-barely able to hold it with how thick he was. She pumped it sensually, her grip just tight enough to make him feel good but feathery-light enough that it left him wanting more; any complaints satisfied by the smooches she planted on the tip.
Her own eagerness got the better of her though, enticing her to skip the teasing wind-up and go straight to parting her lips, guiding the head between them – and taking him into her mouth. The low moan that escaped the Doctor set her loins on fire, her thighs pressing together to stave off the needy want between them and instead giving his dick a strong suck; pushing herself deeper down his cock in the next moment.
''Mm... smch... smch~'' Swire slowly bobbed her head, tilting it slightly so his cock pushed in at different angles.
The Doctor responded by laying a hand on her head – and shoving her down. Swire buckled briefly in surprise, intimately feeling his thick cock spear into her mouth and hit the back of her throat all at once, nearly triggering her gag reflex had she not been so skilled at holding it back. Thus with a wet grunt Swire lifted her head once more, slurping her way up his rock-hard cock and prompting going straight back down his shaft, willingly deep-throating him.
Feeling him twitch Swire wiggled her brows up at him, her hands idly running along his hips – leaving the bottom half of his cock free for her to take between her lips. It was harder, her tongue pressed flat against the bottom of her mouth by his girthy cock, but Swire prided herself on her experience and managed to take his cock down her throat – groaning around his girth as it briefly blocked her airflow. Reflexive tears pricked at the corners of her eyes but she went deeper, lips sliding down the last inch of his cock and finally getting his entire dick in her mouth.
''Kh... ghk...'' At the cost of not being able to breathe; her throat muscles clenching and convulsing around the tip of his dick.
Swire managed to last no more than a few seconds before she slurped back up his cock – coughing wetly as some spit went down her windpipe. A hand to her head however abruptly shoved her straight back down; cutting her coughs short as she deep-throated him again. Naturally Swire lifted her head again but he pushed her down; the two forming a rhythm that saw his cock spear down her throat, her spit smearing across his girth as it pistoned in-and-out of her mouth.
''Hah, fuck... that's it...'' The Doctor grunted, weaving his fingers into her ginger hair. ''Almost there.''
In response Swire gave his cock a nice strong suck, relishing the moan she sucked out of him. She felt him throb against her lips, his dick twitching more and more as she raked her lips up it and pressed her tongue flush against the underside – her sore throat clenching around the head as it plunged down it. Pre-cum glistened across the tip, his girth throbbing stronger when she grabbed him by the walls and squeezed, forcing a groan from his throat-
-before it escalated into a short, pleasure-filled shout, and he shoved her all the way down his cock. Not a second later Swire felt ropes of heat splatter down the back of her throat, forcing the cat-girl to hurriedly swallow it – her wet, audible gulps muffled by the cock down her throat. Seconds passed and her lungs began to burn; shudders travelling through her body as he just kept cumming, giving her no rest nor reprieve.
''Ughk... guh... uhk- haah!'' Until at last he pushed her head up, allowing Swire to gasp in a deep breath – breaking out into coughs as she some saliva went down her windpipe.
The Doctor just flashed her a grin and hit her back a couple times, his other hand grabbing her elbow and pulling her more upright. Wiping away the spit on her lips Swire finally got her coughing under control, words forming on her tongue – and those words remained unheard as the Doctor pulled her into a surprise kiss. Her shock faded barely a second later and she moaned breathlessly into the kiss, grabbing onto his unbuttoned shirt for support; pulling herself onto his lap.
Moments later they broke apart, panting. Flashing him a cocky smirk Swire sat down on his cock, pressing her panty-clad sex against it and rocking her hips – teasingly grinding on him. He groaned and responded by grabbing her ass, helping her move and pressing his still-erect dick against her, the little bit of friction worsening the need inside her. So intense was that need that Swire could barely grind on him for more than a minute before she grew too impatient; lust begging for more.
''Mm...'' Thus with a soft hum Swire lifted her hips up and pulled her panties to the side, exposing her glistening sex and letting his tip slide along it.
Grasping his girth she guided him back a bit, eased herself down – and with a relieved moan Swire impaled herself onto him. His thick cock pushed into her slowly but firmly, spreading her clenching walls apart inch by inch and searing her nerves, briefly making her legs quake from the sheer sensation that assaulted her sex. She wasn't able to fit him in fully on the first go but Swire didn't mind; rocking her hips and getting used to his ample size.
''You're a lot bigger than I expected, Doctor~'' Swire breathed as she moved; both hands coming up to her bra and undoing the frontal latch.
The Doctor hummed, waiting until she shrugged her bra off before both his hands cupped her breasts; hefting her medium-sized breasts about. He sunk his fingers into them with lustful roughness, hefting them about between squeezes and soon coaxing a mewl of arousal from Swire; the cat-girl paying him back by picking up the tempo. So aroused was she that his cock went in easily, sliding between her glistening lips and into her tight tunnel with every bounce of her hips, her insides clamping tightly around his dick when it twitched.
So when he suddenly grabbed her hips and bucked his own up Swire squealed; startled to feel the tip bump against her innermost parts. The sensation was merely a prelude however; fresh jolts of pleasure shooting up her stomach as the Doctor did it again; matching her rhythm and sheathing himself fully inside her with every thrust. Each powerful impact felt like it sent ripples through her pelvis, his cock hilting within her no matter how tightly she clenched around him; relentlessly hilting inside her.
Until he hilted inside her, and then rolled them over.
''D-Doct- ah~!''
Swire couldn't even get his name out before he started to plough her – powerful, slamming thrusts plunging him between her walls and battering her cervix like a ram. His firm hands grabbed her sides just below her ribs and yanked her towards him with every thrust, clapping their flesh together with every pounding thrust and fucking no small number of squeals from Swire's startled lips, her eyes wide and head jerking backwards from the force of his thrusts.
Instinctively the cat-girl clawed at the bed, blunting her nails on the soft sheets and bundling the fabric between her desperate fingers – her tiger tail curling around his right forearm. If anything her loose hold only made the Doctor pound her harder, his shaft hammering her innermost parts and sending jolts up her pelvis every time, withering away any illusion of sensuality as they skipped from passionate lovers to beasts in heat.
''F-Fuck~!'' Swire cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist. ''Harder~!''
''Gladly.'' The Doctor growled playfully.
Releasing her sides he slowed his pace momentarily, unwinding her legs from his waist – only to fold them over her. Swire barely had a moment to respond before the Doctor resumed his thunderous thrusts. Gasping Swire arched her back as much as the position would allow, the slight discomfort only fuelling the insatiable heat mounting inside her; tempting her to cup his cheeks and pull him down into a messy, needy kiss, crying out into his mouth.
It felt too good, too intense. She expected be the dominant one, to tease and wind him up until she got him to pin her down – but he didn't need more than a single invitation before he took her, and took control with the kind of ease that made her heart thump with excitement. Even as they introduced their tongues into the kiss and soon broke it off, gasping for air between moans before desperately reigniting the kiss.
''Doctor~! Hyah, I-I- Mmyaah~''
With a loud, almost cattish wail Swire's orgasm hit – and hit her hard. White-hot bliss rushed through her all at once, numbing her nerves yet leaving them equally as sensitive at the same time, sending her body into seizing spasms. The Doctor however wasn't finished; relentless as he pounded her pussy and fucked more squeals from her lips; shrill even as he claimed her lips in a kiss and devoured her voice.
Until soon with a guttural grunt the Doctor slammed into her, and came. Stars exploded in Swire's head as molten heat gushed into her, her tightening walls squeezing out more of his dolloping load. He suddenly bucked his hips several times mid-climax, the sudden thrust making Swire spasm against the sweat-laden sheets; moans tumbling from her lips as he delivered even more semen into her hypersensitive sex. Her nails left angry red scratches down his forearms from where she'd held them as well, whilst his own hands left faint bruises on the back of her thighs, such was his iron grip.
''A-Ah...'' Swire whimpered as he slowly leaned back – his dick soon springing out from her fucked-raw pussy. ''Ahh... w-wow...''
The Doctor just flashed her an amused smirk, darkening her cheeks to a crimson hue. He lowered her legs until she was laid flat on her back once more; shivers travelling through her curvaceous body as aftershocks hit her, the pleasant feeling coaxing a hum from the cat-girl. However as the intense pleasure began to fade carnal hunger resurfaced; far from satisfied with one orgasm, no matter how intense it'd been. If anything it left her craving more; having never came as hard as she had then.
Thus with a groan Swire rolled herself over onto her side; pushing her face into the sheets and sticking her ass in the air. Feeling more than seeing his gaze on her rear Swire smirked; lazily grasping the waistband of her lacy panties and peeling them down her thighs, working them down bit by bit until they were around her ankles, allowing her to simply kick them off with a dainty flick of her ankle. The Doctor purred at that and spooned her, his sizeable cock pressing between her cheeks before he lined the head up with her slit, his semen slowly leaking out of her.
Until the tip pried her lips apart, and he slowly but firmly buried himself back inside her.
''Ohh~'' Swire moaned into the sheets, back arched as sharply as a cat's. ''Mm... go wild, Doctor~''
''Heh, sure thing.'' He started to rear his hips back. ''Just don't break on me, alright?''
Swire barely registered his words before he slammed forth, bumping her cervix as his girthy cock stuffed her in a single powerful thrust. Swire squealed in surprise, the sound muffled as she pushed her face into the sheets and braced – enduring the rapid thrusts that followed. His pelvis impacted her shapely behind hard and fast, clapping it and jerking her body forth before she hurriedly pushed her butt back, taking him into her dripping sex soon than expected.
Groaning the Doctor pushed his head down into her nape, his breath hot against it and coaxing a surprised whine out of Swire – her lips pursing to stifle any further sounds. That lasted all of three seconds before he planted a kiss on her neck, instantly coaxing a shaky moan from the cat-girl; the sound escalating into a shriller squeal when he hit a sensitive spot inside her, his thick cock pumping into her without a hint of slowing down.
''Mm, o-oh gods- Mmph fhck...!'' Swire's curse was stifled as she bit the sheets; muffling her voice somewhat.
The Doctor merely grunted; planting both his hands on either side of her body and looming over her, casting a shadow over her as he practically mated with her like an animal – the comparison not hurt by her submissive position. The thought only turned Swire on more, a needy whimper escaping the Operator as she was nearly folded under him; the sharp curve to her back starting to become uncomfortable yet unable to stretch out lest the pleasure searing her sex waned even a little bit, becoming almost masochistic in that instant in the pursuit of pleasure.
Until the Doctor grabbed her biceps suddenly and reared back, bottoming out inside her in the same instant he pulled her torso backwards – fucking a startled yelp from Swire. That yelp escalated into a shrill wail as he suddenly resumed pounding her; the position plunging him in at just the right angle to rub against a sensitive spot, the raw pleasure seizing her muscles up and whitening her mind, briefly losing all senses beyond her hearing; listening to the relentless, sweaty smacking of skin.
Along with his whispering voice in her ear. ''Cum for me.''
Swire quivered; a feeble, submissive moan tumbling past her lips as he railed her raw. The cum inside her acted like lube and let him pound her easier, her own arousal only helping with that; clapping her ass with each buck of his strong hips. Her inner walls clenched and constricted his shaft, forming a tight tunnel for him to slam into, yet he didn't slow down even a little and kept drilling her without pausing for breath.
Until suddenly, abruptly, he yanked his cock out of her. The suddenness of it made Swire flop forth onto the bed with a gasp; eyes wide and mind blank as she seized against the sheets – squirting as she suffered a mini-orgasm, the real thing so close yet just out of reach. Swire whimpered and shoved a hand between her legs, about to stuff three fingers inside herself to finish herself off, but the Doctor had other plans.
Which he enacted swiftly; sliding an arm under her stomach and lifting her up. With a confused moan Swire moved with him, letting him guide her over to the edge of the bed and stumbling up to her feet – her weak knees trembling and threatening to make her collapse. Perhaps because of that the Doctor was rough as he pushed her towards the window, her naked breasts squished against the cold glass and her hair pulled back with his free hand.
''W-Wait, someone might see- hyaa~!''
The tip slid along her slit, and with a groan the Doctor pushed back inside her – one hand holding her hair back whilst the other supporting her hip, allowing him to slam into her drenched womanhood with abandon. The loud slaps of his pelvis hitting her ass positively echoed through her bedroom, pushing her up against the glass before she reflexively pushed back, impaling herself on his swollen, throbbing girth more.
Her hands feebly pressed up against the glass, her heavy breathing fogging up part of it and her breasts chilled by the transparent material – the thought of someone by chance looking up at her room with binoculars and seeing her burning her cheeks, yet she couldn't deny it was arousing.
No, rather, she almost wanted them to see. To see her getting absolutely ploughed by the Doctor, to have them see her get her hair pulled and her womb undoubtedly filled with his load – the latter prospect becoming more apparent as he sped up, groaning gutturally into her ear. Swire merely whimpered and tightening around him, his shaft scraping between her honeyed walls and hammering her cervix, each powerful thrust causing her legs to quake more and more, her orgasm ever so close.
''Oh gods, oh gods~!'' Swire cried out – unashamed in that instant as she intimately felt the heat inside her mount and mount, forming a tight, uncontrollable knot that seemed ready to come undone at any moment.
''Shit!''
Until one husky curse teased her ear, and Swire came undone – screaming as she orgasmed for the second time that night. She clamped tight around his shaft and jerked her head back as he hilted inside her; unloading thick ropes of semen into her quivering depths, whitening her mind just as much as he whitened her insides. She tried to move, to push back and get some more friction out of it, but her whole body was frozen solid; able to only endure his subsequent, jerky thrusts, the little bit of extra movement stirring her insides up.
When without warning the Doctor pulled out and smacked her ass – the impact enough to make her legs finally give out, sending her sliding down the glass window with a pitiful moan of satisfaction.
''Ah... y-you're incredible...'' The tiger-tailed girl mewled, ears flat against the top of her head.
Swire would only have a minute or two to recover though before the Doctor carried her back to the bed and pinned her to it, ploughing her until she passed out... over four hours later.
X-x-X
One of the main advantages of Swire's apartment was that the large windows, when the curtains weren't drawn, meant that sunlight poured into the room and acted like a natural alarm clock.
''Mn...''
As such it was the morning sunlight that stirred Swire from her slumber; a sleepy mumble escaping the cat-girl as she scrunched her eyes tight before daring to crack them open. Bleary-eyed and in a daze it took her a second to truly wake up, her dazed eyes peering down the length of her bed aimlessly without registering anything... until soon she attempted to move, and her whole body ached.
It was the sensation that brought back memories. Of deep-throating the Doctor's cock, of being pressed into the sheets and creampied, of being practically tossed around the room and put into all manner of positions as he positively ploughed her senseless – the mere reminder burning her cheeks, clarity returning to her. Her arms were still weak from holding up her own weight so much, her hips ached and her womanhood was sore from the sheer amount of pounding it'd taken. Bruises too had formed on her breasts, thighs and sides from where he'd held her, yet the discomfort only embarrassed her rather than bothered her. Maybe she was becoming a masochist, at this rate.
The thought made Swire glance to the left, towards the source of heat next to her – the Doctor. Laid on his back with her tucked into his shoulder, both of them naked from head-to-toe, she could see the numerous scratches that marred his arms and chest, the same undoubtedly plentiful across his back too if her memories were right. She made a mental note to call a trusted medic friend to help clean up the 'evidence'.
A glance around her room told her she'd have to clean up before that, though.
''...later...'' Swire smiled and snuggled back in. ''Hah... I could get used to this...''
Whether or not the Doctor heard her or not his right arm snaked around her all the same, firmly holding her against his side almost possessively, earning a pleased coo from the sore Swire.
[END]
