"Doctor," he had told her, his lips against her ear so he could feel her shudder beneath him.
"Enciodes…?" The Doctor of Rhodes Island blinked, her eyelids heavy from arousal and that too-sweet wine that he brought with him.
"I'm sorry, Doctor," whispered SilverAsh, tracing a line along the woman's lips with his thumb. "I've decided that I'm going to break you."
...
SilverAsh was a naughty, naughty boy.
He'd broken rule number one: never mix business with pleasure.
Unfortunately for him, the one called the Doctor — the tactician and "commander" of the Rhodes Island landship — was an enigmatic and ambiguous woman. She was honeyed and flattering in spite of her obscurity, however, and all of these things made the Silverash family patriarch more than a little curious. Like a moth to a flame, he had become enraptured.
This woman was the brains behind every operation conducted, he had assumed. Here was a woman who exudes charisma, strength, and wit. He thought her monumental, but not pretentious. Elusive, but not illusory.
Here was a ship filled to the gills with people who would defend this Doctor with their very lives. Here was an ark full of brave and formidable knights; robust civilians, agents, and operators abound! The first time he had met the Doctor, he never imagined that they would be so short, let alone so free-roaming and casual. He had discovered that just beneath that shell — all that stifling cloth, under the hood, and behind that mask — the Doctor was a woman. A woman with acuity at odds with her height — a pitiful five-foot-two that SilverAsh internally regarded as cute, really.
"Mr. SilverAsh," she had called him, and she had to really crane her neck to look him in the eye, "it's always a pleasure to see you."
"Likewise… Doctor," he had replied.
Mister, and Doctor. And so it went. Business and pleasure were separate, as they ought to have been.
And then the Doctor completely and utterly ruined everything.
Firstly, their professional meetings had become more frequent. They'd become weekly when they were once biweekly. That was just the tip of the iceberg. The first sign of trouble.
The real crux of the problem began once the Doctor had taken it upon herself to get comfortable during such business discussions. She'd loosened her coat, plucked off the buttons, and pulled down the zippers of her stifling outfit, and all Enciodes could do was watch her with growing interest as he pushed through the tail end of his sentence. As he just looked at her. Took her all in. The real Doctor, for the very first time.
It was impossible not to equate it to an intimate undressing. That was more or less what she did — she had undressed for him.
All that ginger hair came tumbling out, almost wickedly scarlet, coming down just past her shoulders. With the Doctor's hands now holding her helmet, and with her hood brought down to reveal herself to the taller Feline, she flashed him a charming little smile, as if she knew exactly how the Kjeragian patriarch would react: with rapt attention and fascination.
She had bags under her eyes. That was what SilverAsh had noticed. These were the eyes of a woman who was far too tired — who had been working non-stop for countless hours, days, weeks, years, and she had no one to truly rely on before this moment. No one to wring her dry of all that pent-up tension, stress, and strain.
And yet, despite the Doctor's too-tired eyes, she gently shook her head to flourish more of that crimson tide of hair, and she kept that delighted smile on her face as she gave SilverAsh a furtive sideways glance.
"Enciodes Silverash," she told him, "you should lighten up just a little bit."
"Doctor." The Feline cleared his throat, doing his utmost to remain unruffled. "You seem rather exhausted. Are you truly in the right state of mind to continue this meeting?"
"Oh, Enciodes…" The Doctor's grin doubled in size. "Is that really what you want to ask me? I'd have thought you had something else in mind."
"Your wellbeing is important… to me," he said carefully. "We can't have you in poor spirits, Doctor. Our cooperation, and collaborative efforts, depend on your vitality."
"Do you think about my vitality often, Mister Silverash?"
He frowned. That was a curveball of a question. "You're awfully bold today, Doctor."
"Well," said the Doctor, "it's not every day that I reveal myself like this. You're extraordinarily lucky, Mr. Silverash. You've been given a very special privilege."
"And why, exactly, did you choose me for something like this?" That was the immediate and most obvious question.
"You said it yourself. We're business partners," said the Doctor, "and I trust you. I'd like to trust you more."
And that was how it started, really. Right from the get-go: a matter of trust.
SilverAsh smiled back. He would trust her.
More than trust, really. He decided, as he met her tired eyes with his steely gray ones, that the Doctor of Rhodes Island would be one of his pet projects. For a woman as dubious and secretive as she was, there was no question that she was teetering on the edge. That she was slipping and on the verge of collapse.
But if she would fall, then he would be there to catch her. It was decided.
That was only a prelude. What followed thereafter were weeks of mutual tension and longing. Every meeting felt far too short. Each discussion was more casual than the one prior. The Doctor of Rhodes Island was often in the company of one Silverash or another — be it Ensia, the Feline with the codename Cliffheart, or Enya, the Karlan Saintess codenamed Pramanix. Enciodes's lovely sisters, and soon enough, two of the Doctor's closest confidants. To some, it was almost as if the Doctor herself was fitting rather smoothly into the Silverash family.
But fit in where, exactly?
If she were taller compared to SilverAsh, then perhaps she could rest her face in the crook of his neck, and she could fit nicely into his arms as they embraced one another. It was a startlingly intimate thought, but her mind was filled with all manner of startling things. She surprised even herself sometimes — like today, when she invited SilverAsh to her private dorm rather than the usual meeting room.
Once again, it was a privilege reserved only for the likes of… him. This patriarch of one of the families of Kjerag — this hulking gentleman who currently had her pinned to the wall of her dorm room.
Huh… now when did that happen? Drawing from the infinite well of her wisdom, the Doctor of Rhodes Island could only curse this bottle of wine that's been shared between them.
"How compromising," she murmured, laying a hand on SilverAsh's chest.
"But you expected this," he remarked, quietly, "am I correct?"
"Was this the only way things could have played out?" The Doctor wondered aloud.
"Let's drop the pretense, Doctor." SilverAsh reached out, and he held the Doctor's chin by his index finger and thumb. "You invited me to your room. That's your boldest move by far. And so I have no choice but to move the next piece."
This chess game of theirs would continue.
The Doctor, however, did not want to be a rook in this game. Nor knight, nor king.
She wanted to be a queen.
She wanted to be his queen. His strongest ally; strongest asset. A piece of SilverAsh to be harbored; a piece equal parts offensive for him, and defensive of him. She wanted to be picked up and wielded. Dropped down strategically, with a deft and masterful touch. She wanted to be beneath him…
…or, like now, caught between the firm wall of her dorm room, and the firm wall of SilverAsh's chest. She gulped as she looked up at him, and the excitement that she felt was enough to make her shiver with anticipation.
SilverAsh was wine drunk, and so was she. The door was locked. They were alone. This was dangerous. This was divine. She had him right where she wanted him, and vice versa. The protective coat was off, leaving the short woman in her underclothes. She would bare herself to him. Give him all of her.
Every last piece.
"So what happens now," the Doctor breathed, "Mister Silverash?"
"Now?" The Feline's eyes grew heavy with lust. "Pleasure takes over business."
He was so aromatic. It wasn't just the wine — there was a particular smell about SilverAsh that brought the Doctor even closer. He was enticing to her, and she didn't care how she would unravel for him. It brought her head into a tailspin. She was dizzy, and she was losing control, and she loved it.
"You're tired, Doctor," SilverAsh told her, "come and relax with me, my dear."
"Dear?" The Doctor smiled slyly. "I am not your dear."
"Not yet," SilverAsh posed.
"Now you're the bold one."
"The alcohol certainly helps." He paused. "Has your disposition towards me changed?"
"Only for the better." She shuddered and sighed with relief as SilverAsh touched her cherry-red hair. "But I'm going to make you work for it," she added, licking her lips.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Feel free to beg whenever you like."
There was that smirk of his again. A knowing little smile, like she'd just prodded at one of his defenses. Inwardly, the Doctor hoped that she would be punished for such a transgression.
Rather than a direct punishment, however… SilverAsh instead took the Doctor's hand, and he placed it over his crotch.
Just then, the Doctor gulped. A moan slipped from her lips. He felt… big.
Bigger than big.
The Silverash family patriarch was excited, intensely aroused, and almost animalistic in the way that he loomed over her like this. She palmed his crotch now, biting her lip as she felt him throb beneath the fabric of his trousers.
For her.
He was excited for her and she relished every single bit of that attention.
"Fuck," The Doctor whispered. "That's… wow…"
The heat that she felt on her hand, just through SilverAsh's pants, deeply excited the Doctor of Rhodes Island. Here was a famous leader from Kjerag — here was a man who was grand and ambitious and oh-so sublime — and his sexual appetite for her was paramount.
Her resistance was plummeting, and fast.
"I'm on fire," SilverAsh grumbled, "for you, Doctor."
With that, the Doctor's fingers nimbly moved to unzip him, and free SilverAsh from his prison of cloth — a prison that his cock was desperate to be rescued from. In no time at all, however, his pants are around his ankles, and he kicks them away without a fuss. The rest is up to him: SilverAsh hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, and he yanked them down to reveal himself to her.
And the Doctor of Rhodes Island, normally so in control of any situation, was unable to stop herself from gasping at the sight of SilverAsh's manhood — nor could she stop her eyebrows from shooting up higher on her face. She gulped again, her knees going weak as SilverAsh pressed himself up against her — growling with desire — as he brought his palm to the woman's delicate cheek. And then he spoke down to her, with his voice coated in honey.
"Doctor…" SilverAsh softly panted.
She gulped. "Enciodes…?"
"I'm sorry, Doctor," whispered SilverAsh, tracing a line along the woman's lips with his thumb. "I've decided that I'm going to break you."
"...Christina," she told him then, and she puckered her soft lips to gently kiss the man's thumb while he held her.
"Christina…" said SilverAsh, with apparent reverence.
"Another courtesy for you," she promised him, "if you're going to break me, Enciodes, then I want you to use my real name when you make me crumble. Make me submit."
Pick a god and pray.
She chose him and fell to her knees.
Doctor Christina welcomed Enciodes Silverash into her mouth, though not before she teased him with that tiny tongue of hers. She flicked it against the tip of his cock, moaning softly while she got him started, and she lapped up the precum that collected at the tip of his dick, relishing the taste and the musk of her business partner-turned sexual partner.
SilverAsh sighed with relief, reaching down and running his fingers through Christina's lovely and wavy red hair. Almost immediately, the Doctor leaned into SilverAsh's touch, nuzzling his hand while she dragged her warm and wet tongue along the veiny surface of the Feline's thick and throbbing cock.
"There we are now," SilverAsh purred, "good girl."
Oh? Christina smiled secretively. That's… different.
She cherished him with her mouth, gliding her tongue all the way down from the tip of SilverAsh's cock to its base, and Christina was all-too-eager to worship his balls; the Doctor ran her tongue against SilverAsh's globes, causing him to moan with pleasure as he raked his fingers through the woman's scarlet hair.
The Silverash patriarch leaned up against Doctor Christina's dorm room wall, groaning as she fellated him and took his cock between her lips. The sensation of penetrating her mouth was simply divine; the Feline was by no means a virgin, but he couldn't quite remember the last time he had felt this good — and they were just getting started.
Christina, likewise, couldn't remember the last time she had thoroughly enjoyed spending so much time with someone else. SilverAsh was special, and she wanted to treat him in all of the greatest and most euphoric ways. She would pleasure him anywhere, at any time. She was smitten — they both knew it — and she would show him just how much she loved him.
Doctor Christina moaned with ecstasy as SilverAsh's cock twitched between her lips, and against her tongue. Every time precum dripped against her taste buds, Christina happily lapped it all up, savoring the patriarch's taste and scent. His scent…
At this closeness, up against SilverAsh's crotch, Doctor Christina could take in all of his aromas; his manly musk made her head spin just as much as the wine had, and she practically drooled all over him while she sampled the taste of his manhood.
Already the human found herself feeling more and more aroused. There was growing wetness between her inner thighs, and while she'd been turned on the moment she had linked up with SilverAsh for their "business meeting", Christina knew that her panties would be soaked before she even finished blowing him.
She took him in deeper, feeling him slide along her tongue toward the back of her throat, and she smiled as best she could at the moment because she could hear SilverAsh sighing and gasping from the thrill of penetrating her mouth.
He growled, and it was a growl that sent a shiver up Christina's spine. It made him sound so animalistic and so powerful, and she wilted beneath him.
"Christina," SilverAsh moaned, "Christina… nngh… that mouth of yours… you never c-cease to surprise me…"
Doctor Christina looked up at SilverAsh, and with his cock in her throat, she winked up at him, causing him to chew on his lip with arousal at the sight. His integrity was at stake here. Another piece was swapped between them.
"Christina…" Enciodes Silverash practically sang her name with praises, knees going weak from the pleasure that his precious Doctor was giving him. Now that he could say her name so openly, he took the opportunity and ran with it. "Christina… yes… hahhh… just like that now… good girl…"
He noticed how that phrase affected her — how she wiggled and practically shook with happiness at the praise that he was giving her — and SilverAsh made a mental note to continue using reinforcement like that. A boon for the future. If she was unsure about it now, he knew that she would come to welcome the praise in no time at all.
In the meantime, Enciodes reached down to put a hand on his beloved Doctor's head, and he carefully eased his cock out of her mouth with a satisfying pop, causing Christina to sigh and smack her lips together with a mixture of confusion and arousal.
"H-huh?" She hummed, tilting her head to look up at him. "Why did you stop?"
Instead of answering Christina verbally, SilverAsh decided to reply by reaching down and picking her up from the floor, drawing a surprised yelp from the redheaded human girl. He enjoyed surprising her in this fashion, just as he enjoyed the sound that her bed made once he dropped her onto it. Unceremonious, but it was important to remember: there was no pretense here. This had long since stopped being a business meeting. He was going to take her.
Christina had been thrown onto her back, and she blinked up at SilverAsh, who was approaching her upside-down now. His cock swayed gently as he came up to her until he planted it over her lips, and she gave it a little kiss as if on instinct.
"Oh, Enciodes…" The Doctor moaned, lying on her back with her head dangling off the edge of her bed. She licked her lips before opening her mouth, and SilverAsh slid himself back in there, groaning pleasurably while he invaded her maw.
With this new position, Enciodes found it a little easier to fuck the smaller woman's throat. He grunted with growing passion while he caressed her cheek, pushing himself back and forth as he resumed their… workplace fun.
Christina whimpered as she lay there, supine and accepting of all of SilverAsh's passion and hip-pumping. Her eyes went half-closed while the Feline patriarch used and abused her little mouth, fucking her face with equal parts vim and vigor. The poor little thing flinched with every thrust forward, feeling the massive member throb and twitch between her lips, and against her slimy tongue.
SilverAsh grunted as he pumped his hips back and forth, watching his cock vanish down Doctor Christina's receptive mouth. The sight before him, as well as the sounds that she was making, brought the towering patriarch to his first orgasm of the night.
He pulled out of his Doctor's mouth and slid it up against her lips, unloading atop her and showering the flustered human with his hot and gooey spunk. Christina shuddered and moaned as he painted her torso and face in all that virility; she welcomed the rain as it came down upon her, opening her mouth to catch a few stray ropes over her greedy tongue. She felt SilverAsh's pearly-white cum splatter warmly and wetly against her cheeks, and against her too-thin shirt.
She already suspected she would have to do laundry after tonight, but…
"M-my shirt," Christina stammered, blushing intensely as SilverAsh finished cumming all over her body, moaning softly as the tip of his cock dripped right into the Doctor's mouth. "A-ahhh…"
Enciodes sighed with utmost relief. "Ahh… very good, Christina. Satisfactory performance so far."
Doctor Christina blinked.
Then, suddenly, she spun around so that she was facing SilverAsh, her expression having quickly morphed into one of incredulity. "What? Just satisfactory… and that's it?"
SilverAsh smiled. "So far."
Oh hell no. Oh hell no.
Another step forward by Mister Silverash. That wasn't going to fly. She had to take control now; she was compelled to meet him halfway with this back-and-forth.
"Th-that's it," Christina stammered, "g-get on your back!"
"Oh?" SilverAsh gave a charming smile, which only served to make the Doctor just a little more annoyed.
"I'm taking control this time," she told him — only to be met with a playful scoff from SilverAsh.
"Very well," he conceded, "let's see what you've got then, my Doctor…"
In just a moment, SilverAsh was on his back and his cock was pointing straight up in the air. Sticking her tongue out with a sudden and daring expression, Doctor Christina mustered up as much courage as she could inside of her little body before she climbed up onto the larger Feline, so that she could…
Ahh…
Attempt…
Fuck…
To top SilverAsh.
This is… wow…
"Is something the matter, my dear?" asked SilverAsh. The smug smile never left his face.
"No, nothing's wrong," Christina lied, and now her expression changed again. She's not feeling so confident anymore, as she struggles to sit down on SilverAsh's spear. The Feline lay back with his hands behind his head, watching the smaller woman try and find an adequate angle of attack.
"Really?" asked Enciodes.
"Really!" Christina's face burned bright red.
"I see…"
"Don't you look so self-confident," mumbled Christina.
"It's difficult not to be when I'm looking at you right now," he told her, "and, of course, I find it adorable when you try to take control like this."
"What do you mean try? I am in control here…!"
SilverAsh disproved this theory by reaching out to grab the Doctor's waist, and in one fluid motion, he flipped her onto her back, causing her to squeal with surprise as the imposing patriarch suddenly pinned her to the bed.
"H-hey!" Christina frowned. "You…!"
"Hush now, Doctor," said Enciodes, "you're too exhausted and weak to do this without my help."
"Says you," mumbled Christina.
"I like your attitude. But you've nothing to prove to me," he reminded her, "I already consider you as my equal."
My equal…
Christina shuddered, and her eyes were full of lust as SilverAsh reached out with both hands to gently caress the woman's face. His thumb went across her lips, just like before, and she parted them to welcome SilverAsh's finger into her mouth, which pressed down on her tongue and made her feel much more petite than she really was.
"Close your eyes," he whispered to her, and she heeded him. Just then, SilverAsh ran his opposite thumb carefully over Christina's eyelid, while he held her face so tenderly. He was enraptured by her; all of her features fascinated him in one way or another. The dark circles under her eyes were a testament to how much of a hard worker she was. A little people-pleaser — that was Doctor Christina. SilverAsh was a man who knew a lot, but he had no idea how much he loved dark circles under the eyes.
He kissed Christina softly, and she melted into his arms, moaning while she embraced him so dearly. A small part of the Doctor considered this a failure; that she wasn't conquering him like she thought she could.
But maybe, just maybe, falling here wasn't so bad…
"E-Enciodes…" Christina stammered. "Enciodes… p-please…"
"Hm?" SilverAsh smiled, his eyes alight with excitement. "Please what, my dear Doctor? Come now — use your words."
As he spoke down to his woman, SilverAsh ground his knee up against her glistening snatch, having long since gotten her soaked underwear out of the way. He even thought about keeping them as a trophy for later, in an effort to indulge his selfishness; his desire for conquest.
Of course, here and now, he was utterly dominating Doctor Christina. During their tryst, he'd managed to bind her wrists together with a sash, tying her arms to the woman's bedpost so that she could defend herself no longer. The passion in her eyes as he tied her there, it was as though Christina couldn't help but imagine all of the great and terrible ways he would ruin her.
The Doctor of Rhodes Island whimpered beneath her beloved SilverAsh, grinding her crotch up against the man's knee as he rubbed it against her so fervently. He did this for quite some time, really letting her have it — reminding the Doctor that he controlled their pleasure at this moment. As quick as he could be to please her, he could take this joy from her at any moment. Leave her bound here, if he was so heartless.
"Ahh…! S-SilverAsh… you…"
Christina pouted at him, watching as he raised his middle finger and brought it down to her nethers. It's only a second later that SilverAsh proceeds with fingerfucking his woman, curling his digit slightly as he pumped the meaty digit in and out of her receptive honey pot.
The Doctor sucked in air through her teeth. She struggled against her binds, shuddering there as she was tied to the bedpost above her head. Lying supine, there was nothing that she could do when she was tied like this. Nothing except take it for him.
"Say my name," he told her, smiling darkly. Once again, the Doctor obliged him, feeling SilverAsh pull his finger out slowly, to then glide it up to the woman's sensitive clitoris. As he rubbed her love spot there, she couldn't help but quiver with absolute delight, drooling and trembling up until the Feline finally — and reluctantly — pulled his finger right back.
"Speak," he commanded. And the Doctor heeded the almighty SilverAsh.
"Enciodes… S-SilverAsh…" The Doctor's lip quivered as she looked up at him pleadingly, her tied wrists shaking along with the rest of her frail little body. "F-fuck me… please… please fuck me…!"
SilverAsh licked his lips. "My name on your lips… there's nothing more divine than that." He held his cock in his hand, and he slapped it against Christina's pussy lips to tease her further. The woman writhed underneath him, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
"Show off," she panted.
"You make it difficult to resist," he admitted, and then he began sliding himself into her.
Penetration was easy — Doctor Christina was wet enough that SilverAsh could effortlessly slide into her, even despite his gargantuan size. He could feel her begin to stretch to accommodate him, however, and she arched her back with a cry as the Feline found his home in her warm and loving embrace.
"Fuck!" Doctor cried out. "Fuck! SilverAsh!"
The grand patriarch grunted like an animal as he started to rut her, slowly but surely building a rhythm for the both of them as he eased in and out of her. He pushed his hips forward and pulled them back, again and again, spearing her pussy with his massive cock, taking her in her own bed as belonged to him anyway.
Christina wrapped her legs around him, moaning passionately as she shook and ground up against her lover. The Feline was domineering, but not so rough with his beloved that she felt pain. He was tender with her, holding her down and making love as if she could ever threaten to leave him otherwise — but Christina only held him tighter with her legs, relishing how SilverAsh graced her face with his loving touches.
If SilverAsh didn't know any better, he'd suspect that Doctor Christina had hearts where pupils ought to be. All the same, he kissed her, and he kissed her hard: SilverAsh pressed his lips against the Doctor's own, his tongue greeting hers in mutual intimacy and understanding.
His large hands held her face, and he just… touched her as if they belonged to one another. The sensation was unlike anything else in this world. There was no other woman quite like the Doctor, and he knew that this was as good an opportunity as any to pose his question.
"Doctor… Christina…" SilverAsh groaned, keeping his hand on her cheek while he made love to her, his hips meeting her own time and again. "Yes… look at me… look at me while I take you," he breathed.
Doctor Christina gasped and met his sharp gaze with her own hazy-eyed expression. Her lip quivered as she cherished him like this — as she shivered like an earthquake was passing through her own body. The bed beneath them creaked and groaned rhythmically to their love, adding a sensuous percussive beat to the music they were making together.
"Enciodes… S-SilverAsh…!" The Doctor cried out. "Take me! I'm yours!"
"Doctor Christina…!" SilverAsh growled, sliding a hand down to her neck and just holding her down further while he fucked her. By now her ruby-colored hair was a wild mess beneath her, disheveled and unkempt from their passionate lovemaking. Her cheeks were just as red; she blushed from how covetous he was, relentlessly smacking his hips against hers.
"Be mine, Doctor…" SilverAsh whispered, his lips right up against the woman's ear. Another gasp escaped from Christina's lips as she settled there, hardly believing what he had just told her.
"What?!" She didn't imagine what he had just told her, although it did take her a while to process what he had said. "Yes! Yes, please!" She exclaimed joyously as he quickened his thrusts, moaning aloud as they rocked the bed they were lying on.
"Doctor! Yes!" SilverAsh panted as he leaned in, peppering the woman's neck with kisses like he was seasoning her — a meal to be savored again and again; something to unwrap and dig into whenever he so desired.
And he always desired Doctor Christina.
"Be mine, Doctor!" SilverAsh moaned against her neck, sending another shiver coursing through her body. "Be Mrs. Silverash!"
She could never refuse such a thing in all her life. The promise, the splendor, the thrill. She wanted it all. She'd never felt so greedy in all her life, and for all the changes such a declaration would bring, she was ready.
"YES!" Doctor Christina cried out as she came around her precious Enciodes, submitting to being His Everything. "YES! GOD, YES!"
SilverAsh grunted deeply, his hips crashing against his lover's haphazardly while he pumped her full of his hot and gooey load. He stuffed his woman full of his virility, feeling the good Doctor squeeze and convulse around his cock like she was milking him for all that he had — and he had a lot to give her.
Their climax — their promise of rapture and ravishment — was a business agreement all on its own. Another pledge; a bond of affection, tenderness, yearning… and family.
Doctor Christina Silverash, she thought to herself. As she drifted through the subspace of her thoughts — through the liquid-hot heaven of love and all good things — it was, in truth, the only thing that the Doctor of Rhodes Island could think about.
I like the sound of that…
A/N: Thank you Admiral Lexi for commissioning me!