Author's Note: Hey guys! Hope you are all well and have been keeping busy whilst awaiting this next chapter. I always enjoy writing Amy's story as Karen Gillan is absolutely stunning and there is not enough quality smut fiction featuring the redhead in my opinion. Most stories are a little… lax in their details which is where the heart and soul of smut is. I like to think I'm alright at it but let me know!
This time, Amy once more in search of fulfilling her fantasy, finds a way in which she could possibly find the relief of a good old-fashioned cock. At least, as best she can. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Chapter 5: A Queen's Ransom
"What, you're fifty now? No way!" Amy exclaimed as she was marched into the Royal Apartments, the Queen leading them into the room, the Doctor instantly beginning to question everything, his eyes fixed on the porcelain mask that Liz had thrown him, unable to quite comprehend that one tiny detail that always alluded him. Lifting it to his face, he ran his finger along the rim, unable to place it as the Queen turned sharply around, looking directly at Amy with an inquisitive and peculiar smirk on her face.
"Yeah, they slowed my body clock. Keeps me looking like the stamps," Liz smiled, eyeing Amy up and down for the first time properly, the Queen surprised that she didn't have the good sense to do so earlier. Recoiling somewhat at the smell that doused Amy, she couldn't help but smirk, "Are you Scottish? You sound Scottish?"
"And you always wear this in public?" the Doctor asked, striding over to the Queen and holding it up to her face, the seamless fit being as ominous as it was unexplainable. Yet to the Queen and Amy it seemed as if it was the Doctor speaking in tongues and not them.
"Undercover's not easy when you're me. The autographs, the bunting," Liz explained, casually snatching the mask and setting it atop a small bust of her head before unclasping the brooch on her cloak and folding it across a chair. Turning back to Amy, Liz said with a wry and salacious grin, "Definitely Scottish."
"Air-Balanced Porcelain. Stays on by itself because it Is perfectly moulded to your face," the Doctor explained, finally piquing the Queen's interest as she looked at him with a vapid and confused face, Amy mimicking such baffled emotion as she tried desperately to figure out the Doctor's train of thought, only to be met with the fact that not even he could piece it all together, "Ah! I'm missing something. None of it makes sense. I hate puzzles like this. They never make any sense until you find the last piece. Why can't we just start with the last piece for once?"
"Well, at any case. I have business with your friend. I'll leave you here to… do what you're doing," Liz smiled, taking Amy's hand and dragging her up the stairs and through a small doorway. The space opened up into a lavish red velvet orgy of fabrics. The room was brilliantly decorated with curtains and silks, a large open bed taking centre stage with cushions and pillows that would make even the craziest hoarder blush. The Queen strutted forwards unfastening, her belts and dropping her guns to one side as Amy stood baffled and confused, Liz breaking her empty gaze, "The shower Is over there. Might want to clean yourself up."
"Clean myself up? What for?" Amy asked, glancing into the next room and seeing a white tiled shower. Flopping back onto the bed, Liz began to unfasten her boots, stripping away the fabric that occluded her dark flesh, Amy slowly beginning to clue in, but nearly enough to be certain.
"I love it. That accent. I ain't ever shagged a Scottish girl. Should be fun," she grinned salaciously, Amy taken aback by the woman's forwardness, but not entirely opposed to the notion. If truth be told, being swallowed by some massive monster wasn't exactly the greatest boost to her self-confidence and she was hardly feeling sexy. But knowing that somehow, through all that, she had managed to woo a Queen? That made her blush slightly, "I hope you Scots are as kinky as they say."
"So, you just invite every random girl into your bed when you meet them?" Amy asked, propping herself up against the wall and smiling as she folded her arms. The Queen kicked off her second boot and slid up onto her feet, strutting over to Amy, a promiscuous smile on her face.
"Only ones like you," she smiled, brushing a hair out of Amy's eyes and eliciting a giggle of disbelief from the redhead as the Queen of the Starship UK used a cheesy line that Amy had heard three dozen times from three dozen different drunken idiots.
"Oh… So, I'm special?" Amy asked, putting her own salacious smirk onto her lips as she eyed up the Queen's lithe and delicious body. She reminded her of Mels, only Liz was a little fuller in places and carried herself a little better. A Queen had to look good all day, every day and so she knew how to stand in order to… accentuate herself.
"Let's just say, my life isn't exactly as full of sex as I would like. So, when I meet a Scottish redhead, I get to fuck her. Do you know why I get to fuck her?" Liz smiled, wanting to kiss the young redhead, but being put of by the lingering smell, "Cause I'm the bloody Queen!"
With that, Liz sharply spanked Amy's arse, setting a fire beneath the young girl's legs as she sauntered over to the shower, leaving the Queen to strip herself down. Not wasting any time, Amy pulled her nightie up over her head and kicked her panties to one side, her naked body once more exposed. She did enjoy simply being naked. Walking over to the shower, she switched it on and hastily washed herself, not bothering with the usual sensual poses and slow and pleasurable massage, often culminating with a couple fingers sinking themselves inside her. Cleaning herself up, she grabbed a towel and quickly dried herself, knowing that there were going to be far more lucrative pleasures to sample once she had cleaned herself up. Sufficiently dried, she debated getting dressed once more, but opted to simply go for it. Why did she have to act coy when the Queen's intentions were so plainly laid before her. Sure, it was a little bizarre to be asked to fuck by someone only moments after meeting them, but so many one-night stands were born of far less contact. Why should she be so reserved when a luscious lady such as Liz offered her such a bountiful opportunity. A very bountiful opportunity indeed.
Sauntering slowly around the corner of the room, Amy's immediate reaction was to slip back into her sultry and seductive demeanour, the one that she had enthusiastically used to win the Doctor's affections, despite his rather blunt and uninterested reactions most of the time. Draping herself on the doorframe, Amy flung her hair back over her shoulder and found the Queen's gaze. She was almost naked herself, wearing only a pair of dark maroon panties, a set of black stockings, decorated with delicate red bows, suspended by a garter belt of similar dainty design. Not the typical attire of a Queen, but definitely fitting for the situation. As Amy entered the room, Liz turned her head, the eager lustful grin reappearing as she rose to her feet and walked over to the young redheaded girl, her hands running up and down her pale and creamy skin, eventually finding Amy's sweet, slick cunt, a finger easing its way inside the young girl as the Queen smiled, "The carpets match the drapes. That's what I like to see."
"Well, I'd bet you have some very nice carpets yourself…" Amy purred and moaned, her hand slipping down to Liz's panties, moving to slide inside them before the coloured woman grabbed her hand and wrenched it away, a smirk on her face as she did so, Amy immediately taken aback by just what was happening.
"I know your type. Hot, sexy and you know it. You own it. Flaunt what your momma gave you. Round tits and a nice bubble butt. Hike your skirt up a little higher and bat your eyelids and every man falls at your knees begging to do what you want. I'm not some man who you can seduce. You're in my kingdom now sweetheart and I'm the bloody Queen," Liz smiled, three of her fingers plunging deep into Amy's pussy without warning, instantly destroying Amy's confident and sexy allure, her lips parting as her legs went weak. Her free hand lunged at Liz's hand, trying to slow her fingering down so that she could adjust to the immense pleasure. Despite having had the Doctor's thick and veiny cock inside her, she wasn't nearly as loose as she thought she would be and the sudden intrusion had her quivering completely at the Queen's mercy, with Liz savouring every morsel of the young girl's subservience, "So for once you are going to do what someone else says for once, aren't you?"
"Yes… Oh, fuck yes…" Amy moaned, feeling Liz's fingers curl upwards, gently rubbing her g-spot and almost forcing Amy onto her knees. Her thumb curved up towards Amy's clit, gently massaging and running circles across the sensitive nub and causing Amy's legs to start to shake, Liz's sensitive and skilled hands working wonders on the young Scottish girl's pussy, making her normal dominant side bleed away into pure and simple submission. Letting go of Amy's hand, Liz watched as Amy wrapped both her hands around Liz's wrist, trying to curb the incredibly pleasurable sensations running rampant through her pussy. She didn't want them to stop, but simply wanted a slower descent into the deep and intense pleasure.
"Yes, what?" Liz asked, her voice stern and commandeering, the very enunciation bringing a soft whimper to Amy's lips. Liz was on the verge of moaning herself. It had been far too long since she sampled the pleasures of another human and even longer still since she savoured such and busty and bountiful young bombshell. And she was going to savour every minute and every morsel of divine pleasure she could muster from the young girl. Whether it be through torturous words or a firm hand, she was going to enjoy this.
"Yes, your majesty…" Amy whimpered meekly with a delicate moan, Liz joining her with a soft moan herself as the redhead gave herself over. With that Liz began to ease her finger in and out of the young girl, gently fucking her with the three digits, feeling the girl sink lower and lower, her knees bending more and more as they became increasingly unable to support herself. With her free hand, the Queen indulged in the sight that she had been admiring for quite a while. The young girl's soft, round and deliciously sized breasts. They were larger than her own, with the Queen unfortunately being rather ungifted in the chest region, her tits barely being large enough to fill a hand. It meant they were manoeuvrable, but didn't have the lusty appeal that Amy's ample, burgeoning chest provided. Her free hand grasped one of Amy's tits, not massive, but perfectly formed for her lithe and toned body, her nipples already hard in the chill of the cool breeze. Rubbing her thumb back and forth across the sensitive nub, Liz brought a noticeable moan to the young redhead's lips, discovering her sensitive chest.
Leaning back against the wall, Amy tried desperately to keep herself on her feet. Her hands finally let go of Liz's wrist allowing the Queen full access to her slick and quivering cunt. Moving her fingers quicker and quicker inside her pussy, Liz filled the room with soft wet slapping sounds as her fingers delved deeper and deeper into the young girl's folds, her thumb furiously attacking her tiny and sensitive clit. Gently tweaking Amy's nipple, Liz wanted to force the girl onto her knees with a delirious orgasm, proving her dominance. Her hair was slick from the shower, but as the pleasurable hand between her thighs worked faster and faster her body began to gleam with a thin layer of sweat, her hair clouding her face as her orgasm neared her young and thin body. Shuddering closer and closer, Amy couldn't quite believe how close she had been brought in such a short time. Opening her eyes, she was met with the luscious smile of the Queen, hungering for the redhead's pussy to clamp down and spasm in delicious orgasm.
Finally, the pleasure flooded over, her pussy shuddering with a sensational orgasm, the Queen not letting up as her pussy began to tighten. Moaning and squealing loudly, Amy held herself on her feet for as long as she could, her quim tingling and spasming, the tightness of her pussy clutching at Liz's fingers, drawing them deeper into delicious pussy. As her orgasm subsided, Amy's legs gave away and she slumped against the floor, her thighs slick and coated in her juices. Lifting her soaking fingers to her lips, Liz suckled at her own digits, savouring the sweetness of Amy's pussy, cleaning her fingers entirely of her slickness before lowering her lips to Amy's chin and lifting the girl's face up to look at her, a salacious smirk of expectation on the coloured woman's face as Amy fought to control her rapid breath. Purring, the Queen ordered, "Now lick your Queen's cunt like a good little girl."
Grinning in response, Amy composed herself, her hands finding Liz's legs and running slowly up towards her panties. Grasping the woman's hips, she pulled her body closer to her lips before reaching up and hooking her fingers inside Liz's panties. Before she could peel them away, she felt a hand playfully slap hers, the Queen leaning over her and gently tapping her lips as if to imply that Amy should be opting for a more intimate approach to stripping the woman. Nodding, Amy lowered her hands before leaning forwards with her lips and realising that the Queen's garter belt was in the way of her panties. Unhooking the suspending bands of fabric with her mouth, Amy ran her tongue along the outside her underwear, tracing the growing wet patch with her lips, pushing the red fabric in amongst the Queen's folds, making her moan. Biting the hem of her underwear, Amy slowly peeled the woman's panties away, letting them bunch around her knees as her pussy was revealed in it's entirety.
Taken aback by the Queen's pussy, Amy was a little daunted. Instead of the neatly trimmed and shaven pussy that Amy had between her legs, Liz's was far unrulier. Trimmed in places, her crotch was a nest of hair, hiding away her sopping wet and glossy folds. Uncertain as to where to begin, Amy leant forwards and wriggled her tongue into place against her pussy, doing as she would do whenever she and Mels fucked one another. Sliding her tongue along each of Liz's slick and delicious folds, she moaned at the taste of the delectable woman, her pussy dripping with delicious juices which Amy readily lapped at. Hesitant to lift her hands once more to the woman's body for fear of having them slapped once more, Amy had to get more intimate than she usually would, her nose being buried amidst the Queen's folds, gently rubbing and grinding against the sensitive parts of her pussy as her tongue diligently and eagerly searched for the most sumptuous and sensitive areas of her sweet, delicious quim.
Moaning audibly, Liz lowered one hand to Amy's head, gently weaving her fingers in amongst the girl's delicate hair and taking a firm grip on her head, guiding her eager and experienced tongue to the most pleasurable spots in her pussy. As she wasn't inclined to entertain very many people, she rarely kept her pussy in a desirable state. When it was only her own fingers begging access, she hardly needed to lay out a sufficient runway. And she didn't have time to tend to herself before Amy was done in the bathroom. But from the lunging tongue that was burrowing its way steadily towards her entrance, Liz knew that it wasn't as big a problem as she had imagined. Hollowing her stomach, she took a deep breath in, her legs not weakening, but shaking slightly as Amy's nose unwittingly graze the woman's clit as her tongue begged access to her entrance, pushing past her folds to wriggle deeper into her glossy and tight pussy, the Queen pushing her pussy forwards in desperate attempts for more relief.
Grinding her pussy against Amy's face, Liz moaned as the simple act of Amy moving her chin, plunged her body into pleasure, the redhead eagerly eating out her quim, her tongue finally finding the entrance to Liz's pussy and eagerly plunging her entire tongue as deep as she could inside. Gasping, Liz increased the fervour of her grinding, lifting her bum up and down slightly as she started to fuck herself on Amy's tongue, using the slick muscle to impale herself ever so slightly. Amy, disregarding any previous orders as to not touch the Queen, lunged her hands upwards grasping her bum and pulling at her pert, almost flat cheeks, pulling her hips forwards and allowing Amy deeper access to her tight, clutching and delicious pussy. Moaning into her folds, Amy felt a second hand latch itself onto her head, moving it from side to side, Liz relishing the way Amy's nose flicked back and forth across her sensitive clit, sending bursts of sublime pleasure through the Queen's body, her orgasm already building in her stomach, growing with every subtle and slight move Amy's adept and skilled tongue made.
Pulling her tongue out of Liz's pussy, Amy swiftly darted it upwards, the slick muscle prying apart the Queen's folds and finding the sumptuously sensitive button that was her clit, the Queen's breath catching in her throat as Amy deftly attacked the most sensitive part of her body. Biting her lip, Liz trailed a hand up towards her breasts, gently grabbing and groping at the flesh. Despite being rather small, they were still sensitive to touch and made her moan softly as Amy's tongue curled around her clit, flicking the bean back and forth with her skilled tongue. Amy found herself moaning into Liz's pussy, the taste of her slick quim being divine in the redhead's mind, her tongue eagerly lapping the most slick and juicy parts of her hole. Clawing and gripping Liz's arse cheeks a little to hard, Amy forgot that she was devouring a Queen and slid deeper and deeper into the pleasures of lesbianism that she had always loved, the was her pussy tasted reminding her intimately of Mels, the redhead lusting after her best friend's cunt.
Amy once again found her pussy itching for attention. The orgasm she had been given by the Queen's feverous fingers was something quite spectacular, but after eagerly devouring the woman's slick and silky hole, Amy was once more needing a soft caress. Or a hard one depending on Liz's particular wants. Taking her nipple in between her fingers, Liz gently tweaked the nub, her hips moving back and forth as she started to forcibly grind herself against Amy's face, rubbing and writhing with pleasure. Holding Amy's face in place, Liz didn't let her move, instead riding the young girl's face, lips and nose for her own pleasures, guiding the sensitive portions of her pussy into the right place to achieve her long-desired orgasm, her body tingling and spasming as she rode faster and faster, bringing herself to her brilliant and orgasmic end. Finally, her body began to shudder, her pussy quivering and shaking, clamping down on Amy's tongue which she had slipped back inside herself. As her pussy spasmed and seized, Liz's hole trapped Amy's tongue inside her, forcing her to ride out her orgasm alongside her, much to Amy's eager delight as she tasted and savoured the delicious juices of the Queen one last time before finally being let go and allowed to breathe a deep and heavy breath, the two women silently panting to themselves before Liz once again took charge.
"Fuck me. You know how to use your tongue. I could do with keeping a girl like you around," Liz sighed, kicking her panties away from her ankles and sauntering slowly over towards her bed, reaching into the bedside table and searching for something, allowing Amy an opportunity to pull herself up onto her feet. It was an interesting prospect. Being at the beck and whim of such a luscious Queen, purely kept around for the lusty purpose of eating her pussy whenever she desired. Staggering after her, Amy was about to open her mouth when Liz turned and thrust an item into her hands and said, "Put it on."
Looking down, Amy turned the item over in her hands, knowing instantly what it was. She had always wanted one and she and Mels always had plans to get one and try it out. Although, Amy really wanted it just to use it with Rory and see how far she could get him to go. It was a strap-on. A fairly big one. Made of rubber, it was perfectly moulded and sculpted into the form of a thick throbbing cock. Naturally, it was big and black. Around nine inches if Amy had to guess, and attached to a leather harness inlaid on the idea with soft red silk and a small dildo that sat inside the wearer's pussy allowing for a small amount of pleasure to be gleaned as the wearer fucked her companion. Confused, Amy assumed that if they were to be using such a device, the Queen would much prefer the dominant role, "Liz… I mean, your majesty. Surely you'd want to do the fucking?"
"Nah, boring innit? Besides, I'm the Queen. I never get a good fucking. I bet the Scottish give good hard fuckings, eh?" Liz lamented, rolling onto the bed and presenting her royal arse to Amy, her pussy glistening amongst her hairy crotch, begging for a fuck. Amy was of the same mindset as the Queen. She wanted a good fuck. She wanted her fantasy of fucking on a spaceship. As soon as the strap-on was brought into the equation, she assumed she might just get that fantasy, albeit in a more tenuous way. Sure, she had technically fucked on the ship, with the lesbian encounter with the Queen counting in its own way, but Amy wanted to be shagged, fucked and pounded by a cock. But it seemed that in keeping with her luck, she'd be deprived of a thick shaft once more. Either way, Amy wasn't going to pass up a chance to fuck a Queen with a strap-on.
Loosening the straps to fit her plumper figure, Amy slid the toy on and into place, sliding the tiny dildo into her own pussy, moaning as it settled itself inside her cunt. Tightening the straps, Amy gently wiggled her hips, silently giggling as the shaft shook back and forth. Now she knew what it was like for boys. Pushing those thoughts aside, Amy mounted the bed, sidling up behind Liz and resting her hands on her soft, pert bum cheeks, gently peeling them apart to revealing her tight constricted asshole and the glistening folds of her pussy. A part of Amy wondered if she could get away with jamming the entire length of the fake cock deep inside Liz's tight, Queenly arse, but she quickly put such thoughts behind her, knowing full well that she could probably be executed or something for such a rough treatment of the royal monarch.
Shuffling forwards, Amy slid the tip of her cock along Liz's folds, her shaft prying the Queen's pussy lips apart and bringing a soft moan of pleasure to the coloured woman's lips. Gently grazing her clit, Amy finally settled at her entrance, worming the tip of her cock slowly inside until it was settled inside her slick, orgasm sensitive cunt. Moaning in unison, Amy's pussy being stimulated by the small dildo shifting inside her own pussy, the pair of them let their eyes roll closed, their power play dissipating and being replaced by a mutual urge for simple, sumptuous pleasure. Taking the Queen's hips in her hand, Amy mimicked what Rory would do, gently thrusting forwards, each inch of her fake black cock carving easily through the Queen's snatch until finally, her crotch was pressed snugly against the Queen's pert bum cheeks, her Queenly cunt impaled in its entirety on her strap-on, their tandem moans filling the room as they savoured the pleasure the other provided.
It was Liz that moved first, desperate for a proper shag. Shifting forwards on her knees, she pulled a few inches out of her pussy before impaling herself once again, the wet slap of flesh colliding filling the room as Amy clued in and started to softly thrust back and forth, each of her movements going as deep as she could possibly go. Pulling the Queen back onto her thrusts, Amy quickly worked up an immensely pleasurable rhythm, both of the moaning loudly, echoed by slapping flesh and Amy's rough pawing treatment of Liz's butt cheeks. Grabbing and pulling at the flesh, Amy dropped her thumb down to the Queen's rear entrance, casually rubbing it out of force of habit. Mels had developed a proclivity for a little more anal treatment. She still didn't like being fucked up there but relished the sensation of having a thumb or a finger plunging deep inside. The simple graze incited a groan of approval from Liz, the Queen pushing herself backwards onto Amy's thrusts, meeting her cock halfway and subsequently amplifying the pleasure immeasurably.
Taking that as her cue, Amy dribbled a mouthful of saliva down onto her thumb, gently smearing the lube across the Queen's arsehole. Whilst it was generally considered that such pleasures were perverse and frankly unladylike, Liz still found herself experimenting on lonely nights and had grown quite fond of using her fingers on both her sumptuous holes. Easing it forwards, Amy sped up her fucking in a hope of drowning out the initial pain of anal entry with pleasure. Hammering her hips back and forth, Amy finally plunged her thumb inside the Queen's bum, the woman groaning loudly and resting her head on the pillows, pushing her bum further up into the air and sinking more of the redhead's digit into her welcoming and pleasure riddled arse. Fucking her slow and steadily, Amy focussed on wriggling her thumb deeper and deeper into the Queen's arse, knowing that it would the thing that made the woman cum. The perverse eroticism of what society deemed as forbidden pleasure for one such as her was inciting a fire in her pussy that was drenching her thighs in her arousal, the slapping sounds of Amy's fucking becoming louder and louder as her pussy grew wetter and wetter.
Amy's pussy was similarly pleasured, though not nearly as much as Liz's. The simple tiny little dildo was strangely pleasurable in the sense that it had no right to be, considering its size. But it's ability to shift back and forth inside her with the slightest of movements was what made it so pleasurable. Even drawing her hips back sent bursts of intense and sumptuous pleasure surging through her body, but as Amy feared, it wouldn't be enough to bring her to her orgasm. Easing her thumb forwards, Amy managed to finally push it all the way in, Liz's rear end trapping the digit inside her as her bum clamped down In a pleasurable haze. Grunting in painful pleasure, Liz halted her movements, letting Amy take charge in slamming her hips forwards, fucking her harder and harder, all the while wriggling her thumb back and forth inside her arse, making her body seize and quiver in sumptuous pleasure, a thin layer of sweat coating both luscious woman's body's, making them glow in a way that was utterly sensational.
Finally, Liz's second orgasm of the night crashed through her body, this one more intense than the last as her holes clenched and spasmed, her body shuddering slightly as she squealed obscenities into the pillows before her. Unable to move her thumb, Amy focussed on her hips, knowing from experience the incredible pleasure that could be derived from fucking even after an orgasm. There was something that a woman so sensitive after such divine and intense pleasure, that a few seconds of continued sex would be heaven upon her body. Sliding her hips back and forth, she watched as Liz rode down her orgasm, savouring the last few thrusts before flopping forwards, the strapon slipping out of her pussy as she rolled onto her stomach. Amy lay down beside her, her strapon cock still pointing upwards as both women caught their breath.
Both of them were hardly finished, the pleasures of lesbianism going beyond singular orgasms. Amy was fully expecting the Queen to offer to return the favour, the young Scottish redhead finally fulfilling the fantasy of being fucked and being fucked hard on a Spaceship. Yet in a few simple words, an anonymous person from the doorway shattered those hopes. Turning to the door, they saw a figure, one of the Tower Guards and with a single sentence, he removed all hopes of Amy's second orgasm, "Your majesty, come with me…"
Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed that. If you did, please let me know. Reviews, however big or small, are genuinely the lifeblood of stories like this. When you put a lot of effort into something, it's nice to see what people think. So, if you like the story and want more, let me know! I really do appreciate it!
In two weeks-time, we see if Amy will finally get her fantasy or if she'll lose out on the chance yet again. Till next time!