Author's Note: Hey guys. One last chapter for this brand-new story going into the new year. Hope that you enjoy it. As previously mentioned, the structure and pacing for this story will be a lot looser and more free-flowing than usual. The last chapter ended on a pseudo cliff-hanger, but this one jumps forwards a bit. Just trust that any decisions made are in service to the smut and that there will be plenty smutty situations coming up as a result of them.

As for this chapter, I couldn't rightly start a story about the thirteenth Doctor without bringing in the prime piece of ass that is her companion Yaz. Now, putting aside one's opinions of the newest series and the characters in the series (Graham being the only actual character amidst a sea of bland boring dullness) you can't deny that the idea of Jodie's Doctor and the Yaz fucking isn't especially interesting. They may have been borderline wooden planks, but they were rather attractive wooden planks.

So, in my own special way, I hope this is moderately entertaining, at least more so than the actual episodes that were provided this year. I could spend all day ranting about them, but here's hoping that a little smutty sustenance shall make up for the dreary excuse of a series. Frankly, the only way that the BBC could make up for the latest series is to release an entire episode that was simply the thirteenth Doctor and Yaz fucking for an hour. Maybe they'll see the light and make it so! But until then, this will have to do! Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Tea At Yaz's

"We have access to the entirety of space and time, yet you want to go and have some tea at mine? Doesn't this place have a kitchen of sorts? Or we could go to some kind of space café? I can't imagine there being a place I want to go less than back to my house when there is so much we could be exploring. We don't have Ryan or Graham. Can't we go do something fun on our own?" Yaz complained as the Doctor spun around her console, flicking switch after switch, the console shuddering as they veered through the time vortex. She had managed to get control of her Tardis far more since her regeneration. Gone were the days of clinging on for dear life as they could now fly somewhat stably, only ever shuddering back and forth when the Tardis hit a proverbial bump in the proverbial road.

"Ah, but you're ignoring the homely touch. Nothing like a cuppa back at home. And well… It was so much fun the last time we were there, I thought we could relive the memories," The Doctor smiled, as she flicked one last switch and brought the Tardis to a halt in front of Yaz's flat. Fiddling with a few more switches, she busied herself with several knobs, pretending that there was something that she had to do and that she wasn't simply buying time whilst Yaz walked towards the door.

"Okay… We did get attacked by giant spiders last time, but who am I to say what gets you going. You coming? Looks to be midday. Don't think my family will be home," Yaz commented as she leaned out of the Tardis doors and glanced up at the sky. Little did she know; the choice of time was wholly by surprise. In fact, the entire trip back to earth was merely a ploy by the Doctor, a means to an end.

"I'll see you up there. You can put the kettle on. I've… I've got a few things to finish up," The Doctor lied, once again diving into the many knobs and fiddly things that there were around her console, trying to trick Yaz into thinking that she had something that she was actually doing. Raising an eyebrow, Yaz would have liked to think she had seen through the Doctor's charade, but she was blissfully ignorant.

"Okay. But don't take too long. And definitely done leave without me. Don't think I could ever forgive you if you did!" Yaz called out as she left the Tardis, bouncing towards the entrance to her flat, clambering up the stairs and leaving the Doctor alone. Or so she thought. With the doors closed, the Doctor spun a mirror around the console, seating it in place so that she could look into it. From the depths of the Tardis, another figure emerged, walking up behind her and clasping her one the shoulder.

"You're panicking. Don't panic. Just remember what we taught ya. Are you wearing the panties and bra we gave you?" Jenny asked, brushing the Doctor's hair into place and turning the blonde away from the mirror. Pulling the front of her top down just enough to reveal the lace fringes of her bra, Jenny clasped her on the shoulders, trying her best to calm her, "You shouldn't be nervous. You and her, alone in her house. She's probably thinking the exact same thing that you are. Just take it slow, drop some hints… And if it isn't working, wait till she goes to the loo, strip naked and bend over the couch. If she freaks out, then politely excuse yourself. If not, then you're in… Okay?"

"Okay… Erm… No never mind. It'll be fine. Just seducing someone. Same as before, only I've got tits now… Yeah, that's all that's changed… You'll be fine here?" the Doctor asked as Jenny smirked, striding over to one of the nearby seats and sliding down into it.

"I'll manage. Might swing by that pool of yours. Think I saw something of interest in there. Don't worry. I've been watching the pair of you. She's practically gagging for it. Wait for the right moment, plant a hand on her thigh and lean in for a snog. She'll have her legs around your neck before you know it. Now go on. She's waiting for you," Jenny urged, pushing the Doctor towards the door. Thrusting her outside, Jenny closed the Tardis door, pinning her body up against it to stop the Doctor from getting back in. Patting down her jacket, the Doctor glanced up at the flat and smiled. She could do this. Of course, she could.

Making her way up the stairs, she wound her way into the hallway of Yaz's house, finding the door open and waiting for her. Politely closing it behind her, she tentatively inched forwards, glancing into the rooms either side of her. As she peered into the first room, her eyes widened, as laid out on the bed in an incredibly neat way was a set of silky, lacy lingerie, perfectly pressed and ironed, waiting to be put on. Rather idiotically, the Doctor made the immediate assumption that this must be either Yaz's sister's room or in fact her parent's room, making the foolish leap in logic that her parents still had posters on their walls and a police uniform hanging in the closet. Closing that door, the Doctor made her way into the living room, smiling as she saw Yaz stretching up to a cupboard, the hem of her shirt lifting just enough to flaunt her lower back. Luckily, her tight-fitting jeans had slipped an inch, revealing her floral panties and the hints of her ass crack. However, before the Doctor could get to enthralled with the sight, Yaz clasped the mugs from where she was reaching and turned back around, "Ah, you made it. Was beginning to think you had gotten lost. Wandered into the wrong house or something."

"No, not at all. Could never forget that this is your house. Etched in my mind. Yaz's house. This is Yaz's house. Wouldn't want to forget it," The Doctor stammered, adhering to her usual means of dealing with an awkward situation and simply talking to fill the gap; over-talking if anything.

"Yeah. How do you take your tea?" Yaz asked, as the kettle popped, and she poured two mugs of tea, letting the tea-bag steep for several moments as the blonde woman slid down into the seat at the kitchen table and paused for a moment. She wasn't quite sure how she liked her tea. It had never crossed her mind. As she twisted herself down a detour of thought, she quickly snapped out of it, remembering that Vastra had specifically taught her that she should ignore her urges to indulge those kinds of thoughts. The Silurian had managed to figure out that the Doctor was one for delving into tangents and she quickly iterated that the blonde should avoid doing so and simply keep her eye on the prize; Yaz's deliciously tight little pussy.

"Erm… Just with milk I suppose," the Doctor said, simply guessing as to how she would enjoy it. Nodding, Yaz began to work over the two mugs, pouring in milk and making up two portions. Grasping the mugs, she walked over to the Doctor, stopping in front of her and making a gesture with her head. The Doctor leant forwards to grab the mug, but Yaz pulled it out of her reach.

"I thought we could sit at the sofa. More comfortable. Closer. Less formal than the table," Yaz smiled, her words hiding a pounding chest and panicked thoughts. Looking up at her, the Doctor nodded, sliding out of the seat and following Yaz over to the sofa. Sitting at one end of it, the Doctor watched the Indian girl set down her mug beside her, all before taking a seat of her own, only Yaz didn't sit at the opposite end of the sofa or on a different chair entirely. Instead, she sat right in the middle of the sofa, close enough to the Doctor that they were within touching distance, yet far enough away that she felt she wasn't making an imposition. Though, in all honesty, Yaz could have yanked down the Doctor's trousers, shoved and fist up her pussy and the blonde would have been none the wiser to her intentions. After all, Yaz made no secret of her infantilization with the Time-Lord. In fact, it was rather obvious how the two felt about one another yet were both so socially inept that they neglected to pick up on any of the hints. The fact that Yaz was sitting so close to her didn't register in the Doctor's mind as of any note. She was far to busy sipping on her mug of tea, relishing the fact that she had now discovered how she liked to have it, "You know it's actually quite nice that you thought we should do this. Everything's always so hectic in the Tardis. It's actually quite nice to just sit down; me and you. Alone."
"Yeah. That was my thinking exactly… We never have a coffee break and we always need a coffee break. Love a coffee break. I should probably by a kettle for the Tardis. Might take a while to find a plug that works," the Doctor rambled, once again having to remind herself of what Vastra had taught her and reaffirm why she was there. Instead of slouching by the side of the sofa, she sat up and turned to face Yaz, the young girl smirking.

"Well, we could always come back here for coffee breaks. You'd be able to get us here around a time when my family isn't home. It could just be us," Yaz smiled, hiding her lip behind the rim of her mug and gently sipping at her tea. Yaz wasn't exactly a flirtatious person and the idea of being seductive was heavily lost upon her. Yet she saw no better opportunity than this to express how she felt to the Doctor. Alone and with plenty time to spare.

"Yeah. I'm sure Ryan and Graham would be up for that," The Doctor said, rather missing to point of the two of them being alone. Realising as soon as she said it, the Doctor began to force herself to contemplate what she was saying before she said it, instead of realising the implication after the fact.

"I'd rather hoped it could be just us. But… Well… Actually… Doctor. Could I… I'm… I was kind of hoping that I could talk to you about something… something, personal. It's just… We've been travelling together for a month now and things have gotten… Well, you're my friend. And…" Yaz stammered, reaching to the opposite side of the sofa and setting down her cup of tea before turning back towards the Doctor. The blonde recognised those words. That kind of sentence. They were the suggestions that Vastra made on how the Doctor could best approach the idea of being intimate. Still not drawing the connection that perhaps Yaz was trying to tell her something, the Doctor instead played catch up and planted her hand on Yaz's leg, gently rubbing it. Surprised by the move, Yaz glanced down at her hand, breathing heavily at even the slightest touch from the woman, "Doctor… Your hand is on my leg?"
"So it is… Do you mind?" The Doctor asked rather clumsily, instantly blushing as she said it. Unable to properly take to the situation, the Doctor felt her collar burning up. She hated this. She was terrible at it. She didn't know how her previous incarnations did it. Then again, they most fell into the arms of sexually enticing people and were ultimately embroiled in sex without much effort. Having to actively pursue it was a change. And not one she was a big fan of in the end.

"No, not all… It's actually quite… Well… I wanted to. You're the best person I've ever met, Doctor. You're absolutely mad and brilliant and utterly captivating… Every moment has been utterly… bonkers. And well… I don't really know how to say it… but…" Yaz stammered, letting her heart speak as the Doctor slowly began to clue in. She could feel the passion in the young girl's words, felt the mirrored by her own feelings. Smiling as Yaz put words to the sensations she was feeling inside, the Doctor ultimately took the biggest step forwards, boldly leaping into a new world of intense intimacy, all upon the subtle words of the young Indian girl. It very well could mean that she had misread the signals, but the Doctor found little else in that moment to cling onto. Boldly, the Doctor took Vastra and Jenny's advice to heart. Her hand was on Yaz's leg, the next step was the kiss her. And if that failed, bend over the sofa naked or something. Lunging forwards, the Doctor planted her lips firmly on Yaz's the two of them kissing rather intimately. The Doctor let her eyes roll closed, savouring and relishing the first kiss between them, whilst Yaz kept her eyes open, mostly out of pure shock from the fact that the Doctor had completely undercut her entire speech by simply kissing her. The embrace lasted a couple more moments before the Doctor pulled away, opening her eyes to see Yaz's astounded face, her lips still puckered despite the kiss having long since ended. Seeing the look of shock, the Doctor panicked, worried that she had jumped the gun somewhat.

"Oh… Was that… Did I read too much into that, or was this what you hand in mind? Sorry… Kinda new to the whole… thing," The Doctor stammered, not moving, remaining frozen in place as Yaz relaxed and licked her lips, her heart racing as she stared at the gorgeous blonde. Whilst it was hardly the romantic beginning to their fruitful relationship that she was hoping for, it damn well got the job done.

"This was… Well… More or less what I had in mind…" Yaz breathed, staring at the Doctor as the two of them sat there nervously, unsure as to the best way to continue from her. Neither one wanted to be bold enough to suggest that they start to get even more intimate, despite both of them not caring about the usual reservations of society. They had spent enough time together that the idea of fucking each other was hardly a massive step forwards. It was both hot on their minds and whilst they didn't want to be crude, they both subtly knew where this was going. In the end, it was Yaz that allowed herself to be claimed by desire and asked, "So… Shall we?"

"Definitely," The Doctor moaned, watching as Yaz leapt at her. Both of them let themselves go entirely, abandoning their previous restraints and simply getting down and to it. Yaz rushed across the sofa and straddled the Doctor, clasping her cheeks in her hands and pulling her deep into a romantic kiss, the two of them winding deeper into the embrace, their tongues plunging into each other's lips and exploring their depths. Moaning into each-other's mouths, their allowed the sounds to be muffled by the other's lips, their hearts pounding against each-others. The Doctor grabbed Yaz's leather jacket, pulling it back over her shoulders and tossing it to one side. Their tongues and mouths continued to battle, the Doctor sitting upright and allowing Yaz to sit on her lap, their pussies burning with erotic desire, wanting nothing more than to be naked with one another. Yaz had been raised with conservative sensibilities, and whilst she had refrained from sex entirely, she made a deal with herself that she would only allow herself to fuck someone she truly loved. She didn't have to marry them; only love them. And the Doctor was the first. Moaning into her mouth, Yaz bounced her lips across the Doctor's tender, luscious lips, brushing her sleek blonde hair out of her eyes. Slowly, their intimacy became less encompassing and the Indian girl began to giggle as she peeled away the Doctor's jacket, her breath ragged and stunted as she pulled her lips away from the Doctor's, still holding her supple, taut cheeks in her hands. Smiling at one another, lust in their eyes, the ground to halt, knowing full well what was going to happen next.

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" Yaz asked, to which the Doctor nodded happily. Rolling off of her, Yaz offered the blonde her hand, lifting her onto her feet and leading her towards the bedroom. As she entered, Yaz panicked, seeing the black lacy lingerie she had laid out. Dropping the Doctor's hand, she lunged forwards and tossed it into her wardrobe, slamming it shut behind her, her cheek flushing red, "Ignore that. It was… It was something stupid. A stupid idea…"

"What? The lingerie? I thought it looked. Well, sexy… I don't think I like the word sexy… Attractive? It looked nice is the point. What's the problem with it?" The Doctor asked as Yaz slumped down onto the bed, sighing as the Doctor moved close to her, sliding right up next to her, clasping her hands in hers.

"It was… Well… Before we decided to have tea, I was planning to ask to come home. Just for a change of clothes. I was going to put it on and surprise you. It was how I was going to tell you I liked you… But I was stupid. I don't look half as good as I should in it. Frankly it was a waste of money," Yaz stuttered, showing her insecurity as the Doctor clasped her cheek and turned her head towards her. Stealing a quick and intimate kiss, the Doctor pulled back, smiling.

"I bet you look great in it. You should put it on and I'll prove that you look stunning in it," The Doctor said, abandoning her usual nervous flutter and acting rather compassionate, with romantic certainty. Breathing steadily, Yaz smirked, nodding. Wandering towards the wardrobe, she gathered the bra and panties, tucking them beneath her arm as she turned to the Doctor. Not entirely wanting the first time the Doctor saw her naked to be her changing, Yaz went to the door and disappeared outside, closing the it behind her and allowing the Doctor to unfasten her boot and discard the fiddly bits of her outfit, leaving only the trousers, top and underwear. Simple stuff that could be removed in a passionate haze, all without breaking the allure. Sitting there patiently, the Doctor fiddled with some of the stuff around Yaz's room, all before finally turning to the door as it opened, seeing Yaz in her skimpy little outfit, her body exposed more than she had ever seen before. Surprised at the simple sight of her, the Doctor rose up and onto her feet, ogling every curve that the young girl was showing off.

It was surprisingly difficult to enter the room in so little clothing. Yaz was by no means not confident, but when it came to sex, a brand-new world, she was a deer on ice. Slowly, she pulled her hands away from her front and stood proudly in the middle of the room, letting the Doctor ogle her. The young girl was quite lithe and pert, with her breasts being rather small little handfuls. They still had a rather deep cleavage, yet they hung perfectly on her body and had very little weight and fullness to them. It was her hips and ass that truly caught the eye, with her waist being pinched and perfectly thin, rolling round into a juicy heart-shaped ass. Her thinner frame meant that her bum was hardly the fattest in the world, yet it was delightfully well formed, without a hint of sag. In her inexperienced, she had unwittingly chosen a set of lingerie a size too small, resulting in the fabric hugging her curves exceptionally tight. The bra made her breasts seem all the larger, and unbeknownst to the Doctor, her panties were so tight-fitting that they had slipped between her ass cheeks, framing them in such a way that made her ass look all the more divine. It was hardly the most intricate set of underwear the Doctor had ever seen -after all, she had perused Madame Vastra's vast collection of undergarments- but the simplicity of it all made Yaz look unbearably hot. So much so, that the Doctor didn't let words do the talking and instead spoke with her lips, pushing Yaz back into her was thrust against the wall. Breathless, the young girl allowed her lips to be captured by the Doctor's, pulling her into a soft and delicate kiss, igniting the fires of passion in her heart.

Grabbing the bottom of the Doctor's top, she pulled it up and over her head, throwing it to one side and revealing the fiery red bra that held the Doctor's creamy breasts. Not missing a single kiss, even as the clothing interrupted them, Yaz was hell-bent on stripping the Doctor down to an identical state to her. Pushing the Doctor back towards the bed, Yaz pushed her down onto the soft surface, sliding down onto her knees and unhooking the Doctor's trousers. Peeling them down and along her long, slim, slender legs, Yaz threw them to one side, lunging her lips forwards and pressing them against the Doctor's legs, trailing them up towards her thighs, all before planting a single kiss on the Doctor's matching red panties. Crawling up and along the Doctor, she straddled her, taking one last kiss from the woman's lips, pulling her deep into orgasmic bliss, their pussies tingling and dripping with arousal. A virgin, Yaz wasn't aware that the sweet taste on her lips was that of the Doctor's pussy, her juices having seeped through the fabric of her panties, creating a wet spot. Their breast pressed up against each other's, the Doctor's slightly bigger tits smothering Yaz's through her bra, the two of their bodies writhing in passionate pleasure together. Breathless, they pulled apart, their hands resting on each other's bodies, their hesitancy and nerves no longer holding them back, "Doctor… I've never had sex before… I don't really… Really know what to do…"
"Allow me then," The Doctor smiled, giddy at the fact that she was the more experienced lesbian in the room; the first time that had ever been the case. Flipping Yaz onto her back, the Doctor smothered her lips with kisses, reaching beneath the young girl and unclasping her bra. It seemed a shame to so readily remove the young girl's delicious outfit, yet the Doctor crave a far more sumptuous sight than a lace bra. Trailing her kisses down the young girl's neck, the Doctor waited until she was eye-to-eye with the woman's chest before pulling away her bra and revealing her supple young breasts. In awe, the Doctor gently squeezed them, playing with the tender mounds, her fingers running across the young girl's dark chocolaty nipples. She hadn't seen nipples like these since Martha. Rubbing back and forth, she gently got a rise out the sensitive nubs, bringing them slowly to an erect form. Moaning delicately at the subtle pleasure, Yaz couldn't have prepared for the sensation of the Doctor's lips wrapped around her nipples. Pressing her lips up against the young girl's teats, she clasped them around one of the dark-skinned nubs, curling her tongue around the sensitive point of flesh, flicking back and forth, tickling her tongue back and forth, all the while squeezing and massaging her tits. Gasping, Yaz arched her back, being introduced to the fruitful world that was sexual pleasure, through the simplest and least pleasurable of all the bodily delights. The way the Doctor's tongue darted back and forth, the blonde gently and occasionally biting the hardened nipples, adding a unique contrast. Pulling away from one of her nipples, the Doctor used her thumb to smear her spittle across the young girl's soft skin, making her breasts glimmer a little in the light. Crossing to the opposite breast, she did the exact same, lavishing the girl's sensitive tit with as much tongue action as possible, relishing the taste of the young girl's bud, knowing full well that the true deliciousness of Yaz's body was yet to come.

Pulling away from her breasts entirely, the Doctor left one last kiss atop each of her breasts, all before laying her lips down her cleavage, winding them along her taut, toned, athletic stomach, sliding all the way down so that she was face to face with the girl's sumptuous pussy, hidden away behind the silky satin lace of a black pair of panties. The Doctor had gotten so used to the faint aroma of sweet pussy with Vastra and Jenny that she didn't even need to peel the girl's panties away to taste her on the air. Hooking her fingers inside the panties, she slowly pulled them downwards, bombarding Yaz's stomach with kisses as she worked her underwear down and over her feet, tossing it to one side and laying the young girl completely naked upon the bed. Pulling back, the Doctor spread Yaz's legs nice and wide, revealing her pussy. The young Indian may have been a virgin, but she certainly kept herself as if she was expecting company. Her pussy was completely shaven aside from a single trail of hair that led up from her clit, a landing strip for a cock that would never come given her preference for sexual partners. Her pussy was already slick and glistening, waiting for the silky graces of the Doctor's tongue to dart up and across her folds. It hadn't been that long since the Doctor had been thrust between Jenny's thighs, but it let like it had been an age since the Doctor had been presented with a good and proper pussy. She craved it more than anything. She could feel her own panties clinging to her wet pussy, properly pressing up against her folds and lining her cunt as if she was naked.

Waiting with bated breath to have her first sexual encounter, Yaz couldn't have envisioned the pleasure that was to come. Pressing her lips softly against Yaz's cunt, the Doctor felt her juices instantly coat her lips, glazing them to a glossy shimmer. Licking them clean, she let out a deep groan of satisfaction, savouring the taste as it bounced across her tongue, her body singing and humming with pleasure. Unable to deny herself the indulgence, she leant in once more and slipped her tongue along the centre slit of Yaz's pussy, opening her folds up with one slick swift push. The moan that came from Yaz drove the Doctor insane, her tongue then darting from fold of flesh to fold, carving and slipping along each crevice, working steadily amongst her slit, peeling her more and more apart. Exploring every nook and cranny, the Doctor fluttered over the young girl's entrance, occasionally slipping around the hole, but never dipping inside. The pleasure haze that she was in rendered her rather lust-drunk, but she did her best to recall each and every lesson Vastra told her. Whilst hungry animalistic fervour was welcome and incredibly sexy, it was to be tempered with restrain. It was all well and good, but the only way to make it truly pleasurable was to stand it in contrast with simpler and more supple pleasures. Working her tongue back and forth, she tended as best she could to the woman's pussy, not exactly being an expert in the matter, but rather an enthusiastic amateur. None of that mattered as the simplest way that Yaz could find to describe the current level of pleasure washing over her body was as if she were in heaven. It was quite spectacular and well worth the long wait and extended abstinence.

Her pussy was sensitive to even the slightest glimmering touch. She recalled the many times she had played with herself, but even the most erotic nights of lonely pleasure couldn't compare to the sheer blissful pleasure that the Doctor's tongue was able to instil in her body. It shuddered through every facet of her being, deepening her breathing, setting her mind in a deep rut of intense pleasure. The moans that came from her lips were intermittent with her mouth falling completely silent, the young girl unable to force even the slightest sound out from between her lips, her body in such a deep sense of pleasure that she couldn't even moan. Arching her back, she tentatively rested a hand against the Doctor's head, brushing her hair out of her eyes so as the two could look at each other. Nothing but deep and lustful passion was shared between them in that look, their bodies tingling with romantic intensity. Then the Doctor did something that would shake the foundations of the building; she found the Indian girl's clitoris. Working her folds away from the sensitive bead, the Doctor was able to flick her tongue up and against the tender hive of nerves, the pleasure peaking in the Yaz's body. Gasping, she felt her orgasm twist tighter in her stomach, swirling around on itself and proving to be a proper unwieldly beast. It took a great amount of restraint to not cum there and then, but Yaz deluded herself into the mindset that as soon as she came, this would all be over. Little did she know, that the pleasure would never be over; not as long as she and the Doctor were together. If she wanted an orgasm in the future, all she had to do was ask and the Doctor would happily devour her cunt like a hungry little slut. There was much to be experienced, and it certainly wouldn't end with a simple orgasm in the middle of a blissful engagement of pure lustful pleasure. After all, the Doctor needed a turn being tended to, something that Yaz was a little afraid off, considering her lack of experience in licking pussy. She didn't even know if she'd like it. Not that that mattered. Yaz would have happily drown in the Doctor's juices if it meant the blonde woman was afforded even a simplistic moment of orgasmic, pleasurable bliss.

However, the pleasure for the young girl was hardly over as the Doctor's tongue glided down to her entrance, nestling right up against her hole. With one swift and steady plunge, the Doctor pushed her tongue deep into Yaz's pussy, sliding it as far as she possibly could, her lips nestling right up against the woman's folds. Her nose was thrust against the Indian's clit, affording her some morsel of pleasure from the grinding pleasure. However, the majority of the pleasure was derived from being filled with the Doctor's tongue. Naturally, it was hardly the filling sensation that a cock could provide, but the warmth and manoeuvrability allowed for some of the purest and most indulgent pleasurable imaginable. Not to mention, the shifting of the Doctor's pointed chin between her folds added for yet another level of satisfaction that Yaz could never have envisioned. It wasn't enough to force her over the edge and into an orgasm, yet what was were the Doctor's fingers. Slipping down towards her slit, the Doctor angled two digits towards Yaz's entrance, easing them forwards and into her, plunging them right up to the knuckle, making sure they were nice and deep inside her. Holding off for as long as possible, Yaz found herself right on the edge of orgasm, clinging to it tightly, waiting for that sharp burst in pleasure to send her over the edge. Much to her surprise, it was something as simple as the Doctor curling her fingers, twisting them in such a way that they slightly grazed against her undiscovered g-spot, sending a burst of orgasmic pleasure through her body and releasing a built-up tidal wave of sensual pleasure over her body; one that would remain unmatched by even the most intense orgasms she had experienced on her own. If she had learnt one thing, it was that she was never going to cum alone again.

Squealing with delight, Yaz felt her pussy tighten and clench, seizing the Doctor's tongue and pinning it in place, keeping it thrust deep within her. Moaning loudly, the Doctor savoured the sensation and revelled in Yaz's orgasm. It was something beautiful; the way her lips fell apart, her eyes rolling closed as her chest rose and fell. The way she instinctively clasped her right nipple, lightly pinching it between her thumb and fore-finger as her stomach twitched and spasmed. Everything about it was beautiful and simply a joy to watch. The Doctor could have watched the young girl cumming for hours and would undoubtedly have many opportunities to make such a fantasy a complete unbridled reality. Yaz never thought that orgasms could be more powerful depending on the circumstances, yet this one completely knocked everything out of the park. Everything disappeared, and she focussed on herself and the Doctor. She didn't care where she was, what time it was, or even what year it was. All that mattered to her was the pleasure in her body, the heat from the Doctor's mouth and the complete myriad of sensations that were flooding across her body. Slowly, her orgasm began to subside, her body relaxing and the pleasure tapering down. The Doctor freed her tongue but continued to lavish the girl's pussy with her fingers, working her through her orgasm and driving her through more pleasure, right up until the point where she was completely satisfied. Sliding up onto the bed, the Doctor laid beside her and drew her into a kiss, sharing the taste of Yaz with the Indian girl herself, the young girl moaning at sweetness. Their tongues battled as they groped and pulled at each other's bodies. Yaz took the opportunity to unclasp the Doctor's bra, unleashing her somewhat larger breasts, sneaking a quick squeeze and fondle before their lips drew away and Yaz was expected to return the favour. Knowing her weakness was her inexperience, Yaz had a trick up her sleeve that would undoubtedly reduce the Doctor to shivers of pleasure, "My turn…"

Instead of moving straight to the Doctor's pussy, Yaz instead rolled over to her bedside table and rummaged around inside, plucking from the confines a long, eight-inch silver dildo, perfectly smooth and without any bumps or ridges; perfect not only for thrusting inside of someone, but for also toying with the folds surrounding someone's pussy. Smirking as she held in her hands, the Doctor grinned wildly; of all the things that she had learnt with Vastra and Jenny, they refused to allow her to thrust any dildo, strapon or cock inside of herself, the two knowing that such a pleasure had to be withheld for her first time with Yaz. It wouldn't do to have her looser than some of the Doctor's previous companions, especially considering this was her first foray into womanhood. Laying back on the bed, she allowed Yaz to lay on her front between those creamy thighs, the Doctor dutifully allowing her flaming red panties to be pulled and tossed away, Yaz making a special effort to throw it into the back of her room, behind her desk, hoping that the Doctor would forget about them and leave them as a token and remainder of this moment. Inhaling the salacious musk of the woman's pussy, Yaz was brought face to face with her first ever cunt. Leaning forwards, she gently ran her fingers through the folds, softly probing and toying with the Doctor's silky depths. She was surprised how familiar it all felt. She had explored her own pussy plenty of times to know just how to do the same with someone else's, yet she was rather surprised at just how similar it all felt. That wasn't do discount the alien nature of it being someone else. It just felt like her own. Perhaps that was a testament to how comfortable she felt with the Doctor, or perhaps it was simply the basic fundamentals of anatomy. Regardless, Yaz was eager and enthusiastic to get going, wanting to make the Doctor cum as hard and long as she did.

Leaning forwards with her tongue, she gently licked the length of her slit, sliding her tongue all the way along her folds and tasting the woman's delicate sweetness. It was a lot sweeter than her own and incredibly moreish, with the young Indian girl lapping and licking wildly at her folds, lavishing the blonde woman with her tongue. Peeling apart her folds, Yaz quickly found the woman's clit and lifted the tip of the dildo to it. Instead of thrusting it inside of her, she gently ran a couple circles around the clit, rubbing it back and forth and gently toying with it, all the while her tongue began to prepare the Doctor's entrance. Whilst Yaz hadn't ever had sex with a woman, she had most certainly fantasised about it, preparing in her mind all the various ways that she would pleasure the woman that she fell in love with. She became infatuated with pornography, learning what made women tick and exploring the anatomy of her favourite pornstars, all whilst revelling and enjoying her own sumptuous body. She of course had her favourites, but none of them could compare to the beauty of the Doctor; not even the redhead strumpet that she so often indulged with. Such a curious trajectory for a pornstar. From high-end model to filthy pornstar. Putting those thoughts aside, she mimicked the tongue movements that she had memorised, sliding around the woman's entrance, preparing her for that initial thrust of the dildo. Savouring the taste, Yaz was in the same boat as the Doctor, in the sense that they would both happily submerge themselves in fountains of the other's slick arousal, both of them simply adoring the taste of one another. Becoming somewhat distracted by the Doctor's slickness, Yaz barely noticed how slick and sloppy her own chin was getting, with a trickle of spittle even folding over her bottom lip. Licking it clean, she lowered the head of the dildo down to her lips and plunged it into her mouth, salivating across it and lubricating it to a glossy and delectable shimmer, perfectly poised to be plunged into the Doctor's awaiting cunt

Sliding It through the Doctor's folds, she nestled it up against her entrance, angling it perfectly. Lowering her lips to the woman's folds, Yaz used her tongue to glide around the dildo, lubricating it even more before sliding up to her clit, furiously licking it as she slowly eased the dildo forwards. She was surprised by the Doctor's tightness, yet after a little work, the dildo proved to be properly gliding through her folds, her slickness allowing for a deep and continuous thrust. Slowly pushing it in, Yaz watched the looks of pure pleasure on the Doctor's. Finally, she slipped that last inch or so inside, bottoming out inside the Doctor's pussy and eliciting a moan of satisfaction. The thoughts going through the Doctor's mind were quite unlike any other. She was in a completely unique position of pleasure, given that she had spent twelve other life-times savouring the pleasures of being a man, only now to discover that of being a woman. She began to understand her previous companions infatuations with the size of her former anatomy, as the only thing the Doctor could think was how she wanted more. She wanted more inside of herself, more cock, more thickness, more length. The sensations were intense and incredible, with her entire pussy humming with pleasure. Yaz grinned at the sight of the Doctor's face, then returning her tongue to woman's clit and vigorously working it across the sensitive bead. The added sensation drove the Doctor utterly mad, her mind flipping and swimming amidst a whole myriad of sensations. However, nothing could quite compare to that initial thrust, that first scraping of her depths, the delving into what was her most sensitive spots. Well, the only thing that could compare were the continuous thrusts of the dildo that were to follow, laying her pussy beneath a fruitful barrage of slick and sloppy slapping noise as Yaz's arousal drenched hand smacked against the Doctor's pussy, bringing the dildo back and forth with it. Whilst size was on the Doctor's mind, it wasn't for long, as she was swiftly beginning to be satiated by the rather tawdry and ineffectual size. Who would have thought, after all these years, the famous Doctor, known throughout all the galaxies and the entire universe to boot; who would have thought that in her first female incarnation she would turn out to be not only a filthy fucking slut, but a size-queen as well.

Slowly driving the dildo in and out of the Doctor's clutching pussy, Yaz was quick and eager to lap and lick at the torrent of arousal that streamed down and over her hand. Building a strong and purposeful rhythm, Yaz couldn't help but imagine having the dildo fastened to her in the form of a strapon. Had she known this would have been happening, she would have bought one as she had always fantasised about using one and found that they were far more personal and useful than a normal dildo. Dildos had their place, but the only way to make what was currently happening better was to add the ultimate intimacy of their crotches slamming together. It would have also removed the annoyance of the slipperiness, not that Yaz could complain that the Doctor was too aroused. Moaning as she fucked the blonde, Yaz continued to bathe in the satisfaction of the moans she was receiving, working across her clit with eager lips. Slowly, the Doctor's clit began to bulge and swell, rising amidst the pleasure and slowly protruding from within the nest of folds in which it lay. The slight engorged nature allowed Yaz to press her lips against it and playfully flick her tongue back and forth, submerging the bead in a haven of saliva and swirling flesh, adding to what was already a uniquely intense combination of pleasures. Throwing her head back, the Doctor found herself on the verge of orgasm, yet the swiftness with which she had been brought there rendered her lustful and full of desire. The satisfaction of one orgasm would hardly satiate her. The trouble with focussing on the sweet spots means that her orgasm would come swiftly, but without substance. It would satiate the pleasure, but not the carnal lust that she had to fuck Yaz. A longer more intimate approach was needed for an orgasm that would quench both. Whilst this was unfortunate, it was hardly a bad thing entirely as it meant that there was more pleasure and orgasms to come. For both of them if the Doctor had her way in deciding their next position.

The orgasm hit her and hit her hard, yet the Doctor, consumed by a moment of lust and passion, chose not to let it consume her. Instead, she lifted Yaz's chin away from her pussy, the two kissing as the Indian girl sat up, drawing the dildo out of the blonde's spasming, orgasming pussy. The taste of both their pussies mingled with one another, creating an even more sumptuous taste in both their mouths. However, the Doctor was busy moving Yaz into a new position. It took a little work, but eventually, the blonde had her twitching, quivering pussy thrust up against Yaz's. The young girl moaned as she felt the blonde's slickness up against her pussy, their heat emanating up against their folds, warming each other to the core. Yaz could feel the pulsating orgasm from the Doctor's pussy reverberating through her own in the most delightful way. Their lips fell apart, but their bodies remained close, clinging to one another. Scissoring, they kept their lips close together, their foreheads almost touching as the two began to grind and thrust against each other. The Doctor became thankful for the bristles of hair above Yaz's pussy as they added a new sublime dimension to it all, allowing for additional pleasure to be added to what was already proving to be orgasmic. Their bodies were a little hunched over, but the slick grinding pleasure more than made up for it, with their folds intertwining, slotting in together and creating the perfect pocket of flesh. Their juices and arousal smeared across each other's thighs and they bumped and thrust themselves up against each other. It took a little getting used to, but soon enough, Yaz met the Doctor's grinding hips with her own movements, circling her pussy against the Doctor's forwards thrusts, creating a rhythm and cycle that made them moan in unison. Occasionally, they would lunge forwards and allow their lips to meet, pulling themselves forwards and into a romantic kiss, the passion, lust and desire lingering upon both their tongues.

The Doctor began to feel a driving passion in her loins. Taken control of the situation, she began to move of her own volition, making decisive and purposeful movements. Pushing Yaz back onto the bed, the Doctor let their pussies abandon one another for the briefest of moments. Completely at the blonde's mercy, Yaz felt the Doctor lift one of her dark-skinned legs upwards, the woman slotting her pussy downwards and snugly back into place. Holding her leg close, the Doctor pinned the young girl's leg between her breasts, using it as the anchor upon which she ground downwards, dragging her pussy back and forth across Yaz's. The new position allowed for a new depth and new force to be applied, with their pussies no longer sliding parallel with one another. Yaz simply threw her head back and enjoyed the sight of the Doctor's delightfully formed body grinding and writhing back and forth atop her, pushing her pulsating pussy downwards and into hers, a second orgasm already blossoming in both their bodies. It was intensity like no other, with the two letting their moans be heard loudly and proudly. Had Yaz's family come home and heard the noises coming from her bedroom, they would know exactly what was happening and Yaz was certain she wouldn't care. She would only care if they came between her and the delicious looming orgasm that was nearing closer and closer. The look in the Doctor's eyes was pure certainty and drive. She was being fuelled by the desire for that orgasm, just the same as Yaz. The thin glimmer of sweat that was now glimmering across her body was a testament to how much effort she was putting in to getting this next sublime orgasm. However, despite the sultry sexiness of the position, it was clear to both of them that they needed a more powerful and vigorous end. Neither one really knew how they were going to get it, but nothing seemed better than a firm and powerful fingering.

Rolling away, the two clambered onto their knees, kneeling face to face with one another. Their lips collided with each other as their hands plunged down between the other's thighs. Rubbing each other's pussies, the two of them kept the intensity and matched the vigour that the other person provided, always trying to one-up the other as they snogged, not caring as they moaned inelegantly into the other's mouths. The movement between their thighs and the mere presence of the other woman was enough to bring them both to their climax, their bodies exploding into orgasm, pleasure crashing down upon their bodies. Not daring to stop, they continued to plunge and slide their fingers through the other's pussy, rubbing vigorously right up until the last morsel of pleasure was milked out of them. The moans and squeals of intense orgasms filled the room and apartment until finally, their bodies couldn't take any more and they pulled their dripping wet fingers away from their designated pussy and fell backwards, collapsing onto the bed, breathless and glimmering with a thin layer of sweat. Breathing heavily, their chests rose and fell, slick with saliva and arousal, their bodies a mess of sex. Slowly, they began to regain their senses and sit up, the two of them grinning as the lusty haze melted away and they began to think clearly. Yaz moved across the bed and wrapped her arms around the Doctor, pulling her into a deep and meaningful kiss, the two not caring about their sticky bodies. They pulled each other close, simply laying there a while as their tongues battled for playful dominance, always darting back and forth, shifting around the other's mouth with eager delight. Pulling away, Yaz smirked as the Doctor sighed and reclined into the bed, "Don't get too comfortable. My dad will be home soon, and I doubt he'll take too kindly to the sight of us two in here. He'd have an aneurism at the sight of me naked; his head would explode at the idea of me having sex; and he'd go batty as soon as he realised that I was a lesbian. Which is a shame. I could get use to just laying here with you…"
"There are beds in the Tardis? You'd have to get dressed mind you," The Doctor suggested, a smile stretching across Yaz's face. The young girl leapt out of the bed and began to pull on her clothes, slipping her black bra and undies back on, pulling them into place as the blonde woman began to search around her for her underwear. Whilst a part of Yaz wanted to keep the red panties for herself, she quickly smiled as she realised what giving them back meant.

"I don't mind getting dressed. Just means I get to take it all off you again," Yaz giggled as she pulled her top on and slipped out of the room and into her apartment, grabbing their jackets just as the Doctor pulled on her bra. The blonde couldn't help but grin at Yaz's sheer interest and enthusiasm. She had worried that Yaz wouldn't be entirely up for the idea of a lesbian exploration throughout time and space, yet the Doctor lucked out in finding someone with the same lust and desire as her. A partner in crime. A companion.

Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoyed that. I wish to say that it is always a particular joy of mine to put together this little Christmas treat of sorts. And it is more joyous this year as I've had several commissions and sponsors over the year, from kind folk who wished to help me out. And so, this helps as a little bonus thank-you for all those good people. This is dedicated to you folks for keeping me afloat.

I'm going to be putting this message at the end of every final upload for this year, so if you've read it before, give it a skip to the very end of it to read the tease for the next chapter. Same words, same stuff. I just want to talk about the future and what will be happening in the next year. Plans and the such.

So, going into the new year, I have a few goals. Finish Sensations of Shemales: Items of Aphrodomina. That is top of the list, because I want to get onto the sequel. Shouldn't be too difficult but bear in mind I have quite a busy year aside from fanfiction, so any time I do get to do this will be devoted primarily to SoS.

Secondary stories will be primarily the same, with some stories being occasional uploads whenever I feel like it. If the story is listed as 'completed' I will not be returning to it. I will be actively trying to update 'Clara Oswald: The Impossible Arse' 'Amy Pond: The Slut Who Waited' 'Game of Moans: Weekly One-Shots' 'Hunger Games: A More Sexual Story'. These will be the main focus aside from SoS. These four stories are open to sponsorship. Essentially, if you are willing, you can pay £20 which will give me a bit of time to sit down and finish the latest chapter. It takes a fair while to get time to write these stories, which means most chapters sit half-finished for a month or so. Sponsors essentially pay for an hour of two so that I can finish them. Cheaper than commissions.

I will also try and be fairly balanced between stories. So, unless specifically sponsored, I will try and get each story updated, before I update one of the stories again. If that makes sense.

Commissions will be closed for a couple weeks and will re-open on the Monday the 14th. Usual rates will apply, if interested, shoot me a message either here or on Tumblr. Tumblr would be preferable. Same name as on here.

Speaking of Tumblr, I will be keeping all my current stories on there, but will be looking elsewhere to continue writing. I despise what Tumblr has done to the NSFW community and don't feel right continuing to post there. I will still check messages on Tumblr however, so if that is how you choose to get in touch, I'll still respond.

Apart from that, Merry Christmas, go get absolutely sloshed and have a drink on me. Do the same on New Year's. If you don't remember a thing, you've done it right. All the best, and I will see you all soon!