Summary: Amiya has a problem. A really hard problem. She's hoping the Doctor can fix it.
Throbbing. Amiya's crotch was positively throbbing. Every step she took sent a jolt up her body—the soft fabric of her panties rubbing against her was driving her crazy. She felt precum drip against her now partially soaked underwear as she stumbled towards the Doctor's office.
There was never a problem the Doctor couldn't solve, and this was no exception.
She wasn't just turned on right now. No, that would be an understatement. Amiya's erection was so hard, she could barely walk straight, let alone think coherently. So the thought of how the Doctor would solve her problem never crossed her hazy mind. All she wanted was the burning sensation in her lower half to go away.
Her daily treatment must have been mixed with aphrodisiacs. That was the only plausible explanation. She was never like this—the innocent bunny was, well, innocent. Sure she had a massive cock—one many other Operators were jealous of—but that came with the perks of being who she was.
"D-Dokutah," she muttered weakly as she stumbled into her office without knocking. "H-Help me…"
The Doctor was all over Amiya in a matter of seconds. The unsurmountable stack of paper work could wait, Kal'tsit be damned. With a worried look in her eyes, the Doctor quickly brought Amiya to sit down at one of the many guest chairs, and examined her with haste.
"Your eyes are glazed over and your pupils are dilated," the Doctor noted with concern. "What happened?"
"I-I… need it," Amiya mumbled, shifting restlessly in her seat.
"Ah, I see now," the Doctor spotted the bump through Amiya's tights and skirt, and realized what sort of predicament she was in. But what could have reduced her to such a state? Her race didn't go through heat cycles. "How'd you end up like this?"
"I don't know!" Amiya sobbed. Her face was flushed red and her breathing was becoming more and more erratic. "My minds so… fuzzy," she whined, arms weakly reaching out to grab onto the Doctor.
"Easy there, Amiya," the Doctor steadied Amiya, gently pushing back her hands. There were three solutions to deal with Amiya's condition at the moment. One: Wait for the effects of the aphrodisiac to die down—unlikely considering Amiya's state. Besides, the Doctor couldn't bear to watch Amiya suffer any longer. Two: Head to the Medical Department to get an antidote, which opened a whole can of worms the Doctor would rather not deal with. Namely Kal'tsit asking why she needed the antidote and the implications it brought.
Third… The Doctor's hand subconsciously reached down. Her snatch was already quite wet, and seeing the disheveled state Amiya was in had her aroused if her light blush was of any indication. Ever since she woke up from her cryogenic sleep, she has been no stranger to helping relieve the Operators of Rhodes Island, male or female. You could say it's all she's done—it's gotten to the point where the Doctor's starting to believe her intelligence isn't the main reason she's here on this landship.
The Doctor presented Amiya with her options. It was no surprise she declined the first one.
"...I don't think… I can wait for… you to come back…" she panted, her small, slender hands moving on their own and unbuttoning her uniform. Which leaves the third option. "I can't… Dokutah…"
"Don't worry Amiya, I got you," the Doctor soothed, gently petting Amiya on the head.
"Mm…"
Heading towards her office doors, the Doctor locked them. Wouldn't want anyone stumbling in on them. It was already a habit for many of her Operators to barge into her office without knocking… for various reasons.
"Amiya, do you trust me?" the Doctor asked.
"With all my heart," came Amiya's instant response.
"Right. Then I need you to sit still and let me get to work," the Doctor ordered, unbuttoning her shirt. Her supple breasts sprung free and her upper half lay bare for all to see.
"O-Okay…"
"Let's see what we're working with." The Doctor slowly pulled down Amiya's skirt, revealing her cock. It sprung free, smacking her in the forehead. "Wow," the Doctor breathed out in awe. For such a small girl, Amiya sure was packing in size. Bulbous head, wide girth, and the length to split her in half, the Doctor was drooling at the thought of such a thing inside her. Her pussy was already dripping wet.
Giving the needy shaft a little peck on the tip, Amiya hip's immediately jerked up. "A-Ah~" Amiya let out a muffled cry, her hands smothering her mouth, embarrassed at the sounds she was making.
"Sensitive," the Doctor muttered. And the smell—the musky scent invading her senses was driving her mad with lust. She gave the head a lick, receiving a similar response, though the moan was a bit louder and more pronounced.
"Ah~" Another moan escaped Amiya's lips.
With her left hand, she wrapped her slender digits around Amiya's thick shaft. She stroked her cock gently. Up and down the Doctor's hands went, and up and down Amiya's chest heaved. Her mouth and tongue joined in tandem to tease her tip, never going too deep. The whimpers and mewls that left her mouth was like music to the Doctor's ears.
"Dokutah…" Amiya whimpered, her eyes wide and pleading with tears welling up inside them.
"Sorry, no more teasing." Adorable as she looked and sounded, the Doctor didn't have the heart to continue. Instead, in one fell swoop, she enveloped Amiya's cock with her mouth, bringing herself all the way down to base. Her throat was well trained and her gag reflex was almost non existent.
"Kyaaa~! Dokutah~~" Amiya cried out, her body seizing up. The way the Doctor's mouth worked was simply indescribable. Her whole body was at the Doctor's mercy. Bobbing up and down, it didn't take long for Amiya to climax—the Doctor's technique and skill was too much for the inexperienced Amiya to handle.
"Mmm~" the Doctor happily hummed as she felt Amiya shudder, shooting ropes of cum down her throat. She took it all. Every single last drop. Nothing was wasted.
"D-Dokutah…" Amiya whimpered, her hands clinging desperately onto the Doctor's hair. "I… I'm going… crazy… That was… That was amazing…!" Her legs went taught, her toes curling as her body was subjected to pleasure it's never felt before. "Ahhh~!"
Throughout it all, the Doctor was still sucking. Her tongue was still swirling around her sensitive head. She was milking Amiya dry, loving the sounds and expressions the leader of Rhodes Island made. The Doctor was relentless in her assault, not allowing Amiya a moment of rest.
"S…Sensitive…!" Amiya cried breathlessly, her body trembling. She was losing control, mind ravaged with ecstasy. Her legs subconsciously wrapped around the Doctor's neck, not wanting the moment to end, while her hips began thrusting into the Doctor's mouth. "D-Dokuta~! I… I can't…! Ngh, I… I'm…!"
The Doctor merely hummed in response, content at the reaction she was garnering out of Amiya and the cum being shot down her throat. When Amiya finally came back down to Terra, she was out of breath, panting like she'd run a marathon. Her cock, which was still enveloped in the Doctor's mouth, still hard as ever despite the massive loads it dumped and twitching in need.
With an audible plop, Amiya's cock left the Doctor's mouth. Like a proper slut, the Doctor made sure to open her mouth and show Amiya the pool of cum milked from her cock, before swallowing it all. "You could use more vitamins in your diet."
"H-Huh?" Amiya stared at the Doctor confused and with unfocused eyes. This was a side she never saw before. Of course she heard the rumors, but still, seeing the usually so stoic, genius commander and tactician of Rhodes Island on her knees like… like that, in person no less, was a different story.
"Nevermind," the Doctor giggled at Amiya's reaction. "It seems we're not quite done." She was of course referring to Amiya's erection—standing tall and still very much in need of taking care of. But by a different body part this time.
"Dokutah?" Amiya asked in confusion. And just like how her mouth dropped in confusion and disbelief, so too did the Doctor's clothes drop to the ground—with frightening speed to boot—revealing a flawless and perfect body that got her cock throbbing once again, and even harder than before. "You're not planning on…?"
The Doctor's slender hand wrapped gently around Amiya's pulsating shaft, stroking it slowly. A soft whimper escaped Amiya's lips, as she bucked her hips for more. "I am," the Doctor answered, her thumb tenderly rubbing the frenulum of Amiya's cock. "After all, my hands and mouth can only do so much. It seems more action is required to counter the dosage of aphrodisiacs you received."
"I-If it's what you think is best…" Amiya looked up with upturned eyes.
"I think this is the best course of action," the Doctor stated, a hand gently rubbing on the side of Amiya's ear. Straddling the girl, the Doctor positioned herself directly above Amiya's throbbing cock. She teased Amiya, rubbing the entrance of her soaking wet snatch against the tip of her bulbous head, eliciting a shudder, hip buck, and whimper from the girl. The Doctor grinned. "Ready?"
Amiya nodded. Moments later, the Doctor sank down on her cock. "Ah! Dokutah~~" Amiya cried out in pure, unadulterated pleasure. The wet walls of the Doctor's pussy squeezed around her shaft tightly, and Amiya dissolved into a sea of ecstasy. "I…! I feel so—Ahhh~"
"Good?" the Doctor asked as she sheathed Amiya's massive cock all the way inside her. It certainly felt amazing for the Doctor. The feeling of fullness and having her walls stretched by something so big and thick was simply sublime.
Amiya nodded, her face buried against the Doctor's collarbone and upper chest, muffling her moans. She could stay like this forever, the feeling of bliss coursing through her very soul, her cock getting massaged by the Doctor's otherworldly pussy.
"That's good to hear," the Doctor groaned out, face flushed, slightly out of breath. "Because we're just getting started."
That was Amiya's cue to wrap her arms tightly around the Doctor and bury her face deeper into her.
The Doctor started slow, grinding herself against Amiya, gyrating her hips in a circular motion. She felt Amiya's girthy cock stir her insides, stretching and pushing against her tight walls. "Fuck…" the Doctor moaned, one hand playing with her own breast, the other squeezing Amiya's. While not as large as her's, they were sensitive, especially her nipples, judging by the sudden bite against her chest. And they certainly had room to grow.
"Mmm!" Though purely accidental, Amiya's teeth connected with the Doctor's soft and sensitive upper breast, leaving a mark. In retaliation, the Amiya felt two hands lightly cup up against her small chest, before the squeezing and groping pursued, which caused her to suck in a breath before releasing the Doctor. "A-Ah…!"
While no stranger to being bitten during sex, the Doctor didn't expect Amiya of all people to do it. Usually, such a thing was reserved for the Lupos—they love to mark their territory, her, by leaving bite marks all over her. It didn't phase the Doctor though, as she continued to ride Amiya, her cries of pleasure continuously echoing around the room.
Soon, she went from moving her hips side to side, to moving them up and down. The Doctor brought herself up until the tip was barely inside her. She could feel Amiya's impatience and desperation as she thrust her hips upwards—she was close. "Easy there," the Doctor whispered into Amiya's ear, giving her lobe a teasing lick. Amiya shivered, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Thoughts about fixing Amiya's problem as fast as possible flew out the window, replaced by the thought of having fun teasing her instead. "You'll get it soon enough, along with a lot more."
Amiya could only wait in heated anticipation, the throbbing in her cock at an all time high. All she could think about was the Doctor and how good it felt being inside her. She needed to be inside her again. Otherwise, she might go crazy.
Fortunately, Amiya didn't have to wait long. "Dokutah!"
The Doctor quickly brought herself back down, enveloping Amiya's fat cock in its entirety. Unfortunately, just as quickly as the Doctor came down, so too did she go up, once again teasing the tip of Amiya's cock with her glistening entrance.
"P-Please…" Amiya begged, on the edge of the edge, the cusp of the cusp, of finishing. Yet the Doctor was a master at her craft. If she didn't want you to finish, you wouldn't. The Doctor would often get her Operators oh so close, to the point where they could taste release, but the satisfaction wouldn't come. Not unless she wanted it to.
The Doctor subjected Amiya to such fate, repeating the process over and over again. Sometimes she'd only go halfway, other times, the Doctor would sheathe herself completely, but not move. Sometimes slow, other times even slower, and occasionally fast—not enough to send Amiya over the edge, but enough to give her hope that she will.
"Dokutah… please…" Amiya pleaded with a sniffle as she felt the Doctor pull out for what felt like the umpteenth time. The heat in her stomach was raging. She was tantalizingly close, overcome with insatiable, burning desire. Her cock felt like it was about to explode; any more, and she will go crazy.
"Sorry about that," the Doctor apologized, rubbing Amiya's head. "I might have gotten a bit carried away."
Despite the Doctor's soft and tender flesh muffling Amiya's whimpers and moans, her whines and mewls, and all sorts of other delightful sounds that left her lips, they were still loud as ever and only increasing in volume and quantity. But the Doctor wanted more. She didn't want to just hear Amiya as she rode her to orgasm—she also wanted the expression Amiya made as her mind was overwhelmed with pleasure.
Freeing one hand from Amiya's breast, the Doctor gently grabbed Amiya's chin. She tiled Amiya's head up until they made eye contact, leading to quite the sight; very messy and disheveled hair, sweat glistening against her skin and body, a face that was flushed beyond red, slightly parted lips revealing a bit of drool, and glazed over eyes with tears on the edge that spoke of the incredible pleasure she was feeling. And edging she was experiencing.
"You look beautiful like this, Amiya," the Doctor commented, brushing a strand of hair aside, and gently caressing her cheek. But how much better will she look once she's cumming her brains out? Only one way to find out.
In one swift motion, the Doctor plunged down, impaling herself on Amiya's throbbing length. "F-Fuck! So big…!"
Amiya screamed and creamed, body jerking forward and her hands clawing at the Doctor's back. "Dokutah…! Ahh~ Finally~!"
Loads of thick, molten hot cum was shot deep inside the Doctor at such high speeds and volume that Amiya thought she was going to pass out. She painted the Doctor's inside white with her seed, unleashing spurt after spurt of endless cum. Hours of teasing amounted to this moment—her body and mind was overwhelmed with mind blowing pleasure.
And yet, the Doctor raised herself up once again, before slamming herself back down. Her plump ass smacked resoundingly against Amiya's thighs, her thick cock piercing deep inside her "Kyaa~~" Another scream escaped Amiya's lips as her nails dug deeper, drawing blood.
"Gods Amiya…" the Doctor moaned, the lust inside her rising higher and higher. As did her speed and intensity—the frequency of the Doctor slamming herself down increasing until a fast, rhythmic plapping sound could be heard.
"Kiyaaa~ Dokutah~~!" Amiya's face was in a perpetual 'O' shape, a string of continuous and never ending screams and cries of pleasure leaving her mouth. Her eyes were rolled up, streams of fluid continuously leaking from it and her mouth. How many orgasms has she experienced by now? Judging by her beautiful expression, dozens at the very least.
"Dokutah…! I…I-I can't… Ahhh~~ Take…! Nghh, much more…! My mind…!" Amiya's body spasmed and convulsed. Her legs were taught, toes curling, back was arched, and hips jerking as the rush of unimaginable pleasure kept coming and coming. "Ngh… Ahhh! Do~ku~tah~~~!"
Amiya kept cumming and cumming and cumming, filling the Doctor up nicely. Yet things weren't slowing down any time soon. After all, the Doctor's not stopping until she's satisfied. "Brace yourself, Amiya," the Doctor warned through ragged breaths. "I'm about to milk you for all you're worth."
Both of the Doctor's hands gripped tightly onto Amiya's delicate shoulders. The riding stopped. "Nnn… D-Dokutah…?" Amiya asked, dazed, body shaking and recovering. Her cock was free from the searing depths of the Doctor's soaking wet, cum filled pussy. "A-Ah~"
Amiya leaned back, using the brief respite to catch her breath and hopefully descend down from cloud nine. A shot of her white seed spurted out of her cock, reaching as high as the Doctor's face—an aftershock to the merciless ravaging she just received. Absent-mindedly, she wiped some drool off her face.
"If you thought things were intense before," the Doctor said, licking her lips like a hungry predator. It scared Amiya a bit. "Well, I'm about to take things to a whole new level.
Amiya shivered, not sure if her body, namely her sensitive cock—which came who knows how many times now—could take anymore. Her eyes fell, the Doctor's glistening lower half falling into view. Cum she pumped deep inside the Doctor dripped slowly out of her pussy. So beautiful and magnificent was the sight, yet so deadly, was the Doctor of Rhodes Island.
She closed her eyes and awaited her fate.
This came as a random idea mixed in with a request from someone. You could call it the sister fic of How to Fix a Zero Sanity Doctor, though instead of following the story, I'll just write more chapters like these of various Operators. Which means I'm not limited in my selection