Echoes of Yesterday

by Miguel16310

He never had any clue of who he was ever since he opened up his eyes, back at Chernobog where everything started. His relationship with W... was weird. Strange. But what was even weirder were the little flashbacks and flashes of past events occuring whenever they were intimate... should he feel guilty about it? was it a betrayal? and if so... to who? to Theresa... or to W?

Arknights.

One-shot.

Doctor x W/Theresa.

"Echoes of yesterday"

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-[Fragment 1: We had been... ]-

A small cup of coffee was lifted from the desktop, and then taken to his lips after having removed his mask just a little bit. The Doctor of Rhodes Island let out a sigh as his tired, grey gaze analyzed the newest documents that had just come into his office, nothing could be heard except for the small "Tic tac" from the clock hang in the wall. He couldn't help but sweat a little bit as it continued to drill his eardrums.

After being awake for so long and having gone through too much ever since he got pulled from that coffin back in Chernobog, sometimes he wished to be sent back into sleep... then again, even if his wish was granted, something that would never happen mind you, even then, in such case, he doubted he would ever be able to escape that damn "Tic-tac" nor her orange-colored eyes.

His fate had been sealed a long, long time ago.

"Bang~ you're dead, Doctah~"

W's sweet, yet eerie and unnerving voice invaded his ears as her arms surrounded his shoulders; he didn't need to turn around to know she had her creepy smile on her lips as her breasts pressed themselves on his back and her chin landed on his right shoulder. The Sarkaz couldn't help but laugh slightly, she could sense it; how tense and the slight fear oozing from Rhodes Island's commander was starting to turn her on, to the point her tail waved from one side to the other, oh, this newest, amnesiac version of him was so easy to tease.

A long sigh escaped his lips as his arm moved the mug he was holding; customized with multiple signatures and cheers from the operators of Rhodes, but the biggest detail was the small, reddish "Bang~" wrote in it, courtesy of the Sniper herself. The former Reunion lieutenant licked her lips slightly as her gloved hand reached for the mug, the smell of coffee invading her nose as she ended up drinking the rest of its contents. His relationship with W couldn't be more complicated... Ever since he woke up and was thrown into Terra, the moment their gazes met for the first time, he felt like prey. Even with the overpowered operators Rhodes Island had gathered since its Babel days...

Somehow, the Doctor felt that no matter where he went, no matter who was between the two, W would always, effortlessly reach out to grab his throat, give it a little squeeze and snap his neck, before shoving a grenade down his throat and throw his corpse into the closest river as a parting gift for Amiya and Kal'tsit.

Yes; ever since his grey eyes met W's for the first time, he felt hunted and followed. Even in his dreams she continued to appear, smiling and cackling as he ran in a fruitless effort to get away. The white-haired Sarkaz let the mug rest on the desk, before the woman's right hand went to his face, caressing his cheek while the left one continued to cuddle his chest. The tension and anxiety rose as she moved her head slightly, yes... W had been Reunion. But before that, she was also Babel, and now Rhodes.

"What are you reading?~ tell me, tell Wis'adel~ are you trying to regain your memories? shall I kill you now?~"

She asked, quickly turning around so they could see straight into each other's eyes. Her pupils quickly moved up and down, scanning his slightly scared face in search of the former commander of Babel so she could finally fulfill her promise. Indeed, their relationship was complicated: from what he could piece together with the bits of information he had heard... the only reason W joined Rhodes alongside Ines and Hoederer, was because of Theresa. Thus, she made a promise the day of her King's death: him and Theresis would die.

The man gulped down as the chair was spun in her direction so she could sit on him. A red tint spread across his face the moment he felt the weight of the Female Operator above him; clearly knowing what she was doing, Wis'adel started to move her hips and her ass on his hip, while her massive breasts pressed themselves against her lover's chest. There were multiple reasons as to why he was still breathing and she hadn't taken her opportunity to strike him down... the main one being three names: Ascalon and Logos being two of them. All of them had strict orders to kill her the moment she became a genuine threat to the Doctor's safety, or Rhodes Island's integrity.

Given to them by, the third name: Kal'tsit herself. W was and would be undoubtedly killed the moment a drop of his blood stained her knife, no matter how small it was. And she knew that.

"Hmmm~... perhaps not... I can't see any trace of him inside your eyes... horay, Doctah. W isn't going to kill you today, would you like to celebrate?~ Living is a wonderful thing, after all~"

The Mercenary continued, as she saw the reddish tone on his face turn even brighter. His heartbeat sped up; W's hands extended themselves to reach his hood, pulling it down to free his white hair, internally, even now as she was riding him on his chair, she compared everything with the man that had gotten her King killed. From his reactions, to the way his hands were sweating and his lip trembling. This Doctor, the commander and researcher of Rhodes Island... and THE Doctor, commander and researcher of Babel... they couldn't be more different. W inclined her body as she now caressed his face.

Oh, such a cute expression he was making, one wouldn't be able to tell his hands were covered in blood from all the enemies he had told countless operators to strike down in every corner of Terra.

"W... I'm... I'm trying to work..."

"And I'm trying to fuck, what a predicament we're stuck in... aren't we... Doctah?"

Her voice tone changed, from playful and maniacal to low and sensual. Her forehead stuck to his as her fingers continued to play with his manly features. Ever since their first meeting, he knew he was doomed. No matter where he went, nor where he was, he never stopped thinking about her. Every time she appeared on the battlefield since Chernobog, he smiled behind his mask unconsciously, like a natural reflex. His gaze fixed itself on her tongue, moving slowly across her beautiful, pink lips as she pressed her fat ass on his crotch, going up and down as if he was a horse of sorts.

When W joined re-joined Rhodes Island the moment Reunion finally fell, something changed in his daily life. He knew she was dangerous, and he could obviously feel her killing gaze and intent oozing from her skin every time she was part of the squad. W at first was seriously, truly barely holding back her urges to jump at him and ripping his chest open in retaliation for what his former self did to Theresa, for both her and his sake, he tried to distance himself from her... but it brought him more pain than her hate.

In time, she truly learned to accept the fact that whoever he had been yesterday, wasn't the same man she knew. They were two different people, entirely. Thus, she decided to give him a second chance, that's what her King would've wanted if she were still alive, after all, Theresa had a heart of gold. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months... and now there they were. This was their relationship nowadays.

"Oh... Doctah~... you're so, so cute~"

Their lips melted into a kiss at that very moment. The white-haired man tried to push her away, but to no effort. Wis'adel, instead, grabbed his hands by his wrists, and placed them on her bosom right as she felt his erection on her genitalia becoming even wilder. He couldn't escape, he truly couldn't, even if he knew inside his heart how all he needed to do was mutter "Help" for Ascalon and Logos to pop out of nowhere and restrain her, he couldn't bring himself to do so. W's tongue invaded his mouth, moving wildly around his own, ensuring he could get a very nice taste of her insides.

The Sarkaz's tail waved wildly out of sheer excitement and joy as his fingers closed themselves on her tits. Now it wasn't just his heart that was beating rapidly, but hers as well. The female moved her body up and down slightly, stabbing herself with the tent in the Doctor's pants, teasing him and her equally as he felt her hands cuddling his cheeks while she continued to violate and rape his mouth with her tongue. W wasn't behaving like a proper lady at all, she never did actually, but every time she invaded his office...

Sluuurp... sluuurp~

She proved to him why he was nothing but her pray. He wasn't her commander. He wasn't her leader. He wasn't her owner. He was both her lover... and target. A small moan escaped her lips as his still rock-hard cock rubbed itself against her womanhood, even if it was covered by her leggins and her pants, it was impossible for her to not get turned on. There was so much emotion and expressiveness, so much fear yet desire in this man's gaze, it was a strange contradiction for W. She studied him and analyzed him every single chance she could, waiting for the day he went back to being his old, true self... but instead, all she could see was a kind-hearted man who did his best for Terra, for Rhodes, trying to cure Oripathy.

And she hated how it made her heart fluster.

The kiss broke. Wis'adel looked straight into her Boyfriend's eyes and he did so as well. The Doctor couldn't help but take his hands down her back, caressing her big, fat and soft bubble-butt while a smirk started to slowly appear on her lips, her eyebrows went up and down, she couldn't help herself... he desired her, she desired him, they shouldn't be doing this, they really, really shouldn't be doing shit... but it was impossible to avoid. There was no doubt this bastard had long since lost his chastity by the time Babel was a thing...

But this "new" Doctor had been a virgin entirely, who had never tasted the pleasures of a woman... until she came along.

"W... please stop... we... we mustn't... not now atlea—"

"Call Logos and Ascalon then."

The Sarkaz spoke, as she slowly started to descend into the floor, kneeling in front of the chair. The Sniper turned her head around just a little bit towards the door to the office, not like she gave a fuck if they got catch while having sex, but it would be really troublesome... that, and she wanted to mess with him even more. Her heart begged for her to do so. So she hid herself under the desk, adjusting the chair so it was looking upfront like it should. W meditated for a brief moment, looking upwards straight at the Doctor's nervous expression, who was now accommodating his mask and hood back on.

Heh... she got an idea.

Rather than using her hands to free his member, she did something more... entertaining. Her mouth closed on his zipper, pulling it down slowly, her smile not fading away at any moment. The Doctor almost had a heart-attack as she saw the Sarkaz's happy face looking back at him. "Slap" it sounded as his genitalia collided at full strength with W's cheek, but despite it all, she welcomed it. That long, thick, horse-sized cock of his that made her pussy twitch with desire and her nipples harden... by the gods.

Now that's what a meal should look like.

"W... I—"

"Don't worry Doctah~... just let me—"

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"Take care of everything"

His mind snapped at that very moment, and suddenly he wasn't in his comfy, colorful office at Rhodes Island... rather, the Doctor took one of his hands to his own face, looking around. The place had changed considerably, not only it looked... "new" as if it had been recently built or been put together, but many things he remembered were completely absent. That's when a new voice seemed to pull him back to reality; he almost suffered a small heart-attack when he saw the pink eyes looking at him from under the table.

The pink-hair... the black, pointy horns and the soft, caring voice, he had only seen this woman briefly every time he went to sleep, or during small-interval headaches he got randomly during the day... yet... there she was, kneeling down in front of his manhood, gently cuddling it using her left palm; her smooth, silk-like skin sent shivers down his spine as a ticklish, pleasant feeling invaded the lower half of his body, making him want to hide in the depths of his mask and suit, but there was no escaping the peering gaze of that woman.

The one and only King of Sarkaz.

"Th... Theresa... ?"

It just couldn't be real. Feeling herself called by him, Theresa let out a small chuckle as she let his long, thick shaft rest against her cheek, moving her face up and down slowly and lovingly so his manhood could get a good taste of her face. Her heart seemed to beat with love and joy as she heard her name coming out of his mouth, ah... her beloved doctor. His heart was so filled with confusion, stress and joy, it weighted and hurt Theresa as well. This was something he desperately needed, may Kal'tsit and Amiya forgive her.

"It's ok, Doctor... relax and try to take a nap. I'll be here with you the entire time"

She spoke, right as her tongue came out, doing something that was so unbecoming and unfit for someone of her status. Theresa's cheeks were reddened, just like his: his breath stained the black tinted glass of his mask as her tongue started to descend down his manliness, coating it in her saliva as she carefully trailed one of his veins, the Doctor's manhood was quite thick and big, the Sarkaz king noted, as her body reacted accordingly with her feminine desires. As her tongue finally managed to reach the base of his dick.

This... is this... a memory?

That was the only explanation he could find. Yes indeed, this was a memory, and a very livid one at that. The white-haired man barely managed to contain another moan; biting his lower lip as Theresa's hands went into his pants, searching for his jewels. The Strategist of Babel felt like he could choke on his own saliva when he felt Theresa's fingers closing on his balls, dragging them outwards as she continuously shushed him, somehow it felt both motherly and lovingly at the same time, trying to ease him up.

Theresa's lips fell over and over again across the tip of his cock, going up and down, as she finally pulled both his balls out, letting them hang. Despite her being his partner in bed ever since she told him her feelings, no matter how many sessions they shared, it was never enough. Probably because even while he had been sleeping inside that sarcophagus, his body kept generating sperm. The poor thing...

"There's so much... stinky and hideous semen stored inside your balls, Doctor... I can smell it from here..."

Was she actually trying to kill him? his fingers trembled on the desk. A desperate "Theresa!" escaped him when he felt her mouth on his scrotum. The King of Sarkaz closed her eyelids, nodding at her mention as she slowly yet surely started to engulf both of his testicles inside her mouth, while both her hands squeezed and tightened their grip on his manliness. The doctor closed his eyelids as the tongue of the king of Sarkaz moved itself in between his testicles; Theresa's lips embraced and pulled his balls into her throat as her tongue danced around both of them, the rings on her fingers added an extra sensation to her masturbation, causing him to close and squeeze his fists.

She could hear it, his heavy breathing, the strength of his heart. Theresa got filled with joy as both her nipples and her clit got harder under her clothes, she meditated as she let go off his balls about her next course of action... yes. Perhaps just a simple blowjob wouldn't be enough to satisfy her beloved, so she started to free her breasts. The commander of Babel found himself struggling to breathe, even as the pinkette let go off his manliness for a brief moment, somehow, someway, he knew things were far from over.

"Doctor... oh, my poor, dear Doctor... you're so pent up, aren't you... ? I'm sorry, I promise you I'll take good care of you tonight"

What?

He thought, right as he felt how something soft yet warm pressed itself against his shaft from both sides. Then it clicked. The Doctor had barely been remembering bits and pieces of his past life ever since he woke up, his grey eyes were filled with disbelief and shock behind his mask at the sudden realization; Theresa and him... they... they actually were a thing? they, for real, were a thing many years ago? no— it couldn't be real, it just couldn't be. The Sarkaz King let out a sigh, her breath clashing against the tip of her beloved's cock as her fingers pressed themselves on her tits, squeezing him even harder.

His brain seemed to stop at that moment. So much warm, soft flesh enveloping him. He felt like he could drown. Theresa closed her eyelids as her mouth opened up, preparing herself to swallow and eat out the other half that her tits couldn't cover. Truly, her beloved Doctor was a stud with all its letters, she couldn't be prouder of the man she chose. Her tongue gently caressed under his tip, going around it three times to soft and prepare him, before her lips finally started to envelop and eat him up.

"Hmmm~... sluuurp... sluuurp~"

The grey-eyed man didn't knew how to feel nor how to react at that very moment. Right as he felt how Theresa's mouth ate his cock until she ended up in her cleavage, as her breasts pressed themselves together, going up and down, he couldn't help but think about W. He was just with her, they had been together, right here, right now, in this exact same situation. But what was the truth? was it right for him to be doing this with Theresa? or was it right for him to be doing it with Wis'Adel? he couldn't breathe.

Not as Theresa's throat started to tighten up around his shaft, while her sweat, massive breasts now went up and down in perfect synchrony, taking advantage of her sweat to provide him with way more pleasure than before. How should he feel? He felt guilty, but what exactly should he feel guilty for? for the fact that his mind had seemingly sent him back to an old memory, from a time he couldn't recall anything but echoes? or for the fact that he was betraying the woman he loved the most?

"G-gkh... The... Theresa... please... stop!"

He begged to no avail. The pink-eyed Sarkaz moved her head even faster, as she tried to breath through her nose, but it was outright impossible. Doctor's genitalia was way too big, pleasing him had never been an easy task, but as the King of Sarkaz, the founder of Babel, she was the only one fit to satiate both his longing, stressed and aching soul, and his monstruous libido. Her aching throat welcomed him with open arms as he went deeper and deeper, tightening up around him while her fingers struggled to grab her chest, her left boob pressed his cock against her right breast, moving even faster and faster.

She needed to finish him off quickly before her lungs also started to scream for air, the last thing they needed was for little Amiya to arrive right now, which was a real possibility considering the little Cautus always was seeking out the Doctor in search of his company. If they had more time, she would've allowed him to sleep on her thighs and maybe even give him some of her milk, but secrecy and time alone weren't easy to obtain at all in Babel, with the vast quantity of Operators they had under their banner.

Thus... she had to strike him down, now.

SLUUUUUUUURP CHUP CHUP CHUP~

His hands gripped onto the table while his breath continued to stain the glass of his mask. His eyes saw very clearly how drops of sweat started to fell from his skin, staining and dirtying it alongside the warm air. It felt so good, it felt so good yet it was so bad. Why right now, out of all the things he needed to remember, this one was the one his mind brought back? now, when he truly wanted to only think about W and helping advance the research on Oripathy, now, when he tried to recall his prior knowledge over and over again, all his brain could give him was...

A memory of a time that, maybe, should indeed be left buried.

Theresa was moving her head faster and faster, her knees ended up dragging her body even closer to the researcher's hip, now she was completely stuck to his manhood; but she decided to go even further. Her arms went after his hip, hugging him in order for his cock to reach as deep as it could go into her throat; a loud moan of frustration escaped his very soul.

That woman... she was driving him insane.

GULG GULG GULG GULG GULG~

Her muffled voice mixed up with the sounds of her saliva. Theresa was clearly struggling to take him in, even if her boobs, that were quite big, had eased up her burden by a considerable amount, there was still too much to swallow. They both could feel him starting to throb, as the tears started to come out of her eyes, staining her beautiful white, porcelain-like skin, but she didn't back down. She couldn't, nor wouldn't even if she had the choice. The one her heart beat for needed her, and so, she would do everything she could to ease his pain.

Even if what he needed the most right now was a dirty, nasty harlot worshipping him.

"A-agh! T-Theresa... "

He called out, feeling how the depth of her Sarkaz throat squeezed him even harder, the movement of her head became even wilder, more depraved. Theresa's tongue licked as her cheeks contracted themselves, in an effort to provide him with more pleasure, when her head pulled backwards, the tip of her tongue played and toyed with his urethra, to the point the doctor could've sworn she was trying to get in, Theresa's breasts moved even more faster, they were already stained completely by saliva and his own sweaty cock.

A part of him tried to resist, to fight back, to hold on to his urges and desires to empty himself in her Royal mouth, right as he heard W's laugh inside his head.

"Theresa... THERESA!"

He shouted, closing his eyes as he gritted his teeth. The pink-haired girl couldn't help but smile as her head went down one last time, chocking herself on his cock completely, fighting off the throatache, the tears and the lack of oxygen all so she could bring him pleasure. That seemed to do the trick; feeling his entire shaft being sheathed by the King's throat, unable to resist himself and maintain his faithfulness to W anymore. His voice came out loudly as his cum exploded; unloading himself right in the King of Sarkaz's mouth.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT~

Theresis' sister opened her teary eyes as she felt the sudden surge of cum flooding her mouth and cheeks. She felt just like a squirrel, desperately trying to swallow as the sperm continued to come out of Doctor's member, straight into her stomach. It got stuck to her throat, even as the sound of her swallowing continued to invade his ears, part of it couldn't be contained. Theresa got forced to pull away, closing her eyes as she let him continue to cum; three thick ropes of sticky, nasty sperm were shot on the Sarkaz's face, part of her hair... and her horns.

By the time he was truly done and his erection seemed to soften up enough for him to relax, he let his body fall on the back of the chair with a loud "Thud", it would've rolled back had it not been for Theresa's intervention, who rather than wiping out the semen staining her beautiful face, looked up at him. A constant panting coming of the white-haired man's lips, even through the black glass of his mask, her pink gaze hunted him down, smiling lovingly at him as a drop of his sperm descended through her nose.

Theresa's face was a mess, and it made him feel even worse.

What have I done... ?

He just came and defiled the face of the King of Sarkaz's, that's what he did. By the look of it, and going by her previous words of taking good care of him during the night, it seemed like indeed, they'd been having sex for a while. Theresa took one of her fingers to her nose, preventing the drop of sperm from falling onto the floor so she could take it into her mouth, giving it a lick. It would be a real problem for her to clean up her rings, but as long as her beloved Doctor was satisfied, it would be alright.

Come to think of it... she should tease him a little bit.

"So?... how was it, Doctor? are you happy? are you satisfied?... doctor... doctor... "

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"Hey, Doctah~"

W's voice snapped him back to reality, and suddenly, he was back at the present day. The Sniper Operator was in an even worse condition than the Theresa from his weird flashback/hallucination; but just like her, the pyromaniac lady was kneeling down in front of his chair, her red horns, her white hair, her face, Wis'Adel was covered in his smelly cum, licking it in brief intervals while calling out to him from under his desk, just as the Theresa from his flashback had done so, she seemingly gave him a combination of a deepthroat... and a paizuri.

The Mercenary squinted her eyelids slightly as she focused on his grey eyes behind that stupid fucking mask of his, for just a brief moment she could've sworn she was looking back at the Doctor of Babel, rather than the brain-dead amnesiac commander of Rhodes Island, so she truly was about to get up and shove her knife right through his neck... but it had been nothing. He looked at her with that puzzled, stupid shitty-ass gaze of his, completely confused. He had been moaning and mumbling crap under his breath for the entire duration of her oral intercourse.

Heck, now she desperately needed a shower in an effort to wash away the revolting smell of his cum. Heavens forbid, if the old Hag Kal'tsit or that brat Amiya found out what she had done, they would crucify her publicly and ask Ines herself to light her bonfire. And that was something W didn't wanted, no sir... but even so, she did wish for him to share his thoughts on her little gift.

"So?~ did you liked it, my little gift? this big guy you carry around really is something else~ I almost passed out, almost"

The albino spoke, before her hand went to her cheek to wipe away some of his cum and swallow it obediently. On the other hand, the Doctor meditated for a moment, trying to find it in himself to mutter something, what could he actually say? half of his brain was still trying to process the fact that he had been thrown into a memory, a way too realistic one for his own taste... and the other half was trying to come to terms with the fact that he actually, a long time ago, fucked the brains out of Theresa, founder of Babel, King of Sarkaz, and apparently, had been her significant other.

Even so... right now, in his present, what he needed the most was to focus on his wellbeing; and he knew W like the back of his hand by this point, to know not answering her would be a fatal mistake.

"I— y-yes... thank you, W, it's just... I'm a little shocked by your... boldness"

He replied, the female operator rose an eyebrow slightly after hearing him speak with such doubt present in his voice, but she let it slide. She stood up, pulling her grey shirt down and closing her jacket trying to hide away the fact that her tits were soaked in sperm and sweat, she needed to duck it out and return to her personal quarters to take a shower as soon as possible before resuming her duties as the Doc's personal assistant... if no operation came out today, then the rest of the morning and afternoon would go by easily. However...

She licked her own lips, searching for the remnants of his seed so she could consume it once again, as her star-shaped pupils focused on him. The Doctor tried to back away as W leaned towards him, her breasts bouncing inside her jacket as her still erect nipples pressed themselves against him, just like a Lion about to swallow a mouse, the Sniper's lips extended themselves more and more, in her classic, maniacal smile that seemed to terrify anyone around her. To this day, he couldn't really be sure if W was truly insane, or was it all a facade.

Both answers terrified him, as much as W herself did. Such was the contradiction of love; when you truly wished to dedicate your heart to someone else, nothing else mattered. Just you, and the person you loved. In this case, the woman in front of him.

"Good. I'll take a shower and be back soon... if you know what's good for you..."

Her right arm slowly started to raise up while the left one sank inside one of the pockets of her jacket. The man gulped down as her fingers gently got inside his mask, reaching for his face as she pulled it down so nothing could stand between their eyes. His scared yet hoping eyes met with her crazy gaze, Wis'Adel closed her right eye as her thumb pressed itself on her lover's nose, cuddling it by going from left to side, caressing it in a gentle, slow movement that only tensed him up even more.

His heart was beating so fast, his mind filled with possibilities of what could be the next threat to come out of her pink lips.

"You better leave the door of your Bedroom open tonight... capisci?~"

It wasn't a question. It was a genuine threat; right as he saw her pull out a remote control with a big, red button, her left thumb played with it in perfect synchrony with her right thumb on his nose, before the other four fingers of her hand took hold of his cheek, cuddling it as well. The Doctor's eyes focused on W's remote, was she actually about to blow them up in pieces?... no. He knew her well enough by this point to know she was just messing with him, that's who W was, and seemingly, by the tales of Ines and Hoederer, had been even before joining Babel.

"... Yes."

"Good boy~... BANG~"

Her index finger fell on his nose before she pressed the button; triggering her camouflage device, causing her body to be covered by red mist, turning her invisble. W vanished into thin air, more than likely she would take her sweet time coursing through the hallways of Rhodes to reach her room, shower herself and change her clothes for a new pair, so he was truly, truly alone now. Or so he wanted to believe.

A long, heavy sigh escaped the Doctor's lips after fixing himself and his pants to look presentable, he didn't put on his mask this time; it really required a thorough cleaning with all the sweat dirtying it, maybe this is how Mudrock felt each time she went out in that heavy, full-body armor of hers into the battlefield, or maybe her situation was way worse. The researcher's head fell on his open palms, having completely lost interest in continuing his paperwork, even now, with his eyes closed, completely in darkness, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

So distant, yet so close at the same time...

"Theresa... "

The forbidden, cursed name of the deceased King of Sarkaz. The woman behind all of this, all the future of Rhodes, who they were now. What the heck happened to her? how did she truly die? who was she to him? Who... who was he to her? Those last three questions seemed to drill themselves like a disease to his brain, to his consciousness. His heart ached at the mention of her name, but his brain gave him no answer. He tried to rationalize and question himself something though, as he focused on the pain he seemingly was going through right now.

This pain... this sadness... was it because a long time ago, he had loved Theresa... ? or was it... because he felt guilty of loving W nowadays?

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"BAAANG!~ AHAHAHAHA~"

Well, there went his free afternoon. By now, the Doctor was truly accustomed to daily training exercises to test the effectivity not only of the many operators of Rhodes, but also to keep his own mind and commanding skills up to date; any tool can lose its edge if not sharpened enough times, after all. And he knew, everyone was counting on him to ensure everyone came back home, any casualties were no one's mistake but his own, thus, they couldn't be allowed, simply because they all deserved to live as much as him.

They didn't came to Rhodes to die and lose their lives for nothing, after all.

W's voice echoed through the battlefield as the bombs she had placed before detonated, completely blowing the drones into nothing but scrap right as FEather's gauntlets tore through their mechanic bodies one after the other. The Doctor's gaze went to the left part of the battlefield; this time, the squad had been comprised of Amiya and Click as casters, W, Kroos and Jessica as Snipers, Liskarm and Hoshiguma as Defenders, Shining and Folinic as Medics, Ch'en and Swire as Guards, and lastly, FEather as their specialist.

Half his mind was indeed focused on the battle while he looked at his control pannel with the terrain in front of him; the red dots were coming in closer from the south side, meaning the enemies were still coming. So far the exercise had lasted fifteen minutes, and thirty robots had been killed, but the second wave would be coming very soon, probably accompanied by some drones. He prayed to the heavens that Kal'tsit hadn't packed them with bombs or anything of the sort, because this time he only brought two medics rather than three.

Thus, he decided to press his finger on Ch'en's portrait, stablishing contact with the former member of Lungmen's Police Department.

"Ch'en. Status report."

[Things are going well so far, Doctor. Enemy pressure is still not too heavy, no one has been eliminated yet.]

Spoke the blue-haired dragon girl, as her hand grabbed onto her sword: Chi Xiao made her move with speed far beyond what should've been possible, as the red-eyed infected cut through the bodies of not one nor two, but four robots before jumping away to avoid the strike of a giant; Swire's yoyo went after its right arm, stopping him enough time for her friend to finish it with a quick slash. The grey-eyed man nodded with a smile, before cutting off communications with her and, instead, stablishing them with Folinic and Shining.

"Folinic. Shining. Status report on the health of the operators."

[All's under control Doc. Nothing to worry about; the sustained injuries aren't deep enough to be concerned, Shining's arts and shields are keeping everyone in check]

The brown-haired feline replied; Folinic rose her hand into the air, pointing her white hanress towards Liskarm and Hoshiguma, who had been mostly focused on keeping the vast majority of their enemies at bay, shooting at them in order to close the minimum damage they might've sustained, neither of the two women turned around to greet nor acknowledge their comrade's efforts, knowing full well doing so would be a mistake. They'll have plenty of time to chat once the exercise was over. Doctor let out a small sigh of relief.

At this pace, things would be done way quicker than he would've thought... if it wasn't for the god-damn sound of propellers spinning; the wave of drones had arrived. With five quick taps to his device, he stablished contact with W, Amiya, Click, Kroos and Jessica.

"Amiya, Click; focus on the left wave, make sure they don't come into contact with either Folinic nor Shining at all cost."

[Roger, Doctah!]

Amiya's calm voice replied with a hint of determination as black bullets coated her fingertips, her and Click turning around, preparing themselves to protect their friends. Around twenty-five drones were coming from each side, making them fifty in total, neither had a bomb blessed be Kal'tsit. Even so, the Doctor took note of taking Haze and Lava next time they had an exercise. Now all that was left was giving orders to W, Kroos and Jessica.

"W, Kroos, Jessica; I want you three to give covering fire to Hoshiguma and Liskarm, neither of them are free enough to protect themselves from their wave of drones and the ground enemies at the same time."

[Understood~]

W's playful voice was all he needed to know they heard him. Jessica recharged her pistol as Kroos let out her classic phrase "I am here~" while pointing her crossbow at the coming enemies. Wis'Adel on the other hand, pointed her grenade launcher into the sky, a chain explosion would be the best right now, but her third bomb wasn't ready yet.

Just a brief moment.

The doctor crossed his arms, putting his tablet down and instead looking at the action through the window, not a single bit of worry present on his face; even with the small adjustments or surprises Kal might've added to each iteration, he always knew what to expect to a certain extent, as long as the core strategy was still the same, things would go relatively good. Commanding others had always felt like a second nature to him, but... as his eyes lost themselves on W's figure, going from all of the operators until she was the last...

He couldn't help but feel his cheeks burn as his heartbeat increased its strength. They were all doing their best following his orders, same could be said for all operators in Rhodes Island, even if he wasn't the leader nor had the same type of authority as Kal'tsit and Amiya herself, he was still the main pillar of their morale. Why, he questioned himself from time to time. Closing his eyelids, the man from Terra tried to focus himself in what little could he recall from his past, the same question he had been pondering coming into surface even in such important situation.

Who was I?

Why did they care so much about him? what kind of things, achievements and accomplishments did he, Kal'tsit and Theresa did for everyone in Rhodes to consider him their moral support? for Amiya to be so willingly ready to sacrifice her life and throw it away if it meant saving him? he couldn't understand, not even now, and it frustrated him. The person who once walked through Babel at Theresa and Kal'tsit side was not the person he was today, this world, these people, they all felt so strange to him yet so familiar, and it pained him.

Being a god damn amnesiac bastard, as W would put it... brought many tragedies and broken hearts to the people of Rhodes, yet it also came with its own set of advantages. A clean state, a new beginning, meeting them all over again, each of them... to a certain extent, they all had told him he was way more approachable and friendly than he used to be. Was he really that hard to dealt with? was he?

It made him question another thing; his mind now going back to the topic of the late King of Sarkaz. What did Theresa saw in him? why on earth would've she cared about someone like him? that was something the Doctor couldn't understand. Did his other self understood the concept of love? were they truly in love enough for her to decide to be his partner? so then... was he really doing the right thing by continuing to live and fell in love with someone else other than her?

Was forgetting Theresa and moving on really the right thing?

Was this... what she would've wanted?

"THREEEE!~"

BOOOOM

Even through the crystal, he could clearly hear W's voice coming out with all her strength; followed shortly after by the explosion caused by her bombs detonating and blowing up the wave of drones in mid-air into nothing but dust. The Sarkaz Mercenary couldn't help but start cackling maniacally at the destruction caused by her third Bomb; [D12]. Hoshiguma and Liskarm rose their shields to protect their faces from the pieces that weren't blew into dust totally, a small smile appeared on the Doctor's lips, right as the door opened up.

Kal'tsit entered through the door, pulling down her own device that had been used to monitor the squad's progress through the exercise, like always, no emotion was present in the Medic Operator of Rhodes, her green eyes focused on him, as if she knew perfectly where his eyes were, before nodding at him.

"Outstanding work today as well, Doctor. Your selection of Operators and their positioning is perfect. Take the rest of the day for yourself, if your paperwork is done, that is."

Oh, of course she would know that it wasn't ready yet. The man nodded briefly at the words of the white-haired cat-girl, his relationship with Kal'tsit had never been... the best. To say she hated him would be an overstatement, more than likely she didn't knew how to approach him after what had happened in Babel, but he couldn't help but wonder... was she close to Theresa? she should've been, considering Babel had been founded back in their day, it was logical to think Kal'tsit had been one of Theresa's biggest supporters.

After all, Amiya had only been a little child back then, even if now in her early 16's she was the one running Rhodes in its entirety more often than not.

This made him wonder how much Kal'tsit knew Theresa compared to him. Had she been aware of what they had? Had she been aware of... the depth of their relationship and the strength of her bond? no doubt losing her must've been a devastating blow for the leader of the Medical department, but Kal'tsit had also always been extremely smart, no one could escape her gaze nor her accurate deductions. Perhaps the answer was the reason of her cold shoulder towards him... and also because she couldn't read him.

What was there to read about an brain-dead amnesiac like him?

Even so, even in his current state... as much as he wanted to, he knew asking about her would be a bad choice of words. And it frustrated him, to the point his fist closed themselves.

"Doctor. Is something the matter?"

Well shit, he thought with a drop of sweat falling from his nape when he saw her turning around to look at him right at the very last second before coming out of the room. The feline-like ears above her head moved slightly alongside her tail, he meditated about the possibility of questioning her about his broken bond with Theresa, should he? could he, actually? gods, he really wanted to do so. Yes, everyone was expecting for him to regain his memories, to find the answers of his own questions on his own... but where should he begin? no.

How could he even begin to remember his former life... when he had nothing but ghosts inside his head? It was a fruitless effort.

One that wasn't worth causing pain to Kal'tsit, nor anyone for that matter.

"... It's nothing, Kal'tsit. I have things to do, talk to you later"

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-[Fragment 3: Love then, love now]-

"Hm... not that bad... but I would've preferred something else..."

10 PM.

The main researcher of Rhodes rested his head against his knuckles, wearing a black pajamas after having taken off his uniform, having eaten a couple of toasts with a cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice, he was more than ready to sleep. The promise he and Wis'Adel had made to each other earlier during the morning resonated within his head, should he actually keep his half of the deal? Truth be told, a part of him had been anxiously waiting for the white-haired girl to come through that door and "Rock his world" part of his head was still trying to comprehend and piece together—

The lights got turned off.

"Huh... ?"

"Ah-hahaha~"

Then her laugh came. Despite his room now drowned in darkness, he could see her eyes clearly. W's camouflage device de-activated, illuminating the room with a red glow before her figure reached out a hand to his shirt, pulling up from his chair so she could pin him against the wall. The Doctor, despite being 170 CM tall, had no way to resist Wis'Adel's strength neither her threatening aura. The Sarkaz lady stabbed him gently with the tip of her tail as he heard and felt her fist landing right beside his head.

That... had been a knife.

"Failed again~ you're dead, Doctah~"

She called out, pulling the knife out of the wall and throwing it; the weapon landed with a metallic sound, losing itself somewhere inside the room as her hardened nipples rubbed themselves on his chest. Sweat quickly started to come out of his skin due to his nervousness and arousal as the Mercenary's naked hands went after his face, caressing and cuddling him in a loving embrace. Jesus christ, that scared the shit out of him, even more considering—

W clicked her tongue; her right hand going after the man's head so she could play around with his white hair while the left one continued to enjoy his face. The thumb seemed to go into his lips, following the trail with such slowness that it served its purpose: stressing him much more. Tilting her head gently to the right, the woman put one of her legs right in the space between his own, ensuring that her naked knee could find and rub itself against his testicles and member to turn him on.

"You weren't thinking about closing the Door on me, weren't you, Doctah?~... that would've been very, very bad and would've made me mad... "

As she spoke, the tone of her voice became deeper and more serious while her thumb continued to press itself against his teeth with more strength, clearly telling him to open up and let her in, he complied. When her finger finally managed to get into his mouth, she quickly pressed it down against his tongue, knowing full well he wasn't going to bite her, although his obedience was indeed making her happy and soothing out her anger, it wasn't a proper reward for his betrayal.

No, W wanted something else.

"And you won't like it when I'm mad... bed. Now."

She demanded, such hubris and way to order around the one and only strategist of Rhodes and the only figure who could, in a way, cure Oripathy and save all infecteds on Terra... but that was part of her charm. The Researcher noded, not doing an effort to hide the considerably large and big tent present in his pants as his legs started to take him to his bed. No more than two steps he took when—

SLAP~

"H-Hey!"

She laughed at him, right after her hand had just hit his left buttcheek with such strength it made him jump. For the love of... she knew how much he hated that, yet she did so anyway. Of course she would, of course she would, she didn't gave a damn about what he wanted. No wonder people used to call Sarkaz "Devils" due to all of them possessing horns and tails of different varieties, yet it was W the only Sarkaz he knew who genuinely behave like a demon.

Or more like... a succubus.

"Hmmmm~ Ahhh~ Doctah~ this new you is just... SO cute~"

"Stop teasing me..."

He spoke, sitting down on the mattress as he saw her walking up to him, his eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark just enough for him to realize why she was taking so long to reach him. W's hands were slowly yet surely undressing herself, his eyelids opened up when her fingers quickly went after her grey shirt, pulling it upwards and throwing it away, allowing her big breasts to bounce a good couple of times. "Boing, boing, boing", each time it seemed to made his cock suffer just a tiny bit more, until they stopped.

Then she went after the black shorts that, mind you, were barely doing anything to hide that gigantic-sized fat ass of hers, unlike her skirt who never left anything to imagination, nor her thick jacket whenever she closed it. Perhaps the only reason she chose that outfit rather than simply walk naked to his bedroom using her camouflage device, was to tease him up and turn him even more, after all, W wasn't the kind of woman to give a crap if someone saw her naked... or worse.

His request, somehow, didn't amuse her in the slightest.

"Have you gone mad? stop? you want me to die before that bitch Ascalon and that imbecile Logos get a chance of ripping my head off?... do you, Doctah?"

She questioned, wearing nothing but her birthday suit now as she finally got close enough to him, the commander nearly chocked on his own saliva when, just like she did back at his office, his assistant and current lover sat herself on his hip... this time, allowing his tent to feel the full extent of her naked, sweaty asscheeks and her womanhood, considering the fact that his pijamas was so thin, Wis'Adel as well, was feeling his manliness in its entirety.

A softened, low "Heh" escaped her pink lips as her tail waved excitedly, oh, the motherfucker was really, really freaking big~. No wonder not even the King of Sarkaz was able to resist mating with such a monster of a man, yet even with all the power he held on his hands, with the ability to command Rhodes as if they were his personal army... never, not even once, Doctor used it for evil, as far as she was aware, all he ever did was for the sake of Terra and its people.

Yes, the "Doctor" might've been a bastard and a sack of shit, but this trembling, horny, amnesiac man in between her arms... was a real cutie pie. And a really, really cute one at that.

"So?~ Do you want me to die or not, Doctah?~ I do want to kill you, but do you?~"

Her strength and the weight of her thin, scar-covered body is what allowed her to made him fall against the bed, his head on the pillow, her big soft tits pressing themselves on his chest. She felt his trembling hands holding back their urges to go after her ass, the poor thing. Wis'Adel's tongue licked her man's neck as her pointy tail coiled around his thick cock like a snake, squeezing his shaft with such strength it made him grab the bedsheets in search for some support.

His member was now being squeezed, sandwiched in-between her butt, resting against her lower back while she now started to twerk, giving him an assjob as a way to "interrogate" him on her previously asked question. Of course he was really struggling and trying to reply, but how could he when not only he felt her sweat starting to dirty his own clothes... her sweet breath hitting his nose... but also how her tail was now strangling and outright torturing his member?

If anything, not answering to her would make his situation worse.

"N-n-no... I—"

"Then shut the fuck up, Doctah. Be a good "lover" and obey good ol' Wis'Adel."

She replied, before clashing her lips against his. The researcher of Rhodes Island closed his eyes at that very moment, feeling how his girlfriend's tongue invaded his mouth without asking as her arms surrounded his head, squeezing and tightening her grip on him right as her tail let go off his tent, so it could instead focus on pulling his pants down. He finally managed to get the courage to try and give her ass a firm squeeze, accompanied by a loud "slap" of course.

The moan she let out as her butt got slapped, and then groped, made the overall situation even more hot and exciting. For her, she finally managed to make him react, just like she wanted. His manly hands dug deeply into her soft flesh, cuddling her right as her tongue pushed his backwards into the depths of his mouth, a sweet smell already coming out of her crotch due to her getting wet.

If one was able to take a good look at his clothes right now, they would be completely soaked with his own sweat, and W's. Yes, she took a shower after their small interaction under his deck earlier this morning... but she didn't do so ever since then, so her sweet-scented sweat was covering her body, every part of it, giving her an even sexier vibe than she normally had.

Sluuuurp... sluuurp... sluuurp~

Hmmmm~... I gotta give it to you, Theresa... he's a really good kisser~

The sounds of their tongues fighting so viciously made the situation even less romantic, and more primal. More nasty. This wasn't lovemaking, no. Yes, W and him were an item, a very well hidden at that, but she wasn't nor ever would be the romantic type. Make him dinner? being all cuddly and lovey-dovey? fucking hell no! just the thought of it was enough to make her stomach puke all her breakfast, lunch and dinner together. The Sarkaz's ass pressed itself more and more against her lover's erection.

That's when it happened; she finally managed to pull down his pants just enough for his long, thick and large shaft to be freed from its shackles, and slap her butt. The Doctor blushed as his trembling arms spread W's ass open, allowing his soldier to invade the space between them like she had done earlier, this of course, gave the albino girl the opportunity to twerk for him even more.

Oh, god damn it... her ass and her breasts had always been one of her best features. Not to say W wasn't one of, if not the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life, or— well, this second life of his... but Jesus Christ, how could someone have an ass so big, fat and soft, and such big pair of breasts? it made no sense to him, as shameful as it was to say it, W's was one of Rhodes Island's bustiest operators, and the only one his libido he wanted to dedicate to.

When the kiss finally broke, multiple strings of saliva were connecting their mouths, his face was one of pure bliss and joy, while her on the other hand, while reddened, was still holding on to her madness and maniacal persona, although of course... she was now fucking horny and hungry for sex with her boyfriend.

"You fucker... even my big ass isn't enough to cover that entire dick of yours... how did Theresa managed to swallow that monster every night is a mystery to me"

"W-what... ?"

She... knew? she knew too?. They'd been having sex for a good while, but in all that time, W hadn't mentioned Theresa not a single time. His expression of disbelief and the way he spoke only served to reaffirm her perception of him. He was truly a brain-dead cutie pie, nothing at all compared with the so called "Ghost of Babel" she once served under. Oh, the poor little fucker had no idea she knew what he and her King were up to back in the old days? perhaps they could talk about it over a nice deepthroat... or maybe...

Perhaps taking a page out of Theresa's book and spoil him for once.

"Ahahahaha~ look at your face!~ you really had no idea, didn't ya' Doctah?"

Before another word could come out of his mouth, the Mercenary changed their position; her tail let go off his manhood as she grabbed his head, placing it right above her thighs, giving him a lap pillow. Things escalated when her hand went after his cock, causing him to let out another moan in a futile effort to resist. Wis'Adel cackled as her fingers tightened up their grip around the Doctor's groin, unable to close them yet still squeezing him as she started with a slow rhythm, fully going down before going upwards, stopping at his tip before going down again.

He would've talked; he would've tried to interrogate her about what and how, but he had no chance. Not when the Mercenary forced her nipple inside his mouth, the so called "Nursing Handjob", quite the strange position to be in considering all she had done to her, and to Theresa. To Babel. Not even in her wildest dreams W would've thought this is where they would end up.

No matter how shocked he was... the fact that indeed, one of Wis'Adel's fleshy, tasty nipples was inside his mouth, drove him insane as if he had lost all his Sanity at that very moment. The Doctor of Rhodes Island moaned into the female's flesh while his tongue came out, pressing itself against it in search of more flavor. Even if no milk would come, her closeness, her warmth, the fact that it was her, it was all he needed to be happy and reassured... quite weird considering she could simply snap his neck with a small movement of her hand.

She was, after all, a Sarkaz.

Chup... chup... sluuurp~

"Hmngh... yes, that's right, Doctah... I know everything there is to know about you and Theresa. How could I not?~ after all, she was my King. Truth be told, the moment I knew you and her were doing this..."

The movement of her hand became faster and faster. The white-haired operator looked down at her man, unable to see him precisely because of how big her breasts were, not allowing their faces to meet. Well, this could be a nice opportunity to trigger some memories, if possible, inside of his stupid brain and see if he could remember more. If he didn't at least she got to talk about Theresa and what she used to do during the era of Babel... it was a win-win situation.

Either he remembered and she killed him, or he didn't and she got to tell him all about his dirty little relationship with the King of Sarkaz.

"You see, Doctah~ The only reason I came here was because I firmly believed in her Majesty. She was so much better than Theresis, I'm sure you know that... however, even I could notice something changed within Theresa whenever she was close to you... so I decided to put matters into my own hands"

His cock started to throb at the mention of the pinkette. So she had been spying on them? that would explain everything. W smirked as she felt how her hand was stained by her love's pre-cum, her grip became even stronger, using her superior strength to try and overpower the thickness of his shaft as the speed increased; this time, after she reached his tip, hitting it with her index and thumb, she started to finger it. That same finger pressed on the head of his cock, before twirling around it in circles, and then going down yet again.

The Doctor's mouth on the other hand seemed to bite on W's tit, pulling it into his mouth through the strength of his lips as he tried to hold on, for the love of god, she was killing him. The way her hand continued to nurse and caress his hair as the firm rhythm seemed to become faster and faster was doing wonders for his body.

It felt good... it felt relaxing, it felt—

"Ah-hahaha~ stroky stroky stroky stroke!~ Even with such a big dick, this new you doesn't behave the same at all!~ I noticed it since I took your "First" time~ the other Doctor was such a beast in bed... more often than not poor Theresa was turned into such a mess, I couldn't even believe that was my dear and beloved King, the woman who was raising little Amiya to be a good girl."

She continued, recalling one time where right after having doggy-style sex in his own office, managing to stuff her ass full of his revolting semen, poor Theresa was left unable to walk properly, the brunette bunnygirl of course caught on that no matter how much she tried to hide it, and Kal'tsit did as well. Amiya had been so innocent and naive back then, she still was to some extent, so just a small lie, and Theresa was safe. Only Kal'tsit seemed to know what was going on between the two.

Whether she knew or not, wasn't of W's concern. Ohhh, that would be a nice tale to tell the Doctor, yes yes yes~

"Let me tell you about this one time... hmmm~ Theresa had snuck into your office after playing with Little Amiya right before lunch. I was intrigued, perhaps you guys were going to discuss about some strategies regarding Kazdel? or Theresis? so I did what I shouldn't have; I triggered my camouflage device and followed after her... and do you know what I found?"

It was obvious.

One suck, two sucks, three sucks. The Doctor tried to imagine what would be the next thing W would say. Would she had found them kissing? would she had found him face buried inside Theresa's ass, eating her out like a maniac while she did her best to contain her moaning? Possibilities were endless. The white-haired man growled as he felt his testicles aching, something the Sarkaz woman noticed, thus she decided to pamper and spoil him even more, taking her hand to his balls so she could sink her fingers inside them both, a slow, steady yet firm massage.

Now she would change the tone of her voice into a slow, sensual one.

"Theresa was on her knees, choking herself on your dick while you rested against the couch without a care in the world... I almost burst in to murder you at that very moment, but I did not. Instead I observed you two; you, so relaxed and happy with your head resting against it, while Theresa on the other hand was desperately trying to breath, her face growing blue more and more... and you didn't gave a shit"

That last word came out filled with venom and poison, as her hand went upwards, back to his shaft so she could resume her handjob. Him, on the other hand, took his left hand to the breast that was filling his mouth in an effort to please and cuddle her as well, W didn't stop him, on the contrary, she encouraged him by moaning as well. He tried to picture it... him... receiving a blowjob from Theresa... while sitting on his couch, not caring if someone would open the door and catch them red-handed, simply enjoying her tongue coursing through his shaft.

Even if no air was going to her lungs.

Was he really... that mean when it came to lovemaking?

Wis'adel let out a sigh from her lips, her tail waving with excitement. Gosh, she could sense the putrid smell of his semen stored inside his testicles reaching her nose, gunky nutbatter preparing itself to come out and dirty her arm, the same seed Theresa had taken over and over again endlessly whenever they weren't looking, causing her to get angrier and angrier with each passing day. How dared he, to stain and dirty the sacred, royal body of her King with his unworthy seed, trying to fertilize her and sully her lineage... ?

"It wasn't enough for either of you though... you were so horny, so after you filled her face with this revolting, century-old putrid cum stored in your balls, you decided to defile her even further... I never understood how she did it: how could she read you so well? without the need of words, she always seemed to know what you wanted, all the time... so she just cleaned herself, got closer to you, and asked..."

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"Would you like to fuck me in the ass, Doctor?"

The King of Sarkaz had asked him that day, the commander of Babel opened his eyes once again, finding himself not being breastfed by W, but rather, resting against his sofa in the exact same office his memory took him to earlier this morning. Heaven's forbid... just as Wis'Adel had described; there he was, naked, with a massive erection, looking at the King of Sarkaz's naked womanhood and buttcheeks as she was gently teasing him. Theresa's face was completely red, similar to that of an apple, clearly embarrassed about the fact that she was showing him such a perverted sight.

And even then... she was happy. He could see it, deeply in those pink irises of hers, all he could find was an overwhelming amount of love, passion, desire and longing for mutual affection. It made his heart ache a little bit, he tried to find it in himself to speak up, to tell her she didn't had to do this, but his mouth wouldn't obey him. This was, after all, way different yet so similar to what had gone through earlier in the morning: The past was the past. Memories were memories. And they couldn't be changed nor altered.

He just... nodded.

Theresa's lips curved into a smile, despite not showing it, she was clearly overjoyed about the fact that her beloved had accepted her proposal for anal sex. She wasn't using Civilight Eterna to read his memories, nor his feelings... simply put, it was just a hunch from a girlfriend to her boyfriend. From a woman, to the man she loved. The Sarkaz King slowly started to lower her hip on his cock, preparing herself to receive him deeply inside her rectum. Even if she had a big, powerful ass, after all their lovemaking, not even her body was able to defeat and completely control her lover's libido, but she wouldn't back down, not then, not now, not ever.

"A-ahhh~"

It was slightly painful, considering the fact that she hadn't applied some lotion. But the saliva from her previous blowjob mixed up with his semen were good enough of a substitute for it; the Doctor of Babel contained a moan by biting his lower lip in an effort to contain his own voice, something the pink-eyed Sarkaz didn't care enough to do. She could feel it: her heart, beating up so fast as her hips continued to descend, taking in his monstruous dick inside her butt more and more with each passing second, ensuring that their physical union was just as strong as their emotional bond.

Painful... big... long... thick... yet it felt so good. That's exactly what Theresa was feeling as tears started to fall from her eyes, through her scarlet-colored cheeks, while her face changed from one of shyness into an expression of pure pleasure. Joy overtook her when she felt his hands grabbing her asscheeks, spreading them so his meatstick could penetrate and invade her even further, that, and he also was pulling her down.

"A-ahhhh~ Doctor~-... D-Doctor!~"

She called out to him, turning around slightly so she could pull down his hood and take off his mask. Their eyes met; his naked, reddened face filled with uncertainty, nervousness, pleasure, happiness, all feelings she was going through as well. Theresa, while still sticking the cock of the doctor inside her ass, turned her head around searching for a kiss, one he gladly gave her. Her mouth had a surprisingly sweet, cherry-like taste. The Sarkaz felt her intestines being impaled by the man's genitalia, until their union was completed.

He had shoved his entire length inside her, causing a bulge to appear in her belly.

The scream of excitement and joy she let out while her arm went around his shoulders; Theresa's tongue moved softly, shyly, way too much unlike Wis'Adel's who was extremely aggressive and dominating. Not only that, but his own movements when it came to kissing her were more brutal and dominating, he was the one who pushed her tongue back; she slowly started to lift up her big ass, before he pulled her back down wanting to start the penetration at once. She struggled, evidenced by the fact that her kissing became rougher and more passionate in an effort to fight off the pain while the pleasure came.

Oh gods... she's... she's so... so unbelievably tight...

A livid memory was the best thing he could call this. A way stronger one than the first one experienced earlier this morning under his desk. Theresa's movements started to vary; while she moved herself up and down, causing her buttcheeks to clash and make an indistinguishable "plap plap plap" like sound, she also started to move them around in circles. Due to how deeply his cock was buried inside her rectum, there was no need for her to contain herself, slowly but surely she started to pick up the pace, all while the kiss continued.

"Hmmph~... doctor... doctor... I love you... I love you so much... "

The Sarkaz King called out, the arm behind his shoulders going after his hair so she could caress it; a low "Theresa..." escaped his lips as well, to which she simply replied with a loving "yes", it wasn't him just calling out her name, no. He quickly realized he had given her a command; an order. The sister of Theresis moved herself way harder and faster, knowing full well the researcher loved to feel the full weight and power of her ass whenever she was the one riding him, thus his wishes were her orders to follow, her objective, her destiny.

The sound of their tongues battling out inside her mouth seemed to made his cock react and twitch just like her clit, it wouldn't be long enough until he reached his limit, and by the look of it, Theresa's busty, bitchy body was going to do so as well. Another moan escaped her lips as she felt his hands going after her tits, as a new idea spawned inside her head. Rather than than just riding him by having her legs on the floor, she could ride him with her legs on the couch; that way, it would give him a better view to both grab one of her tits... and play with her pussy as well if he so desired.

The commander of Babel did just what she had predicted; he let go off her ass to give her more space, accommodating himself so she could get on the couch as well, doing some sort of reverse cowgirl while she felt her clit being squeezed in-between his index and thumb.

"A-Ahhhh~ Mnghhht!~ Doctor! please!"

She cried out, moving her body even more; trying to stand up and then letting herself fall down on his hip. While masturbating and caressing her clit wasn't hard at all for him, taking care of her breasts was an entirely different matter. Theresa had a big, soft pair that were more akin to marshmallows, so the best he could do to pleasure her was pinch and pull her nipple with his thumb and index, while the other three fingers squeezed and caressed the rest of her breast. The kiss became even more sloppy, more primal and depraved.

Right as she continued to jump on his cock; one of his fingers invaded her pristine, silk-like folds. The combination of two fingers taking care of her pussy; his cock buried deep inside her ass as she herself did her very best to impale her gut with his dick, and of course, how he was fondling her nipple while his tongue raped her mouth without a care in the world, were all more than enough to push Theresa to the limit.

"HMMMMMMPH~"

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUURT~

SQUISHHHHHHHHHHHH~

Him and her, that is. They both came together, like a loving couple should actually do. The doctor felt how the pink Sarkaz's rectum tightened up around him, as her soft, squishy ass rested on his hip. Theresa's legs trembled, unable to hold on her weight much longer, letting herself fall and get impaled fully on her lover's cock. The strength of her internal embrace, the warmth of her body, the intensity of her feelings, they were too much for his current self to deal with, it made his cock react and cum with even more strength, happily enjoying and tasting the insides of the woman that, supposedly, he loved and loved him back.

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"Well damn! That's a very big stinky and putrid load! isn't it, Doctah?~"

W shouted, causing the Doctor to snap back into the present day. He had an orgasm right into his Mercenary's hand, causing a big load of his semen to come out like lava from a Volcano, dirtying his own body, his legs, the bed, and especially Wis'adel's hand. The Sarkaz lady let out one of her characteristic laughs as she took her hand to her lips; it was completely covered and soaked with his cum. Opening her mouth so she could show him how her tongue eagerly traced each of her fingers, the Doctor of Rhodes watched with a shocking expression how the orange-eyed Sarkaz cleaned her own hand using her tongue.

Threating his cum as if it was the most delicious thing ever.

A small glint of excitement could be seen in her star-shaped pupils the moment she had finished, now her hand was clean indeed, although covered with saliva, but it wasn't a big deal. Right now, she was too horny to stop nor think about anything else; truth be told, she was debating between doing a 69 or outright skipping formalities and going straight for the main dish, her pussy was, after all, starving for a good, nice fuck ever since she woke up. Ever since they had their first time together, her body couldn't get enough of him.

No matter how much she fingered herself inside the shower, before sleeping and after waking up, each night and each morning, endless hours wasted on masturbation in an effort to ease up the burning, growing desire inside her womb, it was all for nothing. W's body craved that man's cock with burning despair... just as much as her stomach did.

Even more so after having given his semen a taste. Thus, she decided to continue spoiling him: the grey-eyed man watched in shock how his beloved stood up, walking just a little bit so she was right in front of him, instantly realizing what was just about to happen, a growing feeling of excitement and anxiety clearly appearing in his face as she slowly split her legs.

"Open wide, Doctah~"

The next thing he knew; W's big, fat, sweaty butt was right on his face just as she fell on his body, enveloping his manliness with her cow-sized tits in preparation for the soon-to-come blowjob. Her grip on her own breasts was firm, tight, strong enough to ensure both boobs were outright strangling his cock. All while her tail started to wave in excitement; the imbecile might have a penis and a seed that smelt like absolute shit, but the taste was so sweet and addictive, just as much as the freaking sex, and his reactions were the best part, he behaved like a stupid virgin.

Sluuuurp~

Oh, that felt good. That felt really good~. Wis'adel let out a muffled moan when she felt how her boyfriend started to lick her pussy instantly: the doctor's tongue started to toy and play around with her clit at first, circling on it for a good while before pressing it and then going after her labia minora. W didn't really shave because she didn't give a shit about such things, she was a freaking mercenary; her entire body was filled with scars, signs of her having survived countless battlefields, and some parts of her torso and back had black crystals, just like it would be with any infected with Oripathy.

Wis'Adel had survived countless fights, she came out on top, and had been surviving for over fifteen years... nothing would stand in her way, not even her infection, nor her own lover's dick, no matter how big, thick and meaty it was. She had, after all, an amazingly sized bust and butt to stand her ground too. The strategist of Rhodes moaned in delight as his tastebuds finally got to enjoy the pussy of his beloved; W had a sweet taste. First he went up, then down, closely following the pink lips before properly getting in.

The honey invading his mouth made his cock throb in excitement, to which she started to open her mouth and lick him as well; slowly but surely filling her mouth with him just as he was filling himself with her.

Hmmmngh~... fuck... this shit stinks... fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck you and your... stupid big, nasty cock... how where you able to deal with him… Theresa?

She thought, right as her jaw opened up even further; frowning as she felt her throat welcoming him. It was contradictory, it hurt and it was uncomfortable to give a blowjob to such a big member, yet her body seemed to wet and react accordingly to the man she had chosen. It was as if a feeling of relief invaded her at that very moment, right as she filled her lungs with air, starting to move her tongue in circles with more speed, taking advantage of her saliva and her tits so she could shove more and more of him down to her belly.

Sluuurp... sluuurp... gulg gulg gulg~

Just as she was feeding on her lover's shaft, said man was drinking and exploring the depths of her Sarkaz femininity. The Doctor's eyes were closed, mainly because of W's asscheeks resting on his face, who occasionally moved her hips from one side to the other to tease him, the sounds coming from her mouth reaching his ears, lust had completely overtaken both their bodies by this point; although in W's case, her head was moving in a steady rhythm, unlike him who's tongue was moving frantically in an effort to eat out as much as she could.

Her sweet honey was coming and coming out, flooding his mouth right as his lower lip pressed itself against her clit; quickly his tongue came out to bully her clit as well, pressing it while his closed mouth focused itself on the girl's labia majora, left to right, left to right, and then he shoved it back in to resume his oral penetration of her. Right now, he wasn't that different from a dog, but he couldn't care less. He would be whatever W wanted him to be, he really didn't care, he really didn't gave a shit.

All he wanted was to continue this relationship... the weight he'd had on his heart about Theresa and whatever could've been between the two wasn't present anymore, because he had no spare brain to think about it. His entire thought process, his body, his very soul; everything was focused solely on pleasing and serving Wis'Adel. His dear, beloved W... his Pyromaniac. The man's hands went after the girl's buttcheeks, keeping her hip in place so she stopped moving it, but also forcing her ass even more onto his face.

That delicious Sarkaz cake, even if her torso was covered in scars from previously won battles, her ass and her breasts were in pristine condition. His hands seemed to sink in her sweaty flesh right as he felt her tits tightening their grip around his member, causing him to let out a moan as his tongue eagerly continued to dig deeper and deeper inside her, Amiya and Kal'tsit could kick his door down for all he cared, he wouldn't even realize it until it was too late.

"Hmmmnhgh!~"

Oh, her voice was so cute. It made him want to please her even more. The movement of his tongue stopped being simply going up and down, now more erratic; in an effort to try and reach for the walls of her pussy; like him, W was now moving her head with more speed than before, due to her having filled her lungs with air before shoving his cock down her throat, she was able to focus more properly in dealing with his manhood. Strings of pre-cum and saliva were falling through the man's flesh, losing themselves and becoming more lotion for her breasts to move even faster.

It was throbbing so much; the veins were doing so as well. A clear sign of what was soon to come, he would reach his climax very soon, and she was eagerly waiting for him to do so. Her head went upwards until she reached the tip of his cock, before she licked it and carefully squeezed it between her tongue and her palate, and then dropped down in one swift motion back into her cleavage, hitting the base of his cock with her tits, and then hiding her own face between the two. He was getting closer, he would cum, she knew it, it was just like one of her explosions.

Internally, she started to count with her fingers as her breasts squeezed him more roughly.

One... two... three~

"HMMMNGH~"

Right on time; the last thing he did before finishing was stabbing her with his tongue, it being more than enough to push her towards the climax as well, both of them welcomed it. They needed it. Just as W's honey flooded Doctor's mouth, his seed exploded inside of Wis'Adel's throat, causing her tail to stand up firmly as she tried to swallow. It got stuck to her throat, but she continued: she pushed onwards, drinking and forcing the muscles of that part of her body to work out and consume all she could, and then some more. The flavor got stuck to her mouth, but she learnt from her mistakes. She had brought a bottle of water to pass out the taste and drink it all so they could kiss all he wanted.

Two minutes. It took him two minutes to stop cumming so she could finally let go off his dick; W's head went upwards with a loud "POP~", departing from his cock not before giving his tip a loving kiss, and then moving away from him. The Doctor, clearly tired by this point after having two back-to-back orgasms, didn't question her actions; much less when he saw her pull out a bottle of water with ice from somewhere and starting to drink from it. His gaze though, as tired as he was, focused on his girlfriend's beautiful, naked figure.

It was a miracle that despite being an Infected for so many years, W's Oripathy had barely progressed. The Black crystals coming out of her skin hadn't spread, across her body, but that wasn't a good sign either; for all they knew, they could be growing inside her, which was even more worrying and terrifying to think of. Not to say he didn't care about any of his operators, of course he did. After being awake for so long, he had gotten close to almost everyone on Rhodes, and even if this world was so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time... in his heart, he was genuinely happy to know there was a place for him to belong to.

But... his biggest fear, sometimes, was the idea that maybe one day, he could fail. That maybe one day, out of all his decisions, his judgment would make him choose poorly and cause her death. If W died... would he be able to live with it? would he be able to keep on going considering the fact that she would be a cold, dead corpse? That thought scared him... after all... Frostnova... no, Yeleena died in his arms, looking at him with a hopefully, caring expression as she told him how wonderful it would be if she could join Rhodes Island and stay by his side to fight for the Infected.

It was nothing but a dream, that morphed itself into a nightmare and a ball of guilt he could never escape from. And Yeleena hadn't been his romantic interest in the slightest, mind you, he simply cared about her because it was the right thing to do. Because Reunion was formed with tragedies, broken promises, tortured souls, and the manipulations of Kaschley on Talulah's soul.

So... what would happen if it was W who died, because of him? He could never—

"Doctah."

She called out to him. Her beautiful orange gaze hunting him from the darkness: the prey tilted his head to the left, causing the predator to smile as she threw the bottle somewhere. As it fell with a loud "thud", she crawled back into the bed, until her body rested against his in the exact same position everything had started. W's hands went for his face again, caressing and cuddling it gently as her forehead landed on his own, so neither of the two could stop looking at the other, of course, blushing was inevitable.

"I don't like it when you start thinking and stop paying attention to me... Wis'adel should be your only priority... just like you are mine"

Chuuuu~

As always... one way or another, she took care of all his worries, turning them into dust like all those who came in contact with any of her three bombs. The grey-eyed man took his hands to his beloved's back, right as she position herself above his cock; its tip rubbing and clashing against the entrance to her sacred, soaked womanhood: her fingers started to bully and caress his hair as their tongues danced like snakes in heat. The Doctor of Rhodes, once known as The Ghost of Babel, surrendered his entire heart and his soul to his beloved at that very instant.

Yes... he should just... forget it all for the time being. All his worries, all his guilts, all the memories and the past that was, and would never be again, they weren't important as long as he was with W... with Wis'Adel. She didn't ask for any sort of confirmation nor if he was ready to feel her; there was no need. She wanted him inside her, and he desperately craved to feel her folds around his cock, he had been secretly thinking about her pussy the entire day, since she gave him a taste of her mouth. Theresa's ghost wasn't anywhere to be seen to drag him back into the past this time.

He was here, right now, in the present, with his beloved.

"Hmmm~... W-Wis... adel..."

Hearing him say her true name in-between kisses made her pussy twitch in excitement. The kiss became more rough and more passionate because of it; his tongue was fighting back against hers now, such insolence, but she was willing to forgive him and initiate her own counterattack by hitting him with her full strength. The Sniper Operator let her lower body fall right on the Doctor's manliness, she wasn't strange to being stabbed by knives or other types of melee weapons... but being impaled by the Doctor's cock was an experience of its own, one W still wasn't that accustomed to.

Their mouths continued to melt into the other as the embrace intensified. His hands caressed her back, carefully looking for her scars so he could cuddle them with his fingers as he felt how her tight, warm insides welcomed him back home, where he should always be. To be inside the woman he loved; the joy of sex, of lovemaking... was something he could never get enough of. His body and heart were constantly longing for the white-haired Sarkaz above him; her nose rubbed against his own in a cute eskimo-kiss as she stopped herself to rest for a brief moment, and then resume her movement.

He was really, really big... evidenced by the large bulge appearing on her belly; his cock, already almost entirely sheathed in her pussy. Wis'adel let out another moan of excitement as she felt him reaching into her womb, trying to pry it open so he could get in, but she wouldn't let him, not yet. The Doctor, however, was the one who broke the kiss, causing their eyes to find each other once again, her having her classic maniacal laugh, even if her beautiful face was as red as her horns.

"Hmmm?~ is something the matter, Doctah?~"

"Nothing... just... I... I... "

"Yeeeees?~"

She continued, her tail moving with such strength the bed was squeaking briefly from time to time. Seeing her so excited at the thought of having lovemaking sex with him made his heart beat with joy. It genuinely made him happy, perhaps W wasn't the romantic type... but it wasn't important; he could be the romantic one for the two of them. Just because she was a Mercenary, an Operator, a murderer, and a former Reunion member... didn't meant she had no right to love. Perhaps that could be another one of his dreams; realistically speaking... teaching Wis'Adel to love would be way harder than curing Oripathy and saving all of Terra from it, but he was willing to try.

Simply... because loved her.

"I... I love you."

His sudden confession of love took her by surprise, just like it had done so every single time he muttered those three words. W had heard them hundreds of times before from his mouth, because she had seen him telling Theresa the exact same bullshit whenever they were alone. Whenever his hands would go around her King's waist, pulling her into his loving embrace as she took her arms to his neck so they could kiss each other, enjoying their company... she never truly understood, not even now, what it meant.

But she knew he was telling the truth. Why?... how?

His eyes.

They were the exact same eyes he used to look at Theresa with, even if he wasn't the same person as he was back then. A god-damn, almost useless amnesiac who couldn't even make sense of his own notes and investigations, who had the destiny of the whole world on his shoulders, his heart was still the same. Set in the right place, protecting and fighting for those he loved and believed in. Wis'Adel knew that she was sitting at the throne of his heart, the keystone of his motivation, the reason as to why he woke up and looked at her with such shiny eyes every time she got closer to him.

All signs of a man in love with his maiden. She didn't respond. There was no reply to give, not now at least. Instead, she let her body do the talking. He thrusted inside her, lifting her up slightly into the air, making her scream in pleasure before she pushed her lips onto his, kissing him again, this time much deeper than before. She wasn't going to back down, even with his long, thick, meaty cock buried in the depths of her pussy, trying to get inside her womb, she wouldn't give up, not against this man.

Not against the one who killed her King.

"Hmmmph!~"

This was Wis'adel's resolve, and The Doctor's resolve. The woman started to ride him; taking her body and hips upwards while her arms pushed his head against hers with more strength than before, her tongue going deeply inside his throat right as she let herself fall on him. The muffled voice of the red-horned lady echoed inside the man's mouth as she slowly tried to move her hips upwards, so the penetration could continue. Gods, even moving so slowly required a cosiderable effort; she could feel every single inch of his manliness going into and out of her.

Just as her tail moved, W's hands continued to cuddle the Doctor's face. His manliness thrusted into her, causing another scream to come out of her when he did so: his tip, magnanimous as ever, touched and hit the entrance of her womb with such strength it send shivers down her spine. W stopped her kiss for a brief moment to recollect herself; moving her head from side to side as her red fingernails dug deep into his hair.

So that's how he wanted to play, huh?... well then, she would give him a good fucking ride.

I ain't... falling that easily... doctah~

She called out in her own mind, before starting to move her hip in circles around his pelvis. The commander of Rhodes Island broke the kiss as he gritted his teeth; but the Mercenary didn't let go. He might've broken the kiss, but she would bite his neck instead to give him more pleasure, the sound of her asscheeks plapping and clashing on him as she felt him in her gut made them both turn on even more.

Yes... just like that... the tip of his dick continued to reach the depts of her pussy; her walls tightened around him with even more strength; a grip so viciously similar to that of a snake. Right as Wis'Adel's teeth rubbed themselves on his skin, the red tint spread across her face until it reached her ears, his cuddling stopped but her bitting didn't.

No... she added her tongue so he could feel her tasting him like a chunk of roast beef. The Mercenary from Kazdel started to leave a trail of kisses as she interally questioned the idea of wearing red lipstick from now on, it would make the oral sex and kisses way more interesting, as if she was marking her own territory... it could be risky and dangerous though: the moment any of the Operators caught glimpse of her new change, and saw a red mark on his body, the jig would be up.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP~

"G-GGKHT!~ WIS'ADEL!~"

Ohhhh, fuck yeah~ that's the type of reaction she was expecting. This was the man who had been chosen by her late king: the one who had ruined Theresa beyond any repair. Even if she had somehow managed to find a new lover after him, she doubted sex would ever feel the same. A smirk appeared on the Sarkaz's face as her bangs sank even deeper on the man's flesh while his fingers did the same with her ass, going as far as to spank her. Slap, slap, slap, once, twice, thrice, the movement returned to its cyclic form, right as she let go off his neck so she could talk and look at him.

His face was a mess, even while she was the one taking his dick inside of her pussy, seemingly, he didn't knew how to contain and fight against the pleasure of being with the woman he loved, unlike her who could barely manage to fight it just enough to laugh and do other stuff. Her lips started to leave a trail of kiss all across the doctor's face as her tits rubbed themselves on his chest, a feeling of anticipation and preservation were building up inside her chest, and her belly with each passing second as the movement became even harder and faster.

"Ugh~ I'm going insane... fuck!~ You're loving this, aren't you, fucking degenerate?~ I could kill you at any time and you know I will, yet you treat me as if I was going to be your Wife one day... Ahhhhh~ Shit! shit~ shit~"

His eyelids opened up slightly; seeing her orange-tinted irises staring at him while their noses rubbed themselves, Wis'adel's sweat started to fall on his own face while her sweet breathing hit him, whenever she lifted her hips, he thrusted and she let her body fall on his own, causing his back to hit the mattress loudly as the position continued. Yes, yes, of course he would love for that day to arrive; it rose the question... would Wis'Adel look better wearing a typical white, a red or a black wedding dress?... no... all three of them would need to suffice.

Perhaps Closure would and could design something that mixed up all three colors one day... if she ever got the chance to do so, and if he ever got the chance to propose anyway. Now was not the time, of course, not when anything could go wrong... but hearing the Sniper loudly laugh at him and moan as she felt his member reaching deeply inside her again, made him snap out of his small fantasy.

"Ahhhh!~ shit! fuck fuck fuck fuck~ shit!~ look at your face! ahahahah~ were you just picturing me wearing a Wedding Dress for you, Doctah?~ your cock is getting even harder and your hips are moving so violently!~"

Wis'Adel shouted at him, before their lips melted into a kiss once again, not wanting to hear him reply. It was coming. The desire to ejaculate inside her was coming surely and quickly, and she was feeling it as well. Her hips were also moving more strongly and violently, he could tell, because the jumping and riding she was subjecting him to became faster and faster. Gods, he was pathetic, wasn't he? he was turning on and fucking her even more the more he thought about the possibility of her becoming his fiancé, and then his other half.

His other half...

At this point he would've expected Theresa to pop up in his mind at such idea, but she didn't. The image of the Sarkaz King was nowhere to be found, rather, all he could see was Wis'Adel's back with the wind passing by her, standing a couple of meters in front of him at Rhodes Island's bridge, looking at the horizon just the two of them together, enjoying the view of Terra before she turned around to offer him her hand. The doctor's tongue moved and reached out for hers; twisting around the female's as he felt her nipples rubbing themselves on his torso.

Her pussy walls were closing themselves around him even more and more, the tightness increased, causing the penetration to become even harder to sustain, her current rhythm was too much for him, for either of them. She was reaching her limit too, he could tell, because now she wasn't putting her whole body into it, simply moving her hip up and down as much as she could while still not breaking the kiss. Her tail waved, her ass clapped, their hips clashed. The Doctor's tongue tried to rebel against W's, a futile effort as her lips hunted for his while the plapping continued and became even more animalistic.

Now the squeaking of the bed was as loudly and as clear as the sound of their bodies copulating like wild beasts.

Soon enough, soon enough. Both albinos screamed and moaned into each other's mouth as their kissing continued, just as the Doctor's cock started to throb inside W's femininity, her pussy twitched violently and she felt the ticklish feeling of pleasure numbing her lower half, she— they both were ready, together. Thus, her last act was embrace him in-between her arms as much as she could, before breaking the kiss.

"Wis'Adel, I'm—!"

"DO IT, DOCTOR! RUIN THE SHIT OUT OF ME, LIKE YOU RUINED THERESA! DO IT! DO IIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHH~"

Her tongue came out of her mouth as she arched her back, giving him a full view of her bouncing breasts as he sank himself deeply into her body, unloading himself as much as he could. The Doctor of Rhodes Island mixed his voice with hers, although W's moan and orgasm were more intense than his own, he saw her belly growing in size slightly as the semen was poured and injected directly into her, all while she squirted all over him. They both stuck like that for a brief moment; her looking at the ceiling of the room, him looking at her naked body like it was the most beautiful thing ever.

The ghost of Theresa didn't overwrite this moment nor took him to another love-making session at any moment. Not even as her exhausted body fell on top of his, panting heavily in an effort to calm herself. The grey-eyed researcher smiled as his eyes traveled across the beautiful, perfect visage of his significant other while he covered them both with the bedsheets, trying to fight against the exhaustion and the decreasing adrenaline of sex.

A small laugh escaped her lips, she always liked to laugh post-sex, even if he didn't knew the reason as to why. Her star-shaped pupils fell on him, as her arms reached out for his body, sinking his head into her cleavage while her pointed tail went across his hip in a possesive showcase of affection, the researcher of Oripathy couldn't help but mutter her name, going back to caressing her beautiful, scarred body while he closed his eyelids.

"Wis'Adel..."

He called out, not to say something, just to say her name. She didn't reply with her own voice, rather, her hands touched and toyed with his hair even more slowly than before. A kiss was planted by the pyromaniac on his head in return, silently telling him "I'm listening, I'm still awake" while she felt his fingers carefully trailing a particularly deep scar she had on her back. Yes, now wasn't the time to be romantic, not with her at least... but she was holding him in her embrace and he was holding her in his arms as well.

If there was a moment to be lovey-dovey and express her his feelings, no better time than post-sex, or so he believed.

"I love you... I really, really love you..."

She wasn't impressed by his constant declaration this time. No, she wouldn't be. Instead, she simply smiled, showcasing her teeth as the grip of her tail locked on to him even further, she'd have to wake up quickly first thing in the morning and return to her room, after all, the moment Logos and Ascalon woke up from their slumber to start their daily routine of watching over her, and noticed she wasn't in her room, first thing they would do would be check on the Doctor's safety... and if they found them lying in bed, naked, coated in sweat right after fucking like rabbits...

Oh boy, Amiya and Kal'tsit alongside the other half of Rhodes Island would crucify her.

"Heh... you really have changed... haven't you?"

She asked, knowing full well there would be not a single reply. The Doctor had nothing to say to that question. His mind, normally, would reflect on questions left unanswered and the mysteries of his past... but not this time. Not here, when he was with her holding him so closely to her chest he could practically hear her heart beating violently because he was by her side.

Right as he felt his consciousness fade away, resting on the breasts of the girl he loved so much, he thought that maybe... even if he had lost a big part of who he was, it was ok. He had a home, a place to belong to, and so many people he could rely on... maybe there would come a day when he truly remembered his past, or where it would caught up to him instead, but that day wasn't today... and even if it indeed arrived, he knew he wouldn't be alone... all of Rhodes would be standing by his side, like they always would.

As long as W... Wis'Adel was with him, life would be good.

So he would never have to fear the ghosts of the yesterday, ever again. Honor and mourn the dead, but never letting them drag him into darkness.

That's what it meant to be in love with someone, after all.

The end.

Creation date: Tuesday, October 29th 2024

Date of completion: Thursday, October 31th 2024

Estimated production time: 2 days, 8 hours, 26 minutes.