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The Doctor wasn’t happy right now.

First thing in the morning, before she could even comprehend anything, she was pulled out of her bed. At about eight in the morning a somewhat distressed Kal’tsit, or at least as distressed as that woman can be, pulled off her blankets and told her that she was needed in an operation (just after she quickly covered her eyes due to the Doctor’s lack of dress). The Doctor protested that it was way too early for things like this, turned around and went back to her dreams of delicious food and beautiful half-naked people who fed it to her. Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be, as those dreams were soon replaced by a nagging Feline, telling her to get up already and if she wouldn’t, she would just pull her out on her legs.

The usual strategy of sweet-talking didn’t work so well this time, so the Doctor eventually accepted her fate of being awake way too early. After having been violently janked out of her slumber, she was updated on what was so incredibly important.

Apparently a run-in with Reunion had gotten out of hand. The operators in the field at first believed this was just a small group of rag-tag soldiers. Once they actually engaged them, they quickly realized this was anything but.

A full squad of elite fighters had engaged the few operators, who only managed to push them back slightly. If things went on like this, they would be overwhelmed.

The Doctor didn’t really understand why she was dragged out for this. Just sound the retreat and re-engage another time. It ultimately had very little effect on the battle, and so what if they won? They would get a largely deserted part of a city. Not much to write home about. Rather meager rewards for them.

According to Kal’tsit, that wasn’t exactly it. Losing this part of the city could mean that the rest of the city would be stranded, right in the path of a major disaster. If the city would be lost, it would not only mean the city was gone, but it would also potentially damage the relations with Yan.

Hence why she was now here. A small outpost in some small city that basically nobody really cared about. Reunion was certainly a threat, but not that big. The Doctor let out a yawn. She was way too tired for this. She had let Kal’tsit take  most of the work this time, only giving out very rudimentary orders that allowed her teams to keep the initiative and eventually turn it back around once the Reunion soldiers were forced to spread out more, making them easy targets to pick off.

The Doctor let out a large sigh and stretched her arms, satisfying pop could be heard. Sometimes it felt like she was the only competent person here. Whatever, a fighting retreat into an ambush was more than enough to thwart their plans. If that meant they had to deal out some damage to the enemy, then so be it. She walked through the temporary base, trying to find anybody important to get an up-to-date report on the whole situation.

As she walked, the Doctor suddenly noticed a small Feline sitting on a make-shift bench, clutching something in her hands as tears streamed down her face. Her body was shaking as she tried her best to stop the tears but to no avail. Soft sniffles could clearly be heard in the room. There were some people nearby, but none of them made a move to comfort her. The Doctor stopped immediately and almost ran over to her, her heart almost breaking from the sight.

She frankly didn’t blame any of the available personnel for not attempting what she was currently going to do. It wasn’t just so easy, she knew very well what it could mean if the gray-haired Feline lost control of her emotions. One of Rhodes Island’s elite operators and previously a human experiment, Rosmontis was capable of destroying entire buildings if she was not kept in check. The Doctor silently approached the small Feline, doing her best not to startle her. She slowly sat down next to her, a soft hand gently stroking Rosmontis’s back.

“Hey there, Rosmontis. Is something the matter, darling? Can I maybe help?”

“D-doctor… sniff …It’s just t-that…my… sniff …recorder…broke?”

The soft-spoken Feline looked up at the tall Doctor, not even caring if she saw her crying. Rosmontis tried her best to recall what had happened, but the gaps in her memory failed her. Instead, she just showed the Doctor. She held out her recorder, and a large crack could be seen across the screen. It was completely blacked out, as nothing seemed to work. The Doctor understood right away why she was so in distress. She gently reached out to accept the recorder, her eyes roving over it, trying to think up a solution to get it to work again. She then turned back to Rosmontis and gave her a bright smile as she handed the recorder back to the Feline.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I know just how to fix it. Let’s get to Closure and ask her, ok?”

Rosmontis stopped her crying, realizing now that she was getting help. She hopped off of the bench, the pad clutched in her hands. She was quickly halted in her steps as the Doctor scooped her up in her arms, easily holding her on her right arm. Rosmontis let out a small eep as she was picked up, but she accepted the Doctor’s carry, holding onto her recorder with one hand and keeping herself steady with the other. The Doctor easily held onto her with one hand, using her other to gently wipe away Rosmontis’s tears as the two slowly wade their way over to the available engineers, shooting glares to any who dared look in her direction while adapting a gentle smile whenever she looked back at Rosmontis.

“How did this happen, hun?”

“I…I was fighting? They managed to hit me…I-I don’t remember…”

Rosmontis’s face strained as she desperately tried to recall what had happened to her, but to no avail. The Doctor noticed, and gave the small elite operator a kiss on her forehead, calming her down while making shushing sounds.

“There there. Don’t worry that pretty head of yours, darling. I’ll make it all better.”

Rosmontis’s mind was often in turmoil, her memory clouded and filled with gaps. She was unable to remember certain things clearly. She knew a few things with certainty though. The recorder she was holding onto was important to her, it contained the things she couldn’t remember well. Everytime she was told something important by Amiya, Doctor Kal’tsit or the Doctor, she would write it down on the pad. This had gone on for a while and as a result it sort of acts as a secondary memory for her. Losing it would obviously cause her great distress.

The other thing she knew for certain was that the nice pretty Doctor would help her repair it. She knew that the Doctor was important, just as important as her sister Amiya and Doctor Kal’tsit. She had lost many memories over the years, but she managed to clutch onto that one fact.

The Doctor would fix it. Amiya told her that the Doctor could do anything. When Amiya told her that, Rosmontis just looked at her with a puzzled look, not really understanding it but still writing it down on her recorder. How can anybody fix everything? Wouldn’t that take a long time? Yet as she was carried around by the Doctor, listening to her gentle words of reassurance that everything would be fine, she fully understood what Amiya had meant by it. Of course the Doctor could help her, of course she would make everything ok. She said so herself.

“Closure! Where are you, you oil-sucking bat!”

“I’m right here. And what did I tell you about calling me a bat!” A muffled voice replied from behind a half-demolished engine.

The Doctor grinned at the Sarkaz, who was covered in oil stains and dust.

“Hehe. And yet you respond to it every time. It’s almost as if you like that nickname.”

“Hmpf. Whatever. What do you want now, Doctor?” Closure replied, pouting a bit as she was once again subjected to the tease that is the Doctor.

“Who says I want anything? Why must you always assume that of me? Maybe I just wanted to have a friendly chat with my favorite Bat.”

Closure just gave her a deadpan stare and then gestured towards the small Feline on the Doctor’s arm, who was observing the situation very closely. Rosmontis never really understood how the Doctor always managed to get whatever she wanted, not even she managed to be able to do that, even with her being an elite operator. Maybe she should ask someday?

“If you truly wanted nothing from me, then tell me why you have Rosmontis on your shoulder? Or the fact that you came here for seemingly no reason except to flirt? You’re a bad influence on her.”

“Oh your words wound me, little bat.” The Doctor ‘swooned’, a hand on her forehead. Closure was clearly not impressed, having seen the antics of the Doctor many times before. Still, it was always somewhat entertaining.

“Ok, fine, you got me. Rosmontis’s recorder is broken, can you help her? I might reward you for it… ” the Doctor said, getting slightly closer to the black-haired mechanic.

Closure’s face burned bright red and was forced to look away from the Doctor, just to preserve Rosmontis’s purity. She was a bit too young to be learning stuff like this. Closure may have been witness to the Doctor’s antics, that didn’t mean she was immune to it. The Doctor’s…’private times’ are hard to ignore. She may have…taped it a few times…just for personal use of course!

While Closure tried to calm down, the Doctor nudged Rosmontis slightly, who then held out her pad for Closure. Closure snatched it out of the gray-haired Feline’s hand and scanned it quickly, mumbling to herself.

“This shouldn’t be a problem, just come back in about half an hour, ok? Oh, and by the way, I’m doing this for her, not you.”

“If that’s what you need to tell yourself, that’s fine. My offer still stands, little Bat. But you have my thanks either way.” the Doctor said. She put down Rosmontis on one of the available chairs nearby and gave her one last headpat.

“Now hun, say thank you to the bat and you better make sure to keep an eye out for me. That little Bat can be a bit of a scatterbrain sometimes and I need to go do something really quick. I’ll be back later, ok?” Rosmontis slowly nodded and then turned to Closure.

“Thank you, little Bat.” 

“What are you teaching these childr…” Closure piped up, but was shot down by a glaring Doctor that stopped her talking immediately. She knew better than anybody to not argue with the Doctor when she was like this. Clearly something had set her off, and it obviously had to do with Rosmontis and her broken recorder. She quickly grabbed some tools and started her work on the recorder. Rosmontis just trained her eyes squarely on the Sarkaz, not intending to fail her mission of keeping an eye on Closure.

“I’ll be back later, huns!”

The Doctor waved goodbye as she walked through the door. The moment the doors closed behind her, her sunny smile disappeared like snow in the sun. She reached into her pocket, grabbing her own datapad and quickly dialed a number only a few people in Rhodes Island know about. It was answered almost immediately.

“Doctor, why are you calli…”

“Kal’tsit. I’m taking over full command.”

“... Doctor, while I applaud your eagerness to act and the fact that you realized how important this mission could be, our operators are currently still set on stand-by. We just came back barely alive, we need to recuperate…”

“Somebody hurt Ros. I don’t care what you have to say, just get your ass over here.”

Kal’tsit’s words fell on deaf ears as the Doctor had already hung up on Kal’tsit, and was currently pressing buttons on her pad, establishing contact with the various operators in the field and on the base. Kal’tsit quickly made her way over to the Doctor, not waiting a second more. The Doctor wasn’t difficult to spot. Her tall stature was easily seen in the outpost, especially that most of the personnel seemed to actively walk around her with a wide berth.

As she walked over to the Doctor, she suddenly stopped. Kal’tsit blinked, she could have sworn she saw some sort of dark cloud around the Doctor. Impossible. She was merely seeing things. Kal’tsit walked over to the Doctor, placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to stop her from calling up the multiple elite operators. Even if Rosmontis was hurt, that still was no reason to storm into hostile territory.

“Docto…”

The Doctor turned her head slightly, a single look from her eyes was enough to stop Kal’tsit’s attempt to put her hand on the Doctor’s shoulder. The Feline’s hand dropped to her side, her breath choked in her throat. She could see the aura again but much more clearly, it resembled a dark cloud of pitch-black smoke. But it was more than that. Kal’tsit could feel… something watching her from it. Observing her every move.

Kal’tsit shuddered and tried her best not to look into it too much and instead focused on the Doctor. But while the weird cloud was merely unsettling to Kal’tsit, the Doctor was like looking at an ancient monster. Kal’tsit could have sworn she saw the Doctor’s teeth lengthening, her ears sharpening to points and her eyes starting to glow blood-red. 

Kal’tsit was frozen, paralyzed and unable to talk. She had faced down dangerous enemies in her long life, many of which could have easily bested her. She had never felt fear then. It was an almost foreign concept to her. Kal’tsit had only been afraid a few times before,and it was often the same. Grasping at straws as they crumbled away, or like looking straight in the eyes of a predator that was looking for their next meal. Whichever way it felt like, she would quickly recover and strike out if she needed to. This was completely different. She could feel her knees buckle on her own weight, struggling to keep her upright.

Kal’tsit closed her eyes in an attempt to remove the sight from her. All of a sudden she was back about ten years in the past. Back then this was all the Doctor was. Some sort of monster, commanding her troops. Pawns to be thrown away as long as the end goal remained the same. She felt a shiver run down her spine. She promised herself that it wouldn’t happen ag…

Suddenly she was back next to the Doctor, her hand never having left the Doctor’s shoulder. Looking around, she managed to get out of her daze only to see the Doctor looking slightly concerned at her, her brow furrowed as she looked down at the white-haired Feline. It was the first time the Doctor had ever looked at her like that. A lazy stare or a clever smirk was more usual. Kal’tsit decided she didn’t like it.

“Are you alright? I was planning on deploying you as well, but if you’re not feeling up to it, you should just retreat. I have no use for you right now.”

“N…no Doctor, just tell me what I need to do.”

“Good. Follow me.”

The Doctor gestured Kal’tsit to follow her, which she wordlessly did. Not once did she attempt to speak up, to try and talk the Doctor out of this. She knew that this was happening, whether or not she liked it. The best thing she could do was try and reduce the fallout. She tried to catch her breath and not go into a full-on panic-attack from what happened before.

“I know that not everybody is currently available, but I managed to get some of them here.”

Kal’tsit didn't need to ask who the Doctor was talking about, as she had already spotted the orders coming in on her own datapad. The Doctor wasn’t planning on beating Reunion here, she was planning on slaughtering them. Kal’tsit looked at the names on her datapad to see who the Doctor had called in. A whole platera was shown, including some of the elite operators. Some were strong enough in their own right and a formidable operator when alone, but when they were put together under the Doctor’s command, they would be almost invincible.

They made their way into a small hangar, from which the normal squad usually would deploy. Now though, it was quite crowded as the various operators had assembled. They stopped talking the moment the Doctor entered the room, and wordlessly assembled in a line. Their weapons by their sides as they watched the Doctor walking towards them, the sound of the two doctor’s steps the only thing breaking the silence.

Among the operators, there were a few of the elites, each of them capable of beating the enemy elites without even breaking a sweat. They were just a few, but were more than capable of cleaning this entire thing up. Normally, they wouldn’t be deployed so easily, but the Doctor had overridden the commands and was able to call upon them. Together with the normal operators, they would clean house.

“So, what’s the situation, Doc?” One of the operators asked the Doctor. A black-haired Feline who was currently hauling a massive chainsword around and looked eager for combat. A perpetual grin was plastered on her face. Blaze was always up for a fight.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can recall the last time we had more than one elite on an operation, much less five.” Another operator piped up, readying his combat shield.

“They hurt one of our own. I don’t think I need to tell you what we’re going to do right now.”

“What? Who?” A Liberi wearing large glasses spoke up. She sounded concerned enough, but it was hard to tell her facial expression behind those glasses of hers. Regardless, her arts staff flared up with energy, crackling around her hands.

“Rosmontis. She’s fine, but her recorder took a beating.”

This seemed to only agitate the operators, who started to shift around. Not everybody personally knew the Feline, yet they all had seen her before. It was clear they were eager for blood and retribution.

“What’s the plan, Doctor?” A Caprinae wielding a large arts staff asked. While she was technically a medic, she was nowhere near harmless.

“We crush them. Any questions?”

The Doctor looked around at the assembled operators, none of them spoke up. Instead, they readied themselves, their eyes steeled, their weapons drawn.

“Good. Get ready to deploy.”

Later

“Pff, how did the guys ever have trouble with Rhodes Island? What a bunch of pushovers.”

The leader of the Reunion troops, a large man dressed in full armor, was currently looking over a rather rudimentary map of the city, filled with markers that indicated their own troops. Every time he got a notification from one of his squads, he would mark it down on the map.

The leader grinned, if it went on like this, they would easily capture the entire city in just a few days. Then they would make those who wronged them pay. The leader wasn’t worried in the slightest. His squads were well-trained, perhaps more so than others. 

Although it was a bit make-shift, their headquarters was well defended. He had several elites at his disposal, and made sure that there were some others sent along with the regular guys out in the field. This proved quite effective, as the normal foot soldiers were often defeated by lone operators, the elites on the other hand could be used to distract or simply absorb some of the attacks, forcing the enemy to retreat. He was currently planning out his next move to secure the city. He had given each of his squad's commanders a communication device to keep in touch with him. Perhaps a bit expensive for them, but it had paid off massively.

His thoughts were broken up when one some of the devices went off, and were automatically picked up by the mechanical parts.

“We need backup now! They’re using some kind of cha…” The message was cut off by static, but not before he could hear some sort of chainsaw in the background and several people screaming out in pain. Squad 1, good recon and had quite the stealth.

“Their swordsman has broken through the lines! We can’t stop hi…” Squad 2, his best defensive squad, could never have problems with just one swordsman. Static again, just after the leader could hear the metallic sound of a sword clashing against flesh.

“This caster! We can’t do anything against this pow…” Squad 3 had fallen silent, the crackling of energies all that was heard before the line was cut off. A single caster had taken his best arts users out of action.

“Sir! They’ve breached the wa…” This message was even shorter, an ear-piercing roar that didn’t even sound remotely human before only static. What even was that?

“We’re under attack! We need orders si…” A ‘thud’ sound was all that was heard afterwards, the communications device no doubt having fallen to the ground. His personal vanguard, disciplined and cool under pressure. Was now screaming out for orders.

The leader left behind the other devices, trying his best to ignore the pleading cries and the following static that emerged from all of them. He stormed out of the building, much to the confusion of the few Reunion soldiers still left. That confusion didn’t last very long, as their thoughts were soon but dust on the ground with just a single heavy arrow.

All of a sudden, the leader was alone. It was dark. Almost unnaturally dark. Were his eyes not working? He turned his head wildly, trying his best to see his opponent. He scanned the field as best as he could. All of a sudden he could hear the sound of footsteps in the distance and readied his shield. He wasn’t going down without a fight. He was an elite of Reunion!

“Were you the one?”

A soft voice came out of the darkness. The leader didn’t even question why he was even able to hear it so clearly, as if the owner of the voice was standing next to him.

“W-what do you mean!” The leader exclaimed, his movements getting more and more erratic as he tried in vain to locate the scour of the voice.

“You attacked her.”

The leader’s eyes widened. Was that voice talking about that Feline operator? He didn’t even hit her that hard. He hesitated slightly when he saw that she was just a child. If anything, they were the ones who should be blamed for that. Who sends a child out on the battlefield?

“S-so what? Yeah, I did it!” He shouted out, trying to keep his voice from wavering in fear.

“Good.”

The voice came from right next to him and all of a sudden an immense pressure was applied to his shield, causing it to curl in on itself as he was hurled to the floor. He screamed out in pain, the arm with his shield mangled beyond repair. He tried to bite through it and swing out with his sword, trying in vain to defend himself against this invisible attacker. Only for it to not be there. In fact, his entire arm wasn’t there. He looked down, only to see a bloody stump where his arm should be.

“Show yourself you coward!”

The leader knew it was over for him at this point. He was losing blood fast, had no means to defend himself, and didn't have the slightest idea where his attacker was.

“No.”

Suddenly, he couldn't feel his body anymore, his sight spinning in place. He tried to look down, but found that he couldn’t even feel his neck anymore. He hit the ground but saw something as he fell. Was that his…body?

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After the mission

“Hum hum”

The Doctor hummed as she walked through the temporary base. As it turned out, it wasn’t that difficult to wrench the city back from the Reunion thugs. Especially not if you have some of the best soldiers of Terra at your beck and call. After they had decapitated their command, it was easy going from then on. She didn’t even need to be there anymore, the various operators were quite capable of hunting down the stragglers who didn’t have the bright idea of retreating while they still could.

She opened one of the doors, which slid open to the side, revealing the room. Inside, there were the two people the Doctor had set out to find. Closure, who was still busy with her engine, and Rosmontis, who had sat herself down on a chair with her seemingly fixed datapad.

The Doctor took a moment to watch for her own amusement. The small Feline was completely unaware of the Doctor’s presence, seemingly absorbed by whatever she had on the screen. Occasionally she would tap it gently, her face lighting up slightly when she did so. Whatever was on there, it seemed to calm her down as her eyes were no longer red. On occasion, Rosmontis would look up at the busy Closure, seemingly fascinated by the Sarkaz as her eyes locked onto her. After a while, she would stop and return to write something on her pad once again.

Once the Doctor had her fill of adorableness, she would make her way over. Despite her typing something on her pad, Rosmontis was well aware of the Doctor’s approach. Her ears were rotating like a satellite dish towards the commander of Rhodes Island, making it clear she knew somebody was coming. Despite that, she wasn’t prepared for the Doctor to grab her from behind and pull her into a hug.

“So, I see it’s repaired? Is everything in working order?”

“Yes, Doctor. It’s working again.” Rosmontis replied, her words sounding a bit solemn.

“Excellent. Well done, little bat!” the Doctor said.

“What did I tell you about that name!” Closure yelled at the Doctor. She had let the engine rest for now and came over, her face slightly red and angry-looking.

“Mmm,” The Doctor pretended to think about it for a minute, only to give Closure a wide shit-eating grin. “I can’t seem to remember, maybe you can help?”

Closure didn’t even reply, and instead shot the Doctor a glare, which she responded to with an even wider smile.

“Oh forget it. Just don’t call me that in front of anybody else, ok? I don’t need more than one little shit calling me a bat.” Closure said, finally conceding the invisible war the two have been fighting for the last few months.

“Very well, if that’s what you want. All you needed to do was ask. I guess I also do kinda owe you for helping Rosmontis here.” The Doctor said, releasing the small Feline from her hug and putting her down on a chair.

“Now, Rosmontis, what do we say when somebody helps you?” The Doctor asked.

The half-asleep Feline looked up at the Vampire and gave her a small smile.

“Thank you for repairing it, Bat.” she said and quickly returned to her pad to type something on it.

The Doctor let out a small chuckle as Closure’s face turned bright red at the indignation of being called ‘bat’ by not just the Doctor, but the small elite operator as well. She knew that nobody else would dare to call her as such, under threat of a wrench being thrown at their head. But that would hardly be an appropriate measure in Rosmontis’ case.

“You’re lucky you’re still just a kid. Now, do you need anything else? If not, then get out of here.” Closure grumbled.

“Mmm, nope.” The Doctor replied, popping her lips as she did so. “There’s still the thing of payment…”

Closure’s face again turned red and she tried to break eye-contact.

“T-tonight. Your room…P-put that nice thing on, ok?” Closure mumbled.

“Very well. See you later, little bat!” The Doctor replied.

The Doctor grabbed Rosmontis’ by the hand and started to walk away, the small Feline dutifully following her. The duo left the room, leaving behind the Sarkaz who appeared to have steam coming out of her ears.

“Let’s get you back to your room, ok? It’s been quite a long day for you as well, right?” the Doctor asked.

“Yes.” Rosmontis replied, letting herself feel a bit of happiness as the Doctor held her.

Later

The Doctor was lounging on top of her bed, waiting patiently for her guest to arrive. As promised, she had donned her special outfit on. It consisted of very little: A lace combination of panties and bra in a bright red color that cupped the Doctor’s tits nicely and pushed them up slightly. The panties were a bit tight and pressed into her plush thighs. She had a pair of stockings as well in the same color, leading almost all the way up to her waist. Last but not least, a simple collar with a leash, both in pure black.

She was reading a book, but was quite frankly completely uninterested in it. Anticipation was high as she waited. She luckily didn’t need to wait for very long, as a few minutes later the door opened to reveal the dark-haired Sarkaz. She rapidly moved into the room, not even looking at the Doctor.

Closure closed the door behind her, seemingly afraid to be spotted going into the Doctor’s room at such a late time. The Doctor herself never really understood it, at this point it was pretty well known that she sometimes invited people over. It was just some fun, nothing bad.

“Hello, Closure. So glad you could join me today.” The Doctor said, rising up to meet her.

Closure turned around to take in the Doctor, her face again turning red as she did so. Closure then gulped, knowing full well that she wanted this. She steeled herself and tried to shake off the feeling of shame.

“I…well, I hardly could say no to such an invitation. And I see you put on your uniform for me. E-Excellent.” Closure replied as she walked towards the bed.

“That was the deal. Now then,’ The Doctor said as she moved onto all fours. “I’ll do as you please, mistress. ” the Doctor replied, slightly bowing her head down.

“G-good. Glad that you finally understand your place here. Get off the bed and on your knees, you f-filthy harlot.”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow upon being called a ‘harlot’ but decided to ignore it. If that’s the worst she could come up with, then this would be a bit boring. A slight tingle ran over her spine though as Closure commanded her. She followed Closure’s orders, moved off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of Closure. The Doctor then looked up at the black-haired Sarkaz, a sultry smile plastered on her face, awaiting new orders.

Closure grinned, no doubt having the wildest ideas. If only she could verbalize them. She dropped herself onto the bed instead and feverishly pulled off her pants. She then slowly spread her legs towards the Doctor. She reached down and grabbed the leash, pulling on it slightly.

“L-lick.” Closure commands the Doctor, who dutifully moves onto all fours again and approaches the Vampire. The Doctor rested her hands on Closure’s hips, slowly snaking around until they found her ass, gently groping her cheeks. Closure opened her mouth, trying to protest the Doctor’s reckless groping. Yet she couldn’t get a word out as the Doctor’s tongue gently ran along the Sarkaz’s pussy.

A slight gasp turned into multiple and eventually turning into full-on moaning as the Doctor’s tongue flicked up and down over Closure’s cunt. Sometimes she would move from side to side, causing more moans, but eventually the Doctor’s tongue would probe deeper into Closure’s lower lips.

The Doctor’s tongue pushed deeper, spreading apart Closure’s folds, filling her up. Closure’s body started to slightly shake from the pleasure, her muscles spasming and no longer obeying her. She forced her hand to come down onto the Doctor’s head, pushing her further into herself.

The Doctor didn’t mind, her tongue was skilled enough to start fucking the mechanic’s pussy and her pushing just helped her with that. Eventually she could taste a familiar, salty tang onto her tongue as Closure reached her climax. The Doctor’s mouth was coated in Closure’s sweet juices as she fell backwards onto the bed.

“Ah…ah…s-so good. Well done, s-slut…” Closure panted, trying to recover from her orgasm and refilling her lungs up with air.

The Doctor just kept sitting on her knees, trying to see what her Sarkaz ‘mistress’ had in store for her now.

“Get up here and undress me, slut.” Closure said, her voice a bit harsh as she gestured next to her.

The Doctor obeyed, quickly climbing onto the bed and turning towards Closure. The Doctor licked her lips. She then fulfilled the rest of her mistress’s orders and removed Closure’s shirt, leaving her in only a bra. Closure looked down and then back up at the Doctor, wordlessly commanding her to take off her bra as well.

The Doctor reached behind the Sarkaz and made short work of the plain white bra. It fell off of Closure, releasing her D-cup breasts that slightly wobbled on her chest from the Doctor’s actions.

“S-slut, I’m feeling generous tonight. Therefore you may experience some pleasure as well. G-get on your back and spread those whorish legs of yours.”

The Doctor eagerly obeyed. She dropped herself on her back and quickly spread her legs for Closure, revealing her glistening wet pussy. Again a tingle ran through her body as she obeyed and she shivered slightly. Closure started to pant slightly, getting some pleasure out of being able to order the one and only Doctor of Rhodes Island around.

“Hmpf. L-look at you, I bet you get off of this, don’t you?”

Before the Doctor could respond, Closure had already moved. Her finger moved over the Doctor’s quivering folds, gathering some of the moisture that ran from her pussy. She then held it for her eyes and feigned disgust. She was getting better in her role.

“Look at this. My finger is all dirty thanks to you, s-slave. Clean me up!” Closure said, jabbing her finger to the Doctor who in turn eagerly opened up her mouth and started to suck on the Sarkaz’s digit. Closure pulled back and with a wet ‘pop’ sound, her finger was released from the Doctor’s thick lips.

Closure then crawled over the Doctor’s body, pressing herself against it. Their tits squished together, the Doctor easily proving herself to be much larger than the Vampire’s chest. She then pressed her hips down, pushing her lower lips against those of the Doctor and started to go up and down.

The two women’s cunts rubbed against each other, Closure being much more aggressive while the Doctor simply matched her movements. The Doctor then wrapped her legs around Closure, pulling her even closer and planting a wet kiss on her lips. Closure protested slightly, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she grabbed the Doctor’s head and pushed. Her tongue is trying to overpower that of the Doctor’s. They both knew that at any point the Doctor could reverse the roles, but choose not to. She was enjoying herself quite a bit, allowing herself to be taken control of.

Eventually they pulled away, a single string of salvia still connecting the two. All this time, they didn’t let up with their hip movements, grinding against their partner.

“Fuck! You’re way too good at this, slut! More!” Closure yelled out in ecstacy.

Closure’s hips were moving much faster now, her pussy grinding and trying to find more pleasure as she was moaning all the way through. The Doctor on the other hand was less audible, but let out the occasional muffled moan.

Eventually, both of them started to slow down, shuddering as their orgasms ran through their bodies. The Doctor reached out to Closure and hugged her tightly to her body, their nipples flicking against each other, causing them more pleasure.

They finally came down from their waves of pleasure. The Doctor was breathing heavily, while Closure was full-on panting from the intensity. She then looked the Doctor right in the eyes, a coy smile on her face. Her neck bend over slightly, catching the Doctor’s lips again as she kissed her.

“N-not bad, slave. You got some more in you? Because your mistress isn’t finished yet.”

“Of course I can. Tonight, it’s whatever you desire and if mistress wishes for it, I can go all night.” the Doctor replied.

Closure grinned. Not bad for barely half an hour of work.