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Madness.

Complete and utter madness.

It was the only thing that could describe the sight that lay beyond.

Kal'tsit had her suspicions, of course. Back-to-back prepunctual meetings of increasing duration. Faint murmurings within the administrative wing at late hours. Occasionally, she had even glimpse them exiting the control room and heading straight towards the living quarters in the most indiscreet fashion. What in the world had sparked their affair to surface with such frequency and boldness?

And now, here they were: the exiled Lord of Fiends, with hair disheveled and skin moist, fellating the Doctor with zeal as he leaned against the wall.

In the middle of a hallway, no less!

Lewd, garbled noises flowed through the air. It seemed more muted than expected. As if both participants were doing their best to stifle themselves, however obscene and risky this situation was in the first place.

Granted, they WERE in the more vacant part of the landship. She only wished they had chosen a different path that did not lead to her quarters.

Peeking around the corner, Kal'tsit couldn't help but follow the glide of her best friend's tongue. Just the motion of her, leaning and pushing forth, a graceful sloping of her head... Almost as though the practice itself were art. Each bob of Theresa's crown and back again pulled her gaze further and deeper, even though she wasn't a part of this exchange.

Kal'tsit's breathing grew harsher as the ordeal progressed. The dampness between her thighs was an intolerable insistence at this point, her hand already positioned underneath the hem of her skirt.

...Wait, what?

It should have been impossible for her self-control to slip away so easily. More than ten-thousand years of age, and she had trained her mind and discipline far longer than any native Terran could. She was not one to fall prey to bestial, unbridled desires. Yet the way in which the Doctor ran a hand through the curls on Theresa's head, caressing every corner of her scalp, just begging her to go deeper—

Lips fell free, breath hitching.

The Doctor.

Distant memories of him flowed through the mind. Back when she was a youngling, artificially created in a laboratory by the most brilliant minds of the galaxy, he was the one that taught her of compassion and the values of life. Helped her discover herself. Paved the path to freedom and bestowed her the very name that she held dear.

The closest thing Kal'tsit—AMa-10—had to a father.

Madness.

Biting her lip, the Feline woman's fingers turned into a blur beneath her dress.

What an aching void had he left, with both his departure into millennia-long slumber and Kal'tsit's dedication to his cause. To be worthy of his legacy. To prove herself. Whatever tiny fragments of his presence remained within her body and mind, even something as flimsy as the impression of a once-affectionate gaze, gave her resolve.

Who could blame her for yearning for any resemblance of his former presence, even this sick delusion of a half-imagined affair?

Yes, an overwhelming, embarrassing urge, desperate for a chance to rekindle their special bond and all its facets—both deep and dour and domestic, professional and scholarly. Even if this was nothing but a flimsy, contrived hallucination.

It must be, right?

Kal'tsit's mind grew hazier as her plunging digits gained a vigorous rhythm. Once begun, the motions grew instinctual and easier to match with each repetition. She watched as Theresa suckled his cock as though siphoning precious nourishment from it, and it made her feel no better, fingers wet and slick. Her clit throbbed in an insatiable tempo, an infernal urge that compelled her to give chase to the rising climax. And as the two's affection unfolded before her eyes, she realized how badly she wanted to be right there with them.

Madness!

A mad, lecherous fantasy. Like a woman starved, Kal'tsit's mind conjured the mental image of herself buried neck deep, taking her turn worshiping the man's phallus with unrestrained eagerness, no different from her Sarkaz friend. Letting the smooth sides glide against her tongue. Grinding her nose against his pubic hair with every descent. Getting the chance to fully look upon his eyes, half-lidded and rolling from the stimulation. Glowing silvery lights watching back as his beloved Kal'tsit savored the taste of his cock.

Would he caress her hair as he did before?

By this point, Kal'tsit had drawn so much moisture that the damp slickness bubbled up and around her frantic digits. It made the whole experience as natural as breathing, knowing well that in the midst of this frenzied heat, every part of her, every molecule bound and knit within, would want so, SO very much to get fucked by the Doctor.

To be overwhelmed by the deluge. Her body would bend, contort, and be thoroughly molded in the pursuit of his greatest pleasure. Both as surrogate daughter and creation. Little more than a useful orifice to hold and stroke and gouge him off inside. That would be the blessing. A rebirth to soothe her aching desires and reconnect with all he has bestowed. Then would she be acknowledged.

Renewed. Pervaded. Delivered.

Whatever came after was a small price to pay.

Soon, Kal'tsit sensed her climax reach its breaking point. It was an imminent overspill, every synapse flashing, muscles tense, so close to bursting forth the dam and spill her juices all over the floor. She whined as the Doctor grunted, thrusting forward into Theresa's eager maw and—

That was when the Sarkaz King noticed her presence as she stumbled into view.

Kal'tsit drew a gasp before covering her mouth with the same hand soaked in her own juices. Not unlike Theresa, who also grew pale with shock and fright. Drawing away from the Doctor's cock, her glistening stare now transfixed on her friend and counterpart.

"K-Kal'tsit," Theresa gaped, beautiful even with a face mired by spittle and mucus. "I... We..."

Several moments of awful, dreadful silence.

None spoke.

With great effort, Kal'tsit's lifted her gaze to the Doctor’s face. Flushed and ashamed beyond belief, those damnable greys of his bore straight through her, a familiar sight that drove into her very soul. There was no room for imagination this time. Not with the stench of sex thick in the air.

She felt her mind tilt and fray like an old boat. A cold breeze floated through the hallway, fanning her damp inner thighs.

"Kal."

He rumbled out her old nickname, and the sound hit her in-between her legs.

In an instant, her eyes were compelled to drop down and fixate on the prize abandoned by the pink-haired royalty: his standing member, exposed and swollen from the licentious act, and angled straight towards her like a threat.

No.

Like a promise.

...

If this was madness, then she wanted to swim and drown in it.

Kal'tsit took a step forward.

The moment Kal'tsit sunk to her knees, there were now two familiar pairs of lips on the Doctor's cock.

His teeth ached with the suddenness of it, the sight of that eroticism, an impossible thought and now in reality... Their tongues stilled at first as they regarded each other, pink and green eyes sharp with some shard of understanding, before glancing at him and moving in synchronized tandem.

Few could evoke such depraved desire as the nimble Feline's mouth could, and its intensity went undiminished in his newfound shared pleasure. Kal'tsit, now a grown woman on the surface and far older beneath, no less so.

The sight of her nose nestled between coarse hair and fat cockhead sent sparks racing under his skin, warmth and pressure welling faster than anticipated. Rounded pink lips latched onto him as their hands worked to lather his flesh in her spit, hands so alike as though already acquainted with each other. To his fascination, the white-furred ears in her hair flicked downward with every squelching sound, almost in unison as his hard breaths. As they brushed against his belly, he let his fingers delve into their velvety depths, tweaking them to full attention.

Theresa was not idle in this impromptu contest, for she moved with equal measure of dedication. Slavering on the man's testicles, she sucked each side with ardent eagerness, one at a time, and carefully pressed the thick length with a steady hand. As her skillful tongue darted along his left or right, another hot mouth shifted up and down his shaft, sinking it several inches deep with each swift bob.

He should have been repulsed at the sight of Kal'tsit bearing the same licentious features and expression as her Sarkaz companion. However, to see the same beautiful, austere nature of the person he loved and cherished so thoroughly overpower with the carnal hedonism was both as unnerving and alluring at once.

Though by no means the younger of the three, her lips sucked with such reverence that they retained a fullness her counterpart struggled to maintain. Lime eyes with dilated pupils blinked once. Twice.

Then her lithe, dextrous mouth dove like a striking falcon upon the root.

Unrestrained moans leaked from her occupied lips as they sealed tight, as if sampling a fine spirit from her Doctor's groin. He clenched a fistful of white hair, to which the cat-eared lady mewled in response. The moment his glans slipped into her throat, he heard the Sarkaz King gurgle below.

Theresa suckling on his balls with Kal'tsit stuffing his cock down her gullet—a decadence no other man could have. That he would always hold and never break.

His legs tensed as the heat grew indescribable. The tandem attentions were suddenly at odds, leaving him straddling either edge. They were approaching from a different direction but aimed at the same release. One which the Doctor was sure would tear loose if he did not choose now.

When he pulled Kal'tsit free, she lingered to pepper the tip with little sucks and kitten-licks. Theresa joined her quickly, their faces now smeared with stray pre and saliva, and their long eyelashes fluttering in anticipation.

Whorish, pink tongues curled around his shaft in slippery teases. He ran a hand through Theresa's pretty locks, admiring how much she enjoyed the exchange with her elder, not even a semblance of jealousy. On her other side, the older woman maintained an austere gleam to her eyes, a dignity that threatened to shatter when he yanked both women headlong into his crotch.

For an intense beat, he rutted the lips pressed on either side of him like a makeshift cunt. Their tongues hung out to lavish his ample sacks. Both panted and peered up with wet gasps that bordered on exultant and needy.

After all, what reward awaited the tireless huntresses but the choicest cut for their feast?

He let go of their hair and, like starving creatures, they clambered to feed on his cock. Impossible to name one superior as each took turns fighting for the greatest space. Kal'tsit mounted her face directly against him, thrusting her nose forward while devouring him with zeal. Theresa responded with an affronted noise and latched onto his left with a sucking, urgent tone. He sank deeper into the competing womanhood of his lovers, gripping the back of their heads, and forced Theresa to engage Kal'tsit in a brief but fierce kiss.

In such a desperate moment, pride and stubbornness winked away like crumbling candle flames.

They kissed and licked, longingly and lewdly, before breaking away to dive with newfound ardor. A hand grasped his testicles, squeezing, to stimulate him closer to a final eruption. Another worked his thick and ready cock with desperate pulls, as if attempting to pull out the very milk with a mix of spit and desire. He held fast despite the coming crescendo, that moment when his toes will curl from the inevitable and—

By his instinct, the Doctor pulled free and began to yank himself. They remained in position, watching him fist his slicked shaft with abandon, eyes wide and sparkling.

No telling of who reacted faster, Theresa or Kal'tsit.

His first ropy strands of cum went into the open maws, while white jets spilled across their delighted faces. Receptive as they were, they tilted their heads in maddening synchronization, like animals scenting prey, tongues flattening to bear the Doctor's gift to them. Rivulets went into waiting mouths, down slender necks, between valleys and pillowy mounds. Across lips, tongue, chin, teeth, and the edges of cloudy eyes that couldn't blink in order to track the rain of seed upon them.

Upon a pair of lovely visages, one well-worn, but hardly weathered, and the other still youthful and flushed.

With their faces painted white and eyes rolled upward in mind-numbing satisfaction, they found themselves captivated by their mutual goal, and thus a truce ensued—as well as their acceptance of reality.

Madness.

Of course. Only madness can explain why, after all was said and done, the royalty of the trio reached over to smother the Feline's lips, sharing his flavor like it was the finest wine. Mewling, rolling his cum between their teeth, letting the viscous liquid slip between the corners of their mouths. Even wrapping it around in sinuous trails that broke apart as they delved into each other.

Astonishingly enough, amidst the act, those lusty eyes remained locked on the Doctor. As if it was a show only for him to enjoy, their breathless bodies and wanton tongues worked between strands of seed. When at last they broke apart, his taste lingered between them, a primal necessity in the air that would not be ignored.

As they looked back up at him, both of their expressions held the same unspoken request.

More.

He'd answer it soon enough.

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For the wisest choice they made the whole day, they took things further within the privacy of Theresa's room.

Shifting into place so that their haunches were turned to the Doctor's front, their clothing were already splayed across the floor, leaving firm derrières pushing out invitingly.

Tentative hands wrapped around pert, smooth skin and sunk deeper. Into the very recess of the women’s' ample flesh. He marveled at how it clasped around his fingers even deeper, rippling in response.

Kal'tsit was a being of discipline and restraint. For all her ironclad control, there was no denying the excitement bubbling under a visage of cold calm, just as there was no doubting the burning, almost child-like want in her eyes as looked back over her shoulder. Theresa, on the other hand, was clearly no stranger to his touch. Her practiced obedience only made the sight of her alluringly bare-assed form even more striking and intoxicating.

He never dreamed to think he had such a luck to lie with these two...

Panties descended in a flash. Though similar in shape, it did nothing to conceal the immense difference between its wearers. Thin cloth peeled from clean folds, baring a darker, rouge blossom of lust below. What lay past was the puffy labia, full with the flush of anticipation, all before he sank two fingers to the knuckle.

Theresa gurgled like a fool, Kal'tsit gave a sharp gasp as he hilted the full force of his intrusion within, and in that singular moment, each became drunk on a dream.

Sloshing of fluids, wet of thick juices. Pressing further. Coiling.

The Doctor played with their needy pussies like they were instruments. Made to twitch, shiver, clench, and break. Music without melody. Like those old songs he sang by a river in ancient days. His digits drove at a consistent pace, plunging to brush against little nub or ridged sides or tender channel and wrenched his girls' every thought loose with barely any effort.

Sweet musk and alluring warmth.

He was gentle with Theresa, careful and tender, unlike his earlier motions. Kal'tsit, on the other hand, reveled in the brutal rearrangement of her insides, clamping down at every corner and angle to hold the source of that electric force. They tightened further as he spread and probed deeply, these beautiful women squirming uncontrollably under a gaze of cold steel, one mellowing into subservience, the other in misplaced pride.

When the Doctor tore his damp fingers free, Kal'tsit choked.

That delicious, fleshy pocket now gaped with the worst kind of hunger, a voracious abyss of her own making. A hunger she shared all the same. She ached to be filled, consumed by this monstrous, throbbing thing that sated even its discoverers with both a measure of control and satisfaction.

Satisfaction, and the sweetest sound yet: Kal'tsit keening pleas upon the Doctor to sheathe himself to the hilt.

With their bodies pinned together, he guided his cockhead towards Kal'tsit's wet, bare folds. Even this meager contact made her hips twitch upwards, as if the touch alone proved too much to bear.

"So impatient," he murmured behind his teeth. "A far cry from the Kal'tsit I know."

"For good reason," Kal'tsit groused in return, angling her hips so that just an additional nudge from the Doctor, and they would be joined completely. "Your promise is merely one small part of a much bigger, all-consuming need. After more than ten-thousand years of waiting, I—"

"Then perhaps I should take sweet Theresa first. See if you can wait a little longer."

It was a cruel thing to suggest. While the Sarkaz King trembled to the side upon hearing it, cunt still being prodded by his digits, Kal'tsit herself remained frozen in denial. She would not spend more of her precious age bereft of what she needed, especially after foregoing pleasure for so long.

"...Please."

The answer came the moment he pressed into her pussy and punched a shuddering gasp from Kal'tsit's mouth. There was no gradual ascent. In one abrupt motion, he claimed her as his: fully seated between the tight, untrammeled confines of her passage. The perfect union in that moment. The world boiled down to no more than a single point. His cock stretching her cunt farther than even his fingers dared to go.

Nothing mattered beyond it. No previous loyalties, distinctions, nor even memories, but the sheer weight of its implications and how he split her slit.

Damp, sloppy, and a burning rush of air from her lungs.

An eager, mind-rattling pleasure slammed forth with another sinking of his shaft. Flush-fit against the hilt. One thrust. A dozen more followed. A melody of their flesh colliding together. He picked up the pace, pummeling a more animalistic frenzy into her, fucking in great deep plunges as if their lives depended upon it.

Somewhere within the tumultuous deluge, Theresa found a beauty in the sensuous display, one that compelled her to suck and lick anything that drew close. Fingers, palms, lips, the tiniest stretch of Kal'tsit's midriff bared from thrusting. She would have her own turn in time.

The Doctor snarled with Kal'tsit's name in his grip, hands around her throat and the roots of her hair. Her eyes were rolled to the heavens, spine contorting awkwardly. Pussy made easy meat for his cock, reeling with him through every pulsing moment.

Their unrhythmic gasping was lovely chorus. Not one of harmonious crescendo. Rather, a disparate medley, twining messily at the edges in uncanny duet. Kal'tsit was crying with her pussy, inner muscles trembling with spasms, begging to never depart from her lover. Theresa only whimpered aloud, a distant observer, but oh, how her slit quivered and clenched all the same.

With each hard slap of the Doctor's hips against Kal'tsit's rump, the frenzied squelching grew more distant, further, leaving both women and the Doctor to keen and toss. They shifted as a pair, or a tripartite beast forging something terrible and new, some slavering thing yet to be fully born. Withdrawing so that the barest tip of his member brushed the lips, ready to—

"Fuck me, daddy...!"

Both the Doctor and Theresa froze at the most deviant, unexpected entreaty of all. Kal'tsit herself didn't miss a beat, pushing upward and keeping a tenacious pace as though unaware of the implications she had unraveled.

"O-Oh, please," Kal'tsit groaned, heedless of any awareness save his cock, of which she twisted hungrily, rocking back and forth so that her sweaty curls swayed. "I need you. Fuck your little kitten. Pump my tummy full, breed me until there's no more!"

This was some perverse new step in Kal'tsit's fantasies, a glimpse beneath the layers of aloofness and indifference and cold calculation. The Doctor regarded the pitiable state of this creature; desperate like an animal in heat and sick with need. Just the sensation of her muscles grasping at him seemed enough to send her into uncontrollable shudders, for no more than the warm feeling of being spread wide.

A pair of hands embraced him from behind. Theresa.

"Do it," the Sarkaz whispered into his ear, not a ruler, but a subservient suppliant at his back. "You've already gone this far. It would be cruel to leave her like this, Doctor."

She nodded towards the quivering woman who struggled to maintain a semblance of grace, while impaled at the end of his cock.

The tool he once raised into a person.

Adding another notch to his many, many sins, the Doctor swung forth.

Kal'tsit squealed mindlessly from his renewed attention. Perhaps, in the rational corner of her brain, it would have been disconcerting to see herself like this. Railed by a man she considered a father figure, relinquishing control in its absolute form to the person she respected most. Pushed to the pinnacle of the body she cultivated over the years. Existing as a living, breathing fucktoy. But a fucked-out grin split across her face, the knowledge of her full autonomy lost, while the Doctor buried himself within her one more time.

His thrusts became erratic in the slapping rain of flesh. In and out of her gripping pussy, the walls seemed as ravenous as any living creature. Legs kicked backward in an effort to leverage their frenzied copulation. Like the Doctor's phallus was the only oxygen she needed in the room, a drowning pair. She could hear Theresa peppering his neck with affectionate whispers and little kisses, arms latched around his chest.

The Sarkaz's nimble fingers quickly buried themselves in her own depths at the depravity. Resting her head on the man's shoulder, she took careful note of the rhythm he chose for their esteemed guest, knowing full well they would share this man between them, long after this first encounter.

The thoughts set her lower lips aflame.

Scenes of all manner. Fantasies of the three of them united against the many tribulations of tomorrow, and how a climax would mark a triumph. Moaning, screaming, writhing in a mindless release, whether in quarters or medical chamber or library. Making love between them when they yearned, each taking their due of the Doctor's meaty length with all the tenderness befitting a patient's care.

All three of them would sing happily together, a moment she would hope was forged in their hearts as much as it was in bed.

Kal'tsit was vocal about her approval. The sensation of bearing the full weight of such a man must have unlocked something within. Her voice, far higher and shriller than the King expected, resounded so beautifully with each plunge into her body. There was a particular song when his cock curved upward just so, digging up a tender, secret place, his low growl following suit, that proved itself most a treasure to remember in the future.

"How is she, my love?" she uttered against his nape.

"Tight." His own words came out in ragged breath.

"And every bit worth your time. Please give her the comfort she deserves."

Her fingers cupped the Doctor's chest as he drove forward to draw more of his Feline's keening noises. Each moan from that throat, hoarse with exertion, now an ambrosia. Though her body was almost completely limp, all save for a trembling, rumbling motion reverberating in her core, Kal'tsit responded to him as she always did. Every clamp and squeeze were her answers, the flutter and coil of her muscles rolling between fevered quickness and dreamy, decadent slowness.

"Such a good girl," he croons at last, at the apex of their engagement. "Like always."

Words carried by a hot rush in her cunt, swelling, bursting into little mewls, so unlike any prior guise she had taken in the past. Past the threshold of womanhood, child and mother all the same.

His little kitten.

His.

Kal'tsit released one final, long-held groan as she finally broke. She felt herself come undone around the Doctor's prick. Raw release. Sublime surrender. It was less an eruption as it was a cathartic surge. Something that the mind and body yearned for after so long. An unraveling and remaking.

For his part, he rutted deeper. In and in again, fucking away the loose mess he made of her pussy, which shuddered and begged for him not to leave. The Doctor gave no answer, too focused on his own release and the delicious twitching of her muscles along his girth. Eyes drifted shut as he drove one last push against her ass and at last let loose.

There was small moments after.

Kal'tsit continued to moan as she basked in the spilling of the man's cum in a half-dozen scalding lines. Everything in the recesses of her body clenched, rippled, and dragged to pull him closer, hold him in so that he would never pull free and make her empty. The first taste of the seed was hot and thick, filling like nothing else, so different from the fingers or vibrators that had their turn on her deepest nerves.

Bliss.

All her life, Kal'tsit had fought a unique type of war. Battle raged within as much as from without. Filled with years of bloodshed and sorrow. Vengeance and longing. Yet here she was at her weakest, and it was the perfect serenity that washed over her body, draining the tension in her body in one exquisite, cleansing stroke.

"Thank you..."

She shut her eyes close, slipping away to where there was no worry. No burden nor purpose or meaning, save the warmth spreading within her. Tight, sweet, and binding, as she too fell into a blissful spiral.

"My turn."

Theresa spoke from behind, sultry and insistent. She moved beside her friend's slumbering form, laying on her back, and parted those lovely thighs.

Though he already had quite an adventurous stretch with Kal'tsit, a half hour's labor over the uptight Feline, there was no denying the allure of fresh, willing pussy.

And it was Theresa's, so freshly-bred by none other than himself.

Even without the promise of her slick hole to envelope him and make honey, her hair laid about her in pink threads, eyes shimmering like the twin stars of a sanguine night sky, he might very well have succumbed just to her smile alone.

And so, the Doctor went with her lead and seated himself inside her, grunting in the process from the sheer tightness of her cunt clutching upon his cock.

"Oh, you always fill me so nicely," Theresa mused aloud, pushing forward to whisper, "daddy."

He paused and glared, prompting a giggle and a wiggle that immediately shook him.

"Is that a problem, my Doctor?" Her eyes sparkled as she grasped her tit, a thumb running across the stiff nub that sent shocks beneath her skin. "I did notice how... stimulated you were when Kal'tsit used it, you know?"

He chose to ignore the question. "All of this wouldn't have happened if you weren't so insistent on sucking me off publicly like a whore."

"I also don't remember you minding," she said without a trace of guilt. "And Kal'tsit clearly didn't as well."

A thrust right then proved enough to drive the slightest whimper from her throat.

"B-But that is a can of worms we can open tomorrow, I suppose."

Another rocked her chest like rolling hills, a pleasant rumble that the Doctor wanted to see much, much more of. To experience what his heart so desired, to drink deep from the source itself, so he pressed on. Forward. Driving them closer and closer towards what could not be turned away.

Sex with Theresa always felt like stepping through clouds. He had grown familiar with her pussy many times before, a lovely pocket between her legs, its folds still a match for the fiercest lovemaking. By now, he had learned the many secret contours of the woman's body, where to knead and slap, along which parts to whisper his fervent affections to make her toes curl.

She was beautiful beneath him. Just as beautiful as the first time they became intimate. Even without any proper instruction, Theresa kept up by cupping her breasts, almost embarrassed as she pushed her weight onto pliant flesh.

To their side, Kal'tsit slept on, content with her fill. The mere sight of the woman at peace might have filled him with both adoration and remorse.

All the things she would not give herself. The dreams and freedoms she denied herself for this world's sake. Unless prompted, she spoke little of the trials she undertook on Terra while he was in the sarcophagus. That burden was her own alone. What horrors that poor girl had undergone by his absence alone could only pale to the nightmares this land brought. A goal laid therein. A silent promise to bring some semblance of happiness to the woman he considered a daughter when she was younger.

...A woman he fucked rather thoroughly just now.

Seeking to rid himself of that particular thought and its consequences, he turned his focus back to the matter at hand.

The Doctor's rutting had continued at a brisk pace. Locks of white and pink hair, soaked with sweat, tangled in a frenzy. Theresa's hips raised to meet him, letting the stinging sensation of penetration creep down her spine before the moment when all pleasure congregated into a single point. Spots of wetness spread around as they ground together. Though Theresa had experienced his thrusts so many times before, it never lost the immensity that she would swear could split her cunt right down the middle. The Doctor for his part knew the place to drive it in, and how to bring forth the most wonderful expressions she could make.

Eyes half-lidded and dreamy, but their dark pupils fixed on his frame rocking above and into hers. A shy bite across her lower lip as those twin peaks of her breasts rose with each pant. Tongue gliding to keep her spit from dribbling messily, cheeks dusted by her glowing affection. To hold a woman like Theresa, young and voluptuous, but of a maturity and mind far older than her form, a delicate flower entwined in razor wire, and hear those moans fall from her lips seemed a miracle.

And indeed, it was.

She had begun to roll against him with renewed urgency. An amused twitch upturned the Doctor's lips as she wriggled and bucked beneath, enjoying the way her flesh bounced from his impact. She tightened around his cock in a half-dozen ways: walls pulled taut with a rapid rhythm, her muscles tensing and fluttering through every throe, that narrow hollow flaring as her slick womb tried to gobble him further. He could fuck her forever, or until she cracked and exploded into a chorus, just as his cockhead began to leak past the cusp of her limit.

As he descended with all his weight upon her, she reciprocated by lacing her legs over his back, whispering an unending stream of professions and wet kisses.

"I love you," she crooned softly with half-lidded eyes. "Never leave, my Doctor."

How could he ever?

They drank of the rarefied air, the sweet scents of wine, a heady perfume. All manners of lust had settled upon the pit of his stomach, yet he held her—their union far too sweet for even him to ruin.

The Doctor leaned down to kiss her. Stroke her face. Run his fingers through her locks of pink hair. Her arms. Her shoulders. Everything, soft and lovely and curved in just the right place to stroke and grab, and he went forth with measured reverence.

"I'm close," she uttered into his mouth.

"Me too."

He thrust forward and the rippling was set into motion. Rhythmic, the tide of her flesh reshaping around, enveloping. So eager, so welcoming. From base to crown, and beyond. Hard, fierce, urgent. A storm beyond any cloud, beyond all heavens and everything holy.

The Doctor saw her melt like a snow.

"D-Doctor, please—!"

She lurched. Her ankles rolled like fragile reeds in the wind, anchoring their connection with shuddering force, undulating, demanding. Theresa panted, rolling her eyes in their sockets and begging the Doctor for more.

Such sublime suffering he allowed, for only he had the right to see her so craven, twisted and desperate for his touch. Unalloyed corruption.

'Fuck me. Fuck me. Fill me to the brim.'

Pleas, cries and mewls as soft as rain, a most adored supplication to the man above. Theresa bucked and twitched, undulating her hips upward to bury him deep where there was nothing left to be had but their mutual crescendo. His fingers groped across her breasts and pinched, fondling and caressing as they waited for release.

A flash.

Theresa's back curled upwards like a bowed plank, legs tightening as the flood raged in her body, her body wrenching tight and loose with every shock. They drowned in a wash of pleasure, sweet, searing and terrible all at once, the full girth buried up to the hilt in their cunt gushing its gift. Burst upon burst. Viscous. Hot. Her tongue hung languid and eyes rolling upwards, pussy sating its own ravenous need as it coiled and fluttered and unraveled in sweet, sweet completion.

No greater release was there than unspooling his mind upon her splayed petals. To take to bed a woman the world idolized, as she came undone and squealed his title in a blitz, was an opportunity with almost no equal.

With the seed spilling like magma down the cleft of her cheeks, they listened to each other’s breathing. Her naked body in a quiver, breasts moving with every desperate breath as she laid her hand over his. A moment stretched that none could intrude.

The Doctor sank beside the exhausted pair. Both magnificent women who opened their bodies to his intrusion, a gift beyond anything he could fathom. One of them cuddled up to him, while the other found herself still completely knocked out. Though exhausted himself, the Doctor stared fondly at the sleeping Feline, thoughts whirling even as he drifted into a familiar abyss.

They would have to sit down for discussion after this. Until then, the memories would lie deep.

…

..

.

Somewhere.

Somewhen.

A pair of hallowed diamonds flared.

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"Are... Are you certain that this is the proper position, Your Highness?"

Theresa giggled, patting her friend's raised posterior. "Come now, Kal'tsit. Your 'daddy' has already taken two of your holes—and in quite the degrading fashion too, might I add—and yet you shy away from this?"

The Doctor hid a nervous grin when he saw Kal'tsit peering over her shoulder, ears flattened and emerald eyes glaring in accusation. His cock was mere inches away from penetrating that which no other being in Terra would dare to. At least he found some enjoyment in seeing her stubby tail pointed downward in uncertain submission, like that of a cornered kitty.

The man cleared his throat. "If it means anything, you can change your mind at any time. You know I would never—"

"Do it, Doctor. Stick it in."

He hesitated. "Kal'tsit, I don't think—"

"That isn't the proper word," she growled.

The Doctor stared. "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely."

"...Kitten?"

Theresa snickered to the side, not bothering to hide her amusement. For her part, Kal'tsit only continued glaring, tail twitching erratically.

"Much better," she declared with all the austerity of a monarch. "I assume you won't forget this next time."

Before he could even respond, she wriggled back into her old post, raising her ass, tail swishing with unmistakable glee. The Doctor exchanged a glance with Theresa, one of both confusion and faint panic, and she could only shrug back. Turning her attentions to the Feline, she trailed a finger from nape to base.

"Don't be so stiff, dear," Theresa eased with her lips pressed into the side of her cheek. "You'll enjoy it far more than you expect. Trust me."

Something of the finer sensations must have returned to the Doctor at the sight of her submissive form, with how she eagerly presented her final port of entry. No semblance of elegance or grace here, merely naked desperation to be rutted by the Doctor.

Grunting as he realigned his dickhead with her unbreached fundament, he made no preamble in adding a third new hole of his darling Kal'tsit's body to add onto his conquests. He felt a sharp shove, her sphincter not so easily relinquishing her dignity despite the preparations of spittle and fingers. A guttural, agonized whine strained its way through clenched teeth.

Just a moment's pause was sufficient to let their breathing roil together, a brief enough intermission for Theresa to lean up and kiss his brow. "It's all fine, love. Do go slowly until Kal'tsit's a bit more ready. I'll make sure she feels perfectly comfort—"

"O-Oh—!"

For one, he had his cock in deeper, length slowly sinking between hot, firm cheeks. Buried to half-mast within the puckering rim. Spines bristled and trembled. Kal'tsit was stiff, choking back her yelps and a shame that she didn't want to embrace, a grimace twitching over her features. She drew a mewling breath and swallowed past her lust, eyelashes fluttering, the pleasure spreading on her face foreign.

Theresa sent a frown his way. "I told you to be gentle, Doctor. She may be comfortable around you, but her body is unprepared."

"That... That was me," Kal'tsit confessed with a reddened face and watered-out eyes. "Contractions."

Her body responded like it was starved to be filled from behind. It felt impossibly tight, but Kal'tsit was stretching along the length of his prick, the clench loosening only in spurts. The air filled with the thick scent of sweat, her body jarring with every push, yet her eyes screamed delirious approval with every additional inch. A sly grin crossed the Sarkaz's face before pressing her lips against Kal'tsit, using tongue and hand alike to goad her further.

They waited till Kal'tsit relaxed around him and she began to adjust. Inch by steady inch, each a burst of pressure, his presence in this forbidden hole slowly sunk home. A little further, then pulled back. Brief thrusts into her hindquarters, each a measure less harrowing for its owner. In short order, the Doctor buried his cock into the depths of Kal'tsit's ass.

...Well, that's a thought.

The man almost laughed, before holding it back and snapping his hips forth, drawing a squeak from Kal'tsit's lips. Not the most becoming of sounds, true, and it did go rather high, akin to something of a kitten's—well, never mind. It worked well enough, and the Doctor grew to live with it.

Sinking deep. Gut-deep. Into Kal'tsit's depths. A hot passage coiling with welcome pleasure, so much so that his mind could not wrap fully around the fact that this woman, whom he raised and cared for many, many years ago, was being fucked by him in a way that was not altogether wholesome or moral.

Such depravity would never have worked, or even occurred to him, if not for the slight touch of Theresa's suggestions. The Sarkaz would kiss him in the morning, their session in the evening, with the quiet admission—rather off-handedly—that they could perhaps try out some new things in their... activities with Kal'tsit.

He was starting to suspect the Sarkaz was not the one to conjure the idea herself, only pass it on.

A clench around his shaft brought him back to focus on the depravity, his cock disappearing and reappearing out of Kal'tsit's asshole at a speed she couldn't help but keen with desire. Every pump filled her deepest recesses. The squelching where her ring tightened around his cockhead, her body fighting the retreat, wanting to keep his presence there and squeezing at every second.

It felt familiar and unfamiliar all at once. So shamefully dirty, but so strangely euphoric at the same time.

Theresa witnessed their union with no small amount of delight, her own hand playing between her loins to their shared display. She ran her fingers up and down her pussy, palm rubbing at her clit in circles. On occasion, they dipped into the depths of her hole, but most of her attention was drawn to Kal'tsit—who appeared similarly rapt, moaning and writhing as her ass was taken—while the Doctor took pleasure from the incessant pinch around his member.

"Does it feel good, Kal'tsit?" Theresa queried aloud with an affectionate stroke over her mussed, tangled mane. "Losing your anal virginity to someone you've known since you were a child, if I might add."

Even if it stung ever so slightly to have someone intrude on their bond, the woman felt there was no small amount of allure in sharing this man, especially with her beloved friend.

Glazed eyes lingered at her, the fur of her ears reddening further as she pushed against the Doctor's thrusts, her snug cheeks parting deeper around the pole. Her next few words were a harsh whisper, not quite used to being so degraded, even when nude and presenting her rump for the Doctor's delight, but some matters came prior to her pride.

"P-Plow my asshole, daddy," she gasped hoarsely, grinding on the Doctor's length as he entered it, again and again. "Breach it as deep as you can. Make me submit, make me accept, take me—"

Though Kal'tsit thought the noises were unbecoming of any person, she bit her lip to choke down on them. She almost wished to bite her tongue off, yes, anything to never speak such crude-tongued verbiage again, or risk facing whatever deity may judge her for her hedonism.

Worst still, she grew wet, even as she struggled to accept the debauched demands she herself uttered. This beastly intercourse left her tingling inside. This filthiest of acts, performed with the one whom she had first acknowledged as father.

The Sarkaz turned her interest to Kal'tsit, then. Almost immediately, she placed a loving kiss on her lips, drawing her into a tender caress, one that both calmed and inflamed her heart.

"Love him," Theresa whispered with gravitas unmatched. "Love him as I do, Kal'tsit, and he will bring down stars for you."

Words which bore truth. As if she didn't already know.

The Doctor reached a hand forward and splayed his palms across her rump. Fingers sinking into flesh, seeking purchase to shift his partner. They clamped down like iron manacles. Kal'tsit sucked in another breath, that wonderful cock stroking her deepest places with no more effort than a breeze parting tall grass.

Then he smacked her ass.

Kal'tsit's body jolted, spiking electricity down her spine in a burst that shook her to her core. Every limb jolted and grew rigid with sudden tension, pussy squeezing hard around nothing. Nothing prepared her for the sensation of a handprint hot and searing in the center of her behind, or the tidal wave of carnal bliss that coursed through her head in a muddled frenzy.

His voice rang harsh in the room, though the cadence was not one of ill will. "You liked that, didn't you?"

Tension that flooded her nerves. Muscles winding up ready to kick, and an ache building and bearing down into her chest. What a situation to be in, to be hit like some recalcitrant girl in need of discipline, instead of being one of Babel's proud leaders. As if she wasn't waging a war in the heartlands of Terra, measuring the fate of countless lives in every possible action. An embarrassment to herself for all her efforts in shaping the world's history.

And all of it felt so terribly right!

"More, daddy," Kal'tsit huffed, the thrill of forbidden intimacy bubbling beneath her skin. "Please."

"Pathetic little kitten," Theresa cooed beside her, taking care to massage her reddened cheek, "begging to be disciplined like a wretch. Perhaps you should try putting up more of a fight next time, make our lover work for it?"

Kal'tsit wanted to whine, but then Theresa kissed her, tongue circling her mouth, and the thought sloshed from her mind like water through an open grate. The Doctor continued reaming her ass, smacking her buttocks in the space between, and her fingers twitched with mindless fervor in their captivity.

The Sarkaz King pulled away with a pleased smile, moving to offer the same comfort to the Doctor himself. Lips latched around his ear, nibbling, sucking, painting him with her affection. As one whose place was among the most well-loved in his heart, Theresa did not hesitate to affirm that devotion with a soft utterance of "I love you."

Every day, she never failed to repeat the exact same phrase at least once.

Invigorated, his thrusts grew in speed, a renewed energy to pursue this union. To his surprise, Kal'tsit had begun rising to meet each blow, wedging their hips together with growing enthusiasm. Slapping, messy sounds and a hot stickiness enveloped all, a scintillating rush that drew groans and high-pitched moans alike from the party.

The Sarkaz felt herself unable to resist the burgeoning high. Cunt abuzz, her hand swiftly dropped south, massaging her clit and pumping inside the wet hole in search of those same pleasures they did. Hot, damp muscle enveloped her fingers, walls gripping at the lengths like an overeager pup. They tightened impossibly around each intrusion, a squelching racket that slopped in time with the pair furiously having sex on her own bed.

"Good kitten. Just take me like that," the Doctor grunted, the slap of her sweat-slicked flesh over her tight body ringing after each thrust into her asshole. "Like how mommy is pleasing herself right in front of us, watch her fuck her little cunt with her fingers."

"Y-Yes, daddy!" she croaked. "Anything you say, as long as you don't leave me anymore—!"

"Am I hearing that properly? My little kitten is only satisfied when I'm breaking her butt in two?"

"Only for your use, daddy. My... My holes were made for you and you alone."

To be filled by him, yes, that was her calling. To give of herself and leave herself a mess. Once it might have seemed so terrible to part with her dignity. Now her only regret was not finding him sooner, claiming what could be theirs.

Theresa felt a bit of awe in how swiftly the two fell into their roles, fingers idly dipping into herself. Never mind the fact that Kal'tsit was far older than her in truth, perhaps they could further explore and incorporate this 'mommy' dynamic later on.

Honestly though? Her dear friend Kal'tsit may have some parental issues that need to be addressed soon.

Still, Kal'tsit didn't seem to mind at all, eyes rolling into her head as that backside was hammered raw. Her lovely ring stretched to accommodate the Doctor's steady girth, and yet kept sinking further inside, sending ripples up her spine every time he thrust in with force, leaving her dizzy and mindlessly mumbling to herself.

"I'm getting close," he grunted in warning.

Kal'tsit pulled her head out of the boudoir, pupils wide and dilated and staring right at his face over her shoulder. Gathering all the saliva she could—which was quite a lot—she swallowed audibly.

"Inside, Daddy," she implored, licking her lips again. "Cum inside my slutty little kitten butt, ple—!"

At that final, unfinished word, the Doctor's body shivered in pleasure and he buried his cock to the hilt, every bump of his dick pulsing with life as he released the load into Kal'tsit's submissive rosebud. The Feline whimpered and moaned as she felt the unfamiliar pressure of being creampied into her rectum, like thick, warm magma gushing into the back of her tunnel.

The heat spread quickly, a shock that traveled up her core in sudden swells, the Doctor's cock driving forth deeper in short, frenetic thrusts. It mixed with the cool air rushing into her well-worked anus from his exit, and sent an exhilarated tremor throughout her thighs.

Bursts of hot, creamy, seed painted her guts with each twitch, and her own release came in a sudden wash from her pussy, running down her snatch and dripping from her clit and folds.

As her holes clenched and sucked with eager want, Kal'tsit wailed her delight.

To her side, Theresa's own moans had led into a pealing crescendo, spastic bucking broken by a powerful series of twitching in her limbs, cheeks gleaming like rubies and lips pursed in an adoring, unearthly exultation. All done with her fingers ramming into her pussy, an unstoppable flood that ran to the tip of her digits and pattered onto the bedspread.

Eventually, this cacophony ran its course, like all others, till the bed only heaves with a steady rise and fall of their chests. The Doctor pulled himself free of the Feline's lower orifice with a loud pop, his leftover spunk drooling across Kal'tsit's bright red asshole. A small trickle left the divot it had breached, pooling in thick strings against her supple rear before dissolving.

He would've spent a few moments catching his breath, but that was made difficult by the lithe limbs of Kal'tsit which hastily looped themselves around his neck and waist, dragging him into an embrace. Theresa joined soon after, trailing kisses along the length of his sides as she shuffled over to the loving pair. Their skins tingled against each other, almost like eels.

"I love you," Theresa whispered again.

"I do too," Kal'tsit voiced, though with a noticeable waver to it.

The statement made a lump lodge in his throat. Kal'tsit's words were sincere. They always were. But right here, right now... he could not help but imagine this the perfect sort, the kind to bring the happiest of endings.

One that simply does not last forever.

Whatever the case, he surrendered his fears to the back of his head. They were too far in to grow anxious now.

If this was a final bliss he could enjoy with them, then at least the years gone would be given proper reunion, a hope made real in the arms of two women that he cherished more than he ever thought possible.

Yes, if he could not make this last, he would simply cling to this memory, no matter what.

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While waiting for their shared lover to arrive, Theresa and Kal'tsit find themselves 'warming' each other up in their impatience.

"Goodness, old friend," the Sarkaz marveled, pushing a hand deep into the Feline's slit, "as soft and sweet as a spring day, and as wet as Siesta's waters."

Kal'tsit scrunched her nose but said nothing, a soft sigh leaving her frame when Theresa pressed forward and wrapped lips around a cherry-streaked nipple, grazing the sensitive flesh with her teeth. A tingling jolt sprang from her teat, a pleasant ache that still wasn't as good as the fullness she relished with Theresa pumping her digits right through her entrance, scraping past her fleshy, moist ridges, bringing an obscene squelch forth with every single stroke.

"Just hurry... a bit more, please," Kal'tsit begged, shuddering at the mere thought of the Doctor seeing the Sarkaz playing with her.

"So frigid. So commanding," the monarch gibed, pulling back to lap at her ear, tongue coiling round its edge. "Need I call upon your 'Daddy' to wilt your stubborn streak once more?"

Even when teasing, the smile lacing Theresa's lips spoke of a tenderness so easily fathomable. Still, that she mentioned the Doctor stirred a ripple in her core, as if the very thought of the man added another helping of sluggish lubricant.

"Oh my! That squeeze... You have quite the need for our man," Theresa laughed, huffing her disbelief. A particularly well-aimed thrust of her fingers drew an eruption of squeaks. "Or is it his control over you that you have long-carved a place for, like I?"

She was going to hit too close to home with that.

"Who knows," she responded, refusing to meet those pink orbs. "Either way, he is ours."

An understanding blossomed between them. The Sarkaz King only chuckled, sending a pleased buzz beneath the Feline's skin, driving yet more keening from her throat.

"He was mine first," the woman declared, suddenly turning in for a kiss, intertwining their tongues. Kal'tsit returned in kind, their forms seeming to merge into a singular entity, lithe curves falling into softer ones, just a mess of flesh and mewls. "But he can be yours as much as he is mine."

For a brief instant, Kal'tsit felt compelled to correct her. To reveal there was another before both of them. One whose claim sat high above their own, a sainted name kept in sacrosanct. From beyond the ages, echoes of days lost crept.

But it would not be right to disturb a moment of peace, even if she wasn't able to do so in the first place.

The next few minutes was a blurry sequence of pleasure that rang in her head. She felt her body arch against her will in a mindless frenzy of emotions. Subjugation—but not one wrought by brute force or undue power. Only a sense of familiarity she thought long dead.

Soon enough, she finds herself eating out the pink-haired woman, fingers knuckle-deep into her own cunt.

"A queen well-served," Theresa commented with half-lidded delight, not belying the humiliation within her. Eyes of pink, pinker than she could ever remember them being, gazed down at her. "Keep going, dear. I'm hoping for the good Doctor to stumble into his kitten being so very naughty."

In response, Kal'tsit dragged her tongue around her nether lips, fingers coiled and squeezing, sending maddening reverberations up her core. Mewling, she peppered kisses over the puffy folds. Theresa's thick fluids flooded her mouth with a sweetness akin to nectar. All she could do was shiver and moan.

Theresa moaned sweetly, sucking her lower lip between her teeth and tilting her head to glance between her breasts, down her smooth belly, where she observed with keen fascination. A hungry fascination, on how her pussy squeezed and pulled on the tongue invading its caverns, offering up the nectar it did have with a renewed stream.

They fell against each other, a clash of chests and mouths, mounds rubbing against mounds, fingers exploring beneath to caress and tease. Hot and slick and wet. A slow dance to their own rhythm, an oscillating back-and-forth like wave upon wave, drawing the sea to every shore. Temptation clung to every inch of their forms. Curves fitting alongside curves. A longing few things could assuage.

"I need to be fucked," Theresa hissed, gliding the flat of her tongue against Kal'tsit's. "Where is that man? I know he is quite busy, but he must—Oh."

'Oh,' indeed. For in the far side of her quarters, a figure leaned against the door in silence, smiling at the scene before him. The two women grew alight with desire and joy, at his entrance, their nakedness no longer only theirs to witness.

"Did you enjoy the show, my darling Doctor? Our dearest Kal'tsit was all aflutter about it," the Sarkaz woman seductively inquired. "I... trust you don't mind that we've been sampling ourselves without you?"

Still, the woman did not pause her ministrations, nipping along Kal'tsit's neck. The green-haired Feline squirmed under both her and the Doctor's attention, fighting down the urge to beg for him to take her first. It did nothing to help the slick, sopping noises her pussy made as Theresa ran fingers back through her folds, petting those velvet curtains, thumb circling through her entrance and coming away clean.

"Of course not. The two of you would've satisfied yourselves on your own if you weren't holding back for me," he replied with a dismissive hand, only for mischief to slip into his grey eyes. "Perhaps I should leave you to it, then. I am feeling rather spent today and—"

A whine from Kal'tsit and a snarl from Theresa put an end to that half-formed thought.

With a dramatic sigh, the Doctor slowly removed his many layers of clothing as his two lovers settled onto the floor. Kneeling down, they eyed the unveiling of his body with carnivorous greed and palpable lust, a most admirable display. By the time he stood nude, cock twitching before them, they shuffled closer together and forward. Hungry for it.

"Your women are famished today, Doctor," Theresa simpered, tongue running her lips, before shifting to glare into Kal'tsit's emerald hue. "Isn't that so?"

"Quite, Your Highness," the Feline mouthed, glancing at his erect phallus from the corner of her eyes.

The last traces of dignity abandoned him. He could only grit his teeth. Then Theresa's face, then Kal'tsit's, bent nearer and nearer to his manhood. The Sarkaz gave the glistening tip a quick, open-mouth kiss, licking her lips and giggling as if stealing away her favorite candy.

"Please fuck us good, my heart," she cooed. "There is only so much fooling around with each other that we're content with."

"Yes, daddy. Fuck us good. Fill me full of your cum again," Kal'tsit chimed in without missing a beat. "Don't think this matter finished, either. We may need more later."

Finally, warmth drew around the Doctor's length. That mouth—Theresa's—engulfed it fully, gently pinching her lips around it as if smooching it to her. Not even the heat of her spittle mattered when compared to how her love resonated in tender strokes, with her tongue along his shaft, coiling around his sensitive spot as if learning to find the nub again.

When she found her footing, the Feline joined the fray in a different manner. Kal'tsit cupped the Doctor's balls with a delicate hand, thumb stroking and teasing his scrotum while her free palm groped Theresa's rear. Her digits circled his sack, prying him for his gift. She slicked his ball-sack and inner thighs over with her tongue, leaving a sticky mess of juice and spittle alike behind. All the while, the Doctor groaned.

"Noisy. Filthy," the Queen's lips pulled back along his prick with her adoration, gazing up at him with those dazzling pink eyes. "Could it be we need to put a kitten on a chain?"

Then she swooped down to suck him back again. She drew him deep, like she did so often in their bed, easing his length up her throat without faltering an inch, filling her airways with his scent and taste. Her head bobbed sluggishly, not bothering to build speed just yet, still accustoming herself with this presence, the weight, the texture, as Kal'tsit did to his sack.

The Doctor could only thread his hand through her hair, holding her in that moment. A touch that conveyed exactly his need.

At some point, one or both of the two became competitive, for there was a small fit of gagging—Kal'tsit's—and bitten moans—Theresa's—before returning to pleasuring the Doctor's spear in unison.

Lips. Tongues. Soft. Crushing. One moment, he felt Kal'tsit's clamping right around his cock, in the next, an errant squeeze of Theresa's throat along the base. Sometimes Kal'tsit would force the head of his cock right down the Sarkaz's soft uvula while her hair was lightly yanked back, provoking her to choke and gasp. Other times, the Sarkaz would lurch to the side, yanking herself out only to forcefully push into Kal'tsit's parted lips and overwhelm her with the musky taste of his dick.

It seemed that more than an erotic act, it was a struggle to play for dominance over the right to swallow him down. With neither willing to let go, they almost chewed on his cock, never without saliva, never without sweet exhalations—but harsh and bile, nonetheless. They struggled and fought and spat and kissed to prove who had the right to receive, though the Doctor felt nothing but delicious agony. They were more vicious to themselves than they were to him, tearing their mouths away from his shaft to lap it clean with such raw hunger and need.

All the while, there was a battle of wills beneath the grope of a hand; that of Kal'tsit's exploring the Sarkaz King's wet labia. It wasn't a contest of force, simply a duel of fingers between sodden privates. The Feline glided the pads of her hands back and forth with long, hard strokes, drawing a slick mess across their inner thighs. Ebbing, flowing like water, the Feline's fingers tugged Theresa's petals down and spread her cunt to her view, revealing a glossy pink hole just as aroused and starved as her own.

The Doctor lost himself to the warmth, enraptured by the ebb and flow. Thoroughly surrounded by mouths and cunts, there was very little he could to answer, except to take charge and dominate their bodies in kind, and relinquish himself into their beautiful forms.

So he pushed his own hands down to their crowns, prompting his lovers to look upward. Meeting them, he saw the same haze that clouded his own judgment. It was a lust so shameless and debased and sinful that one could only lower oneself from so much debauchery. The sight was clear for all to see, now, when he brought their lovely faces down to rub into his cock, smothering their senses with his sex.

They shuddered, each an animal unable to suppress their whine and delight. Like beasts in heat, they thrusted and writhed as he brought them down into his crotch, using their cheeks as cushioning for his swollen shaft and balls, lovingly grinding their faces with the heft of his genitals. The sensation was remarkable, a maddening fog in and of itself. It did not seem to matter that their eyes were pinched close or their lips squeezed shut—not that he didn't open them anyway.

In the warmth he reveled, and within the warmth they shared.

Eventually, he pulled back to seat himself on the edge of the end, forcing the two to scramble after him lest he leave them starving.

Only for the Doctor to commandeer the moment and reestablish his control.

"I want both of your tits on either of me."

"Of course, Doctor," one purred, lips crooked with hunger.

"Anything you wish me to do," the other complied, eyes glittering with glee.

It was a strange thing. Both Theresa and Kal'tsit had breasts that were on the more modest side when in their usual attire, but had slightly more heft to them when undressed. It must be a constriction of sorts. And somehow, they had appeared even larger—bustier, rather—when the Doctor's rod was encased between.

The feeling was an impossible blend, a furnace hot in temperature and a silken mess in texture. Hot sweat-coated orbs were ground firmly upon each other, their owner squishing their bosoms and smacking them flat. The Doctor's manhood sat a castle entrapped by two pairs of hills, which pushed into him with equal measure. They heaved upwards at a steady pace, then ground up in a tidy looping fashion, ending by grinding their teats into the underbelly of his shaft. Over and over. Two heads peering out from beneath cleavage at once, shifting from one to the other in a show of perfect balance.

"Such lovely, heavy tits," The Doctor praised with a hearty slap. "If only you could massage me like this all day."

The duo blushed, taking turns to cup and press themselves into him, cooing about how this cock was too much for them, too much of a blessing, why couldn't he spoil their pussies and rumps all the time?

In a show of mercy, the two ceased and bent their lovely mouths to envelope the head of his throbbing cock between their lips, two pink flowers engulfing the rose held within. Tongues swirled round the sides, slick and teasing in passing. Kal'tsit whimpered especially as their tastes mingled together, his meat permeating their breath, making it a messy affair.

His load would be fired inside her soon enough. She was waiting for it. Wanted it, however long the wait might be. Wanted it always.

As for Theresa, her pink locks swung and swayed, brushing and pressing against him with her effort, then billowing aside with the next suck. She was vigorous and dutiful—desperate, even—as she kissed and mouthed away at the first inches of his cock. Tits were grasped not to please, but to have something firm that kept her anchored as her body swam against the torrent.

The two women then stared straight up, eyes unfocused, almost drugged, and surrendered to the Doctor's cock.

It was enough of an erotic sight to make him erupt.

Squeals. Wet sputters and hungry swallows. Not a single drop went to waste, not a single milliliter refused its fate and death. Neither hesitated to partake from his bursting spire. Cheeks hollowed and saliva drooled as they sucked and milked his hardness. Creamy titflesh squeezed tight, only making the twitching length easier to manipulate. They brought him to the limits of stimulation until his seed could come no more. Not a single pause. Not a single second in reprieve. Not that the Doctor could ever complain.

When it was all done, Kal'tsit drew the Doctor's glans into her mouth, cleaning him with care, giving every hint of respect she could as she lapped away the slippery remains of their escapade.

"I... I still expect a lot more from you, Doctor," the Feline insisted at his questioning brow. "I have an inkling that my share shares my sentiments as well."

"Indeed. The night is still young," came the languid voice of Theresa, a dreamy haze settling on her features. Her eyes sparkled. "More, Doctor. We want more. As much as you can give, beloved."

Who was he to refuse?

Much to Theresa's dismay, Kal'tsit was chosen to be rutted first. As a consolation, the Feline would please the monarch with her tongue whilst the Doctor mounted her behind, an offer the Sarkaz couldn't refuse.

And here they were.

Kal'tsit whined into the muff she was lavishing, spurring the Doctor to thrust harder, earning a lovely moan that only served to heat his groin. From behind, her soft, round ass swallowed his length with just the right tightness, hot and wet as a feverish summer. The slow drag of her pussy, contracting deliciously around his cock made his heart race. Those cheeks clenched and shuddered, as if unsure whether to speed up or slow down the fucking. All that and not a single thought in her head.

Theresa hissed something unintelligible that Kal'tsit couldn't hear, though her eager mouth quickened its pace nonetheless. For now, the monarch was content to hold Kal'tsit's gaze as the Feline's nuzzling ate her sex, working that sweet pussy with fervor. Theresa was trying her best to chase her own pleasure as well, playing at her breasts and tracing the toned lines of her belly. She knew just where to tease, grazing the pebbles of her tits and tugging them softy, drawing out a gasp.

Kal'tsit felt different than usual. Softer. Those muscles, always firm with tension, now slack, yielded everything for him. Some part of her recognized his entry, welcoming him in open arms. Heat and friction, tingling flesh—hers, or was it his own? She couldn't tell, couldn't decide. Her passage was so narrow, slick, and hot that it left the man breathless, as if his cock had been plunged straight into a volcano, enveloping the entire length in lust. It took his being all it could draw from it, squeezing and sucking his shaft every step it plunged in.

"What a good little kitten."

Kal'tsit could only furiously burrow her head into Theresa's crotch, as if punishing her with rough mouthing, drawing hissing moans from her throat. The Sarkaz raked through those white tresses and wrapped her thighs tight. All the while the Doctor reamed Kal'tsit's pussy, fucking faster, harder. Inching deeper into that most intimate fold of her femininity, claiming it as his own.

More and more and more.

Nothing could've prevented the pressure mounting at the base of his length, nor the contractions of that sacred warmth he was within.

In the depths of his concentration, a flash, a glance. A Sarkaz King looking his way. A pink jewel with swirling hearts glittering as bright as the first glimmer of dawn. That dreamy sigh.

Hunger like no other. It echoed an inner starvation, a need for sustenance. So it was within him that rose a frenzy of carnal want. A mindless drive that drove lust and desire forth from his base desires, without a glimmer of sympathy nor the touch of rationality.

So the Doctor pulled back a hand and promptly smacked his palm upon one exposed rear cheek.

A muffled squeak was drenched by the loud clap, followed by the laughter of the pink-haired woman facing his direction, amused at the small display of discipline and knowing his attention was for her to spend just as much.

"Careful, my heart," Theresa teased, mewling as the tongue on her cunt brought her closer and closer to release, "else you may make Kal'tsit squirt over your feet."

His pounding of said Kitty's kitty never diminished. No, not even as his pulse throbbed with hot blood, his cock burying itself hilt-deep into the submissive hole. It seemed as if its folds had been sewn with sheer tightness, molded specially to the shape of his member. Her walls hugged every line, every vein in that bulky thing, caving inward with the effort, though keeping tight enough to stimulate the entirety of his sensitive length.

His pace had been brisk, their hips meeting at a thunderous impact. Each blow pried and stretched Kal'tsit's cavern, knocking a slight bounce into her body. In return, an exquisite soreness bloomed and warmed, enriched every further thrust into her bud. His pistoning of her clenching insides wrung a symphony of pathetic whines into his ears, muffled as they may be thanks to her performance of mouth-to-pussy to their dear King.

A high-pitched screech wrung out the crotch she was buried in and Kal'tsit withdrew, taking a much-needed breath as she rested her sweat-coated cheek into the milky thigh's cradling her chin. Tongue thrusting across her flushed lips, tasting what lingered.

"Our precious kitten is an eager mess, hmm? Were you that parched?" Theresa goaded, stroking the Feline's mane.

Were Kal'tsit's body and will entirely her own, she would have protested and lashed. As it were, she could only find herself a part in their play, reduced to the role of a famished kitty. And so she crooned out a dainty purr, licking her lips.

"For you, Your Highness, for you," she declared before sealing her lips around the Sarkaz's nether ones, kissing her quim with fierce ardor.

Eventually, her ministrations were met with approval as Theresa squealed and gushed and shuddered with renewed vigor. Naked-teased nipples squeezed between Theresa's fingers, a futile attempt to steady the tidal waves of bliss threatening to sweep her off-balance. They sent jagged spasms through her abdomen as Kal'tsit shoved her head into the flesh beneath her, delving deeper into the pink-haired woman's sex. All the while the Doctor kept the Feline's pussy parted, ramming into it with force, making sure she could feel every inch and groove of his girth.

The air became musky and sweet. The heat emanating from their writhing bodies swirled like a desert, suffocating. Drowning in pleasure. All three were a mesh of tangled limbs and sweltering skin, clashing in lust and love. Moans became a cacophony as their pace only intensified, a concert of wanton exultation. They were a constant feedback loop, a steady build, building and building until their cries turned hoarse and their loins a heated mess.

In miraculous timing, all three climaxed in unified gasps and squeals and wheezing.

The Sarkaz King let out adoring praises between ragged breaths, voice raspy, almost dream-like in her high. In front of her, the Doctor threw his head back to roar as the Feline's contractions grew stronger, seeding that needy kitty with full loads. Kal'tsit herself is caught mid-release, writhing uncontrollably in their grasp as if an electrical current had set her nerves alight, squeezing Theresa's legs tight.

It took moment for the mist to clear, to catch some of their breaths.

When it passed, all that remained was their afterglow.

The King was the first to slip off the bed and stand. She staggered onto wobbly legs with a grimace, dripping wet, shaking as if she were a newborn calf stumbling through a blizzard. Her toes strained against the carpeted floor, and for a moment, it seemed she would simply have no hope of ever standing, let alone taking a single step without crumbling.

It was through sheer will alone that she manages to do so. Then again, the Lord of Fiends was quite known for her steadfast will, which was most commendable, that her resolve would carry her until it did not.

Unfortunately, Kal'tsit was not so lucky.

Soaked in sexual fluids from both ends, the taste of her friend's arousal thick in her throat and her pussy full to the brim with the Doctor's seed, the Feline collapsed on the edge of the bed with nary a thought. Heaving, she braced herself against the plush mattress, face pressed into the sheets and rear reared out and held on full display, showcasing the mess dripping down her chin and the sticky white clinging and congealing along her cunt lips, where a great deal of it seemed to have been sealed from an insurmountable source. The mere prospect sent her mind alight in rapture, one she knew should have felt shame but could not help savor.

There was no pleasure like this, no bliss greater.

The Doctor stepped back and turned to Theresa, cock still bobbing about, glistening with Kal'tsit's froth. Through his hazy vision, he saw her slide a hand down her groin with that roguish smirk she donned while giddy with affection. Stray trickles of her juices flowed freely down her legs, reignited in an instant by his gaze.

There was no thought, only a serene blankness in his head that permitted him to step forward and say two words:

"Mating Press."

Theresa blinked.

"Wha—"

Theresa gurgled as she was being demolished into the bed, knees having reached her shoulders and then some.

Her legs kicked about in a delirious affair. The Doctor's face was stone-cold as he gripped her meaty calves, holding them in place, ensuring there was nowhere for her to go. No, she was wholly subjugated by the mighty force of his fuck, by the ravenous hammering of his manhood. A force that set the Sarkaz trembling.

His prick drove deep into her cavern, lancing into her core, far more familiar than anyone yet no less disarming. It clove her open, each impalement giving way to a burning ecstasy that left her choking and spluttering. The sheer strength behind those savage strikes was threatening, a blow akin to the wrath of a mythical dragon with its scales, an endless deluge of tingles that tensed her thighs as much as it made her arms sag. Her body couldn't choose whether to contract or slacken, rendering her barely able to cling to the slivers of her sanity.

Kal'tsit sat back to observe her creator's ravishing of the woman. Through tear-soaked eyes, Theresa gazed at the Feline who frolicked with her well-used cunt as she was mercilessly fucked.

Unable to speak coherently, the Sarkaz King could only garble. Vibrations rattled her insides and shook her bones. Eyes rolling towards the ceiling, her world descended into a blur as the pounding pushed and pushed and pushed.

'Mating press,' he called it. As if he intended to give sweet Amiya a younger sibling to dote over. In his current frame of mind, the Doctor might consider just that, she mused. Truly, only a man as virile as he could fuck the mind from a woman's head. Only a man as powerful as he could debase a King.

And he was quite the prolific man, having done the unthinkable.

...

With a growl, Theresa shook her head, an effort that rattled her world. Pain and pleasure blended within her fogged head, her every nerve lighting up and igniting in bursts. The Doctor did not stop, for one would not put an ax to a man who seeks to make use of the power that coursed through him.

No, not at all.

Those thoughts made the Sarkaz gurgle and heave. Fucking her open, her sex conformed around the thick shaft that struck deep inside her, making her wail. His starlit eyes stayed upon her squirming and thrashing all the while.

She weakly choked.

Darkness encroached on her vision.

A sensation, then, pulsed in her womb. That of a heat that began to swirl within. The Doctor growled into her ear as a soft yet harsh warmth overflowed his lower body. Once, twice. More, as he thrust harder, and she found herself trying to draw some sense out of the chaotic soundscape that filled her very consciousness. A drumming within her head—her heart?

Muted beats sounded as if from a great distance. Thump, thump, thump, came their rhythm. Ragged breaths. Whines, whimpers, groans. Flesh meeting flesh.

A voice.

"Cum."

And Theresa screamed.

The Sarkaz arched her back, convulsing beneath her Doctor as a hurricane came and rocked her world with white and stars and sheer ecstasy. Eyes rolled back, skin growing hot and sweaty, tongue a desperate lick-flinging thing. Searing threads burned their ways across her conscious as she became a mere bundle of nerve endings and raw electricity. Her pussy became a warm cavern for his, substance, massaging the shaft, practically sucking it. Trying its hardest to pull him in further. Her cervix gave little resistance as his cock's fat glans pressed into it. Twitching wildly, it found a new home within her depths. She jolted as it prodded against her womb's entrance, almost daring it to claim it as well. There was no need to try and resist his intrusion, her body still locked in climax, all a delightful aphrodisiac blur. Her womb drank the hot, sticky warmth that the glans spat, every burst setting her skin alight, one that was renewed with every undulation of his length.

The deluge was nothing short of a miracle, for it sent her consciousness tumbling into an unknown realm, one of rapture beyond imagination.

As the Doctor's cock drew back, she shrieked at the drag. She felt every inch sliding against her hyper-sensitive tunnel, still churning and contracting and not wanting to part with its paradise for even an instant. Her thighs tightened as his tip began pulling past her. It put up a final fight, desperately clinging to him like a woman clinging onto her lover's arm.

Sadly, his cock won out and escaped her molten cove, showering her thighs and belly with his seed.

There was a surge of feminine juices mixed with his seed, and she whined pitifully as a fountain spewed forth from her pussy. Her brain became little more than a mass of nerves and fire. Every muscle went still and rigid, her arms clasped tight to her sides as the overwhelming surge of pleasure washed over her, rendering her boneless and  nigh-catatonic.

She fell still with an adorable squeak of protest. Yet the fog did not completely lift from her head. Arousal remained, though a weak, feeble smolder. Enough to bring out a whimper from her hoarse voice.

"S-Still my turn," she would slur in a sleepy, garbled noise, "all night long."

"No! Fuck me more, daddy," Kal'tsit begged, having witnessed the ravishing Theresa was given, mouth salivating as she eyed his wilted manhood. "Fuck your needy kitten's brains out too!"

As for the Doctor?

Well, there was still a part of him that felt disoriented whenever the cool, confident Kal'tsit acted like a little pet for him.

Other than that, he simply fell into the bedsheets, too tired to answer yet. He savored the soothing comfort the mattress and the surrounding pillows provided, a welcome reprieve from an hour of vigorous, mind-bending copulation.

Of course, he'll take care of their demands later, right after a good rest.

To that end, both Theresa and Kal'tsit shifted themselves into his arms with murmurs of 'of course, Doctor.' They laid their heads upon his chest and lay beside him as they so often had, and all was silent and at peace.

Some quiet and solace after a fleeting taste of Heaven.

Chapter Text

The next morning, Theresa and Kal'tsit decided to wake him up lavishly.

Tongues slid across and circled the head of his shaft, licking from shaft to ridge of his leaking tip, lapping gently and nudging it to attention. Though its owner was still asleep, the appendage proved a marvel to the ladies pleasuring it.

White threads of sticky semen clung to the head, or swirled with juices as he was serviced by a mouth, or trailed across pink-flesh as his glans was spittle-shined. The Doctor himself was none the wiser, with his soft, even breathing signaling sleep.

Throughout, Kal'tsit and Theresa revered his manhood without a trace of coyness, only hunger and devotion. They peppered it with love, swapped it like candy, worshipped it from either side and up and down. Back and forth they pushed the member between their lips, not content to simply appreciate it. They could not resist the temptation, nor would they wish to ever again, as its stony flesh quickly enflamed them.

Trapped in passion for an hour, they fed on it, basked in its radiance. Their breasts rubbed around the rock-hard appendage like a sordid masturbatory game. Once, Theresa brought its glans into her mouth for a deep suckle. Another, Kal'tsit dared to attempt deep-throating the shaft to impress. Both tittered and clasped their soft mounds snug, tighter than a casket.

When a soft grunt disrupted the Doctor's somnolent respiration, they redoubled their efforts. Pressing themselves into the silken skin, their cheeks nearly clashed as they tongued his pulsating veins. Soft cries, moans, even purrs did not disturb him from his dreamland.

Shaking and shivering, the two were as riled animals beneath that imposing cock, their mouths working to appease the fiery thing. Licking along each throbbing vein, each caress drawing small twitches of approval, encouraging it to fully extend. Tongues lashed across the slits, where droplets of pre-ejaculate spilled. Lips kissed over the tight swell of its heavy balls, the texture so distinct from a woman's skin.

A part of them truly wanted to rouse him to the pleasures of morning sex. To guide his hands to the places he pleased, to have him groping their bodies, dragging them closer. For them to be able to push back his virile flesh and seat it inside them in ways that stole their rational mind.

Yet the taste of his glans alone was enough to stir their hearts. They nuzzled the salty thing, basking in his scent.

Soon enough, their work was rewarded.

A grunt in the deep. Theresa moaned delightedly as hot seed shot straight into her mouth. Surge after surge of bliss. Gooey, thick ropes hosed her tongue. Smoky sweetness trailed over it, bitter and addictive. It glazed across her palate and stung her nostrils.

Kal'tsit swarmed him with longing swipes of her tongue. More and more splattered over her face in a degrading, humiliating display. Spunk drenched her. And still she shivered. Such joy. This is how she had wished to start the day, everyday, until the end of her days.

When the cum ceased, both Kal'tsit and Theresa eagerly met in a mutual kiss. Its foul bitterness and pungency filled their senses, rich and oozing and salty. Hot and bubbly and gooey. Thick and coating their throats. Neither could break, both lost in rapture, the taste of their master a sordid musk.

Eyes watering, they relinquished in mutual submission. Spit and seed pooling, twirling in their warm embrace. Only to part with a gasping wheeze, both gulping the warmth in one breath. It did nothing to quiet their craving. Not for him, never for him. So they kissed once more, white smearing their skin. Inhibitions cast aside as they lavished their love.

And they looked to the Doctor, waiting his return to the waking world.