The angel approached her, and for a moment Martha was nervous, but only just, for his blue eyes were adoring and his hands open; he fell to his knees and kissed her hands, her wrists, nuzzling into her thigh. “You are a savior, Martha Jones.” He whispered into her jeans, the warmth of his breath seeping through the thin denim and sending shivers down her spine, and Marthan felt at peace then, more then she had for a long time.
“I just…did what I had to do.” She shrugged dismissively, but the angel would hear none of it; he laid her back onto her couch and crawled atop her, ravishing her body with his mouth and hands with the gentle caress of a feather and the purpose of a zealot.
“Hush.” He whispered and pulled away her jeans, stroking her smooth skin and moving between her legs, laving her cunt with his tongue. She cried out, surprised at the skill with which he pleasured her, arching upward and letting him thank her in his own way.
“Come here, you sweet little creature.” Crowley beckoned, but Amy was already on top of him, grinding into his hips again; it was amazing how she was able to work his body into a frenzy again and again, despite having exhausted himself just minutes before. Her wet cunt drove around his cock, and he felt himself stirring, the blood pooling almost painfully in his groin, but that wasn’t enough. She moved her slender hands to his chest, fondling his nipples and pinching them, leaning down and laving his neck—already quite bruised and bitten—with her tongue. “Ahh, y-you little firecracker…”
“Had enough?” Crowley grinned and took her hips, arching into her.
“Hardly.” He turned Amy over on her back and slammed into her, the pure sensation nearly too much for his vessel to handle…but only nearly.
“Hurry, he’ll be back soon.” Rory mutters as he pushes at Bela’s tight skirt, nips at her panties with his teeth, and she laughs, ruffling his sandy hair.
“He won’t be back too soon.” But Rory was not to be placated; he lifted Bela onto the table she had been sitting at while perusing the Doctor’s many alien artifacts and buried his face in her sweetness again, lapping at her soft lips and listening to the sounds of her soft moaning. “Mmm, wh-what a greedy boy you are, Mr. Williams.” He didn’t stop licking to respond, only unzipped his own trousers and palmed himself while he did it, coating his cock with precome. “Y-you just can’t wait, can you?”
“No.” He grinned and rose to his feet, pressing inside of her and thrusting hard; Bela cried out, clinging to his shoulders with her painted nails. She looked up at him, face flushed with desire, and thrust back.
“Well, I suggest you get on with it then. He’ll be back soon.”
“This should teach you to peek into my room while I’m dressing, Mr. Williams.” It’s hard to think of this as punishment, it really is, for Bela’s thick cock plowing inside of him is quite possibly one of the most intense experiences of his young life. Stretched around the black silicone, her deep thrusts made him cry out senselessly into his pillow as she bumped again and again against his sweet spot. “I would have figured your lady friend would have taught you better manners.” Wrapping her cool hand around his cock, she squeezed it just hard enough for discomfort, then pulled it away. “Hmm. No, I don’t think so. I don’t think you deserve it, you filthy voyeur. Unless…you promise me you’ll behave from now on?” Rory nodded frantically; he’d say anything to have her hands on him again.
“Ahh, y-yes, I’ll never…never do it again!” She smirked and stroked him in time with her thrusts until he screamed, spattering his completion onto her expensive sheets; chances were good that if these are the kinds of methods she used, he’d be acting out on purpose.
It hadn’t taken much convincing, although Gabriel had laid it on thick; the Doctor had never seen an actual angel, just the evil stony kind, and he was intrigued by how human he felt. It wasn’t long till Gabriel had him bent over the TARDIS’ control panel, pumping into him lazily, one hand wrapped around to stroke him and the other gently carding through his hair. “So this is what a Time Lord feels like…” He breathed, and the Doctor smiled, panting with need. Gabriel picked up the pace, gripping the Doctor’s bony hips; he gasped audibly, all the while wondering when the big burst of heavenly ecstasy would wash over him. That was what angels did, right? There was no stream of light or magical power involved, but the Doctor had to admit as he spent his orgasm into Gabriel’s hand, he got the ecstasy part down pat.
"Oh, no," Amy says, backing up on the bed and laughing, "you’re not getting that anywhere near me."
But Bela’s slow roll of hip draws Amy’s eye, and in her moment of hesitation Bela pounces, trapping her with hard hands and a wicked glint in her eye. She kisses Amy with soft lips and playful intent, licking into her mouth, plying her mouth open as surely as her thighs — and yeah, the hard jut of the strap-on — work Amy’s legs apart.
"I should never trust you," Amy hums into the kiss, still half-laughing, but her voice fades to a moan as the tip of the toy slides into her and her nerves to haywire. "Holy…" she gasps, arching up, and her long legs work around Bela’s waist, pulling her all the way in; the soft folds of their vulvas press together, and they both gasp from the contact, clits throbbing as they kiss harder.
“Turn around there, Miss. Let me see that pretty face.” Jack smirked and leaned back in his chair, his pants open, palming his own cock lazily. Rory shifted so that Jack could see Bela’s flushed cheeks, her mouth slightly open; her eyes locked with the Captain’s and as Rory continued to thrust inside of her, she found herself growing more and more excited. The sheer electricity of Jack’s hungry eyes, combined with the roving hands and adoring kisses showered upon her by Rory, nearly pushed her over the edge, but she held back, if anything to bask in the attention she was being given. Rory, on the other hand, was clearly getting impatient, and he pressed harder against her, his long fingers clutching at the round globes of her ass for leverage.
“Mmm, s-slow down, Mr. Williams. We’ve got all the time in the world.” Rory gritted his teeth in frustration and slowed his pace, and it was then that Jack stood and slowly approached, no longer content to spectate.
“Look at me, sweetie.” Crowley caught Amy’s chin and lifted it to face him and her eyes, glazed with want, never flinched away; her lack of fear was the quality in her he found most tantalizing. “Tonight you belong to me. Understand?” She didn’t respond, only clasped her hands around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her, their tongues dancing together. Without hesitation, Crowley pushed inside her, her warm, wet cunt welcoming him, and she arched her neck back into the mattress, exposing her pale neck. It was too perfect to resist—“I’m going to make you remember this night, Miss Pond.” With that, he sunk his teeth into her skin, eliciting a hoarse cry of pain-pleasure from her throat, and as he licked away at the tiny beads of blood he drew, Amy found herself begging for more.
Rory nearly spits out his tea, partly at Bela’s question and partly at the fact that she’s naked, leaning over the table so her breasts hang tantalizing and touchable just a few feet from his face and grinning at him as she asks.
"I, uh," he starts, "I don’t see how that would work, exactly… what could you steal? Especially when you’re not wearing anything…" and then he cuts off, because she’s rounding the table and plopping herself down on his lap, looping her arms around his neck and smiling even wider, as though she’s just been waiting for him to ask that question.
"Well," she says, starting to move in tiny jerks of hip against him, "typically, a nurse would be paid for his special brand of tender, loving care… so if I were to take it without your permission, that would be stealing, wouldn’t it?"
And damn if his cock isn’t standing straight up without his permission; the teacup clatters to the saucer and Rory presses his hands to her naked back as he leans in toward the swell of her breasts and murmurs, “Oh, definitely… this is highway robbery, I object.”
He’s such a good servant in every sense of the word: polite, obedient, and most of all thorough — Ianto completes every task he sets out to accomplish, and does it in fine form. And his skills aren’t limited to bringing tea, Bela is discovering as she sighs and plays with her own breasts, fingers skipping along the flesh to tweak her nipples with lightning-bursts of sensation that make her gasp. Ianto has licked every inch of her vulva, has teased her clit with wet washes along the hood, and is now sucking in maddening pulses that alternate with more soft licks. Bela’s legs tense, and she crosses them over Ianto’s head, unable to help herself; nobody’s ever treated her like this, complete with the hungry little groans he keeps emitting as though this is the chance of a lifetime. She surprises herself with the way she jumps when she comes, as though a single bolt of lightning has struck right at her core and blasted her off the bed; and even then Ianto doesn’t stop, mouthing softly at her clit as it pulses, easing her back down from ecstatic fire to comfortable warmth.