Leela was the sort of warrior that took what she wanted. And right now she wanted a warm body and a hard dick to fuck.
Luckily there was a prospective lover available to her as she got undressed in the lighthouse. Vince Hawkins might’ve been a little startled when she brazenly took her clothes off in front of him, but she saw the hunger in his eyes as they raked over her athletic body. She decided then and there she would have sex with him. It had been a while since she had fucked a man and her needs demanded sating.
When she asked him if he would like to fuck her, he didn’t say no. So as soon as she was naked she pounced on him and tore the clothes off his back. He put up little resistance, struck dump by her audacity. A comment was made that what she was doing was not ladylike. She reminded him she was not a lady by mounting his cock and riding him hard and fast. He was young and strong, which was good. She liked her lovers to have spirit. Her previous lovers included members of her tribe. They were powerful warriors and could match her thrust for thrust. They would often complete for dominance for hours, wrestling and fucking until one or both of them passed out from exhaustion. And if their bodies weren’t bruised the morning after, she would consider the night wasted.
She tempered her expectations as she rode the young man beneath her. He was no warrior of the Seventeen tribe and didn’t have the eyes of a predator when he looked at her. More like a startled gazelle. So she reigned in her enthusiasm and forced herself to set a slower pace than usual. Her powerful hips rocked up and down his shaft and lass aged his length, which was accommodating if not impressive. After the last couple of weeks going without sex, she couldn’t afford to be choosy about who she slept with. Her options had been limited on her travels with the Doctor. And despite her best efforts, his was very resistant to her advances. She anticipated he would be quite the sexual predator when the time came.
Still, as she rode Vince a little harder, she discovered he was very receptive to her actions. His thrusts grew more pronounced over time and he gripped her hips harder before reaching up to squeeze her breasts. She planted her palms against his chest and arched her back, moaning hungrily, scraping her nails over his skin. He groaned when her walls squeezed him, but that only spurred him to hump her more. She smiled, thinking she might’ve underestimated this man. She pounced down and kissed him hard, biting his earlobe like a feral cat. “Fuck me” she whispered in his ear. “Fuck me hard. Do it now.”
There was a moment of hesitation and Leela thought she was going to be disappointed. But then Vince grabbed her and flung her onto the floor. She rolled onto all fours and he slid in behind her, penetrating her cunt and grabbing her hips tightly. She gasped when he forced himself upon her, grinning with pride as he began rutting like a wild animal. She growled in approval when his hand grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, exposing her throat. She threw her hips back, slapping her ass against his stomach, clawing at the floor panting like a bitch in heat. “Yes! Harder! Faster!” She cried, moaning in pleasure as she made him work for his prize. She could easily dominate this man, but she leant the benefits of letting the mouse lead the chase before leaping for the kill.
Unfortunately, this mouse didn’t have the stamina to run far. Luckily, it was far enough for her to get the prize she sought as she reached a satisfactory climax to sate her hunger for the moment. And he got his as he grunted and ejaculated into her pussy, stumbling forward as he came, nearly collapsing onto her back.
He removed himself in a hurry, muttering a weak apology for his behavior as he hastily got his clothes back on. Leela wasn’t in such a hurry as she rosed from the floor, savoring the buzz her orgasm gave her and dipping her finger into her cunt to scoop out his semen to taste. She doubted it would succeed in making her pregnant, but her mother had taught her ways to avoid such complications as a precaution. She stood naked and proudly while Vince scrambled to leave the room so she could get changed, watching him retreat with an amused expression. Men acted so strangely in these time periods the Doctor brought them to. Maybe one day she will find a true warrior to mate with.
And who knows. Maybe one day she will be able to claim the Doctor for her mate.
***
That day came sooner than she anticipated.
By the end of the night, after they destroyed the alien’s and their ship, Leela and the Doctor were the only survivors. There was a moment when she feared witnessing the explosion had rendered her blind, and thus unworthy to continue living. But thankfully the blindness was only temporary. And apparently it changed her eye color as a result. Or so the Doctor tells her. She had no reason to doubt him.
Spirits were high after their victory and adrenaline was still pumping in their veins. They walked back to the TARDIS basking in their shared glory. Her thoughts wandered to how her people would usually celebrate such a victory back home. They would feast and drink and make love to their lovers. She looked at the Doctor, once more entertaining the notion of sleeping with him.
This time, however, he gazed back while he recounted some limerick. She wasn’t much for poetry and barely understood the meaning of the words her was speaking. But in his eyes she saw something that made her heart race as she found herself backing up towards the ship. A predatory gaze she hadn’t seen from him before, but which she longed to see. Maybe he was just examining her eyes, intently, she thought.
But then he ignored the lock to the ship’s door and instead pinned her to it, lunging forward to plant a steamy kiss on her mouth. Her breath escaped her lungs and her stomach fluttered. The moment she had waited for had come.
She seized the moment before it could slip away, grabbing the Time Lord and kissing him back feverishly. His body pressed against hers until she was trapped against the blue box, his hands reaching around to grope her body like a predator. She kissed him aggressively, biting his bottom lip and scratching at his neck. He didn’t seem to notice as he reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. His mouth latched onto it and planted a hungry kiss, leaving a hickey along her collarbone. She gasped and hissed, arousal flooding her eyes as she stared at the Doctor. She tried to assert her dominance, but instead he asserted his, shoving her against the door with one hand around her throat and another slipping underneath her top. The man’s clothes she had borrowed stood no chance in preventing his hands from molesting her. Truth be told, if she wasn’t pinned against the TARDIS, Leela would probably have ripped them off by now. She was so warm their presence felt suffocating. And she wore no undergarments underneath when his hands found her breasts and squeezed them possessively. She moaned and gripped the wooden box behind her, grinding her body against him, their eyes fixed hungrily.
She knew there was a predator in the Doctor deep down. A sexual animal waiting to be unleashed. That creature emerged as his lips connected with hers again, his hands violating her body in a pleasurable way. She was not ashamed that his strength overpowered hers. His dominant subjugation of her body was to be respected. And she got off on it as he wrestled her top over her head, relieved to have her breasts free to be grabbed and squeezed, and sucked when his mouth wrapped around her nipples. She tugged on his hair and moaned, taking the opportunity while he was distracted with her tits to pull her knife from the sheathe on her leg. His hand shot out when she drew it, gripping her wrist tightly and twisting it until it fell from her grasp. She growled in heat, the show of strength warming her loins. He kissed her again until she submitted to his dominance. She panted excitedly when he wrestled the waistband of her pants down her thighs, yanking them past her knees and leaving them bunched around her ankles. She reached down for his trousers to wrestle for his zipper, but he shot a hand out and pressed a palm against her chest. She stayed where she was, obediently submissive, unmoving while he undid his pants for himself. She didn’t usually allow herself to submit to her lovers, but the Doctor had proven himself the dominant mate. The dynamic brought no shame in her eyes.
Once the Doctor was ready, he nodded to her remaining clothes. She untied her shows and pulled her feet out of the boots and pants, leaving her naked in front of him. He took a moment to examine her athletic build, toned muscle and fit body, the flesh scarred in places. Then he stepped forward and brought himself into her personal space, running a possessive hand over her body. She held his gaze and growled, eager for him to claim her as his mate. He did not disappoint, kicking her feet apart so he could bring his manhood into her pussy and penetrate her. She grunted as she was filled, his body crushing her against the TARDIS. It felt good to be filled by a powerful cock. His felt much bigger than Vince’s. The Doctor brushed his mouth over her lips and bit down on her bottom lip, drawing blood with she licked up with her tongue. They shared it with each other in an intimate moment before he hooked his hand under her knee and rammed hard into her. She gasped at the intrusion. Then the next. Soon he was thrusting into her harder, faster, over and over until he was slamming her against the ship with his powerful hips. She clung onto his and the TARDIS for support, matching his thrusts with hers, moaning as he fucked her roughly, egging him to pound her harder. Her first orgasm came after a few minutes, the pleasure making her toes curl. It felt good to have a proper fucking.
After another few minutes of pounding her cunt, the Doctor threw her onto the rocks beneath the lighthouse. She grunted when she landed on a large boulder, her hands and feet slipping on the slick moss covered surface. She leapt up to engage her lover, but he caught her and bent her over the rock pinning her down with a hand against the back of her head. She lay on her knees almost prone, her ass presented to him. He gave it a good smack which made her hiss in pain. She’d have been offended if it didn’t hurt. A few more spanks later and her tender ass was ready to be pounded some more. This time in a different orifice. She looked up and saw the Doctor positioning himself behind her and felt his cock push against her anus. She howled as he forced his way inside, climaxing from the act of insertion alone.
Oh yes, the Doctor was a worthy lover indeed. He knew how to make a warrior his bitch.
Once he had acclimated to his new home, he allowed Leela up onto her hands and knees, yanking her head back by the hair. She growled and howled while he pounded her, her nails digging into the rock throwing her hips against him. "Fuck me Doctor. Fuck me harder!" She growled. He increased his pace until she was screaming, pounding her from behind so hard she knew she was going to pass out. It was glorious and primal and everything she could’ve hoped for. When he came, he filled her ass with his semen and she felt it paint her insides. She was glad he chose the anus and not the womb to deposit his seed. She wasn’t ready to give up the fight to be a mother yet. She clenched his penis until it had discharged all its contents, slumping forward with a heavy exhale as she climaxed once again.
When he was done with her, the Doctor extracted himself from her body and watched her roll onto her back in a satisfied heap. Her skin glistened with moisture and sweat and cum dropped from her ass. He put his cock away and stood over her silently. She gazed up at him with an appreciative grin. “Satisfied?” He asked.
“Very much, Doctor” she nodded.
“Good” he grinned, turning on his heel and walking towards the TARDIS. He pushed at the door to see her still lying on the rocks. “Well? Are you coming?” He asked, the predator replaced by his usual demeanor.
She climbed to her feet on aching limbs, her knees almost buckling when she tried to walk. She smirked at her wobbly state, the post orgasm buzz still lingering in her loins. She awkwardly followed the Doctor inside after gathering her belongings, running her tongue over the cut on her lip still tasting blood.
She got to see the Doctor’s savage side tonight. If she was patient, like the hunter she was, she knew she would see it again.
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