The disorientation continued, stretching out as they tumbled and fumbled around each other. No matter how hard they tried to get their bearings they kept falling, swirling around the vortex.
First they were on a boat in Cambridge, discussing Newton’s third law. Then they were falling, tumbling…then fucking. Somewhere in the insanity their clothes vanished and their naked bodies come together, grasping at what they could for support. A hand. A leg. A breast. A penis. They held on tight, embracing each other, kissing each other, making love to each other. It was the only way to escape this madness.
Eventually the tumbling stopped, or at least slowed. They drifted through the colorful void, lights dancing across their eyes as they thrust against each other. The delirium remained. They couldn’t tell which was was up. They didn’t know how long they had been here. Had they just arrived, or has it been a millennia. Time lost all meaning. It was like they were in a loop. A loop of madness and sex and confusion and pleasure.
The Doctor tried to latch onto his senses, to think his way out of this. But it was difficult to concentrate with the hot naked body of Romana pressing against him, her womanhood swallowing his manhood as they rutted together. Her fingers clung to his while they hips smacked together, her breasts jostling in the weightlessness of this void. Her face was beautiful. And so we’re her eyes as they gazed down at him. “Doctor…what is happening?” She asked, her voice musical but faraway.
“I don’t know” he replied, his voice equally distant, as if carried by the swirling lights they were swept up in. He closed his eyes and groaned, feeling a release of pressure in his loins. He came inside of her, and she cried in pleasure. How long had they been making love for? Was this their first orgasm? “We have to escape” he said.
“I know” she replied, the tone of reluctance lost in the distance. They pulled each other together, met in a passionate kiss, their hair floating around them. “One more time” she whispered in his ear, pleadingly.
The Doctor nodded. One more, he agreed.
The loop repeated. And each time they found themselves in each others arms, naked and making love. Their bodies were moving as one, their hands gripping the other or fondling their body. Their moans were erotic and their heartbeats were synchronized. They could not see a way out. They were trapped. So they had sex until they came, and then the loop began again. And again. And each time, they fucked and moaned and climaxed, changing positions over and over. Romana would ride the Doctor’s lap. The Doctor would pound her from behind. She would suck his cock. He would lick her pussy. She would kiss his balls. He would suck her nipples. They would tumble through the air in a sixty nine position. They would dance with each other caressing all their exposed flesh. Clits were rubbed, asses were penetrated, lips were kissed. They lost themselves to the madness of pleasure to keep themselves sane until they found a way out.
Eventually, the ordeal came to an abrupt end. The tumbling ceased and the two time lords found themselves caught in a compromising position by the voice of Rassilon. They froze mid orgasm with Romana on the Doctor’s lap, her back reclined against his chest while he fondled her boobs, their mouths open to halt a scream of delight. “Have no fear, Doctor” the voice boomed aorund them. “You have been spared the torment of the time vortex. I have freed you from your eternal prison.”
“The time vortex?” Romana whispered.
“I thought it looked familiar” the Doctor remarked, looking around the swirling lights around the void. He looked up seeking the source of the voice, but guessed it was not in a singular place. “Might I ask how we came here?” he called.
“A renegade time lord sought to bring you to the Death Zone using the forbidden technology of Gallifrey” Rassilon explained. “But in their error, you were mistakenly imprisoned in the vortex. The Time Lords could only stabilize your existence until I freed you.”
The naked pair stiffened at this news. “The Time Scoop” the Doctor muttered.
“Barbaric” Romana cursed, recalling their dark history. “What happened to the person who did this?”
“He has gotten what he sought” the voice replied ominously, in a tone that indicated neither of the time lords should ask any further. “Now you must return to your rightful time and place.”
“Must we?” Romana muttered, pouting. She suddenly felt the Doctor’s curious gaze on her and she blushed, hiding her cheeks behind her blonde hair. “I mean, we must” she corrected.
The Doctor lifted a thick eyebrow. “This is the voice of Rassilon we are speaking too, correct?” He called.
“It is?”
“Might I ask why this particular prison forced us to partake in such carnal and sexual activities?”
“This prison you were trapped in was made in error” he explained. “But what you experienced within, that was down to you and you alone.”
“Meaning we were not forced into doing this” the Doctor deduced, looking at Romana suspiciously.
She looked over her shoulder sheepishly. “I thought if we were going to be trapped her for all eternity, we should make it pleasant” she confessed. Her cheeks turned rosy pink. “Are you angry with me?”
The Doctor waited a moment before responding. “No. Merely disappointed it was over so soon” he said.
She exhaled, feeling very much the same as they drifted aimlessly in the void, still conjoined with his dick in her ass. His hands fingered her pussy, seeking to finish her off before Rassilon brought them back to where they were left. They felt the pull of reality and knew they would reach their climax before it happened. “We’ll have to pick this up later” he whispered in her ear.
“Indeed” she smiled excitedly.
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