Marriner escorted Tegan to her room, guiding the queasy young woman onto the bed and offering her a drink. “It will make you feel better” he said. When she refused, still suspicious around them, he demonstrated it was safe by taking a sip from it. She reluctantly accepted the drink, if only to stop herself from feeling seasick on a spaceship. Once she did, she immediately became drowsy so Marriner lifted her into bed so she could rest.
He waited with her until she was fast asleep, monitoring her thoughts as they became her dreams. He found the woman fascinating. Her thoughts were like no other Ephemeral he had met before. Her thoughts were more vibrant than the others. They made he feel so much more alive. He saw people she cared about, people she longed for. She saw her Aunt Venessa, her friend Adric, and a girl called Nyssa. The Doctor was on her mind a lot too. He wished to stay. Being close to her gave him meaning. But Captain Stryker would need him in the wheelhouse. They had a race to win. So he reluctantly left Tegan to rest, excited to when he could see her again.
***
The rest did Tegan wonders. Whatever was in that drink cured her seasickness. It had a rather unexpected side effect, however. When Turlough came to find her, to check on her, she woke up in a pleasant mood and with a craving in her loins. It made her consider how long it had been since she let a man into bed with her. Her most recent companion had been Nyssa, when they were both grieving over Adric. Since then, she had been without company for certain needs.
But looking at Turlough, she considered masturbating instead. Something about him was off. She didn’t trust him one bit. They would argue almost constantly in the TARDIS, no matter how hard he tried to be charming. But she felt a craving for company and she decided it was either him or that Marriner, who creeped her out much more than Turlough did.
The young man was a little surprised when she invited him into her bed. He didn’t think this was the time or the place. He would much rather find the TARDIS. “Look…this is the only time I’m going to offer this to you. So either you take the opportunity while you can or suit yourself” she explained curtly, and impatiently.
Turlough looked at the horny woman, forcing himself to take a minute to think about it. A smug smile appeared on his face. “Does this mean you trust me?” He asked.
“Don’t push it” she snapped, climbing out of bed to cross the room and undo his tie. “This it a one time thing, while I’m in a good mood. Don’t make me regret it.”
“I promise you won’t” he replied, unbuttoning his shirt and whipping it off before pulling her into a steamy kiss.
He seized his chance to enjoy the human woman, who reluctantly allowed him to kiss her when she undressed herself. He managed to cop a feel of her breasts a few times, until she slapped his hand away when he got too confident in his advances. He stepped back to unfasten his trousers, taking the opportunity to admire her half naked body when she stripped down to her underwear. She hesitated before removing her bra, giving him a good look at those breasts. She was a pretty thing, for a human.
He removed his pants and she looked down at his underpants expectantly. “Not yet, I think” he smirked, rushing forward to scoop her up and throw her onto the bed. She grunted in surprise and annoyance, watching him intently when he leaned over to caress and kiss her breasts, sucking on her nipples until they were rock hard. She sighed begrudgingly, biting her bottom lip while he grabbed hold of her panties and yanked them down her legs. Turlough spread them wide and dove between her thighs to lick her pussy.
“I didn’t invite you here to fool around” she said impatiently, sitting on her elbows grumbling in frustration. But as Turlough’s tongue began to assault her pussy, her hips began trembling and she felt a rising tension in her gut. Soft moans began escaping her throat instead of grunts as she tried to clench her teeth. Her eyes widened and she looked down at his head in bewilderment. “What are you doing down there?”
“I thought that would be obvious” he replied, flashing her a smile while he rubbed his fingers against her clit. A tremor rushed up her spine and she shivered impulsively, her mouth falling open. “Unless you’d like me to stop?” He offered, lifting his fingers away.
The whimper she gave him indicated otherwise, and she turned bright red upon realizing she made that sound. She was forced to watch his smile tug smug as he arrogantly dove back in to munch on her twat. She fell back against the bed breathing heavily, trying not to give away how aroused he was making her (and failing). She moaned louder when his tongue curled deeper into her womanhood, her body reacting against her will and succumbing to his devilish advances. Fuck, how is he so good at this?
Turlough dragged our her pleasure for a little longer before letting her have her orgasm. He licked up her juices as she gushed into his mouth, her strangled moan filling the room as she tried in vain to suppress it. He lifted his head up to watch her catch her breath, slipping his briefs off to stroke himself to a stiff erection. “Have I impressed you yet?” He asked arrogantly.
She scoffed dismissively. “Hardly” she lied.
He rose up and knelt on the bed, and she got a good look at his sexual organ being presented to her. “That’s a shame. Then I guess you won’t be wanting to play with this” he said, rubbing the tip against her lower lips very gently.
Tegan felt him caress her sensitive clit with his cock, her pussy leaking with arousal, her body craving it. She fought the urge to dive on it and swallow it up like a harlot or a skank, hiding her desperation behind a façade of indifference. “Is that all?” She asked, feigning disinterest. Yet her eyes couldn’t seem to leave it.
Turlough followed them as they followed his dick. He smirked, knowing he had her full attention. “If your not interested, we can do this another time” he suggested, removing it from her body.
She felt the impulse to react and couldn’t stop herself from letting out a whimpering shriek. She covered her mouth, but the gig was up. She was desperate and his teasing had got her hot and horny for his cock. She looked at him with a glare, but he saw the desire and lust behind her crumbling façade. “Fine. Just get on with it” she said, shuffling against the pillow and spreading her legs of him.
He looked down at her needy body, restraining his own impulse to mount her and pound her. “Say please” he asked, giving her the gentlest of caresses across her folds.
She grit her teeth indignantly, watching him torment her with a cold glare. “Please” she whispered, on the verge of begging. She didn’t like to beg, and she didn’t want to beg him for sex.
He tormented her for a few more seconds before shuffling closer and guiding his penis into her dripping desperate pussy, gasping as it enveloped his cock in one swift motion. She moaned as he filled her to the brim, their hips coming together as if they were made for each other. They locked eyes and for a brief moment the hostility was gone, replaced by longing and lust.
“Not bad, for a human” he remarked.
She rolled her eyes. “Your charm needs improving” she rebuffed.
“You’re the one who begged me for this” he reminded her, taking hold of her legs and spreading them wide, slowly dragging himself out until she was whimpering before plunging back inside.
Her reply was cut off by a moan as Turlough proceeded to fuck her senseless, not holding himself back as he held her knees up and pounded her silly. She rocked on her back with her legs in the air, her boobs jostling up and down, her head rolling back into the pillow. She closed her eyes and gasped. She hated to admit it, but he was pretty good in bed. But then it had been a while since she got laid, so her expectations were low. But she had no complaints about his style as he fucked her harder, propping her legs over his shoulders when he bent down to increase his pace, his hands pinning her wrists to the mattress so he could stare at her flushed face. She groaned hungrily, milking his cock with her walls, staring up at him. “harder” she whispered.
He risked slowing himself down to taunt her a little bit. “Ask nicely” he said.
She glared at him coldly. “Please fuck me harder” she growled.
He smirked, capturing her lips with his, sharing their first genuine passionate kiss before he adjusted them so he could thrust down harder. He pounded her into the bed, watching her face contort in pleasure when she laid back and moaned louder, taking him like a slut. He savored the sight, and the feeling of driving himself into her pussy, knowing he might never get another chance like this again. He grabbed her ankles and held them aloft while he thrust into her harder and faster until they were both panting and moaning.
The blood rushed to their groins, the climax imminent. “Permission to cum inside you?” He asked between grunts.
She barely heard him over her screams of ecstasy. “Yes! FUCK YES!” She cried, clutching the bedsheets wailing like a banshee. She milked his cock of his semen when she cam, her orgasm making her toes curl and her eyes roll into her head. Turlough ejaculated a torrent of sperm, releasing just as much pent up sexual frustration as she was holding.
The release was something they both needed. When it was over, both lovers were covered in sweat and panting heavily. Tegan’s legs dropped to the bed limply, her hips quivering from sensitivity. She laid there in exhaustion, staring up at the ceiling while Turlough colapsed on top of her. He slumped over her naked body, unable to support his weight. He managed to roll off her and land on his back beside her on the bed. They stared at the ceiling in mutual satisfaction.
“Does this mean you trust me know?” Turlough asked her, once they got their breath back.
She looked at him sideways and sighed. She didn’t comment on how good he actually was in bed, or that she was reluctantly considering doing it again. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. She looked at the room given to her, noting how familiar it seemed. It unsettled her. “No” she replied honestly. “But I trust you more than I trust the people on this ship.”
He nodded. “I know the feeling. Something’s not right about this place” he agreed.
“Those officers give me the creeps” she muttered, shivering uneasily.
Turlough sat up on the bed and gave her a charming smile. “Would you like me to help take your mind off them?” He enquired. “Judging by your reaction just now, I must’ve been good.”
She shot him a look and laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself” she replied.
***
Elsewhere in the ship, Marriner continued to monitor Tegan’s thoughts with fascination. He was able to probe her mind and saw through the lies she was telling Turlough and herself about their interaction. The concept of sex was unusual to an Eternal like him, but he found her desire for it intoxicating.
With her mental defenses down due to her orgasm, he got to see glimpses of previous interaction similar to this one. Some were memories, featuring her previous lovers; Bohr friends and casual hookups, and friends she made on her travels with the Doctor. A young woman called Nyssa stood out from the pack, and he got a vivid image of the two girls naked and kissing in bed together. Then there was the fantasies, imaginings her mind cunjored up. The Doctor appeared quite prominently in this group. It seemed Tegan had a crush.
Marriner felt something new upon reviewing those glimpses, what Ephemerals would call jealousy, perhaps. There was something about this one. She was intoxicating. Her mind was exhilarating. He wondered on one day she would honor him into joining her collection of imaginary sexual partners. Or if he would even get the opportunity to experience this sexual intercourse with her for himself.
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