DOCTOR WHO fucks

The hum of the TARDIS was a constant, soothing drone, but tonight, it was punctuated by the flick of switches on the red and black console. The Master, stark naked, danced his fingers across the controls with a mischievous grin. Beside him, Meredith, draped in a vibrant red dress, knelt, her attention focused elsewhere as she serviced him with eager lips.

"Where are we going, Master?" Meredith murmured, her voice a mix of curiosity and submission.

"To chop some potato heads in Galaxy 3," the Master replied, his grin widening as he felt the TARDIS begin its journey.

The TARDIS materialized amidst a breathtaking vista: a violet sky where two dual planets, locked in an eternal dance, cast shadows across each other. Here, the sky was not empty; ten Sontaran ships circled like vultures, their metallic shells glinting under the dual suns.

As the TARDIS spun gracefully in the sky, the Master, with a flourish, opened the door. His nudity was brazen, his intent clear. His voice, amplified by his sonic screwdriver, boomed across the void, "Sontarans, your time to rule parts of my universe is up. Pledge your allegiance to me, your Master, or die!"

Inside the Sontaran commanding ship, Commander Grevos, his eyes narrowing, leaned forward. His armor, heavy and adorned with the symbols of his conquests, clanked as he moved. "Is that...?" he questioned, the disbelief in his voice palpable.

"The Doctor's TARDIS," confirmed another Sontaran, his voice thick with confusion, his eyes reflecting the light of the console.

"But the records say the Doctor has always been a weakling pacifist. Is that really him?" Grevos mused aloud, his mind racing through the implications of this anomaly.

A mocking sound echoed from the commanding ship, "Doctor, it's been a while. It seems you've become more insane than usual to threaten us like this. You know very well your words without action mean nothing to us. You have no honor!"

Energy beams erupted from the Sontaran ship, slicing through the void towards the TARDIS. With a quick move, the Master slammed the door shut, his eyes wild with glee. He spun back to the console, his hands flying over the controls. The TARDIS, agile and defiant, danced through the beams, dodging with a grace that belied its bulky form.

Meredith, terror gripping her, clung to the Master's waist, her body pressed against his as the TARDIS flipped and spun.

"I expected that," the Master declared with a chuckle, his voice a mix of thrill and dark amusement as he navigated the ship through the chaos of battle.

The TARDIS, with a sudden lurch, descended from the violet sky, breaking through the atmosphere of one of the twin planets. This world was unlike any other, its surface dominated by sprawling cities of gleaming obsidian and crimson spires. The inhabitants, red-skinned humanoids with intricate tattoos that glowed with an inner light, moved through streets lined with bioluminescent plants, creating an eerie, beautiful tableau. The architecture of the city was a fusion of organic curves and sharp angles, reflecting both the natural beauty and the advanced technology of its denizens.

As the TARDIS touched down in a vast plaza, its engines whirring to a halt, the Sontaran ships, relentless in pursuit, followed, their engines screaming through the alien sky. The Master, with a swift motion, stepped out, his demeanor one of calculated madness. He locked Meredith inside the TARDIS, her protests muffled by the thick door, and then he ran, his laughter echoing against the alien structures.

Commander Grevos, aboard the leading Sontaran ship, gave a sharp command, "After him!" His voice was a harsh bark, echoing through the communication systems of his army. Below, a thousand Sontaran soldiers, clad in their thick, bulbous armor, moved in perfect unison, their steps synchronized, shaking the ground. Their eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto the fleeing figure of the Master. Shots rang out, energy beams slicing through the air, aiming for the elusive target.

But then, the sky was torn asunder by the arrival of two new ships, their designs sleek and menacing. From these ships emerged the Space Valkyries, an elite force of Amazonian warriors. Clad in high-tech armor that shimmered with protective fields, they descended under glowing energy umbrellas, touching down with grace and aggression. Their suits were a marvel of technology, flexible yet strong, adorned with symbols of their warrior culture.

As their feet hit the ground, the Valkyries sprang into action, their movements fluid and deadly. Energy swords, vibrant with power, sliced through the air, cutting down Sontaran soldiers with terrifying efficiency. Their energy guns spat bolts of light, each shot finding its mark, obliterating Sontaran armor as if it were nothing more than paper.

The clash was chaotic; the streets of the red-skinned city became an impromptu battlefield. The Master, watching from a distance, a smirk playing on his lips, reveled in the chaos he had orchestrated. The Valkyries, with their precision and ferocity, were turning the tide, their battle cries resonating through the alien air, a stark contrast to the mechanical grunts of the Sontaran forces.

The battle was brutal, the air thick with the scent of burnt metal and the cries of the dying. The Valkyries, with their relentless assault, had decimated the Sontaran ranks, leaving only about 500 soldiers standing amidst the chaos of the red city. The Master, observing the carnage with a mix of amusement and calculation, shouted across the battlefield, "Commander, just surrender! As much fun as this is, I wouldn't want your talents of war to be wasted."

Commander Grevos, his s eyes burning with defiance, retorted, "Doctor, after all this time, you still don't understand us. We'd rather die than be dishonored into following you."

The Master, murmuring to himself with a shake of his head, "Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! What a pity, Doctor. Some creatures are just hopeless," then gave a nod to Lysandra, the Valkyrie commander. With a silent command, she rallied her warriors for the final push. The remaining Sontarans were quickly overwhelmed, their bodies falling in heaps as the last of the resistance was extinguished.

With the threat quelled, the red-skinned humanoids erupted in celebration. From one of the descending ships, an escalator unfolded, and an elegantly dressed figure emerged, radiating authority. "We would like to thank you, my dear sir. The Sontarans have exploited us for centuries."

"Hmm! That's nice. I would love to have some nice hospitality on this planet. I've heard stories, or is it the other planet that has good hospitality?" the Master mused, his mind ever on the next conquest.

"But I have to meet your leader first," he added.

"But I am the leader of this planet," the figure responded, bowing slightly.

The Master lowered his ring finger, "Then kneel and submit your allegiance to me, Your Master." The alien leader complied, kneeling and kissing the ring in a sign of submission.

"Great. I want a large hall and the great tyrapano for dinner, please," the Master demanded.

"Your will is our command," the leader affirmed, his eyes widening at the request.

Lysandra, her duty done, approached the Master, her kiss both a reward and a plea, "Master, we did it. Can we! Can we have you now?"

"Yes, yes, just wait a little longer," the Master replied, unlocking the TARDIS with his sonic screwdriver to call out Meredith. She stepped out, her eyes wide with awe, "It's beautiful."

"Who is she?" Lysandra inquired, her gaze sharp.

"She is my... let's say companion," the Master answered, noting the flicker of envy in Meredith's eyes as she saw Lysandra's affection.

The scene shifted to a large marble hall where the formalities of diplomacy gave way to the primal dance of desire. The Master, along with his clones, engaged in an orgy of epic proportions. The original Master was pleasuring Lysandra while simultaneously intertwined with Meredith in a reverse cowgirl position, his cock deep inside her.

"Oh, Master, yes, just like that," Lysandra moaned, her body writhing under his touch.

Meredith, riding the Master, gasped, "Fuck, you're so deep, Master."

Then, the atmosphere changed as a door opened, revealing a vast, purple creature with thousands of tentacles. The Valkyries, momentarily alarmed yet still caught in the throes of pleasure, watched as the Master, using his sonic screwdriver, dismissed his clones and connected telepathically with the creature, merging their senses of pleasure.

The tentacles, under his control, entered the Valkyries, intensifying their moans.

"Ahhh, yes, more, more," one Valkyrie screamed, her voice echoing in the hall.

Another Valkyrie moaned, "It's too much, oh god, it feels incredible."

The Master, overwhelmed by the new sensations, continued his acts with Meredith and Lysandra, the creature's tentacle finding Meredith's other entrance, leading to an explosive climax.

"Give it to me, Give it to me," Meredith screamed, her body shaking as she orgasmed, her eyes glowing gold as the Master reached his peak, releasing his jizz inside her.

"Ah, the pleasure, it's... beyond," the Master groaned, his voice mingling with the sounds of ecstasy filling the room.

As the echoes of pleasure faded, the Master, still basking in the afterglow, murmured to himself, addressing the Doctor inside his mind, "Ah! Can you feel it, Doctor, the never-ending drums, finally stop, even for a moment."