DOCTOR WHO fucks

Inside the humming, rough TARDIS, the fourteen surviving Sky Valkyries were being pounded hard by the Doctor's clones and three Cybermen with vibrating cocks. The juices were flowing non-stop. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, metal, and… other fluids. The Cybermen's augmentations whirred and pulsed, their metallic shafts vibrating rhythmically against the Valkyries' bodies. The clones, perfect duplicates of the Doctor, moved with an almost preternatural stamina, their every touch eliciting moans and cries from the women.

"More, more, more! Fuck me more!" one Valkyrie cried out, her voice hoarse with exertion and pleasure. Another echoed her sentiment, "Yes, yes, yes! Yessssss!" Their bodies were slick with perspiration and other bodily fluids, the TARDIS console itself bearing witness to the intense activity, droplets glistening on its intricate controls. The sounds of heavy breathing, moans, and the whirring of the Cybermen's vibrating cocks filled the air, creating a cacophony of raw, primal energy.

Until they all reached orgasm. For those who received the Doctor's cum, it revitalized them. A feeling of euphoria and physical healing washed over them as their skin became softer, younger. It was that unique feeling you can get by being with a Time Lord – a rush of temporal energy that seemed to rewind the effects of time itself. A collective sigh of contentment rippled through the TARDIS. "Aaaah, Doctorrrrrrrrr!"

The TARDIS stopped humming as it reached the Space Valkyries' space base. While his cock was being sucked by Lysandra, the Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver, and the clones disappeared with a soft poof. The Cybermen, their purpose fulfilled, powered down, their vibrating cocks falling still. "Ladies, we are here! You can go now," the Doctor announced, his voice casual despite the recent events.

The Space Valkyries, still adjusting their scattered armor and catching their breath, began to disembark. Lysandra, still holding the Doctor's now-limp member, looked up at him. "When can we see you again?" she asked, her voice tinged with longing.

The Doctor, pulling away gently, replied with a knowing smile, "You will see me when I see you."

Lysandra, as she and the other warriors finally left the TARDIS, pressed him one last time, "But where are you going?"

The Doctor, already reaching for the door controls, gave a final, enigmatic grin. "To recruit more warriors, and I know the perfect place."

And the TARDIS dematerialized, leaving the Space Valkyries standing on the platform of their base.

 Inside the cold, lonely TARDIS while setting his controls, the Doctor muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper. "Did you like that, Doctor? Because, for me, it's currently the only way to momentarily silence them." He closed his eyes, a flicker of pain crossing his face. "Can you hear them, Doctor? I know you can. I am inside you now. You can hear the never-ending drumbeat." 

As he pulled the lever, he screamed with joy, "Themyscira, here I come!"

The moment the TARDIS materialized in Themyscira, it felt as though time itself paused, holding its breath in reverence. The fabled island, untouched by mortal hands, radiated an ethereal glow as the iconic blue police box emerged in a swirl of golden light.

The sands of the pristine shore rippled outward in response, as if the very essence of the island had been waiting for this precise moment to awaken from its timeless slumber.

Stepping out of the TARDIS, the Doctor was met with a land unspoiled by time—a realm of pure, primal beauty. His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, drinking in the raw magnificence of Themyscira. Kneeling to touch the soft, sun-warmed sand, he muttered to himself,

"Oh, what a beautiful place this is. I get it now, Doctor—why you told me to see the universe... and why you had all those beautiful companions."

The Doctor strolled along the Amazonian beach, his eyes wandering across the vibrant scenery. Then he noticed a group of Amazonian warriors gathered in a circle, their intense training unfolding before him. Two warriors sparred in the center, each strike echoing with such force that miniature shockwaves rippled through the air.

The sheer power of their combat was mesmerizing, but it didn't take long for the warriors to notice him.

"Hey! You there!" one of the lead warriors shouted, her voice cutting through the sound of crashing waves. "I'm speaking to you!" Her eyes narrowed as she barked, "Catch him! CATCH HIM!"

Before the Doctor could react, a few swift strides brought the younger Amazonian warriors to his side. They grabbed him with ease, their strength undeniable.

The leader approached, her piercing gaze scanning him from head to toe. She reached out, tugging at his coat with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"Weird clothing you have here. Who the hell are you?"

The Doctor gave a sly smirk. "I'm the Doctor."

Her brow furrowed. "We don't need doctors here—we're in perfect health." Her voice turned sharp. "I'll ask you again: who the hell are you, and how did you get here?"

The Doctor's smirk deepened, refusing to lose his composure. The warrior, unimpressed, delivered a brutal punch to his stomach. He crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. The blow was so powerful that for a fleeting moment, he felt the flicker of regeneration energy threatening to ignite.

"Take him to the Queen for further investigation," the leader commanded, her voice cold and unyielding.

Two warriors hoisted the Doctor to his feet, dragging him away toward the heart of Themyscira.

The Doctor was marched through the streets of Themyscira, flanked by stern-faced Amazonian warriors on either side. The vibrant island, alive with a blend of ancient tradition and natural beauty, unfolded before his curious eyes. The streets were lined with elegant columns and marble statues, each a testament to the Amazons' artistry and reverence for their history.

The people stopped in their tracks to stare. Women of all ages—artisans, scholars, and warriors—paused their tasks to take in the sight of the stranger being escorted. Their gazes were a mix of curiosity and suspicion, some whispering in hushed tones, others glaring with distrust. The Doctor could feel their eyes following him, each step amplifying the weight of their scrutiny.

A group of children darted out from behind a sculpted fountain, their laughter faltering as they spotted him. They clutched one another, wide-eyed, as though they'd just encountered a mythical beast.

"Not exactly a warm welcome," the Doctor muttered under his breath, earning a sharp nudge from one of his escorts.

They ascended a grand staircase carved from pristine white stone, its edges adorned with vines of golden ivy that seemed to shimmer under the sunlight. At the top, an immense structure loomed—a palace that was both fortress and sanctuary. Its towering spires pierced the sky, and its walls were etched with intricate reliefs depicting the Amazons' victories and legends.

The massive bronze doors to the throne room creaked open, revealing a space that took even the Doctor's breath away.

The chamber was colossal, its ceiling stretching impossibly high, supported by pillars of polished marble that glowed faintly in the sunlight streaming through the skylights. The floor was a mosaic masterpiece, depicting scenes of Amazonian lore in dazzling hues of gold, blue, and crimson. Torches burned along the walls, their flames flickering as though bowing in reverence to the room's majesty.

At the far end of the chamber, on a raised dais, sat the Queen of Themyscira. Her throne, carved from a single block of glimmering obsidian, was adorned with golden accents that mirrored her regal aura. She was an imposing figure—her posture commanding, her gaze sharp and calculating. She wore an elegant yet battle-ready gown of silver and gold, a crown of laurel leaves resting lightly upon her head.

The Doctor was shoved forward, his boots echoing against the polished floor. He straightened himself, brushing off his coat as though he were strolling into a casual meeting.

"Ah," he said with a disarming grin, his eyes locking with the Queen's. "You must be the one in charge. I must say, your decorating skills are impeccable."

The throne room fell silent. Every warrior, courtier, and attendant turned to the Queen, waiting for her reaction. Her lips curled into a faint, unreadable smile as she leaned forward ever so slightly.

"And you," she said in a voice both melodic and authoritative, "must be the boldest fool I have ever encountered."

"State your name, stranger, before the Queen," a warrior commanded, her voice echoing through the throne room.

The Doctor tilted his head with a slight smile. "I am the Doctor."

The Queen of Themyscira narrowed her piercing eyes. "'The Doctor' is not a name. State your true name."

The Doctor remained silent, his expression unreadable as he licked his lips and gazed steadily at her. His silence was an act of defiance, but it carried an edge of mystery that unsettled the room.

The Queen's patience wore thin. She turned to one of her attendants, her voice firm. "Bring me the Lariat of Hestia."

An ornate golden box was carried into the throne room. As the lid was lifted, the contents inside shimmered with divine light. The Lariat of Hestia, a golden rope imbued with the power of truth, was carefully removed and placed in the Queen's hands.

Without hesitation, the Queen flung the lasso around the Doctor, its glowing length coiling around him like a serpent. As she gripped the rope, her eyes seemed to blaze with ancient power, and the Doctor's body stiffened. A trance-like stillness overtook him, his gaze locked in the pull of the lariat's magic.

"I will ask you again," the Queen intoned, her voice resonating with authority. "Who are you?"

The Doctor's smirk faltered as he struggled against the rope's influence. His lips trembled, and finally, the truth spilled out, unbidden.

"I am… I am… the Master," he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and resignation.

A murmur rippled through the court as the Queen's brow furrowed in thought. She closed her eyes, her grip on the lasso tightening.

"I sense another essence within you," she said, her voice laced with suspicion. "It is faint, fading, but it is still there."

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto the Doctor—or the Master. "Why have you come here?" she demanded.

The Master's voice trembled as he replied, his struggle against the lariat's power evident. "I came… I came to… I came to." His words faltered, his resistance evident but faltering under the divine magic compelling him to speak the truth.

Then, with a sudden and desperate movement, the Master reached into his coat. The room gasped as he produced a device—his sonic screwdriver. His thumb flicked over the activation switch, and a sharp, oscillating sound filled the air. The golden coils of the Lariat of Hestia flickered as its magic began to unravel under the disruptive frequencies of the sonic.

He activated the screwdriver once again and every Amazonian in the throne room started to moan from intense aurosal " I came to fuck you all"

with another flick of the sonic screwdriver, the tardis materialized. And their aurosal intensity increased. The moaning echoed through the hallway.

The queen in intense pleasure as she couldn't stop spreading her trembling legs in her throne "What are you doing to us?" The Master stepped up to the throne.. She commanded her two guards.as the guards still in ectasy , The master just pointed the sonic screwdriver at them, and they squirting through their armor.

 as they crutched their abdomen. " I heard a legend, once..That there is no mortal man that has ever made an Amazonian reach true orgasm, Though am no mere mortal,I shall take this as a challenge" She just kept moaning and touching her breasts. The master pointed his sonic screwdriver to the Tardis. and 20 of the cybermen walked out.

And his nude clones appeared in each amazonian in the throne and started undressing them.

"mmmmh!..mmh!..You are mistaken if you think you can get away with this" the queen talked.. The master started undressed her armored skirt. and started sucking her wet pussy dry. her face twitched and twitched with pleasure. The master then inserted the sonic screwdriver and flicked it. "Oh! would you look at that" .And backets of juices started flowing, flowing. as she moaned.

"MMMh!, Mmmh! Mmmh!, stop this. I demmand you to stop this immediately."

The cybermen grabbed some of the amazonians tore their clothings and started vibrating their cocks inside as amazonians moaned."Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck , What the hell is this". The clones started pounding inside them doggy style, cow girl styles.

Then the master fully undressed the queen. and made stand ,kept her into Ballet Dancer position. as he raised her one leg and faced her. "As he started kissing her visiouly while fucking her" in her head she thought " Why the hell am I feeling like this..good?" The master telepathically talked to her " Because I want you to, just give in to your woman desires"

Some Amazonians already started to cum from the pounding that was taking place. "Ah!Ah! Ah! I am coming, I am comingggggggg" one warrior said.. The master " Seems the legends are false, dissapointing"

The moaning echoed through the hallway. "Yes, Yes, Fuck, Fuck, Yessss" as the every other warrior came. and those who received the master's jizz rejuvinated with intense euphoria. "What the hell is this, power?"

Then the master with sonic screwdriver. dematerialized the cybermen and the clones. but the aurosal was still there. the warriors started sucking each other off, scissoring and kissing each other.

The master switched the queen's body. to face her her warriors in a Standing Doggy Style position. And started pounding, POUNDING! on her. the cheeks slaps were as louder as her moans.as the sound reverberated on the room. As she hid her face. her warriors looking at her.

The master came into her, and she experienced a feeling she couldn't understand an euphoria outside of this world. She started moaning louder and louder removed her hands from her lustful eyes.

"Yes, Yes, fuck me, moree , moree. Give me moreee!" the master hounded in pleasure " SAY MY NAME!" The queen screamed and pleaded in pleasure "The Master, I want more. I need more Master" then the master turned her in wheelbarrow position and continued hammering her. as her boobs were jumping up and down.

"Yes,Yes,Yes..fuck ..fuck me master..Fuckkkkkkkkk me!" as she experienced an orgasm she never felt before. as the warrior were looking at her some in disgust but many with envy.

She started sucking his cock "Oh!,this cock, this manly cock" "Okay, honourable queen, I came here with for some business". The master added while being sucked up dry.