Title: Adventure 5: Experiment No. 1

Characters: Tenth Doctor, Martha, Rass (oc)

Rating: NC-17


A/N: For those new to the game, you can catch up on Rass’s exploits here.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] concordiaadieu for providing a bit of beta!



Adventure 5: Experiment No. 1

“It seems the little head has a mind of its own.” Martha watched as the EEG line spiked and began frantically moving across the screen. “Sorry. You’re quite majestic, you know, in your own way.” She bent forward and gently kissed Rass’s head. The line moved a bit less erratically, and she returned her attention to the Doctor, who was now propped up on his elbows on the bed. From the readouts on the monitor attached to his head, she could see that his mind was racing as he tried to sort out exactly how this had happened.

“Time Lords,” Martha sighed. “You lot are just amazing, you know that? I mean, lop off a hand and you grow a new one—and then keep the old one around to grow a new body! You say, ‘You know, I think I’ll grow a penis today’ and wham, you’ve got one, but not just an ordinary penis, no, that would be too easy. Yours can communicate, can think, and—“ her tone had become increasing incredulous “—it can even access space and time!” She paused and glanced at the Doctor, who now looked very, very frightened, and winked. “I might never leave.” She sat next to his outstretched body on the bed, and gave him a gentle, but insistent, kiss.

His hand reached up to pull her closer as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Martha moaned softly, the Doctor groaned deeply, and Rass’s line on the monitor became a blur of motion. Of course, neither of them noticed that, but the Doctor was definitely aware that his new friend was becoming quite anxious to be under cover and in motion. He chuckled as Martha paused their kiss. “You know what? I am good.”

“Oy!” cried Martha, and she pinched him. “I couldn’t be the judge of that,” she sniffed, rising from the bed and folding her arms before her.

“What?” The Doctor was crestfallen, and even Rass’s monitor showed that he’d lost a bit of his vigor. “Didn’t you enjoy that? Back at your flat? Wasn’t I,” his eyes looked downward, “good?”

Martha felt a bit of pity for him as she remembered the nervousness that accompanied her first time, and every first time with a new lover. She sat back on the bed and stroked his cheek, taking care not to remove the electrodes. “You were lovely,” she said gently, “and I can’t wait for us to figure out how to deal with the cheering section,” she moved her hand to gently touch Rass, eliciting a soft moan from the Doctor’s throat, “so that we can continue what we started. I’ve got loads to teach you about human women.”

“Really?” he smirked, a bit of his playful arrogance returning. “Well, then, Dr. Jones, what say we get back to work so that we can get back to my lessons.” He raised a finger to the opening at the neck of her blouse, then traced a line from the hollow of her throat to the point where one tiny button frustrated his desire to expose her breast to his tongue. Martha released Rass, then rose to collect the notepad she’d been using to record results from the tests. She returned to the bed, which she maneuvered to raise the Doctor’s torso so that he was in a nearly upright position. He scooted over to give her room, and she sat next to him as they reviewed the results together.

To any passerby, it would have seemed the strangest sight. There was the patient, naked save the small white circles attached to his forehead, temples, penis, and scrotum, and the doctor, fully clothed (including lab coat), sitting next to each other on the bed. After watching for a few moments, our fictitious passerby would notice that the patient’s arm had snaked around the doctor’s waist, removed the blouse from the waistband of her trousers, and begun the ascent up her torso. They’d also see the doctor’s hand gently removing the electrodes from the patient’s penis and scrotum, then begin to gently stroke the patient’s thighs, hips, and belly while they argued over the test results. Our observer, utterly entranced by the sight of two people molesting each other while discussing scientific and telepathic principles, would have learned, as Martha and the Doctor did, the following important lessons about Time Lord and Human anatomy:

  1. The Doctor’s penis was, in fact, sentient and telepathic, although to what extent the telepathy extended the Doctor could not say, since he seemed unable to actually communicate with Rass in any way other than through touch. He couldn’t, no matter how he grasped and stroked and pleaded and concentrated, actually hear what Rass may or may not be thinking. He could only feel the sensations any humanoid male might feel emanating from this wondrous and maddening appendage.

  2. Time Lord penises do not like being thought of as “appendages,” as the word implies to their minds a vestigial, and not entirely integral, purpose. The Doctor, of course, doesn’t see things this way, and can’t understand why his penis suddenly went limp in Martha’s hand, but quickly ascertains that speaking the word “appendage” shuts down all strengthening processes, and vows to strike the word from his vocabulary, along with any others that might diminish minimize shorten truncate decrease lessen upset his newest companion.

  3. Time Lord penises respond well to the scent of a Human female’s arousal.

  4. They are even more responsive to the taste.

  5. Especially when their host body’s tongue and nose are in contact with the font of the aforementioned scent’s source.

  6. It is fairly easy to lower a hospital bed whilst in the throes of pre-orgasmic ecstacy, a lesson for which Martha Jones was very grateful. This was really of little importance for the Time Lord/Human anatomy lesson but that it made learning the last lesson easier.

Our voyeuristic hospital visitor has just been found out by the night nurse, who heartily disapproves of his choice of masturbatory location, and whisks him off to a nearby examination room, where she will most energetically and enthusiastically rehearse the scene we real voyeurs are about to witness in the TARDIS Med Bay.

Martha quickly removed her lab coat after tossing aside the notepad. Her trousers had long since been cast to the floor and she knew that her blouse would follow them as soon as the Doctor could tear himself away from the feast between her legs. Her hands clutched and grasped at his hair as his nose and tongue licked and probed and sucked at her. His oral abilities were astounding, and his tongue was part explorer (licking long strokes to trace her boundaries), part finger (touching and circling around her clit like a button or a trackball—the most apt, but utterly unsexy image she could conjure. She’d never look at her laptop in quite the same way), part suction cup (when joined with his lips to suckle gently, then not so gently, at the swelling bud), part spelunker (diving into the damp, hot cavern only his hand and cock had experienced earlier. His tongue was eager to dwell in this cave, his nose having replaced it as the finger on her clit).

As Martha writhed beneath him, her moans increasing in volume and number, her cries of “yes,” and “Doctor” urging him on to finish a race he didn’t realize he was in, he remembered how she’d responded earlier in her flat and slipped one, then two, then three fingers into her, and returned his lips and tongue to their earlier post at the now-engorged nub. Her hands froze on his head as her hips began to buck against his mouth and hands, and his fingers could feel her muscles contracting as they thrust into her faster and faster to match her frantic rhythm. She caught him by surprise when she came, her hips thrusting upward one last long lingering time, her moans turning into cries, and as he sucked and licked her while she whimpered softly, he’d never been so happy to hear his name spoken through tears. When she’d calmed, she stroked his hair gently, and he rested his chin at the base of her belly, his fingers stroking her softly.

“Was that good then?” he smiled at her, and she nodded as she covered her eyes with her right hand.

“Very good. In fact,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows to look him in the eye, “I have a hard time believing you’ve never done that before.”

“Well,” he looked thoughtful, as though he were accessing a huge haystack of a database to search out one cyber needle, “I do have a fondness for licking things, although I can’t really say that I’ve ever had—or given—this particular pleasure.” He grinned as he shifted to look at Rass, who was calmly, but attentively, awaiting his turn. “I must admit that now I’m wondering what it would feel like to—“

His voice trailed off, and Martha took his meaning quite readily, patting the space on the bed next to her. “Lie down then,” she commanded, her strength returning along with her desire to continue her exploration of her new friend, “and let me examine you a bit further.”

He shifted his body, positioning his feet near her head. “You know Martha,” he said, an idea dawning on him as she began to move her body, “we’re nearly perfectly positioned to—oh, my, Martha Jones, you’re brilliant,” he hissed through his now-clenched teeth as Martha lowered her mouth onto his cock. His fingers gripped the bed linens as he felt her sucking him.

I’m not going to last very long if you keep this up, Rass said—quite calmly, she noted.

Sorry, she replied. I just usually like to make a grand entrance, she thought, then she slowly dragged her tongue up the underside of his cock from the base to the tip, pausing to lick the bead of moisture at the end of her journey before sliding him back into her mouth. That better?

“Yessss,” hissed the Doctor, and for a moment, Martha thought that he might have heard her thoughts. She needed to test this theory.

Rass, she began, what’s the square root of 65?

How should I know? Oh, yes Martha, that’s lovely. Swirl your tongue just like that.

She tried again. What are happy primes?

Mmm, that’s so—happy primes? Ask him about that, why don’t you—that’s his purview, not mine. Now, back to your mouth. You know what would really complement this fantastic thing you’re doing with your tongue along that ridge? If you’d move your hand from his thigh to stroke my balls—oh, yes, just like that, you ARE good, you know—and if you feel so inclined, after a while you can—yes, I was thinking you might want to touch him there, but maybe not just yet. I’d like to enjoy this a bit longer.

You’ve got a gob as bad as him, Martha thought. This will shut you up.

Martha increased the pressure of her licking as she pushed a finger into the Doctor’s arse and pressed against him from within. The Doctor began to thrust into her mouth, and she stroked his shaft as her mouth and tongue sucked and licked at Rass’s head. She could hear the Doctor’s moans nearly drowning out Rass’s grunts and whimpers.

“Oh, Martha, oh, yes, so good…so…oh…Martha, I…uh…oh oh oh OH OH…MARTHAAAAA!”

Like hers had done before, his hips lifted from the bed as he came, and Martha could feel, taste, smell, and see (in her mind’s eye) the fruit of her labors, her mind filled with that same golden glow she’d experienced before. This is what time tastes like, she thought as she swallowed then lapped and gently sucked at him to extract everything she could.

Sort of, said Rass, although it’s really more a fusion of his seminal fluid and the regeneration energy, which is a form of time, but not time per se.

Happy primes are out of your purview but you’ll natter on at me about the finer points of time and regeneration?

I only bother with the topics that are directly relevant to my own livelihood and, she could swear she felt him smirking in her mind, my pleasure. You’re delightful, Martha Jones. I think I’ll take a small rest now.

He softened and slipped from her mouth. Martha chuckled as she gave him a gentle kiss, then she began a slow journey north, kissing and lapping her way up the Doctor’s torso until she reached his lips, which she assaulted as soon as they came into view. His arms held her close to him as they kissed languidly, and he enjoyed the taste of her mingled with what he knew was his own essence.

They rested for a while, his hands stroking her back through the material of her blouse while her head lay on his chest and her hands played with the soft hair there. Martha was the first to speak.

“I think I may have sorted out what’s going on with Rass,” she said, “but first I need to ask you a question.”

“Right now, Martha Jones, there’s no question to which I’d deny you an answer,” he sighed, and for a moment Martha wondered whether she should ask a very different sort of question to the one she’d planned. No, she had to sort this out.

“What are happy primes?”

His hand stopped abruptly at the small of her back. “Is this what you humans talk about after sex? Recreational mathematics? Brilliant! Well,” he began, “happy primes are—wait. Haven’t I already told you about them before?”

“When?” she asked.

“Back on that cargo ship, you know, with the pub quiz and the unscrupulous captain and the ‘burn with me’—ooo, I think that may have new meaning for us now, Martha, eh?—and you almost fell into that sun—don’t you remember?”

“Yes,” she said tentatively, “but is that the only time we’ve discussed it?”

“Well—“ he thought carefully “–I don’t recall any other time we’ve chatted about mathematics ever, so yes, that would be it.”

“That’s what I thought,” Martha sighed, then propped herself up on an elbow to look into the Doctor’s eyes. “You didn’t hear a word of my conversation with Rass, did you?”

The Doctor nearly knocked Martha off the bed as he bolted to sit up straight. “He spoke to you again?”

“Yes, he did, and let’s get one thing straight right now, Mister.” The Doctor could see a bit of Francine in Martha’s eyes and was momentarily scared, then not a little bit turned on. “You’ve got to work on your post-coital manners. I know you’re excited, but you nearly pushed me onto the floor just then!” The Doctor was cowed for a moment, but Martha could quickly see the return of the playful gleam in his eyes. “All right, you can be enthusiastic about this little mystery,” she sighed, “but can we move to a bigger bed? This one’s a bit small and this room’s a bit sterile.”

He nodded, then gathered their clothing and the notes from the tests before offering Martha his hand. He put his arm around her shoulder to pull her close, then snuck a quick kiss. Our earlier voyeur, just now sneaking out of the exam room where the night nurse is softly sleeping, would see a strange sight were he standing at the door to the hallway—a very tall, very pale, very naked man holding his clothing in one arm and a dark-skinned almost-naked woman in the other as they chatted and strolled down the corridor. Something in their manner—perhaps the ease of their movements, the gentle laughter they shared, or, more likely, the way the man’s hand slowly slid down the woman’s back to stop at the soft curves of her arse—would send him back in to the nurse, ready for a second round of examination. Of course, in doing so, he’d have missed the final, and most important bit, of the Time Lord/Human anatomy lesson:

The only way to hear what a Time Cock has to say is for said Time Cock to be inside the body of the hearer.


From: [identity profile] catholicphoton.livejournal.com


“I might never leave.”

Who could blame her? XD

Our voyeuristic hospital visitor has just been found out by the night nurse, who heartily disapproves of his choice of masturbatory location, and whisks him off to a nearby examination room, where she will most energetically and enthusiastically rehearse the scene we real voyeurs are about to witness in the TARDIS Med Bay.

Rass's aura is spreading orgasmic love wherever he goes ;)

Love love love the imagery in the descrption of the Doctor's tongue *is ded from teh hawt*

Is this what you humans talk about after sex? Recreational mathematics? Brilliant!

Awwwww!!

The Doctor could see a bit of Francine in Martha’s eyes and was momentarily scared, then not a little bit turned on.

*cackles madly*

Like I said the style really puts me in mind of Douglas Adams! He would have approved of this pr0n XD

From: [identity profile] fourzoas.livejournal.com


Who could blame her? XD

No one, that's who, although I can imagine that Rass might be a bit annoying after a while.

Rass's aura is spreading orgasmic love wherever he goes ;)

He does like to spread a little sunshine when he can--even to nonexistent people!

Love love love the imagery in the descrption of the Doctor's tongue *is ded from teh hawt*

Thanks! It feels a bit cumbersome to me at times and I may tweak it a bit in the next day or two, but I like the idea of the different roles his tongue takes--it is quite talented, after all!

Very glad you enjoyed it, and thanks again for giving it a once-over!
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From: [identity profile] persiflage-1.livejournal.com


Wow! Your crack is getting crackier! Imaginary voyeurs and night nurses?! o_O

Still, the secksings was hawt, and really, who can blame Martha for considering she might never leave?

Rass is clearly a wicked fellow and rather insatiable!

From: [identity profile] fourzoas.livejournal.com


Wow! Your crack is getting crackier! Imaginary voyeurs and night nurses?! o_O

I'm still not quite sure where that all came from, but apparently I was in a crackish mood this evening!

Still, the secksings was hawt, and really, who can blame Martha for considering she might never leave?

Indeed, how could she, especially after the Doctor has auditioned his tongue? LOL--she'd be a fool to leave that bit alone, much less leave behind Rass!

Rass is clearly a wicked fellow and rather insatiable!

Well, he's definitely aware of what he stands to gain in the exchange!
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From: [identity profile] persiflage-1.livejournal.com


I'm still not quite sure where that all came from, but apparently I was in a crackish mood this evening!

I'll say! I'm scared of trying to write him, 'cos I'm rarely in a crackish mood.

Indeed, how could she, especially after the Doctor has auditioned his tongue? LOL--she'd be a fool to leave that bit alone, much less leave behind Rass!

So very true!!

Well, he's definitely aware of what he stands to gain in the exchange!

So I noticed!!

From: [identity profile] radiantbaby.livejournal.com


This was so utterly brilliant -- especially the subplot of the imaginary voyeur and night nurse! I [heart] voyeurism, real or imaginary. Yum.

Martha is a very lucky gal to be involved in such experimentation, even if said experiments may end up a bit tiresome after a while (Rass seems a wee bit insatiable, methinks). I love Rass's personality so far (which is quite odd to talk about the personality of the Doctor's cock, but there you go) and I love the eagerness of the Doctor to explore these new sexual pleasures.

Very hot smexy secksings as well -- but then I have a bit of a penchant for oral sex* (both giving and receiving).

*fans self at thought of Doctor's oral fixation being applied in such a way*

Anyway, very, very yummy and I can't wait to read more! :)


* As a random aside, years back I noticed a trend in fanfic where -- much like straight pr0n -- women didn't seem to get much oral sex. I found this very disappointing, so I decided then that I would pioneer fic with oral sex occurring at least once in nearly all my own fics going forward, hoisting aloft my flag for cunnilingus, doing my duty for queen and country women readers anywhere. Hurrah!

From: [identity profile] fourzoas.livejournal.com


This was so utterly brilliant -- especially the subplot of the imaginary voyeur and night nurse! I [heart] voyeurism, real or imaginary. Yum.

LOL--I thought you might enjoy that bit, although much like Mrs. Martin, he just sort of appeared. I don't know why I keep popping these random watchers/listeners into my stories.

Martha is a very lucky gal to be involved in such experimentation, even if said experiments may end up a bit tiresome after a while (Rass seems a wee bit insatiable, methinks).

I think she's quite enjoying things so far, but eventually she's going to need a bit of a nap--as will the Doctor. And Rass did tell her that he needed some rest, so I think she's going to be OK. Besides, if Rass is too demanding, there's always the TARDIS...

I love Rass's personality so far (which is quite odd to talk about the personality of the Doctor's cock, but there you go) and I love the eagerness of the Doctor to explore these new sexual pleasures.

I'm still discovering what he's like (and yes, I realize how ridiculous the whole scenario feels!), and I'm afraid he's going to get too annoying, which I have to fight against. He needs to be likable!

Very hot smexy secksings as well -- but then I have a bit of a penchant for oral sex* (both giving and receiving).

*fans self at thought of Doctor's oral fixation being applied in such a way*

Anyway, very, very yummy and I can't wait to read more! :)


Thanks! Writing that bit was a bit intense. I feel bad, though, for the Doctor, since every time Martha is anywhere near Rass, he steals all of the attention...

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From: [personal profile] syien_island


Soooooo...

...does Rass speak in the Doctor's voice to Martha?

And hurrah for oral sex!!! *turns red and runs away*

From: [identity profile] fourzoas.livejournal.com


...does Rass speak in the Doctor's voice to Martha?

You know, I don't know! I need to think about that.

And hurrah for oral sex!!! *turns red and runs away*

Sweetheart, I don't think there's anyone on this thread who's anti-oral! LOL

BTW--love the icon--Faye!
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Oh you're familiar with Cowboy Bebop? Luvd it since I first started watching it on Japanese cable back in 1998 (undubbed! all I could understand were the swearwords and baka) One of these days I'm going to write a DW/CB crossover of epic proportions. Or find someone who'll write it for me.
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