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He stared at her, then slowly began to move forward, towards her.
"I've been alone for so long in this house. So long, Amy."
The doors swung shut. Amy backed away.
"So long without a woman's touch. The feel of her skin.."
"Doctor," she warned lowly. For every step she retreated, he moved forward. "Don't do this. Fight it."
The Doctor just smiled, slowly. There was an agonizing silence, and then lunged for her.
Amy tried to dash for the side, but he was too quick. He pinned her against a mahogany wall, with her arms up above her. She screamed and fought. But whatever was controlling the Doctor was far too strong. He leaned against her chest and silenced her with a rough kiss to her lips. She could feel him up against her. His erection against her crotch.
"Why do you fight me? Isn't this what you've always wanted?" The Doctor purred. "I know. You've been fantasizing about it."
She continued to twist and struggle, but his words were true. Even as he said them, her resistance fell and she began to put more passion into the kisses. When he released her wrists she wrapped them around his waist.
The kisses were intoxicating. She didn't notice when he slipped off her sweater, pulled away her clothes to reveal her in her black-laced bra and panties. They were a stark contrast to her pale skin.
He began to undress, too. He threw his jacket aside, undid his suspenders and unbuttoned his shirt. They continued to kiss fiercely, while moving towards the couch. They fell upon the red cushion, with Amy lying on the bottom. It took no time before the Doctor was feeling her breasts and then caring tenderly over them.
"I .. I need.." She barely panted. She tried to express just how badly she wanted him, but he was going to torture her and take his time.
The Doctor did one final kiss and then began to nibble at her ear, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He moved to her neck, then kissed her collarbone. He brushed his lips against each breast in turn, and then trailed soft kisses down her belly, then to her thighs.
He very slowly pulled her panties down her legs, hunger in his eyes when he saw they were soaking.
He put his head between her legs and began to very softly lick up the juices between her thighs. He played with her clit while he did this. Amy was breathless and was struggling not to buck against him.
"Doctor! Now! Please," she whimpered, spreading her legs wide for him. The Doctor stepped out of his underwear, revealing his rock hard (and throbbing) cock. He swept forward and with one stroke buried himself in her. She gasped and then moaned. He pulled out so that the tip of his cock was just inside her - then thrust back in again.
The Doctor put on hand om her hip, and one on her breast, and moved slowly in and out.
Amy felt amazing, and she was nearly on the brink of orgasm. She felt like wet, wonderful velvet. Everything about her drove the
Time Lord absolutely mad.
The Doctor was now having trouble staying quiet and he began to grunt with each thrust in her.
He began to go hard, but slow, ramming his full length into her with each time. Amy reached with one hand down to her clit and began to pleasure herself in time with his thrusts.
After a short while of this, the Doctor began to go faster. She cried out in surprise at the sudden increase of speed.
He swiftly changed positions so he was directly above her, and began to fuck her just as quickly as before. She took her hands and ran them through his hair, then grasped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin.
This, combined with the amazing heat and pressure he felt against him, finally drove him into climax. He exploded inside her - and sent ropes of cum into her. Almost instantly after, she orgasmed as well. Her pussy tightened around him and her own cum mixed with his.
As he pulled his limp cock out of her and collapsed, exhausted, onto the couch, sperm gushed out of her. Amy sighed and laid her arms back. Finally, after what she'd longed for for so long, it had happened.
Sure, it took some ghost-mind-influencing. But she went with the "doesn't matter, had awesome Time-Lord sex" thought.
The Doctor fell asleep rather quickly. Amy didn't blame him - he had been controlled by a freaky aura. She put one of the silky blankets over him, then admired the smooth contours of his face. She'd never really noticed it before, but his skin was nearly flawless. He was warm, too, whereas the rest of the room was rather chilly.
She sighed once, contentedly. Amy was far too tired to try and find a place to clean herself up at the moment. She returned to the warm cushions, curled up around a pillow, and fell effortlessly into sleep.
---(later)---
Amy opened her eyes. It was warm, and comfy. She snuggled with the blankets and adjusted her sleeping position.
Strange. She had so much room on this couch to stretch.
Then she realized she was on her bed, in the TARDIS. Her confusion turned to disappointment.
She wasn't in the creepy-medieval-mansion anymore. The Doctor wasn't curled up sleepily across from her.
She sighed. It had just been another crazy fantasy that her brain had concocted for her. She climbed out of her cozy bed, rubbing her eyes, and shuffled into the TARDIS console room.
"Good morning, Amelia."
The Doctor's voice came from somewhere below her. Since the console room's floor was transparent, she peered down to the niche where the Doctor worked on the TARDIS's technical features. He rested on a hammock, laying before the impossibly difficult machinery that was the TARDIS.
"Morning," she returned casually. He tossed a piece of smoking metal below the hammock. Other mechanical items were strewn about there as well.
"Still sore from yesterday?" He asked as if he were asking about the weather.
"What?" Her heart fluttered in hope.
"Don't tell me you forgot. You were so excited you practically ripped my pants off," the Doctor said sarcastically.
"That really happened? The- the ghost and the sex? All of it?" She came down the stairs to peer at the doctor quizzically. The Time Lord merely glanced at her, and smiled.
"Go and make yourself some breakfast, Pond. I'll take you somewhere fun today," he promised. Amy's face lit up and she rushed off.
The Doctor sighed, amused. She may have not remembered, but he remembered every detail. The sweat on her pale skin, the shine of pleasure in her eye. Amy had wanted that for so long. Oh, he knew. He knew the whole time. He'd been wanting that as well.
He especially liked to watch while she was sleeping. Her expression was so peaceful. Of course, he'd had almost an hour to observe, because he carried her back to the TARDIS.
Because she'd been asleep she might have questions. Like if she snored or something silly. But maybe she'd ask if he was still possessed. And .. he might have to .. stretch the truth about that..
The Doctor slid off of the hammock and brushed the hair out of his face. The "ghost" wasn't actually a ghost, it was a sort of bioluminescent buglike creature called a "Clarus creatura" that liked to linger around old human buildings. They ate dust motes, which was why the mansion was spotless.
And they didn't actually possess people. The Doctor smiled and prepared to go up and meet her for breakfast.
He had been in control the whole time.
But ... Amy didn't need to know that.
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