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Rhodes Island didn’t have any luxurious bedrooms, and so when Verna — who was once known as Operator Siege — suggested that she and the Doctor move their honeymoon to a royal suite in Londinium proper, there was little in the way of refusal from all parties involved.
That was to say, Siege knew good and damn well what the dorm rooms were like on Rhodes Island, and she’d be damned if she allowed such stifling conditions to serve as the backdrop for their not-so-immaculate conception.
While the Doctor was off with Verna — the true Queen of Victoria — the primary landship of Rhodes Island kept itself busy with its necessary affairs. The union of Rhodes Island and the powers that be of Victoria would signal an epoch of cooperation between both parties.
It was not outside the realm of possibility for Rhodes Island and its benefactors to form allegiances with foreign powers and geopolitical entities.
However, this was something truly special. Something dazzling, something charming, something benevolent, something… alluring.
Those amber eyes of hers. That ambitious, discerning gaze. The hungry look she often gave him. The look of someone who always knew exactly what they wanted, and how they were going to get it. Here and now, Verna found it easy to smile in the Doctor’s presence. Once upon a time, that was far from the case. Tonight, however, they would lock their accord. Seal their communion. Tonight, Verna and her precious Doctor would come together as one.
For the future of Victoria, this was paramount.
For the future of Rhodes Island, this was… huge.
Pop!
Like the bottle of champagne that the Doctor had only just uncorked.
Verna watched him with great interest, sitting at the edge of their lavish bed with her cheek resting in her palm. The Doctor poured out their glasses, the glug glug glug from the bottle audible over the faint crackling of the fireplace.
And in a moment, the Doctor walked over to Verna with both their glasses in hand, holding one out for the gorgeous and glorious Aslan to take.
“That’s a nice brand,” Verna told the Doctor, raising her glass after swirling its contents.
Clink!
And their glasses met in greeting. The Doctor and his queen drank deeply together, savoring the champagne and relishing its taste. The Doctor finished his glass first, however. Verna’s long sip is punctuated by a raised eyebrow, and she eyed the black bottle again.
“Demi-Sec?” Verna tuts her tongue. “You must want to fatten me up before I sit on my throne again. That must be your excuse for this champagne and all these desserts.”
She cast her gaze to the trolley near the center of the room, and the spread of sacchariferous pastries and sweets that lined its surface. Empires of strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, and whipped cream — all for them to enjoy.
“Nonsense.” The Doctor smiled lightly. “You’re beautiful enough as you are. I just wanted you to enjoy something sweet tonight.”
“I already am,” purred the lioness. She spread her legs as she finished her own champagne glass, sighing with relief as the sugar-sweet nectar ran down her throat. “Doctor.”
“Yes, Verna?”
“Are you not surprised by this turn of events?” She had to ask.
“I was,” he told her honestly, “until I realized just how much sense it made. And… Well, you and I always had good rapport.”
She smirked. “Always?”
“Well, it’s certainly better now than it was before. Wouldn’t you agree?” He asked her.
“Of course I would,” said Verna. “That’s why I want to bear your child.”
A shiver ran down his spine as she phrased it that way. Bear a child. Although this rendezvous carried massive implications for Rhodes Island and Victoria at large, the simple truth was that they were going to have hot and heavy sex. There was no beating around the bush here: impregnation was the name of tonight’s game, and each player was simply gauging the other at this point in time.
The Doctor of Rhodes Island, and Siege of Glasgow Gang. Alexandrina of Victoria. Vina, Verna, the Aslan had all manner of titles and nicknames and callsigns depending on the situation. Friend, fighter, lover, it didn’t matter as much to Verna as much as it did at this very moment. The Doctor could see the fire in her eyes. A reflection of the fireplace in those amber hues.
Verna wasn’t dressed in regal attire. No fancy dress, no frills, nothing that she would deem ill-fitting and nonsensical for herself. Likewise, the Doctor bore only the same clothes that he’d always used aboard Rhodes Island. That familiar coat, with all its buttons and zippers and such. Practically his shell. The Aslan didn’t mind one bit. After all, neither of them would be dressed for much longer.
“Did I fluster you?” She asked him. Her tone was teasing. With the brunt of Victoria’s troubles behind them, Verna could afford to cut loose now and then — now more than ever. She could better enjoy the company of the man who would give her an heir to the throne. A child who would grow to become the liaison between Rhodes Island and all of Victoria, by her decree.
“You always fluster me,” the Doctor admitted.
“I have that effect on you, huh?” Verna put her champagne glass aside, and she kicked off her shoes. Her tail swayed idly behind her, as if she were patiently waiting for the man in front of her to make the first move. If he didn’t, then she was going to pounce on him like he was her prey, and she was going to savor every second of digging into him.
The Doctor followed suit with undressing. A zipper here, a button there, and his protective layers came right off. Protection was something they definitely wouldn’t be worrying about for the next hour. Or… the next few hours. Or for the rest of the night until the morning, if he couldn’t tame the beast before then!
“Now that’s what I like to see,” said Verna. Her eyes were half-closed, heavy with lust as she eyed her evening lover — the Doctor — as he bared himself to her in an excellent display of health and vitality. He was hard, of course. How could he not be in the presence of such a fine woman, especially as she spread herself for him like this?
The Doctor approached Siege and sealed his lips against her own. Straightaway, Verna’s moans spilled into his mouth, and she lay her palms against his chest while she kissed him passionately and tenderly. He moaned in kind, keeping a hand on his lover’s cheek as he made out with her.
Not one to let the Doctor do all the work, Verna immediately put her hands to work. Taking them off the Doctor’s chest, she slid her palms down until she found his crotch, and she used both hands to jerk the Doctor off while he kissed her. Despite her tenaciousness and her confidence, Siege couldn’t help but blush as she handled his cock for the first time like this. He felt so thick and so filling between her palms that she couldn’t help but think about how heavy and meaty it would feel inside of her.
One step at a time…
Siege stroked his cock steadily, running her hands up and down the Doctor’s shaft while he moaned into her mouth and held her closely. She relished the sounds that he made for her, and she sank against his light touch as she handled him.
Eventually, the two needed fresh air in their lungs. Parting reluctantly, Siege and the Doctor panted in their proximity, a transparent string of saliva connecting their lips together. A thread of their growing lust.
“Doctor…” Siege moaned. She looked down at her own hands, which seemed to move on their own as she rubbed his cock up and down, back and forth like this.
“Are you drooling?” He teased, running a finger along Siege’s lips. She parted her lips and welcomed his digit between them, and the Aslan took pleasure in the man’s taste. She rolled her tongue around the Doctor’s fingertip, humming softly while she savored his touch.
The Doctor, too, was content to explore her mouth as much as she would have him. Whether by his finger or his shaft, he intended on really enjoying her tongue.
“I’m not drooling,” Siege lied.
“You’re drooling over me already?” Another slick taunt from the Doctor. Siege pouted with her lips sealed around his finger. She sucked his digit, humming and licking with pleasure before she parted those soft lips again, so the Doctor could better toy with her slimy pink tongue.
When his finger came out of her mouth, Siege found herself missing it already. “You’re so cocky tonight,” she told him. “But fortunately for you, I love the attitude. It makes me think that you’ll be able to keep up with me tonight.”
Minutes later, the Doctor sipped casually from his glass. This was true bliss: while he sampled that too-sweet champagne and felt its kiss on his tongue, he could look down and see Siege sampling his thick and meaty cock, giving his throbbing shaft a kiss itself.
The lioness’ tail swayed back and forth while she sucked the Doctor’s cock. She bobbed her head up and down over his crotch, throating his dick with vigor.
“Mmmfff…” Siege hummed softly as she fellated the Doctor, feeling his cock twitch between her lips. “Mmm-hmm…”
“Fuck…” The Doctor cursed, and his breath hitched from the pleasurable sensation of Siege’s mouth over his rod. The fingers of his off-hand were wrapped around that champagne glass, and so with his dominant hand, the Doctor raked his digits through the lioness’ mane. He patted Siege over the head firmly and affectionately, welcoming her to take more down her throat. To swallow more of him; he would gladly be her prey if she were his predator.
He didn’t thrust start thrusting just yet. He was happy to let her go at her own pace. Siege pulled back until his cock was almost out of her mouth, and then she swooped in to take it all down to the base, gulping noisily and slurping up the pre-cum that dripped from his tip.
“Fuck, Verna…” The Doctor cursed, watching as Siege deepthroated him without effort. Despite his size, the lioness was confident that she could match him beat for beat, and she opened her eyes to lock her gaze with his own.
And that was when she winked at him. The new Queen of Victoria winked as she blew him, nuzzling the Doctor’s hand in silent encouragement — encouragement to go faster. To really punish her throat and put her in her place, if he would dare do so.
He smiled, tightening his grip on the queen’s hair while he began pumping his hips in and out. He fucked her mouth firmly and rhythmically, grunting as he did so, lost in the pleasure of her hot, dripping wet maw.
Siege gulped down the Doctor’s cock over and over again, drooling over his shaft and feeling it drip onto her bare thighs. Her mate moved his hand from her hair to her cheek, holding her head while he shoved his manhood down the moist cavern on her face.
The fireplace crackled as he used her like this. The air between them was hot and heavy with their passion — a passion that, like a fire, would only grow larger and more scalding.
“Ahhhh~”
Siege popped the Doctor’s cock out of her mouth, and she slid her tongue along its underside, dripping saliva onto her legs while she kept her gaze fixated on the Doctor’s pleasured face. His cock throbbed desperately in front of her. They both needed more from each other.
And then Siege’s stomach rumbled.
It was loud enough to snap her out of her reverie, and she pouted with embarrassment as the Doctor chuckled down at her.
“Didn’t have enough sweets?” He asked. “Sounds like someone’s hungry.”
“Shut up…” Siege huffed. “You’ve got something I want, Doctor. Feed it to me…”
He was all-too-happy to oblige her. Holding the back of her head, the Doctor shoved his thick and slick dick back into her mouth, penetrating her soft lips so that he could fuck her face once more. If Verna was hungry, then the Doctor would feed her. He would do anything for his queen.
Siege could feel the Doctor’s cock throbbing against her tongue. She could feel how close he was. His rapidly approaching orgasm; she couldn’t wait for her meal. And fortunately, the queen wouldn’t have to wait for very long.
The Doctor groaned aloud as he reached his climax. Siege didn’t stop sucking as he came down her throat, bobbing her head up and down over his crotch while she greedily gulped his hot and gooey load. The sheer volume was more than enough to quell the rumbling in the lioness’ tummy, and the queen didn’t waste a single drop of the man’s essence.
“Fuck!” The Doctor panted as he unloaded down the queen’s throat, his body tensing as he spurt, spurt, spurt between the woman’s lips. “V-Verna…!”
Siege hummed happily as the Doctor’s spurts died down, and she licked his cock clean as she came back up and slipped his cock out of her mouth again. As the Doctor huffed and moaned with pleasure, Siege leaned in and planted a sweet smooch on the Doctor’s tip again, giving him a thankful smile.
“Now, this is where the fun really begins,” she told him, and the Doctor gave his queen a wobbly smile.
Indeed, the Doctor’s job was far from over tonight…
A waterfall of sandy brown hair draped over the Doctor’s face. Siege pinned him to the bed, looming over him with all the appearance of a predator that had only just conquered its prey — and the Doctor was relishing every moment of it.
His hands found her hips, and he rubbed her tenderly as she ground her moist sex against the head of his cock. He moaned softly from the stimulation, and as much as Siege would have loved to keep teasing him before the main event, they had a job to do.
The Aslan sank down onto the Doctor’s cock, purring with pleasure as she felt him invade her snatch. He was so immediately filling that she couldn’t help but gasp and orient herself, planting her palms on the Doctor’s chest for the extra leverage.
“Doctor,” Siege moaned, “I expect more from you. The father of my child,” she breathed, “shouldn’t be so relaxed… in their conception.”
The Doctor could only agree. Keeping his hands on Verna’s hips, the Doctor started thrusting in and out of her pussy, moaning aloud at the pleasure of taking her like this. He pumped his hips up and down, shoving himself in deeply before pulling almost all the way out of her hot and wet entrance, and it wasn’t long before Siege wrapped her slender fingers around the Doctor’s throat.
“That’s it,” purred the lioness, “just like that… fuck me, just like that,” she demanded. Of course, the Doctor heeded his queen’s demand, and he steadily fucked Siege from below, watching his woman bounce on his cock and sway her tail in tandem. She smiled widely enough that he could enjoy the sight of her sharp predator teeth — the teeth that she would use to mark her property.
Like now: the Aslan leaned in and started kissing the Doctor’s neck as though to warn him, only to soon transition into biting his collarbone and grazing her teeth against his tensing neck. The thrill of danger sent a shiver up the Doctor’s spine, and he squeezed Verna’s hips as his queen growled in possessiveness over her mate.
“Doctor,” asked Siege, “did you just get harder?” The man smirked.
“Guilty as charged…”
And then he smacked her bare ass, causing her to yelp in sudden surprise. The sensitivity between them was paramount. Siege wouldn’t be letting that go too easily.
“If you’re going to strike me like that, you’d better get ready for me to fight back.”
“I want you to fight back,” the Doctor told her. Siege narrowed her eyes at him, and then her smile doubled in size.
The biting continued. Hard enough that he would keep his focus. Hard enough to really be concerning. The Doctor didn’t care, he simply kept up his thrusting and spanking of the queen’s royal backside, relishing the sharp slapping sound that would echo out whenever he struck her.
Meanwhile, Siege panted and growled as she orally marked her territory, gliding her saw-like lioness teeth against her man’s shoulder now to scratch him up nicely.
The Doctor cursed as Siege held him down and rode him to completion, soon arching her back and mewling with pleasure as she came atop his thick and meaty cock. He could feel his woman milking him; her walls clenching and unclenching around him to try and wring out more of that hot and sticky seed.
He reached his orgasm soon after her own. The Doctor’s body tensed and trembled beneath the lioness as he came inside of her for the first time that night, unloading his spunk inside dear Victoria’s queen. His cock twitched as it spurt; as he creamed his mate and had her chanting his name again and again.
The Aslan was so caught up in the throes of desire that she scratched the Doctor a smidge too hard: she drew blood as she clawed his shoulders, leaving thin and bleeding lines on either side just below his neck. The Doctor gritted his teeth from the pleasure and the pain, watching the woman’s eyes dilate from the sheer adrenaline rush.
“I guess we’ll be staining the room in more than just sweat,” he remarked, seeing the blood trail down his shoulder and towards his chest. “Fuck…”
The couch by the fireplace was their next spot. Verna bent over its arm and stuck out her ass, giving it an enticing wiggle as though the Doctor needed to be enticed any further.
He came up behind her and swatted her rear with one hand, using the other to guide himself right to her entrance. The Aslan purred almost immediately, eyes closing halfway as she bit her lip and locked her tail around the man’s waist.
“For security,” she said. “I need to ensure that every last drop gets inside me…”
“You’ll get an heir,” the Doctor assured, “as long as it takes.” He started pushing into her hot and wet entrance, groaning in pleasure at the queen’s snugness and heat. Verna arched her back as she took the Doctor’s cock from behind, feeling herself grow fuller and fuller until he fully invaded her body with his shaft. “Fuck…”
Another purr from the queen. She threw herself back against him, moaning loudly as she met his thrusts halfway, adoring the way that he squeezed her hips and took her. The heat between them was paramount, no thanks due in part to their growing lust, and the roaring fire nearby.
It was a recipe for a night of sweaty, baby-making sex. Siege wrapped her tail firmly around the Doctor’s waist, just as she firmly intended to get every last drop of the man’s essence. Victoria would have its heir. The Aslan’s lineage would be secured, and one passion-filled tryst would make room for generations of peace and prosperity.
For now, however, the Doctor was happy to earn his place at the royal table. Siege was a powerful and hardy woman. He could be the very same for her.
With that in mind, he spanked her ass over and over again, clapping his palm against his lover’s butt with vim and vigor. She was receptive to such a beating; every time the Doctor smacked Siege’s ass, she moaned out with ecstasy and threw herself back against his crotch even harder.
She cursed aloud as he fucked her. She would have kept her lioness tail snaked snugly around the Doctor’s body, but he grabbed the appendage suddenly and yanked it while he pounded her, making her shriek in joyous pain.
That sweet, sweet pain.
“Arch your back more,” he told her. She grinned as she heeded his instruction, raising her perky butt higher while she bent her head down lower over the arm of the couch. Siege held on dearly as the Doctor speared her dripping wet cunt with gusto, bringing her tail up to his mouth so that he could…
CHOMP!
“AH!” Siege’s eyes went wide, and her tongue dangled from between her lips as she felt her mind go numb. “Doctor!”
The man didn’t reply. He only growled just as she had, with Siege’s tail between his pearly white chompers. All the while, the Doctor spanked her ass with a free hand, watching as the lioness’ ass turned redder and redder from his strikes. He could even see his own handprint there on her cheek, and he felt much more powerful in the face of evidence that he could make the queen of a nation his bitch.
“Doctor!” Verna cried out. “Yes! More!”
He happily obliged, suddenly hefting up one of Verna’s legs so that he could thrust even deeper inside of her. With some repositioning, one of Siege’s ankles rested over the Doctor’s shoulder, and her body formed the letter Y as he fucked her against the couch. As he watched her drool and shiver from the pleasure that took hold of her body.
By now the lioness’ mane had become much more disheveled than usual, and that was really saying something. Her bountiful breasts swung like pendulums as she jerked forward with each deep thrust. Both their bodies glistened with sweat as they made love, and the rhythmic clapping of their hips served as the percussion to their melodic moaning and groaning.
“Verna,” the Doctor warned, “I’m—!”
“Inside!” She nearly hissed at him. “Don’t pull out!”
He wouldn’t dare.
The Doctor slowed his thrusts as his body met with hers, and he groaned loudly as he unloaded a hot and sticky mess into Siege’s greedy cunt for the second time that night. Siege reached another orgasm right then and there, convulsing around the Doctor’s cock and creaming around his meaty shaft, growling with utter euphoria and desire practically radiating off of her.
Her tail fell out of his mouth, bitten and bruised, and she didn’t mind one bit. She shivered just to be touched by him; the pleasure and the pain were paramount, and she could scarcely believe that things would only escalate from there…
The bathroom was the next spot to have fun in. Siege was amazed by the ease with which the Doctor picked her up and put her on the counter, earning a surprised eyebrow raise from the aroused Aslan.
“Been exercising, Doctor?”
“More than I ever wanted to,” he confessed, before planting kisses across her neck to get them started. Siege spread her legs over the edge of the bathroom counter, moaning as she took his cock in her hand and started to stroke him up and down, back and forth slowly.
Meanwhile, the Doctor nipped and licked at Siege’s neck, making her shiver with delight as he teased her; got her engine revving.
“You’re so beautiful,” he remarked, pulling back to get another good look at his queen. “You’re so gorgeous… hah, I’m fortunate to give you a child.”
“I’m feeling fortunate myself,” she told him, blushing at the warmth of his hands all over her tummy. “What do you think you’re doing now?”
“I think they call this body worship,” he teased.
“My stomach?”
“It’ll get a lot bigger. And you’ll still be beautiful,” he added.
“Such a flatterer. You’re trying to butter me up for something — but what?” It tinged her cheeks red as the Doctor groped and played with her tummy, poking and prodding and kneading the flesh of her gut. The woman was toned, of course, but the Doctor couldn’t help but find himself fascinated at the prospect of ruining a body like this with pregnancy.
“Maybe I just love you,” said the Doctor.
“You should be careful who you fall for, Doctor… Tonight was supposed to be more sexual than romantic,” she reminded him.
And yet…
His gaze was deep and piercing. His touch was firm and knowing. He was wise, and comforting, and had been nothing but helpful all throughout their collaboration. Siege would be lying if she said she didn’t consider a future so bright and prosperous with him. Not a suitor, but perhaps her loyal knight. Maybe even her king.
That was a puzzle for later. For now, Siege smiled easily at the Doctor, and she laced her arms around his neck while he slipped his manhood into her.
“Take me again and again,” purred the lioness. “Know that you can have me all to yourself.”
He was satisfied with that for now, and he started thrusting just as he did before, fucking his queen against the bathroom sink with zeal. The way she enveloped his cock was almost indescribable in how wonderful it felt. To be inside her was heavenly, she was hot and wet and paradoxically soft and hard.
The Doctor moaned with pleasure as he pounded her on the counter like this, and Siege was seated in such a way that she could wrap her legs around him and hold him dearly. Her arms went over his back and scratched him on instinct, and the man didn’t mind feeling the lioness’ claws over his bare back. If anything, he enjoyed it when she marked him up like this. Toyed with his body and bruised him so wonderfully.
“Doctor,” Siege whined, “I’m… so sensitive… it’s unfair…” Her breasts bounced as she was taken like this, and even more so when she jolted from the sudden sensation of feeling his teeth against her neck. Their mutual affinity for marking and bruising was apparent; Siege couldn’t wait to boast to Indra and the others about tonight’s conquest, and all the territory that she’d claimed this evening. The Doctor of Rhodes Island was hers — all hers! — and that wasn’t ever going to change.
“You f-feel so good,” the Doctor moaned. “Oh, baby…”
Siege smirked. “B-Baby? Hah… You’ve got some nerve calling your queen Baby,” she whispered, panting every few words. “But, if anyone’s allowed…”
“You don’t want to be my baby?” The Doctor teased her again, this time pressing his forehead against her own so that he could better see her blushing. Verna rolled her eyes, her cheeks a deep crimson from his gooey words.
“Maybe tonight… just for tonight… I’ll be your baby,” Siege mumbled, partly in disbelief at what she was saying. If anyone could get her to say such things, it would be the Doctor, she knew. “Oh, Doctor, yes!”
She dug her nails into his back while he railed her, and they moaned together in the space of the lavish suite’s just-as-lavish bathroom. Rather than moan out at the feeling of Siege clawing down his back like this, the Doctor decided to moan into her own mouth by sealing his lips against her own, kissing her hard, and making out with his queen as she took every last inch of his manhood.
Verna ground up against him as best she could, happily taking his deep and quickening thrusts, and she knew that she was drawing more from him as she clawed him like this. Her fingertips were deadly things; no lover could be so equally sweet and callous with the Doctor. His blood, his sweat, his love. Siege was a greedy queen, and she wanted every last drop all to herself.
Unfair… she thought. I’m already close? How is he doing this to my body? I can’t believe it…
The Doctor pulled away from the kiss with a knowing smile, reaching down with a hand to glide his thumb against Siege’s clitoris while he fucked her. Straightway, the Aslan arched her back and nearly screamed.
“Oh, FUCK!” Verna was on cloud nine, bloodied tail thrashing against the kitchen sink while she trembled in the man’s embrace. “DOCTOR, YES! DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP!”
His opposite hand went to his lover’s breast, and he kneaded her body in worship and adoration while he thrust in and out, back and forth, over and over again. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to — it seemed like Siege was taking control of his body with her own, rocking against him and grunting like an animal as she took his pounding. The more he fucked her, the more she scratched him; marked her territory. She even went back to biting his neck to suppress her girlish squeals of lust and pleasure.
Eventually, he couldn’t last a moment longer. He slammed his hips against her own and unloaded a torrent of cum, flooding the queen’s pussy with yet another hot and gooey load of cum, this one more plentiful and filling than the last two.
He moaned and shook in her arms as he painted her insides white, hosing down the lioness’ deepest parts with his thick, warm essence. Siege came with him a third time, but with this orgasm came the realization that he had well and truly impregnated her.
The first couple of times were highly likely to have achieved their goal, but this third time’s the charm. Verna could feel it, the way her body wrung him dry and the intense heat buildup in her gut. She’d taken; she would bear a child, and it would be their very own. An heir, a baby, a living symbol of their lifelong bond. She could barely even think through the fog of pleasure, shaking and screaming lustfully through her peak.
And as Verna sank into the waters of her sweet, warm afterglow, she knew it to be true. She was a queen, and she was a mother.
…But it never hurts to be sure.
And so round three became round four. Round four made way for round six, and it was morning before they knew it. Their lavish suite had been sullied so tremendously that practically every piece of furniture was used for sex — to make absolutely certain that Alexandrina of Victoria was thoroughly bred.
The Doctor’s back was on fire from all those bleeding scratches. His neck, and Siege’s, were covered in fingermarks and love bites. His crotch ached from how much effort he put into making babies with the hungry lioness. If the Doctor didn’t know any better, he would swear that he painted Siege’s uterus white.
Even now, as she laid next to him on their king-sized bed, she purred with true bliss as she languidly tried to stop that pearly-white spunk from oozing out of her puffy, well-fucked snatch.
“Mmm… Doctor…” Verna turned to look at him with a breathless smile. “My Doctor and my King…”
“Heh, is that so?” He matched her smile with a tired one of his own, panting softly beside her.
“In title only, of course… I’m the true queen of Victoria,” she reminded him. “And… of course, that means I won’t be on Rhodes Island much anymore. I’ll have to leave the landship to stay permanently on Victorian land, to rule and… all that stuff.”
“All that stuff,” the Doctor repeated with a knowing chuckle.
“You shouldn’t be too lonely. I’ll visit when I can. You can do the same,” she promised. “And, of course…”
Siege reached out and she took the Doctor’s hand in her own, placing it carefully on her own tummy.
“Our child… heir to the throne… I’ll send them to Rhodes Island at the right age. They’ll become an operator and liaison between Rhodes Island and Victoria, of course. That’s the plan…”
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” said the Doctor. He peered to the window with a wince, catching the light as it came through the translucent curtains. “We’ve had quite the workout, Verna… I think it might be time for a rest.”
“A rest?” The lioness scoffed. “Please, Doctor. I’m not even sleepy.”
“Zzzzzzzz…”
“Ah, that was faster than I thought…”
The Doctor turned over and kissed his mate on the forehead, letting her rest as much as she needed to. No doubt being a queen was hard work.
No blankets were necessary. Although the fireplace had since gone out, Siege’s sunny smile was more than enough to keep him warm and comfortable.
“Phew…”
With his mate asleep, the Doctor could turn his attention to the trolley of treats that had gone neglected throughout the night. He’d burned countless calories during that all-night romp. It was time to gain them all back again.
I just put a baby in the motherfucking queen of Victoria, he thought suddenly. He looked down and gave his cock an appreciative pat on its head.
Gotta get a crown for you too, buddy. You’ve earned it.