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The space around you rippled, every line blurring faintly as though the world itself heaved a breath. A soft thud heralded the end as reality righted itself and the pressure eased.

You blinked.

Kneeling and coughing on the ground was something that resembled your superior. Two glowing orbs clattered to the ground and rolled away on the uneven floor despite his best attempts at stopping them. A current best attempt that involved a shaky hand and a frustrated hiss.

"Doctor?"

His head snapped up. Despite the mask still fixed in place, the shivers that ran down your spine made it clear that his gaze was frigid. He ran a hand through tousled blue hair (was it a little longer than usual?) before staggering to his feet.

"Don't just stand there like some useless grunt." He bit out the words while sinking into a chair.

Had you ever seen him this out of sorts?

You crawled beneath a table to retrieve one of the moon marrows, biting down on your tongue as pain seared every point of contact. There was nothing gentle about the crimson rays of light.

Dottore grunted. "Careful."

Despite knowing it was out of concern for the marrow, your heart still fluttered at the warning. Questions burned at the tip of your tongue. There were only two marrows. Had he not been successful?

The moment your lips parted, the beak of his mask pointed directly towards you, effectively silencing you. That was answer enough.

You placed the two moon marrows securely in a container of his own design. Something you'd helped him make. All the preparation had been blissful. No disturbances, no distractions, only the two of you in this little workshop hidden in the north of Nod-Krai. Far away from prying eyes.

It was dizzying to think that he'd shared these ambitions with only you. From the very first day, you'd sworn to yourself that you would be the first to worship him once he transcended Fate.

When you turned to face him, his head was tilted forward. His gloves were discarded and you noticed and eerie blue glow at his fingertips. Like he'd dipped them in icy blue ink. Dottore brought them up to comb through his hair like he always did when working out an issue. This time, his fingers were also working out tangles in his hair. How did the strands appear to have grown even longer within the span of minutes?

He'd been unusually quiet save for the little grunts while he'd crossed the room. Another clear indicator that there'd been an unpredictable, unamusing variable. The descender was the most likely culprit.

"Keep staring and I might find better uses for your eyes than attached to your body."

It didn't bite nearly as viciously as usual. More of a fresh breeze instead of a frigid wind. Apologizing was no use, you'd learned that early on. You superior was a man of action. Could you even consider him a mere 'superior' by now? Wouldn't it be more accurate to consider him a savior?

Your steps were light as you approached, for he wouldn't appreciate fear and groveling. He'd saved you from a dull existence, given you purpose and praise. Given you a chance to aid him in what would be an act of benevolence when he freed this world from those who would oppress humanity.

The floor was cool even through the thick fabric of your trousers. You kept your gaze lowered and your lips shut until he noticed you kneeling.

"To best aid you, I need to know what happened." It was bold, so you did what you could to keep your voice from trembling.

Dottore laughed and the world's foundation seemed to creak and shift. "You would presume to be of aid to a god?"

Your head refused to obey your command. As did every muscle in your body, all of them as good as stone beneath your skin. Despite being unable to look up at his face, the crimson light from his mask pierced your mind. It burned.

"Come then," he sighed, and your body was torn apart and reassembled at his feet in the span of a breath.

Before your mind could catch up in horror, Dottore nudged you with the toe of his boot. This was his doing, and you had nothing to fear from him. His lips were drawn into a thin line when you looked up. It was an expression unsuited for divinity.

"I encountered certain complications."

His voice was softer now, though still laced with disdain. Not at you, not yet, but likely equal parts at himself and whatever had gotten in his way. You took the invitation to move now that he'd relinquished control over your body and leaned hesitantly against his knee.

It successfully caused his lips to part in a small gesture of surprise before settling back into the subtle smirk you knew so well. What would you currently look like to him, you wondered, a pet? What difference was there truly between a pet and a devout follower.

The weight of his palm coming to rest atop your head nearly had you choking on air.

"The little dove sealed herself away along with the frost moon's marrow in a pitiful but effective gamble. For now, it remains out of my reach."

You leaned into the touch of his fingers as they rubbed against your scalp. "You can't follow her?"

Dottore shook his head. "Not without too great a risk. But it's of no concern," his grip on your hair tightened enough to pull a hiss from your lips, "I will simply make a third moon myself."

There was no point in questioning him, no matter how deluded it sounded. His voice held an air of certainty only afforded those who'd come within inches of their ambitions.

"So you have a plan?"

He chuckled, tugging at your hair until his sharp grin came into view. It felt like he saw right through to your doubt. "Are you underestimating your god, little one?"

It brought a smile to your lips, and the nickname, however mocking, a flush to your cheeks. You shook your head as much as his grip allowed. When you shuffled closer, further in between thighs that seemed fuller, you could almost see the curiosity in the subtle tilt of Dottore's head.

"Never. Tell me what to do." Your heart swelled when his hand came down to brush along your cheek. This had to be the first time he'd touched you without the barrier of gloves. The blueish skin was cold (or perhaps your cheeks were simply warmer than usual) and the skin oddly smooth, devoid of any grooves or texture.

"Tonight," he began, fingertips brushing along your lips, "I recover. Without the three moons together, the world fights back against every demonstration of power outside the 'laws'. Tomorrow, we work."

Perhaps it was the sympathy for a man who'd had his desired outcome within reach and lost it, or perhaps it was a giddy feeling of hope when you heard how confident he was in his contingency plan. Most likely, it was a mixture of both that drove you to lean forward, cheek dragging against the fabric of his trousers.

You could feel your heart in your throat as silence stretched. When he did nothing to hinder you, hand back in your hair, a small wave of relief rushed through your body. He merely hummed when your lips pressed against his inner thigh, feeling the heat of your own breath as it seeped into the cloth.

"Awfully bold of you…" The remark was spoken with no shortage of amusement as his hand moved to the back of your neck, urging your face properly between his thighs. "But I suppose some celebration is in order, today was not entirely without merit. And what better way than with a devout follower on their knees?"

His words further warmed your heart. With your mouth busy working the growing bulge in his trousers, your agreement was nothing but a muffled sound. Dottore continued to pet and tug at your hair while your spit soaked through the black fabric.

A soft groan escaped him, and your tummy fluttered.

When he'd been fully hard for minutes, Dottore broke the silence, pulling you away just enough to meet your eye. "Enjoying yourself down there?" You nodded immediately, earning another chuckle from him. "Go on then, show me how you plan to worship your god."

His legs parted further as he adjusted in the chair, pushing aside the white robes with all their metallic ornaments and embroidery before tugging down his pants enough to free his erection.

It rested against his abdomen, the shaft curved and swollen towards the base where a thick patch of hair was waiting for your touch. Blue veins ran beneath the skin, creating ridges that had your thighs flexing.

A little nudge snapped you out of the admiration (anxiety?) and you leaned closer while his other hand stroked his length. If Dottore was at all affected by the little kitten licks you lavished along his tip, the only sign was the brief twitch of his fingers against your nape. The salty taste of his pre invaded your senses.

His cock twitched against your lips as you brought a hand up to cup his balls. You squeezed gently while tracing the veins with the tip of your tongue.

For a few minutes, you maintained a steady rhythm of licking and kissing, occasionally flattening your tongue against his tip. Every little sound or twitch from him was hard won, each feeding the growing heat in your stomach. Pride and arousal alike.

Without warning, his grip tightened and his hips pushed forward, forcing himself past your lips and into your mouth. Your hands flew to his thighs to steady yourself. His tip hit the back of your throat on the first thrust. Pushing away was useless against his steel grip, yet your body remained tense and trying.

Dottore chuckled above you, his free hand brushing a tear from the corner of your eye. "Shh… Don't look so surprised. You're the one who began rubbing against me like some little pet, desperate for attention."

You swallowed, pushing down the urge to cough and sputter. Despite the initial harshness, Dottore allowed you a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Even his cock felt like cool porcelain to the touch. You struggled to move your tongue beneath the weight of him as you swallowed again, this time pulling a satisfied sigh from him.

His grip had tightened to a vice by the time he began moving, slow and shallow at first while keeping you perfectly still. Though your jaw ached, you kept fighting to keep the muscles slack, hollowing your cheeks whenever he pulled back.

"Look at you, taking what I give without complaining. You like this, don't you?" Dottore chuckled, and before you could react, the toe of his boot nudged your thighs apart and pressed cruelly against your sex. Pleasure shot through your veins and you realized how you'd been trying to rub against the heel of your own shoe for relief. "I wonder how long you've thought about doing this."

Humiliation added a lining to the grind of his boot, your subdued moans further muffled around his cock. Every snap of his hips was accompanied by a press of his foot, the sensation only making you drool further.

It would hardly surprise you if his shoe came away glistening.

Without warning, Dottore pulled you off of his length, the sudden loss making you whine as air flooded into your lungs. Had they burned like this the entire time? He used his hold to give your head a little shake.

"Answer me, how long have you fantasized about this?"

You felt yourself clench around nothing. Lying would be useless.

"I-.." Your words died out as he stroked his length, the tip barely touching your lips. Without thinking, you leaned forward to kiss the tip, already missing the taste and feel of him.

Dottore chuckled almost fondly and tapped his cock against your lips.

"Can't get enough, can you? But you will answer me before we continue. *How long?"

After a deep breath, you managed to sort the words in your hazy mind. "A while… maybe months?"

The answer was clearly deemed good enough as Dottore released his hold, letting you move forward and take him back into your mouth. Sparse praise was whispered and spurred you on to take more, setting a steady rhythm for yourself.

He'd removed his foot and placed his hands atop your, keeping you from satisfying yourself. It wasn't long before slick sounds filled the air and your drool began dripping from the corners of your mouth. Dottore's thumbs kept stroking the backs of your hand, the occasional dig of his nails into your skin marking when something felt particularly pleasurable to him.

His release caught you both off-guard as Dottore went rigid, both of his hands gripping the back of your head tightly. A few harsh thrusts that had your nose brushing the tuft of hair at the base drained the remainder of his stamina and Dottore's released spilled down your throat.

You swallowed around him, squeezing your eyes shut as his cock continued to pulse with every wave of the warm liquid that slid down your throat.

Dottore eventually pulled out, letting your body slump against his leg. His sharp teeth flashed in the light as he smiled, wiping a drop of his spend from your chin.

"Not a drop wasted, how precious."

Heat still prickled beneath your skin, your own arousal without anywhere to go. You shifted awkwardly, throat burning as you considered begging for release.

As though reading your thoughts, Dottore's smile stretched wider. "You'll have your wish granted after we succeed."