A Dream of Empire.

Suddenly, you find yourself moving through a lush garden world. It's one of the most verdant planets you could imagine, a veritable arcadian paradise.

Rose is with you, walking just ahead, leading you by the hand. The young Londoner wears a futuristic crown atop her blonde tresses, and a short, revealing white dress, in a style reminiscent of Ancient Greece.

Your queen leads you to a clearing, and what you behold is enough to almost stop both your hearts.

The place is ringed with marble pillars. In the center, is a moderately sized circular bathing pool.

A good half dozen women frolic inside, as if awaiting your presence, their revealing lace outfits plastered wetly to their bodies.

The Doctor may not have been able to recognise them (yet) but you certainly do. Martha, Donna, Astrid, Amy, Clara, Bill and Yaz. These were some of the most desirable companions in the Time Lord's future.

Some of them he wouldn't meet for hundreds of years of his life. Some he wouldn't even meet as a "he". But with your powers, anything was possible.

The companions erupt in a sexual frenzy when they spot you and Rose. You're quickly pulled into the warm, refreshing water alongside them (though you don't exactly fight it).

Donna and Astrid can't get you out of your suit fast enough. Watching on in delight, Rose sits on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in the water. Bill and Amy approach her, and within seconds, are taking turns diving into Rose Tyler's pussy, paying proper homage to the woman who came before them all.

Yaz and Clara actually get into a minor scuffle to be the first impaled on your mighty Gallifreyan cock. They nudge and shuffle against each other, fighting for dominance, but ultimately the petite white girl prevails, biting her lip and moaning out for you as she brings her cunt down on you. Not to be denied a role in the festivities, Yaz sinks down, putting her mouth to work worshipping your divine balls, as well as Clara's holes.

Astrid and Donna settle in on either side of you, their touches caressing your body, the two of them alternatingly stealing kisses from you. If nailing Jenna Coleman is the experience of a lifetime, an intense, passionate makeout session with Kylie Minogue during surely makes it something to remember your entire regeneration cycle.

Rose is on her knees now, her cunt grinding on Bill's eagerly serving face. Miss Tyler's crown is a little askew now, something that only exacerbates when Amy leans down. Bringing her tongue to Rose's arsehole, the Scottish babe starts eagerly rimming your queen.

"Doctor, you're incredible!!!" Clara moans frantically, your omnipotent cock sending her hurtling to orgasm.

"The Emperor of Time." Astrid adds in her sexy Aussie accent.

"A god." Donna continues, kissing your neck.

"Mmmther... uck! Father of the New Time Lords!" Yaz chimes in... once she lets your potent, throbbing plums out of her mouth.

With Clara sated, she reluctantly dismounts and lets Martha take her place.

"You are going to make this universe a better place, Doctor. Like you always have." Martha says adoringly. "And... we're going to help you."

As she mounts you, you notice the subtlest of bumps already beginning to form in the black medical student's belly. Could this be?

Yes, you realise as Martha takes her turn riding your thick cock. Why not?

You were an immortal, the last of your kind, with access to the entirety of space/time and a bevy of smoking hot female companions.

With all that in mind, seeking out a fertile planet, establishing a little harem and devoting a good few years to breeding, until you were far from the Last of the Time Lords, seemed an exceedingly good plan.

The New Time Lords would spread out across the galaxy, righting wrongs, and putting an end to evil, with you, the Doctor as their founder, father and Emperor Eternal.

The real Doctor would've found such a plan laughable at best, abhorrent at worst. But you weren't really him. You may have the sonic, two hearts and the TARDIS, but you were a different man entirely.

You could have anyone, literally, in your harem. Companions past, present and future. Celebrities, historical figures. If you wished it, you would take Joan of Arc and Kim Kardashian to bed at the same time. Cleopatra and Audrey Hepburn. The whole of space and time was yours.

"Doctor?" Rose's voice calls out to you as you grow close inside Martha. A little hesitant to tear your gaze away from the beauty on top of your prick, you look over at Rose.

The blonde's back is to you, far more concerned with the pleasure Bill Potts and Amy Pond's tongues are delivering.

"Doctor... wake up." Rose's voice again.

Turning your head back to Martha, you find her gone, Rose in her place.

You wake up, back in Rose's bedroom on the TARDIS.

Still completely naked, Rose Tyler is kneeling between your legs, gently toying with your cock.

"You look so cute when you're sleeping, Doctor." Rose smiles. "What were you dreaming about? Whatever it was, you were enjoying it, I reckon."

"Doesn't matter." you say, flashing the blonde a cryptic smile. "You'll see soon enough."

"Ooh, mysterious!" Rose says with a sarcastic smile.

"Anyway, look at this..." she tells you, accelerating her efforts on your cock.

You look down, you're pretty much back to full hardness, raring to go after the potential future your mind dreamed up.

"Looks like you're ready to go again." Rose grins saucily.

And judging by the look on her face, you think, so is she.