Amy takes the Doctor to her bedroom for more fun

In the quiet, solitary comfort of her bedroom within the TARDIS, Amy led the Doctor by the hand, her fingers intertwined with his. The room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of artificial sunlight streaming in through the window, the landscape beyond always shifting depending on the place and era they had last landed. The walls were adorned with soft, muted colors, a calming ocean of blue and green that extended to the ceiling, where a luminous constellation of stars twinkled in the perpetual night.

A queen-sized bed stood in the center of the room, draped in a canopy of sheer fabric that billowed gently in the artificial breeze. It was a sanctuary within the TARDIS, a place where Amy could find privacy and comfort amidst the chaos of their adventures through time and space.

A sanctuary she now wanted to share with her beloved Doctor.

And so, as they entered the bedroom, Amy turned to face the Doctor, covered only in his unbuttoned white shirt, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and determination. She could see the questions in his eyes, the lingering doubt, and she knew she had to reassure him. She reached up, her fingers cupping his cheek, and pulled him down for a slow, languid kiss.

The Doctor responded, his lips parting to allow her tongue to slip inside, a soft moan escaping him.

Amy broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. "I want to taste you this time," she murmured, her hands dropping to the lower half of his already naked body as she carefully grabbed his shaft.

The shaft that had penetrated her so gloriously already...

The redhead swallowed as she positioned herself at the foot of the bed, her bare, sweaty ass touching the sheets while she lowered herself to be eye level with the cock of the man she hoped would be able to breed her many times.

The Doctor inhaled sharply as she got closer, her breath hitting the Time Lord's dick. He was already getting harder again, his cock throbbing with a need for her that seemed insatiable. Amy raised an eyebrow, however, when she glanced at his face because she seemed to notice a twinge of guilt at the thought of what he was doing to her, and Amy decided right then and there that that won't do at all. After all, she meant what she said when she told the Doctor that she had immediately come to LOVE what he had done to her mind and kinks, so she really didn't want the Doctor to mind control her back into normality due to a moment of misguided guilt.

"Oh no," Amy thought to herself with silent but iron-clad conviction. "We won't go back to being simply platonic companions. We will instead remain lifelong lovers while he starts a family with me, and that's final."

And so Amy leans forward, and, to prove her point, she takes the Doctor's cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

She could feel him jerking at the wet touch, his hands grabbing her fiery red hair as he groaned in pleasure.

Amy could soon see The Doctor's eyes widen in surprise, his breath hitching as her mouth worked on him. She felt beyond eager, her lips and tongue moving with a skill and enthusiasm that made him grit his teeth.

"Fuck, Amy," he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

His hips started to move instinctively, thrusting his cock deeper into her waiting mouth. "Your mouth feels so wonderful. So wet and hot...."

Amy hummed happily in response, the vibrations clearly sending shivers down his spine. She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pelvis while she swallowed his precum. The Doctor groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt her take him, her red lips stretched around his shaft, her tongue working him with skilled precision.

He could feel her throat constricting around him, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock as she pulled back. Amy moaned around him, the sound muffled and vibrating against his sensitive flesh.

She sucked harder, feeling proud of herself while her cheeks hollowed out as she worked him like a fucking pro. The Doctor could obviously feel her hunger, her need to please him, to take him deep into her throat. And fuck, mind control realization or not, did she want that. She wanted to suck him so hard he would have **** but to shoot his delicious essence down her throat.

Unfortunately...she also didn't want to make him cum there yet. That would be a waste of potent seed, after all.

So, without warning, she very deliberately stopped deepthroating the Doctor's hard-rock cock as he widened his eyes in sudden dismay.

"No, no, no," she mumbled with the most seductive tone she could manage, her eyes locked onto his with a wicked glint. "Not there, Doctor. Not just yet. We need to keep trying until we are sure you have impregnated me, after all."

And with that she quickly turned around on her hands and knees before he could reply, her glistening pussy inviting him to claim her doggy style like a bitch in boiling heat.

She heard him groan on reflex at the sight as she wagged her ass at him as she looked back over her shoulder, her fiery red hair in wild disarray as she purred, "Fuck me, Doctor. Fuck me hard. Breed me like the eager broodmare you have turned me into."