Series 2.5: Halloween Special Arc: Part I - Sauna's Steam before the Storm

A/N: So, I was originally planning to leave the plot points of this arc for later but I got delayed by work and by my recent focus on another story so, we got about a third of the way into October before I finished arc 3 as initially planned. So, after thinking it through, I decided to rework some of my ideas for that arc and turn it into a mini-arc/adventure like with the holiday themed Special episodes the showrunners of Doctor Who like to do but this time, to do it for the Halloween Season.

I hope you enjoy my plans for this ride but before we get on with it in full, we pick up on the morning of the next day after the last chapter of Series Two, since by popular demand in comments and messages, I am having them break in the new sauna now that it is ready :D

Some of the questions some of you had in your comments from the last chapter will be answered in the very next one, by the way. But until then, enjoy and as always, please remember to leave a comment if you can.

Amy Pond's POV

The steam wrapped around Amy like a warm, damp embrace, thick with the scent of cedar and something else she hadn't smelled before. Something spicy and alien, like the heartwood of a forest on a world with two suns. She laid back against the impossibly smooth, warm wood of the bench, a low groan rumbling in her chest as the embedded fibers pulsed and kneaded deep into the muscles of her lower back. Beside her, sprawled with equal abandon on her own bench, Martha mirrored the sentiment with a long, satisfied sigh. Sweat glistened on every inch of their naked skin, turning Amy’s pale flesh pink and making Martha’s deep brown skin glow under the soft, ambient light filtering through the steam.

"God, yes," Martha breathed, her head lolling back as the intelligent wood beneath her shifted its focus, firm pressure circling the curve of her arse and then working down her powerful thighs. "Who knew alien carpentry was this fucking magical? Hits every single knot. Feels like it’s realigning my spine one vertebra at a time."

Amy chuckled, the sound throaty and relaxed. "The Doctor sure thinks of everything. Especially it seems," she added with a lazy, appreciative grin directed at Martha's sweat-slicked body, "things that keep his new harem girls supple and ready." She arched into a particularly delicious pressure point being hit deep in her glute. "Oh, fuck, right there."

Martha turned her head, her dark eyes sparkling with shared amusement and something hotter. "Supple and ready is right. Essential maintenance, this, if we're going to be keeping up with the demands of our beloved," she purred, her gaze deliberately trailing down Amy’s body, lingering on the fiery thatch of red curls between her thighs, already glistening with more than just sweat. "And each other. Can’t have the sister-wives seizing up mid-orgy, can we?"

Amy laughed, a bright, merry sound that echoed softly in the steamy chamber. "Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it, Martha Jones. Especially when ‘it’ feels this spectacularly fucking good."

"Agreed but speaking of needing it," Martha murmured as her voice dropped an octave, thick with sudden, raw hunger.

She shifted slightly, spreading her thighs wider on the massaging wood. Her ebony labia, swollen and glistening, parted slightly, revealing slick, deep pink inner folds. A bead of thick arousal gathered at her entrance as Amelia watched. "Looking at your gorgeous, wet, red pussy right now, Amy Pond… fuck. I’m parched. Dying for a taste. Finding myself in need of burying my face between those thighs and drink you down right here, right now."

Amy’s chuckle faded into a low hum of pure need. Her own gaze fixed on Martha’s exposed cunt...the dark, beautifully inviting lips, with the scent of her musk cutting through the cedar steam. Heat pooled low in Amy’s belly, an immediate, answering throb between her legs. "Well, look at you," Amy breathed, pushing herself up onto her elbows, her eyes blazing with matching lust. "That pretty pussy of yours looks starved for attention too. Gloriously wet and ready. Frankly, Martha, I'm fucking horny for you too. Starving for a taste of that sweet cunt myself. So…" A predatory smile curved her lips. "Why don't we solve both problems? Get down here and sixty-nine this ache away, my favorite sister-wife."

"Thought you'd never ask," Martha gasped, already sliding off her bench with fluid grace, ignoring the protesting throb of muscles already loosened by the massage but now singing with a different tension. "Though I am your ONLY sister wife right now."

Amy winked as she smirked at her approach. "For now maybe, but I am sure the Doctor is planning to expand our little polyamorous harem soon after mind-controlling more wonderful women he knows into seeing the light. Regardless though, you are my first sister-wife and will always have a special place in my heart for that."

Martha inhaled sharply at that as her aroused eyes sparked with additional affection at her words. "I believe you. And I love you too, Amelia Pond."

With that declaration fresh on her lips, they moved together on the smooth, heated floor, limbs tangling and sweat-slick skin sliding. Amy rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide, the humid air kissing her exposed cunt. Martha straddled her face, lowering her dripping pussy towards Amy's waiting mouth while simultaneously bending, parting Amy’s fiery curls with eager fingers, and diving down.

The first touch of Martha’s clever tongue, hot and broad, licking a firm stripe from Amy’s entrance to her aching clit, drew a ragged cry from the redhead. Amy arched hard, her hands flying to grip Martha’s hips, her own mouth surging upwards to meet the dark, wet folds hovering above her. She licked into Martha with **** relish, tasting salt, musk, and an addictive sweetness. Her tongue thrust deep, then flicked rapidly over Martha’s engorged clit.

"Oh GOD, Amy! Yes! Just like that!" Martha moaned, the vibrations thrumming through Amy’s clit as Martha’s mouth was buried in her. Martha’s tongue was relentless, circling, sucking, plunging deep into Amy’s channel, then fluttering over her sensitive pearl. Amy writhed beneath her, her own moans muffled against Martha’s cunt, her tongue mimicking the fierce rhythm as she licked and sucked.

They feasted. It was messy, primal, a tangle of limbs and wet sounds. Amy lapped at Martha’s opening, drinking the slickness that flowed freely, then closed her lips around Martha’s stiff clit, sucking hard, feeling the nub pulse against her tongue. Martha gasped, her hips jerking, and retaliated by thrusting two fingers deep into Amy’s clutching pussy while her tongue lashed her clit.

"Fuck me, you taste so good, Martha!" Amy gasped, pulling her mouth away for a ragged breath, her chin gleaming. "Your cunt is fucking divine! Need it! Give me more!" She plunged her tongue back in, spearing deep, then tracing intricate patterns.

Martha could only whimper in response, her own mouth full, her body shaking as Amy’s skilled tongue drove her higher. She ground down onto Amy’s face, seeking more pressure, more friction, her fingers pistoning in and out of Amy’s tight heat, curling to find that spot inside her that made the redhead scream.

The steam intensified, wrapping their straining bodies. Their moans, gasps, and the wet, obscene sounds of their mutual devouring filled the small space. Amy felt the coil in her belly winding impossibly tight, fueled by the taste of Martha, the feel of Martha’s fingers inside her, the **** movements of Martha’s hips on her face. Martha’s thighs clenched around Amy’s head as Amy sucked fiercely on her clit, her own climax building like a supernova under Amy’s relentless tongue.

Amy was sure that she was currently making her sister-wife see stars the hard way as she started to tremble in pleasure. And so, eager to give her a climax she won't soon forget, she decided to get on with it and delivered the final blow by sucking her engorged, dark purple clit for all she was worth and with all her might.

Martha shrieked in absolute pleasure, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her like a wildfire. Amy lapped at her liquid essence eagerly, and silently thanked the Doctor once more for making her enjoy the taste of Martha's cum even more than she naturally would have otherwise, as it made their lesbian sex sessions even more spectacular as they bonded together.

She could feel the pulses of pleasure radiating through Martha's clit, making her whole body jerk and twitch with every flick of her tongue. The tremors of Martha’s climax intensified, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Fuck, Amy! Fuck, yes! Right fucking there!" Martha cried out for air, her hand scrabbling against the smooth wood of the bench as she sought purchase, her hips rolling desperately against Amy’s mouth. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop!"

Amy didn’t stop.

She was a currently a primal machine, with the purpose of relentlessly devouring Martha’s pussy like a starved predator practically becoming her biological imperative at that very moment. Her tongue delved deep into Martha’s cunt, fucking her in rhythmic thrusts, then swirled around her clit, pulling groans and cries from deep within her. Every flick of her tongue clearly sent shockwaves through Martha’s body, drawing out her orgasm until it felt like she was on the verge of passing out from pure, unadulterated pleasure.

But soon it became clear that when it came to romantic relationships, Martha was not just about taking, but also about giving for she regained enough focus to put her mouth back where they used to be and lapped at Amy's own clit with sheer **** of will.

Amy gaped at Martha's determination to make her share in sensations triggered by their sapphic moment of bliss. "Holy fuck, Martha," she panted, her voice strained with effort and pleasure. "You're going to make me erupt all over your face! I love it! I love your tongue! I love your gorgeous body! And I love you too!" Amy said, managing to gasp out between the intense oscillating sensations of Martha’s increasingly talented tongue; making her feel like she was flying high.

She was practically riding the waves of pure pleasure that kept intensifying with every passing second, and with every lick of Martha's tongue on her clit she swore she could feel a fresh surge of liquid fire pouring out of her core. And in truth, she could feel her own arousal dripping out of her pussy and soaking her thighs, making the wooden sauna floor wet beneath them.

So, it came as no surprise when Amy screamed at the top of her lungs moments later after Martha started fingering her cunt while sucking her clit hard at the same time.

The redhead practically levitated off the floor of the sauna as she came harder and faster than she could ever remember doing before, even before their mutual transformation.

Regardless, it felt absolutely fantastic...

For a long time, only the sound of pants could be heard coming out of the two of them. It almost sounded like they were in a race to see who could breathe heavier as the aftershocks of their dual orgasms continued to ripple through their bodies like an aftershock of a powerful earthquake.

Amy was the first to open her eyes before disentangling herself and sitting back down on the bench as Martha followed her motions soon after. Then she looked at Martha and smiled in post-coital bliss. "Fuck," she panted, her voice hoarse. "I think you've finally broken me."

Martha chuckled, a low, throaty sound that spoke of deep satisfaction. "Then that only means I have to buy you, dear. And believe me, my fiery sister-wife, that is one purchase I am most happy to make."

Amy laughed merrily at her choice of words before holding her beautiful, sweaty, and cum-stained face in her palms. "Glad to hear I am worth it, babe."

And with that, she kissed her lovingly, pouring as much emotional intensity as she could into her mouth as she tasted herself on those delectable lips. For a moment, they simply sat there, basking in the afterglow of their intense orgasms and the primal connection they had forged with their sapphic sex session in the sauna.

But Amy knows that all good things must come to an end so that other good things can begin, which they did when they heard their beloved Doctor's telepathic voice inside their minds.

"Amy, Martha...I'm afraid I need you to stop canoodling and hop into the shower," He said from far away. "Now. And then come to the console once you are ready."

His voice was stern yet somehow playful, though he clearly wanted them to focus on something other than sex for the moment. And since the passions in their loins were satisfied for now, there was no use arguing. Plus, Amy loved this new, dominant side of the Doctor, mind control or not. It was like he had been unleashed, and it was a turn-on for her like nothing else.

So, she dutifully got off her sweaty ass and headed for the shower section, with Martha sharing it with her, of course. It wasn't like she couldn't appreciate the beautiful sight of Martha body under the shower even if they weren't going to have sex at that very moment, after all.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the opening of this new miniseries to cover the Halloween Special arc. Maybe not too much spooky thematically stuff on that front at the moment, but that's still coming.

Regardless, thanks for reading. Please remember to leave a comment if you have the time and until the next chapter.