Roughly 3 hours and a blowjob.

Tracer was floating in the darkness as she dreamt about pretty much nothing. Barely conscious she was simply relaxing as her body laid upon the soft fabric of Mercy’s bed. Her muscles free from all tension she breathed slowly in and out, enjoying the quiet moment.

A soft moan escaped her as a noise penetrated the silence. Still mostly **** she felt something wet sliding along the underside of her penis. It made way to the top, where the wetness then engulfed the whole girth of her cock.

Now the surrounding wetness travelled down her length, slowing down at the halfway point but still progressing towards the base. Tracer heard a few muffled groans through the fog that clouded her mind. The wetness had now reached the base and stayed there.

While the wetness remained another pleasure raced through Tracers body as a single finger was inserted into her vagina. The finger pushed deeper into her and the wetness pulled back. The finger was buried deep inside her when the wetness reached the tip of Tracer’s dick and she felt the finger pulling back as the mouth once again lowered itself.

This rhythm continued, when the lips sucked her deeper in the finger would leave her, and whenever the lips would retreat the finger penetrated her. Tracer’s moan grew ever more heated and her mind slowly awoke under the pleasure of this new sensation.

As the rhythm picked up pace the Brit felt her orgasm creeping closer. The finger was joined by another, the movements were getting smother as Tracers crotch was now very wet. Tracer’s hand reached down, her eyes still closed, and found the head of Mercy, felt her flowing hair and the movements of her as she sucked the time travellers cock while jerking her off.

The dual pleasure proved too much and with a light screech Tracer came into Mercy’s mouth. Semen filled the Medics mouth as waves of orgasmic pleasure hit Tracer.

The orgasm had subsided when Tracer finally opened her eyes. She was met by a smiling Mercy, her blue eyes radiant while her face was framed by her platinum-blonde hair. “That was nice wake up, love.” Tracer poured.

Mercy didn’t respond, instead she opened her mouth, showing Tracer the sizable load she had just dumped inside her. Afterwards she closed her mouth again and visibly swallowed.

“I imagine. In fact I know.” Mercy said and got up from the bed. “Morning blowjobs are great, no wonder men often want them.” Tracer’s eyes followed the curves of Mercy’s body as the Swiss wandered into the kitchen. “Coffee? Or do you stay true to your origins and go for tea?”

“I will go for tea.” Tracer said and got up herself. She wandered through the room in search for her underwear, during which her eyes fell upon the trash bin with the crumbled up handkerchiefs.

Now this had a whole different meaning. Tracer, who had found her bra and panties by now, stepped into the kitchen. Mercy was leaning unto a cuckoo, holding a steaming cup with both hands. The sight of the naked Mercy, drinking coffee in a nonchalant pose was incredibly sexy and if Tracer still had her dick she most likely would have jumped her right then and there.

But the new part of her body had been slowly shrinking while she had searched for her underwear and now was little more than a slightly enlarged clit. “So this thing disappears after Cumming three times?” Tracer asked and walked over to a second cup which had a tea bag floating inside it. “Yeah, or usually it does at least.” Mercy answered and took another sip.

“Okay, I have two more questions.” Tracer said. “Fire away.”

“First off how did you make coffee so fast?” Mercy choked a little as she bursts out in laughter, Tracer following suit after a few moments.

“Really?” Mercy said after a few minutes of laughing, her voice still filled with giggling. “Okay, if you are so curious, I used instant coffee. After having to use that stuff for years as is had no time to actually brew some I got used to the taste.”

Tracer listened, got the tea bag out of her cup and threw it into the kitchens thrash bin. “Okay second question, are all the handkerchiefs in that bin from you masturbating?” Funnily enough, Mercy wasn’t even fazed by the question but Tracer blushed and looked to the side.

“Ja.” The Medic answered and finished her coffee. “I am currently working on perfecting them, and I don’t really want to use other people as guinea pigs.” She winked at Tracer. “Last night’s exception was okay though, I assume.” Tracer nodded and smiled at Mercy.