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monstersandbeasts:

At the kiss Wolf’s hands had clutched tight the cloth on Caliban’s back; but the order had him moving, hands moving to thin hips, shoving the material out of the way as Wolf grabbed hold of Caliban, pulling the organ free. Even with his legs lifted high he could and did rock his hips upwards, moaning as he buried his face into Caliban’s neck.

No sooner was he free, Caliban plunged into Wolf, letting his tendrils of light pulse pleasure in time with every thrust. He wrenched Wolf’s head back by his hair to see his face, snarling his enjoyment. Caliban wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of getting to play with this man or if Wolf was simply wonderful to fuck. Did Kyrian make you this way? I want all of you, every bit.

He kissed him with more fervour, pouring desperate gold through Wolf’s lips, a light that tingled rather than burned. How tempting it would be to burn him, though.

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She had put up with her Master's abuse for most of her life. Verbal, even physical, but tonight he had threatened her very life. Something in her shifted, literally. Not knowing her newfound strength, she killed her Master. Then she ran!

At first glance, he would have easily been mistaken for a beggar. The young man in dusty clothes and bare feet trod the long dirt path that wound among civilisation. He did not look particularly weak, however, and his gait was persistent. Several ne’er-do-well men had thought otherwise about attacking him after one look in his ancient green eyes, each adorned with gold glints of light. Some had gasped ‘demon’ and fled.

Caliban was not a demon, though he did enjoy the word. He was looking to find himself, to accept the madness into which he had now grown and to push on into an identity he could grasp. So he had taken a brief absence from the one he loved, and he intended it to be brief for being away from Kyrian was an ache he loathed, and now wandered a primitive-seeming planet.

Along the road he caught sight of a woman hurrying in his direction. She seemed in distress and without any possessions but the clothes she wore. It did not look as though she planned to stop or so much as pay him a glance, and somehow her plight intrigued him. Caliban seized the female’s arm.

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nightsangelinthetardis:

She gave him a strange look at the way he said carriage, but decided not to ask. She would find out when they got there.

“That I do believe. No offense, but you look like a bit of a mad man. The people here tend to leave crazy people alone.”

Anjelika continued to follow him. It was growing hot as they walked and it was slowly sapping her energy. Especially with the collar preventing her from using her abilities. Still, she trudged on. Surely it wouldn’t be much longer.

At last he brought her to a strange, weed-strewn structure in the swamp. It was a faded blue and revealed a small plaque that read ‘St John’s Ambulance’ when he tore away the swamp vegetation that had crawled over it. Caliban pushed open a door to reveal a crimson glow over black interiors, tugging Anjelika inside with him.

Now that he made his presence known, the machine hummed and the lighting grew a little brighter. It was a tolerant hum rather than one of warmth. He was not this ship’s original owner after all.

“This is the TARDIS. She’s a time and space ship.”