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“Mm… hmm?”
The Doctor of Rhodes Island grunted in surprise as the pair of hands– previously kneading his back with fervor– suddenly moved to push against his chest. Gavial righted herself with a hop and a wobble, spinning around to face the open door. And as he followed her gaze, his heart lurched in his chest.
“Um… hi, Tomimi,” Though Gavial was the first to speak, her smile was strained. Terribly so, as she wiped the string of spit still hanging from her lips. “Great w-weather we’re havin’, huh?”
Some of that spit was his, and it was clear from her venomous glare that the intruder knew it too. Especially given that her shriek had been the one to force Gavial to vacate her tongue from his mouth.
But even if Gavial had got up in time, even if Tomimi hadn’t thrown open the door to see her childhood friend eagerly devouring their employer’s lips… it wasn’t as though they were wearing enough clothes to excuse themselves from judgement.
Gavial fumbled to close her shirt, cursing under her breath as she realized some of the buttons were missing. His fault.
The Doctor, on the other hand, was far too winded from prior tongue-wrestling to dress himself, and resigned himself to simply covering his nakedness with his coat.
“No, Gavial,” Tomimi sighed, stepping fully into the doorway, firmly blocking the room’s only exit, “It’s raining. Very heavily. But neither of you would know that, would you?”
“Rain… rain’s nice, yeah,” Gavial forced another smile, bending down to grab the Doctor’s discarded shirt, and slipping that on instead.
“THE HELL IT ISN’T!”
Gavial flinched as Tomimi shouted at her. At them, rather.
“You never liked rain, Gavial!”
Ordinarily, Gavial would never have let anyone get a leg up over her, whether physically or verbally. The Doctor felt a twinge of guilt seeing Tomimi like this– genuinely furious-- and how it had cowed the normally-headstrong medic. After all, it had been his fault that they were even in this mess.
If he hadn't crept up behind her while she was sorting documents, and hadn't started sliding his hands down her sides, whispering sweet nothings into her ear… they might have at least gotten the chance to act on their urges in private. In a room with a locked door.
“You shrugged off every guy in the tribe who ever tried to get sweet with you… and now you’re picking this… weakling to be your mate!”
Gavial’s tail thumped on the ground, at the last part of Tomimi’s sentence. A warning. But the shorter Archosaurian retaliated in kind by slamming her staff on the floor, startling the Doctor enough to jump in his seat.
“Where’s your dignity, Gavial? Where’s your pride as a warrior? A Tiacauh?”
Gavial had yet to reply to Tomimi’s stream of admonishment. But from where she stood, the Doctor saw her jaw twitching as she ground her teeth together. Dishevelled and only half-dressed, yet her feet slowly spread to adopt a wider stance. Her tail continued to thump against the floorboards.
“Gavial… I looked up to you! I-I mean, I still do, but… how can you do something so stupid?!”
“That’s enough, Tomimi.”
And when she did bite back, it was with a snarl. Even Tomimi took a step back at the seething hostility in her voice.
“You’re the one acting rash. Doc and I have been seein’ each other for weeks.”
“W-weeks?!”
“That’s right,” Gavial nodded slowly, as if chastising a child, “I chose him a long time ago. And you’ve got no right to tell me otherwise.”
Tomimi’s mouth opened– then closed– her gaze darting from her friend’s fierce expression, to the Doctor’s state of undress, to the clothes on the ground and scattered across the desk of Gavial’s office.
At this point, usually the younger Archosaurian would have given up, and let Gavial have her way.
Instead, it was her turn to slam the ground, the reverberation of her weighty tail echoing balefully in the silence. Her stance wasn't quite as threatening as Gavial's, but her piercing gaze and white-knuckled grip on her staff betrayed no less hostility.
“You… you can’t just ‘pick’ a mate like this,” Tomimi hissed, “He hasn't proven himself!”
“He doesn’t need to prove anything to you,” Gavial let out a low, joyless chuckle, “But if you want, I can prove that I can break your goddamn–!”
The Doctor quickly sat up, brushing the tips of his fingers to the base of Gavial’s tail, where it poked out from under his shirt.
She stopped in her tracks, reminded suddenly of the warmth of an affectionate touch. Reminded of the fact that fighting wasn’t the only answer she had to everything these days. She glanced briefly at her raised fist, then back at her lover, before lowering her arm with a sigh.
“...I’m sorry, Doc. Nearly said some things I shouldn't have. I guess you’re probably wonderin’ what the hoo-ha's all about.”
Tomimi remained silent when Gavial cast a sideways glance at her. A clear indication that she wasn’t going to be getting any help with the explanation the Doctor was owed.
“It's… it’s a dumb thing, really,” she started, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, ignoring the caustic glare that Tomimi shot her, “But we Tiacauh used to be real picky about mates.”
“We still are,” Tomimi corrected her, “You just haven't been home for years.”
Gavial was visibly stung by her comment, but shook her head when the Doctor reached out his hand, quietly refusing his comfort.
“U-usually, when a girl's got two or three guys that wanna date her, they gotta slug it out to decide a victor. Y’know, the usual.”
“But for a Great Chief,” Tomimi added, “Even a former Great Chief…”
“...there’s a whole Mahuizzotia worth of guys who want a shot at her,” Gavial finished.
“So you didn’t forget– you just don’t care,” Tomimi, tail still thwacked lightly against the doorframe, but she seemed less irate than before.
“Damn right I don’t care,” Gavial asserted, folding her arms across her chest, “Doc’s not a Tiacauh. I didn’t choose him because he was good at beating people up. And so he doesn’t need to prove shit to anyone in a Mahuizzotia.”
“Uh huh. So you just admitted he’s not worthy of courting you properly. Good job, Gavial!”
“You snot-nosed runt,” Gavial’s head snapped around to glare at her, “What’s got your pants in a twist? Don’t wanna see me happy?”
“I do! But with a guy who deserves to make you happy!”
“I’ll be happy when you get outta my damn business, Tomimi!”
Gavial crossed the room in broad, stomping strides, closing the distance to loom over the younger Archosaurian. And at the end of Tomimi’s staff, the Doctor could already see the telltale signs of her wilderness Arts gathering in thorny swirls, preparing to defend herself and her beliefs.
“I… I’ll exile you for going against the tribe’s customs!”
“Try it,” Gavial snapped back, “You ain’t a Great Chief anymore, either.”
“Fine! Let’s go to Great Chief Inam and see what she thinks!”
“Au contraire, Tomimi– let's go to the deck so I can see what you think of my fist in your a–”
The Doctor jumped up from his seat, waving at the girls just as Gavial drew her arm back.
“Wait, stop!”
Both Archosaurians turned to regard him. Tomimi, her eyes wide, and her tail trembling, but her staff gripped defiantly still. And Gavial, whose tawny eyes lost all traces of rage once she remembered her lover was still in the room.
“...I’ll do it,” he declared.
“Ha?” Came the two simultaneous, confused replies.
“If that's what the Tiacauh believe in– competing in a tournament to prove myself– I’ll fight.”
“No, no, no no no…” Gavial hopped back over from the door, grabbing the Doctor’s hands. “Listen, Doc, it’s not a tournament per se… not like the Major or whatever. It’s a brawl, and last man standing wins.”
“Afraid he can't do it?” Tomimi taunted.
Gavial ignored her.
“It’s not like the… sparring matches we have here, Doc. They're all Archosaurians. All of ‘em grew up fighting each other and anything that moved.”
“I know,” he murmured, giving her hands a squeeze.
“Forget winning or losing,” Gavial’s voice dropped low, “You’ll… you’ll get hurt. I’m not gonna tolerate that.”
He fell silent at her words. When he’d gotten up from his chair, it was primarily to stop Gavial and Tomimi from attacking each other in front of him. But now, he had to seriously consider whether it was worth keeping his word. Not that he had to think long.
“You’ll just patch me right back up, won’t you, Gav?”
He saw Tomimi visibly cringe at hearing him address Gavial by a nickname.
“...but what if you don’t win?”
Having just been pulled back from the impulse of slugging her childhood friend in the face, Gavial’s hands trembled with both adrenaline– and concern– as she held him tighter.
She didn’t want to spell out the dreaded obvious. That he could very well end up losing her to an Acahuallan she didn't even know. And with the painfully clear difference in their physiques, it was pretty much the only outcome Gavial could think of right now. To her, this was the equivalent of snuffing out the young embers of their relationship.
But the Doctor wasn’t stupid. Nor would he surrender his sweetheart to a complete stranger without a fight. If he was brave enough to take on the odds, then he’d be smart enough to have some sort of plan.
She took deep breaths to calm herself down, as the Doctor pulled her into a tight embrace.
“I’m worrying too much, aren’t I,” Gavial let out a soft growl into his ear, “You wouldn't say yes to this kinda thing unless you knew you could win.”
“And I won’t be doing it alone,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek against hers. A gesture that he knew Archosaurians took well to, and she nuzzled him in return. “You know what Kal’tsit always says. No man is a landship.”
“Pretty sure she never said that,” Gavial smiled into him, planting a soft, secret kiss on his jaw where Tomimi couldn't see, “Did you dream it up while chugging water straight from the kettle again?”
“...urk. Maybe?”
“If you two are done making kissy faces,” Tomimi snapped at the couple, “Can we get going already?!”
“Yeah, yeah, fine,” Gavial barked back, “Go pack your bags and stop yapping at us.”
Gavial moved to follow Tomimi as the latter scampered off. But on her way out, she did stop to tug her lover close, and plant a long, indulgent kiss on his lips.
“...Doc,” she breathed as they parted.
“Trust in me, Gavial. I can handle it.”
“Not that, silly,” her tail yanked on the door handle, slamming it shut. “Pants off. Now.”
“Ha?”
The Doctor stood rooted to the spot as Gavial sank to her knees, picking apart the buttons of her shirts. She tossed his aside– there wasn’t any need for modesty now– leaving her clad in only the sweat-damp, crumpled top that he’d been groping her through. The sight of the fabric clinging to her curves, teasing him with a peekaboo of the soft skin beneath was more than enough to have the Doctor immediately forget that they had ever been interrupted.
Gavial gave a throaty chuckle as she lifted up his haphazardly-worn cloak to peer underneath. Of course, his body had responded in earnest.
“Look at you, Doc. Were you poppin’ this when Tomimi was standin’ right here? You’re crazy.”
“Is that a good thing?” He gave a dry laugh, unzipping his cloak and giving her better access.
“Mm. It’s a good kind of crazy,” she smiled up at him, “‘Specially when it’s you.”
His blush darkened at that, and darkened further still as he felt her fingers, coarse yet gentle, curling around his stiffness.
“Ever been touched like this before, Doc?”
“From someone other than my right hand? Nope.”
“Ha!” Gavial chuckled, and he suppressed a shudder at the brush of her warm breath against his tip. “Well… it’s nice to know I’m not competin’ with anyone.”
She began to tug on his shaft. Slow, experimental strokes, as the medic felt her way around a man for the first time. Her tawny eyes were glued to every twitch, and every clench of his fists. Studying her lover to see what really made him squirm.
“Oohhh…”
He let out a moan when she added her other hand to the mix, grinding his tip into her palm. He began to rock his hips back and forth, thrusting into her teasing hold.
“Gav… that feels really nice…”
She could tell, even if he’d chosen to stay quiet. Judging by the generous amount of pre-cum oozing from his tip, he was enjoying the hell out of himself. Gavial sighed internally, aware of the burgeoning heat between her own thighs. If they were to really go through with the Mahuizzotia, they couldn’t well be popping each other’s cherries before the tournament. But… if it was him, he was sure to win. Sure to think of a grand strategy that none of her tribesmen could even comprehend. And then, he would step up to the victor’s podium, glowing as proud as the midday sun, and sweep his prize up in his arms. And then he would take her back to the landship– or maybe he couldn’t even wait that long– and they might end up doing it in the nearest hut. Or maybe behind the venue, shielded from prying eyes by only the vegetation…
“Mmm…” Gavial felt her shoulders scrunch up at the lurid fantasies, letting an involuntary whimper slip from her lips.
“Gav? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine!” She shook her head quickly, her verdant green hair smacking against his legs. “Just… y’know. Thinkin’ of the… post-tournament ceremony.”
“There’s a ceremony?!”
She stifled a laugh at the very obvious annoyance in his voice. He never liked anything formal and pompous. That was probably part of why they got along so well.
“Yeah, a ‘ceremony’,” Gavial nodded, “It’s called, ‘the Great Chief drags her Chosen to the nearest tent and makes him pump her full of babies’.”
That sent his blush screeching up to the tips of his ears, and he broke eye contact with her as quickly as possible.
“Hahaha! Look at you, Doc, blushin’ like a little kid. I’m just joking.”
“Really?”
“Nah,” Gavial gave a nonchalant shrug as she stopped to adjust her grip, giving him shorter, faster pumps nearer to the head of his cock. “You win, I’m yours. I m-mean, I already promised to be yours… but Tomimi just had to bring up the Mahuizzotia, and then you went and agreed…”
Gavial’s hands slowed, a shadow falling across her face. The Doctor, sensing her impending despair, leaned down to rub the tip of one of her pointed ears between his index finger and thumb.
“Gavial… just hang on a little longer, okay? I’ll just talk to Engineering, and see if we can come up with–”
“Argh, okay, enough serious stuff!” the Archosaurian burst out, shaking his hand off, “Just forget it. Just…”
She tilted her head up, flashing him a sharp-toothed grin.
“...focus on me, ‘kay?”
“Okay, Gavial. I’ll focus on you.”
The medic cooed her approval, and planted a quick kiss on his tip that had him gasping for air. Casting aside her doubts to focus on the man that mattered more than all of them combined, she worked herself into a steady rhythm. One hand continued to pleasure with deep, enthusiastic strokes, whilst the other ventured further to cup his balls. She liked that he flinched when she touched them.
“I’ve been jackin’ you off for a while now,” she mused, “But you haven’t blown yet. Am I doing it right?”
“Y-yeah,” he nodded quickly, and reassuringly, down at her, “It’s just… it takes a while for me.”
Takes a while, huh?
Now that she’d gotten a good feel of it, Gavial couldn’t help but notice that she hadn’t any issue fitting both her hands along his shaft, with some room to spare. And he was plenty girthy too. From a medical standpoint, he seemed perfectly– no– more than perfectly healthy. From her own personal standpoint, well, she couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride that she had bagged quite the stud.
But that was nothing compared to the swell that she felt, pulsing along his length.
“Not long now,” he warned her, his eyes squeezed shut, “Gavial… tissues…!”
“Ha? Tissues?” The Archosaurian scoffed, “Whaddya think we are, pansies?”
She smirked up at his distress, licking her lips.
“Besides, this workout’s got me feelin’ a little hungry.”
With an excited swish of her tail, his lover lunged forward, wrapping her lips around his cock. But she couldn’t even get him more than a few inches deep before she felt him twitch hard.
“Oh, f-fuck– Gavial!”
The Archosaurian grunted in surprise as his hands flew to the sides of her head, and yanked her down on his spasming cock before she had time to breathe. And without warning, he came in her mouth. Thick, gooey wads of seed, spurting out from his shaft, splattering hot against the roof of her mouth. His second load was somehow even bigger, and Gavial bit back a yelp as he bucked forward, grinding the base of his loins into her nose, pressing her flat against the door as she tried in vain to swallow all the seed he was giving her. But it was all gushing down her gullet, his heady musk dominating her senses of smell and taste, as he let out growl after throaty growl.
“Hrrff… ahh… nnnngh…!”
Gavial barely felt his third or fourth loads steaming down her throat, as he mashed her skull into his groin with a primal brutality. But she was conscious of him trying to pull out, hurriedly spewing pointless apologies.
“I’m sorry, Gav… I don’t know what came over–”
Though she couldn’t speak, she made her intentions clear by digging her fingers into his rear, and wrenching him forward. Forcing his cock back into the snug, lurid pocket of her mouth– and then squeezing him down her throat. And that was where he keeled forward, a low, needy groan tumbling from his lips as he drained his balls into her. Gavial, too proud to choke, simply held her breath, and hugged him tight until he stopped shuddering like a leaf.
It was only then that she let him pull out of her, and the Doctor staggered backwards, flopping heavily down on the floor.
“G-Gavial,” he gasped, immediately realizing how rough he’d been with her, “Gavial! Are you hurt?”
His legs barely obeying after the intensity of his climax, he dragged himself over to her with his arms, and started wiping at the mess dribbling from her parted lips. And there sure was a lot of mess. Thick, viscous strings of spit mixed with his seed, dangled from her chin and drooled onto her heaving chest. Her eyes her cloudy and dark, but she regained focus the instant his fingers brushed against her cheek.
“...wuh?”
She blinked sleepily, her gaze following her lover’s hands as he retrieved a packet of tissues from his coat, and started drying her off.
“Aw, hell… did I just black out?”
“You might have,” the Doctor sighed, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I just grabbed your head and…”
“Shut. It.”
Gavial grabbed his head and dragged him over to lock lips with him, if only briefly.
“I told you. I like your brand of crazy.”
She chuckled at his very pronounced grimace at tasting himself on her mouth.
“And… being honest,” she looked down at herself– a filthy, sweaty, cum-stained mess of a woman– with an immodest splatter of her own juices on the ground between her thighs. “This means you’re the second person in Terra to knock me out. First was Zumama.”
“Oh…”
The Doctor wasn’t certain whether he should be proud of the fact that he just facefucked his lover into unconsciousness. But… Gavial did love trampling on the orthodox.
“So hey,” she brightened up, grabbing a handful of tissues to help with the cleaning, “I say that gives you a pretty good chance at winning the Mahuizzotia, since Zumie’s obviously not gonna be there.”
He laughed at her joke. But even her attempt to cheer him up was only a momentary comfort.
Later that day, the three of them approached Kal’tsit to explain the situation. Though doubtful, she approved the expedition to Sargon, giving the Doctor one week to prepare for the tournament.
To prepare to prove, once and for all, that he was worthy of Gavial.