The DOCTOR WHO fucks

The Space Valkyries ship shuddered violently as beams of blinding light pierced through the darkness of space. The hull groaned under the strain of impact as the enemy ship, a monstrous, angular behemoth, unleashed its barrage of destructive energy. The air inside the ship was thick with tension, alarms blaring, and the sounds of hurried footsteps echoed down the narrow corridors.

Lysandra, the fearless leader of the Valkyries, stood at the command deck, her eyes locked on the viewports. The battle raged outside. Her hand gripped the control panel, her knuckles white from the pressure.

"Status report!" Lysandra's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding.

"Shields are down to 30%, Commander! We can't take much more!" shouted one of the warriors at the communications console, her voice tight with panic.

"We need to fight back, now!" another Valkyrie called out, her fingers flying over the weapons console. "Their firepower's overwhelming. We can't hold out much longer!"

Lysandra's gaze never wavered from the view of the incoming enemy ship, its colossal frame looming over them like a predator about to strike its prey. Her mind raced, calculating every possibility. The Space Valkyries were known across the galaxy for their strength, their resolve, but even they couldn't withstand this kind of assault for much longer.

"Brace for impact!" Lysandra barked, just as another beam of light slammed into the side of their ship. The deck buckled beneath their feet, and the ship groaned in protest.

But then, as if in response to their desperation, a low hum reverberated through the ship, faint at first, then growing louder. A strange, pulsating noise that filled the air. Lysandra's eyes narrowed in confusion as she turned to the viewport once again.

"Do you hear that?" she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and caution.

One of the warriors, standing beside her, looked up from her console, her eyes widening. "It's…the Doctor," she said, almost breathless.

"The Doctor?" Lysandra echoed, her brow furrowing in disbelief. "What is he doing here?"

Before anyone could answer, a sudden burst of light erupted from the source of the hum, and the TARDIS appeared, materializing in the void of space with a soft, almost ethereal glow. It rotated in the darkness like a lone sentinel against the chaos, its familiar blue police box shape a beacon of mystery.

The massive enemy ship hesitated, its weapons momentarily ceasing fire as the TARDIS hovered in space, glowing brighter by the second.

"What in the stars…?" Lysandra whispered, her voice trailing off as she watched, mesmerized.

Without warning, a tremendous beam of light shot from the TARDIS, surging across the space between them and the enemy ship. The beam struck the massive ship with an overwhelming force, vibrating through the Valkyries' ship as if the very fabric of reality had bent under its power. A sudden pulse of energy seemed to distort the very air, and the enemy ship began to disintegrate under the immense pressure.

The beam's intensity only grew, pulling the giant ship in, dragging it toward the center of the black hole just beyond. It didn't take long before the colossal vessel was sucked into the gravitational pull, its hulking form vanishing into the event horizon with a final, fleeting flash of light.

A stunned silence fell over the Space Valkyries as the last of the beams dissipated. The enemy was gone, sucked into the black hole, and the immediate threat had vanished as quickly as it had arrived.

Lysandra stood in silence, her heart still racing, her mind struggling to comprehend what had just occurred. She wasn't sure if they should be celebrating or holding their breath. Their ship was battered, but they were alive. For now, that was enough.

"What… just happened?" one of the warriors whispered, looking around in awe.

Another Valkyrie slowly shook her head, still processing the events. "Did the Doctor… did he just… save us?"

"I think so," Lysandra said, her voice low, as she watched the space around them for any lingering danger. The humming sound of the TARDIS filled the air once again, and before anyone could react, the familiar blue police box materialized right in front of them.

The Space Valkyries blinked in unison as the TARDIS appeared in the ship's hangar, its doors swinging open with a soft, whirring noise. A tall figure stepped out, his eyes sparkling with mischief and brilliance.

"Ah, did you miss me? Good to see you all, still in one piece! Though, I'm afraid, your ship's a bit worse for wear," the Doctor said, his voice tinged with that familiar, confident cheerfulness.

 The nearly twenty space Valkyrie warriors, their faces a mix of conflict and lustful excitement, greeted the Doctor. Lysandra stepped forward, blushing. "Hello, Doctor," she said. "I see you've moved up the ranks. What happened to your leader?" the Doctor inquired.

 "She died, killed by Lagunas," Lysandra replied, her voice heavy with sorrow. "Sorry to hear that," the Doctor said. "Can I help you feel any better?" 

Lysandra approached the Doctor, and they began a passionate kiss. "Yes, you can," she whispered. The three cadet warriors watched in shock. "What's going on?" one of them muttered. The Doctor flipped his sonic screwdriver, and a wave of arousal washed over the warriors. 

They began to moan, frantically removing their armor and clothing. Soon, they were in scissors entangled in a frenzy of lust, their bodies moving in a chaotic dance. "Oh, yes... Yes, Doctor... Please..." Lysandra moaned in wheelbarrow position while the doctor nailed her hard, "Fuuuuuuuuuck me, Fuck me harder". The other warriors joined in, their moans growing louder and more desperate. "I need you... I need you now..." one of them cried out. As the orgiastic frenzy reached its peak, the Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to summon nude clones of himself from the TARDIS. They joined the fray, each clone taking a warrior as their own. The women's moans grew louder, their bodies arching and twisting with pleasure. "Oh, God... Yes... Yes, yes, yes..." they cried out, their voices rising in a chorus of ecstasy. The Doctor and his clones worked tirelessly, their cocks thrusting deep into the wet, eager pussies of the space Valkyries. The warriors moaned and screamed in pleasure, their bodies squirting with ecstasy as they were taken by the Doctor and his clones. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated lust, and the space Valkyries were powerless to resist. 

Then the doctor turned off, the screwdriver. "We shall continue this session next time" and then looked at lysandra lustful eyes, "I have a task for you"