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I mean, think about all the insanely kinky implications in The Keeper of Traken, all there in the canon. The Master lands in the Melkur and grooms Kassia from her youth to worship him. To adore him. To be his loving slave. And then takes over the body of her husband. Imagine the erotic dreams she must’ve had when growing up, the Master’s presence slithering inside her mind. And as she grows older, having dreams of her husband’s features blending with someone else’s, making love to her, so sinister and raw, making her burn for more. She’s wanted it all her life and does not know what it is, does not know what she’s being prepared for. And she wants it, needs it with every fibre of her being. Every day from her childhood on, she will just have been yearning, going to the Melkur again and again, waiting for consummation. And then, one day, the Master gives her that fucking control collar and makes her do her bidding. Guh.

I want to take Eleven into a dark alley around the corner from a noisy pub and make him come in his ridiculously hiked up pants, just by grabbing his cock and biting his neck. That is all.

I would love to lick custard off Eleventy’s perfect cock and balls while I gently sodomize his beautiful ass with an orange-cream popsicle (that’s an ice lolly for you Brits!)!