Hand-To-Hand Combat

Author’s Note: Any sexual encounters in my stories are implied rather than spelled out. This is my first attempt at anything so graphically explicit. When I checked to see how Leela had been treated by other authors, I was surprised to find no other HET stories with her in them. Considering her savage and basic nature, I found this strange. I always thought she was a natural for this type of story. Jason, while not human, is still a heterosexual male and has his own reactions to her. What do you think?

Jason Krystovan is an original character who was introduced in the story "The Alliance of Death," a story too tame for this site. It can be found on Whofic.com.

HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT

The room was enormous, which really wasn’t saying much within the confines of the TARDIS. Jason knew he shouldn’t be surprised by anything he found in the impossibly large interior, but this was still a bit of a jolt. When Leela said she was taking him to the training room, he had envisioned…well, a room, not this padded arena.

Leela was in one of the side areas, looking over the equipment with an expert’s eye. The Doctor was leaning against the doorjamb, taking in his companions’ activity in amusement. His newest companion was in for an interesting experience to say the least, he thought amusedly. Despite his volatile temper, Jason was still an Alterran, a race that had shunned violence for centuries. Leela, on the other hand, was human and a trained warrior with no aversion to killing if the situation warranted it.

The fact that Jason had agreed to let Leela teach him hand-to-hand combat skills in the first place had surprised the Time Lord, who wondered if the shape-shifting young man had a clue as to what he was getting himself in to. “Before I leave you two to kill each other,” the Doctor said amiably, “might I suggest, Jason, that you put on some protective gear.” He indicated an area containing various sizes of chest protectors, arm and shin guards, and padded helmets.

Jason looked in the direction indicated and scowled. “You’re joking.”

The Doctor smiled broadly. “I think you’re going to need it.” He then nodded down to a small shadowbox further along the wall that had a blue light dancing across the opening. “I took the liberty of hooking up a barrier generator and I’ve shown Leela how to use it.”

The Alterran’s eyes widened. As long as the device was active, he would be prevented from changing form and his strength would be reduced to human levels. He threw a quick look over to Leela, seeing an enormous grin on her face. Great, he thought. I’m going to die.

“Just leveling the field, as it were,” the Time Lord informed when Jason turned back to face him, a dark look on his face.

“Thanks, Doctor,” came the sardonic reply.

“Try not to break him, Leela,” the Doctor said with a grin before he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

* * *

By the end of his first week of training, Jason was sure he was turning into one giant bruise. It was getting harder and harder to heal himself after each session and he was getting tempted to stop trying. By the end of the second week, he was finally getting the hang of things enough that he didn’t have to transmute as often to heal himself. At the end of the third week, Leela introduced weapons training, which opened up a whole new possibility of bruises.

Jason was delighted when he learned the warrior would be teaching him knife throwing. As a surgeon, he had always been amused at the thought of tossing a scalpel or two across a room, not that he had ever actually attempted it. But it was a skill that Leela was very adept at, and he was eager to learn, if only because he did not have to wear the cumbersome protective gear and was not in danger of being brained with a heavy stick every five minutes as with his stave training.

“How long have we been at this?” Jason moaned after completing another successful round. He had hit the target with every knife for ten straight rounds. He turned to his unrelenting teacher who stood beside him, a disapproving look on her face.

“You get tired too quickly with that generator thing on, Jason,” Leela chided. “You’re soft.”

“Ha! I’ll show you who’s soft,” he cried out defiantly. Without warning, he grabbed her by the shoulders and swept his leg out, knocking her off of her feet. Leela fell back onto the mat, Jason landing on top of her, an enormous smile on his face. “There. Now who’s soft?”

“Alright, you can get off me now,” she conceded in an annoyed tone. “You are very heavy.”

Jason started to lever himself up and stopped. He gave his companion a devilish look and then leaned down, giving her a quick kiss on the mouth. He expected to be rewarded with a thump to the side of the head that would send him flying. Instead, Leela reached up and took hold of his shirt and used it to lever herself up and over. In a blink, they had changed positions and it was the Alterran who was pinned to the mat, the warrior sitting proudly on top of him.

Jason rolled his eyes and went limp in feigned surrender. “Okay, you win,” he groaned. “I am at your mercy.” He closed his eyes and sighed. The next thing he knew, the warrior was kissing him very passionately on the mouth. His eyes snapped open and he stared at her in astonishment. When she finally sat back, he was gasping for breath.

“Wow,” he said at last. “I…ah, wasn’t expecting that.”

“You didn’t like it?” Leela asked in a slightly injured tone.

“I didn’t say that.”

All smiles again, Leela playfully repositioned her hips. “Good.”

When she started to unbutton his shirt, Jason swallowed hard. What had he done to trigger this? he wondered. Should he stop her or… He closed his eyes as her hands slowly moved down his exposed chest, a moan of pleasure escaping him. Stop her! Was he crazy? Then his belt was being unfastened and he reached down to halt her progress. “My clothes are a part of me,” he informed softly.

Leela cocked her head to one side, not quite understanding what he meant.

“You’ll have to turn the barrier generator off,” he instructed.

Although puzzled, Leela stood up and crossed to the device, switching it off. The moment she did so, Jason’s body simmered for a split second and he was suddenly lying naked on the mat leaning on his elbow. The warrior grinned and turned the device back on, causing the Alterran to scowl.

As she crossed back to him, Leela pulled off her garments, tossing them carelessly aside. She pushed Jason back on to the mat with her barefoot and then stood astride the prone youth, allowing him to take in her naked form a moment before sitting on top of him again. She pressed herself against his chest, kissing his neck and then biting his flesh ever so gently. At the same time, she ran the fingers of one hand through his mass of black curls, racking the nails of the other hand along the side of his chest.

Jason responded with a low moan, moving his hips beneath her. He could smell the pheromones as they were released by his human partner and found himself intoxicated. His hands were caressing the smoothness of her back, his fingers moving to run through her hair. It was so soft. He hadn’t expected that but was uncertain as to why. He could feel the muscles in Leela’s incredibly toned body pressing against his, the sensation of her skin against his. Even though he wasn’t human, his body responded as if it were; his breathing and heart rate increased and within seconds he was hard and erect.

Leela sat up and slowly lowered herself onto the Alterran’s swollen member, a moan of pleasure escaping the pair in unison. Jason moved his hips slightly as he penetrated the warm, inviting folds of Leela’s body. He put his hands on her hips to steady her, but it seemed this was unnecessary. The warrior knew exactly what she was doing. She leaned forward, kissing him on the mouth again. Deeply, passionately, and with such intensity it took his breath away a second time.

Jason looked up at the woman on top of him, suddenly feeling like a novice. He had not felt so inept with a lover since his first encounter decades ago, and that was only because they were both virgins. They had giggled and laughed at their own awkwardness, making the experience that much more enjoyable… and memorable. Self assurance and expertise came with time and practice. But it seemed that nothing could have prepared him for this…this…savage encounter.

Leela was racking her nails down his chest again, raising red welts and causing goosebumps to stand out all over his body. Jason shuddered and closed his eyes, another moan rising in his throat, his back arching slightly. His hands were rubbing the taut muscles of his partner’s legs as she moved slowly up and down his engorged member, rocking her hips back and forth.

Jason tried to match her movements, but was stopped with the slight pressure of one hand. She was in charge, apparently, not that he was complaining. His hands were trembling as they reached up to caress her breasts. She was grinning at him, her face glowing with pleasure, her hair tussled where he’d put his hands through it. There was no doubting that she was enjoying every second of this.

Leela rubbed Jason’s hands as they gently stoked her breasts, running her hands up and down his arms. Then she took hold of his wrists and leaned forward, pinning his arms to the mat. She moved her hips from side to side as she nibbled at his chest, pulling a moan from his throat with each bite, each slight movement of her pelvis. He heard her giggle as she caused this to happen. His body shuddered as she changed from nibbles to harder bites followed by a flick of the tongue and his moans changed to intermittent gasps of pain mixed with pleasure. He knew this was probably wrong, but wasn’t in any mood to think about it. He had never been so out of his depth with a woman before and found himself all the more aroused by it.

Leela was now attacking Jason’s neck, nibbling his ears and moving around his throat, pulling at the folds of skin with her teeth. He found himself wanting her to stop and go on at the same time, arching his back and groaning loudly as she moved down to his chest to run her tongue around his nipples and then manipulated them with her teeth. She still had his arms pinned to the mat and he wondered if he should pull away as another shiver of pleasure mixed with pain shook his body. She went on until he thought he could stand it no longer. Then she was kissing him on the mouth again, running her tongue along his teeth. She pulled back only slightly and started moving rhythmically over his engorged penis, slowly at first and then faster and faster until she was panting with the effort and moaning with pleasure at the same time.

Leela sat up slightly, her arms on his chest, her body trembling but not slowing in its frenzied undulations. Then he heard it, the short gasping moans as she started to climax. Jason reached down and touched her swollen clitoris, his thumb having scarcely brushed against it when she exploded into ecstasy. She sat up fully and arched her back, throwing her head back, the low moan in her throat turning into a scream that startled the man beneath her. Her knees moved out slightly and she repositioned her pelvis, allowing him to penetrate her even further, her body stiffening as she allowed herself to be completely overcome by the experience, another scream of ecstasy bursting forth.

Jason caught his breath as the softness of her insides tightened around him in a way he had never felt before. He could feel her body pulsating in time with her orgasm as it came in wave after wave of pure pleasure and sent tingles throughout his entire body. He had never experienced anything quite like it and wondered if it was because the barrier generator was still operating. If so, he was going to have to reconsider his opinion of the device.

Leela was gasping now, making sharp guttural noises that sent a thrill of delight down Jason’s spine. His hand was still at her soft opening and he moved his thumb slowly, brushing against her swollen nub and causing her to catch her breath, her body quivering in response. He continued in an almost taunting manner, chuckling at each gasp his actions elicited in his now giggling partner, who responded by racking her nails along his legs and causing him to shudder as the goosebumps sprang up all over his body again.

After a few minutes of this, Leela was suddenly lying across his chest, kissing him so hard that she took his breath away yet again. Then his hands were pinned to the mat and she was nibbling his chest as before. This time he squirmed beneath her and groaned loudly in protest, which only seemed to encourage her to continue. She was holding him down forcefully this time, as if to get back at him for triggering this second wave of savage desire.

Jason made a weak attempt to struggle before he was completely overwhelmed by her, his breathing turning to ragged gasps. His body was almost convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure and pain shook it in the wake of Leela’s unrelenting onslaught. It was as if she were trying to see just how much he could stand before he begged her to stop. She came within a hairsbreadth of this before she was riding him again, her hips moving faster and faster until she came a second time, another primal scream exploding from her.

Because he wasn’t human, Jason could have remained firm for as long as he chose, but felt another round of this would turn him into a gibbering wreck, if he wasn’t one already. He moved his hips below his panting partner, thrusting upward to signal that he was ready before he came himself, a loud groan of pleasure escaping him, his body shuddering at the same time. He wondered almost abstractly if his eyes would stay rolled into the back of his head where they seemed to have gone.

It seemed Leela had not finished tormenting her partner, who was still trying to catch his breath. She leaned back and racked her nails up his legs, causing Jason to shiver and pulling another moan of pleasure mixed with a laugh from him. Despite the fact that he was not longer firm, he was still inside her and he felt her body tighten around him as she did this, causing him to wonder if she were still in the throes of her multiple orgasms, or if she were trying to persuade him to try for a third time. She continued to drag her nails over his body, moving them up and down his chest, giggling at the reaction this produced, her body constricting in response to every moan from his throat.

Jason looked up at the smiling woman on top of him and rolled his eyes, shaking his head back and forth. He could take nor give her anymore. Leela did not insist further, flopping down onto his chest and giving a long contented sigh, gently stroking his chest. She was so wonderfully warm against him, he thought as he put his arms around her and held her tenderly. When he realized he was on the verge of falling asleep, he rolled onto his side, carrying her with him. He gave her a gentle kiss on the check and leaned back to look at her as she disengaged herself from him and rolled onto her back, closing her eyes. She was positively glowing.

He knew that humans considered such intimate couplings to be a sign of deep commitment, the ultimate gesture of two people in love. And while he liked and admired Leela, he was not in love with her, nor was she with him. He had no illusions about this at all. Then he wondered if she looked on this act as he did, an intimate sharing of pleasure between two consenting sentient beings. God, Krystovan! Jason thought, what a horribly sterile view of something that had been absolutely amazing. So incredibly mind-blowingly fantastic. His body was still tingling, which may or may not have been due to the fact that it was streaked with scratches and bite marks. Thank goodness he could transmute. There was no way he was going to try to explain how he got all those to the Doctor.

Jason propped himself onto an elbow. “You are a wild woman,” he said at last. “Incredible! But still a wild woman.” Leela looked over at him and laughed. He liked the sound of her laugh. Even when she was laughing at him, it wasn’t derisive.

“You said I should teach you everything I know,” she replied, the laughter still in her voice.

Jason gave her a sideways look. “I’m guessing that wasn’t everything.”

Leela threw her head back and laughed again, causing Jason to suspect that he had barely scratched the surface. He rolled onto his back and exhaled, wondering if he would survive another “lesson” like this one. Not that he was in any way averse to finding out.

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“Hand-To-Hand Combat” by Margaret Price © 2005 is an original story written for the enjoyment of Doctor Who fans. No copyright infringement is intended.
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