Jenny nodded eagerly at his response, smiling brightly. She did, didn't she? Because in killing those men she had saved his life and that was the important part. Their lives were inconsequential in the span of the universe, especially in comparison to a god like her Master.

"I d-" she began, words cut off by a low groan when his fingers slipped inside of her. Oh, oh yes that was a reward. Jenny whispered his name before a new round of tears filled her eyes at the slap. Hips bucked again and more tears wet the silk blindfold as the wax fell so very close to her core.

It was close to maddening. She couldn't keep control of her body, feeling the jerks and squirms that he caused echo from her sex to her core and through out her body. Jenny bit down on her lip hard enough to taste blood, wishing she could see his face and the look of content she was certain was there.

Jenny was so open to him already he didn't even have to work to see into her mind. Just a look, not even anything that she'd be able to sense, but oh, he was pleased by what he saw. Yes, that was right; life was utter inconsequential. The means to an end, on occasion, but rarely anything more. And certainly nothing to get upset over.

Lovely though the wax did look on her skin, the Master was tiring of this exercise. He'd drawn things out for her last time, tortured her until she could stand no more. This time, he rather thought he'd show her how much fun things could be when brought to a quicker conclusion.

Emptying the candle onto her stomach, he blew it out and tossed it to the side, before ducking between her legs. No teasing this time; he pressed his mouth to her cunt, sliding his tongue into her, fucking her with it, flexing it inside her. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force as he licked at her, closing his lips around her clit and sucking, humming in the back of his throat as he mouthed unforgivingly at the wet heat of her flesh.

Jenny cried out when the remaining wax burned her stomach. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. It hurt more than pleasured her, but almost as if he knew such, his mouth was at her folds. When Jenny cried out again seconds later, it was with overwhelming pleasure.

His hands dug into his skin to hold her in place, something so needed as she thrashed around him. She couldn't hold still, back arching, hips thrusting towards him, fingers curling into the mattress. The desire that had begun to build inside of her from the foreplay was was beginning to crescendo. That ache was back, oh so lovely and intense.

"Master," she cried as he sucked at her clit. He was killing her and Jenny couldn't ask for a better way to die. "Fuck. Fuck me. Please? Please, please, please."

The Master groaned against her, but did not grant her request. Despite the low build of arousal that had been growing in his belly, and was currently pressing rather insistently against the seam of his trousers, he was nowhere near as desperate as her. She would come now, from his mouth on her and nothing else, and she would do so because he pleased.

So he only intensified his assault, giving her no chance to recover, to draw breath or hold herself back. He hummed against her, knowing how the vibrations would feel spreading up through her abdomen, licking and sucking and lapping at the heated flesh until he could feel the muscles of her cunt clenching with every touch of his tongue.

Go on, he murmured in her mind, stroking mental fingers over one of those pleasure centres, just to make things even more unbearable, No point in resisting, my dear.

My dear.

She loved how the words sounded in her head, possessive and caring and entirely for hers. As she gasped and groaned, body convulsing uncontrollably from his actions, a new feeling filled her. There was a reason she didn't hesitate to shoot and a reason why Jenny knew she would do anything her Master asked of her.

She loved him.

The very thought surprised her and when she gasped, it was only partially due to pleasurable agony. He had taken her in, he had accepted her without hesitation, he had shown her how wonderful her body could be. He had promised to make her into a Time Lord, just like her father. And all of that, all of that swirling around in her young mind as his own conscious invaded hers was simply too much.

In two days, in a matter of hours, Jenny had fallen in love with her father's worse enemy.

It made her laugh as she came, giving in to the unbearable torture and letting those inner muscles spasm around his tongue and mouth. She moaned his name, again and again, naming him her Master forever and ever.

"I love you," she breathed as the universe seemed to explode around her. Her mind flared outward, ecstatic with realization and pleasure. "I love you!"

The Master lapped her up as she came, savouring that flavour of a female Gallifreyan that he hadn't tasted in so long. Honey-sweet and rich, unlike the sharp, acidic taste of human women.

The declaration of love, if he was being honest, rather took him by surprise. He had perhaps expected Jenny to fall in love with him- it would be terribly useful, at any rate, if she did- but certainly not until later. She'd only known him for two days, after all. But then, she was young, and painfully ignorant about most things; he was the first person to show her was pleasure was, probably the first to treat her with anything like respect. It was unsurprising then that she should think herself in love with him.

His fingers gently kneading at her hips, he soothed her through the aftershocks of orgasm, before stroking his hands down her thighs.

'"Thus should the student ever love the teacher,"' he quoted, '"for no love is purer or sweeter than that of the youth for his erastes. So even have held the gods, in the love of the youth Hyacinthus for Phoebus-Apollo."'

She sighed happily as he drank up her juices, knowing how he savoured her and know just how special she was for being the only female Gallifreyan left. And his words were ever so lovely, too, declaring her love pure and sweet.

After another shaky breath or two, she smiled. Could she ever get enough of that feeling? She doubted it. And, oh, how she couldn't wait to explore more. There was no better reward than having her Master make love to her and soothe her fears with truths and pride.

"That's pretty," Jenny stated a second or two later, eyes closing despite being unable to see anything in the first place. "Love should be like that, I think. I think I like being in love with you."

It certainly made killing those men easier. Knowing that she did it for love made it all the better. She'd do anything for him, anything to earn his love in return.

'The Greeks,' he offered as explanation, still softly stroking her thighs- up and down, the pads of his fingers and the faintest, dragging touches of nails. 'Humans, towards the beginning of their so-called civilised history. Primitive, of course, but they did have some interesting ideas.'

Resting his chin on the muscle of her thigh, he looked up at her, a wry grin playing about his lips. 'You're feeling better now, I trust?'

He might have her bring him off after she recovered somewhat, but then again, he might not. It wasn't of any particular importance to him, though he would enjoy it. This, for now, was all about furthering Jenny's education.

"I think," she begins before a purr interrupts her words. His touch was arousing despite having just recovered from her climax. "I think that I should read about them. I want to learn about everything."

Everything there was to know not just about Gallifreyans, but every sentient race in the universe. There was so much history out there, so much time, and she couldn't ever be goddess of it if she didn't know anything. That would be awful. Horribly awful.

Jenny squirmed a little, giggling as he rested his chin on her leg. Oh, did it feel lovely to have him touch her - no matter the way. She laughed and nodded, hair musing against the sheets. "I am! No guilt. In fact... I think I might have done it all over again knowing this is how you'd react, Master. Knowing I'd save you. That feels wonderful."

He was about to tell her about the TARDIS's library, because Rassilon knew he wasn't going to be teaching her everything about the history of everything, when she spoke again. Entirely without his knowledge or permission, a slow, immensely pleased smile spread across his face. So, she was willing to kill again, was she? Just because it pleased him. Oh, very good. An excellent start, and so early in the game. It would take a few more deaths, he was sure, before she was entirely acclimated to the idea of killing for necessity, and once that was done, he'd move on to killing for pleasure. She might think it inconceivable now, but not for long.

'Oh?'

Sliding up onto the bed, he sat cross-legged next to her, heedless of the erection still tenting his trousers. 'How did you think I was going to react? Were you afraid I'd disapprove?'

She couldn't see him move, but she could feel the new vibrations on the bed. Reaching out with a hand, Jenny searched around until she finds his knee. She still needed that little bit of reassurance that comes from contact, even with this surge of adrenaline-like feeling rushing through her.

"Maybe?"

The confidence in her voice faltered a little as she answered. Jenny took a breath and tried to sit up. It took a moment (stomach sore from the burnt wax), but she was able to. She shrugged a little and nodded.

"Dad disapproved. He didn't understand that living things all die and sometimes causalities just happen. I tried to learn different but... but it's easier. Is is, isn't it?"

The Master exhaled a little laugh when she cast around for him on the bed with one hand. 'You can take off the blindfold now, you know,' he said, a touch of wryness colouring his words.

He listened intently, though, as she spoke. Unsurprising, really. 'Your father,' he said, meeting her now-unveiled eyes, 'has never been able to realise that. He thinks that he ought to be able to save everyone, everywhere. Especially now that Gallifrey's gone.'

Though Jenny, he realised, as soon as he said that, probably didn't know the role her father had played in the Time War, or indeed, if he had fought at all. Certainly, it wasn't exactly something the Doctor shared freely with all and sundry. He cocked his head at her, lips pursed and eyes shrewd.

'Did your father ever tell you what happened to Gallifrey?'

She blushed a little at that realisation, pulling the blindfold off seconds after. Jenny held on to it tightly with her free hand as her eyes glanced downward. The dark red wax stood out sorely against her pale skin. It shocked her for a moment.

But he was still talking and she knew that she had to pay attention. She looked back up at his face and shook her head.

"He said that it was gone. Because of a war that he fought in, and even killed people," she added in, a tad bitter. "And when I asked him how it made us different, he refused to answer."

Jenny hadn't liked that.

Now that did sound like the Doctor; always in denial- denial of his own birthright, of the part he'd played in the War, the fact that his inheritance was not a sweet one. The Master's lips twisted faintly.

'I'm afraid he didn't give you the whole story.'

Reading the disappointment in her face at his words, he continued. 'The Time War was fought between two great and terrible civilisations- Gallifrey and Skaro, the Time Lords and the Daleks, their great enemy. Since the War was fought outside and around Time, there's no real way to say how long it lasted, but suffice to say that it was a bitter conflict. The Time Lords defending against the Daleks, but never truly retaliating. It wasn't until the end, when all was almost lost- the great Citadel of the Time Lords crumbled and in ruins- that they realised their mistake. The Daleks were going to win; defense was no longer sufficient- they were going to fall.'

He paused for a moment, gaging her reaction to his tale thus far, before continuing.

'And so they took the last option left to them, and gave it to the Doctor. He destroyed Gallifrey, and Skaro. Removed them from all of Time and space, made it as if they had never been. Like a god, two almighty civilisations burning at his hands; all the Time Lords, and all the Daleks- dead. He killed billions.'

A silence, just for emphasis.

'That's what happened to Gallifrey.'

Jenny's eyes went wide with shock and something akin to tears as her mouth hung open. She couldn't figure out what she was feeling right now. Disbelief? Hurt? Betrayal? Outrage? Anger? How... how dare he judge her when he exterminated two races!

The last of the Time Lords and it was all his fault. Jenny couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. But none of the Master's words contradicted the little that her father told her. And her Master hadn't ever steered her wrong in all of these two days.

"He lied."

Her voice was cold. If he had wanted to plant seeds of bitterness and distrust in Jenny against her father, he had succeeded. Would he never tell her?

"He lied to me about everything! And he made me feel awful for being what I was! How... why? Why would he do that to me?"

Jenny's voice was colder than the Master had yet heard it, and the sound sent a pleasurable little shiver through him. Oh, now that was lovely; the furious hurt and betrayal he could feel from her, cancelling out the lingering heat of afterglow from her orgasm. Betrayal could easily be transformed into hatred and resentment... and right now, Jenny was mouldable as clay.

The Master shrugged. 'Who knows? Certainly I can't claim to understand the way the Doctor's mind works. Perhaps he saw himself in you, what he could be- can be- that side of himself he hates.'

He heaved a theatrical little sigh, staring off into the distance. 'So unwilling to accept his own birthright; he always was, but now, now that we two are the only ones left, now it's doubly important. I am glad I got a hold of you before he did; someone of your blood should be taught the rights of your people. And now you see your father... well, he's hardly qualified to help anybody besides himself, no matter white kind of a hero he might think himself.'

"You're right."

Her voice was still cold, cold and quiet. All her life had been a lie. To think that she was going to dedicate it to live in his footsteps! She was going to rescue planets and save civilisations because of him. Well, she wouldn't anymore. Not for him, anyway.

"You're right," Jenny repeated with a small nod. "He lied to me. He lied to me about everything. He's a killer and a soldier and everything I am! And he won't accept it. How can he be anything if he won't accept himself?"

She sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them close. Some hero her father was. He was an utter lie. And if it weren't for the Master, she'd still be deluded. She'd be alone. The tears filled her eyes whether she liked it or not.

"I don't want to be like him anymore."

'I couldn't have put it better myself.'

Of course, the Master didn't entirely agree. The Doctor was something, without a doubt; such something that he had consumed the Master's entire life. Every moment for him, with him, because of him, against him. Even this moment, with Jenny, was for the dear Doctor, in a way. The Master imagined in giddy delight the reaction the Doctor would have when he finally met Jenny, once the Master had finished with her.

Outwardly, though, he gave Jenny a sympathetic little pout, opening his arms and gesturing her towards him. Folding her to his breast, he hummed comfortingly into her hair, nuzzling against the crown of her head.

'You don't have to be. All you have to be is Jenny. Mmm?' He tipped her chin up, wiping a tear from her cheek. 'Think you can manage that?'

She hugged him tightly, clinging to him almost as if he was her biological father. For a moment Jenny couldn't help but wish he was. He'd be such a better role model than her father. But then she couldn't fuck him, could she? And that wouldn't be any fun.

"I can," she whispered as she looked up at him. A small smile spread across her face as he wiped the tear from her cheek. "Jenny. And a Time Lady. And a goddess. Someone to make you proud."

And with that, allegiances were switched. She loved him. She wanted to please him. And he wasn't anything like her father at all.

With her small, naked body pressed up against him, his arousal, which had faded somewhat with his telling of the Time War and talk of the Doctor, began to return. It wasn't just her body, either; it was the knowledge of the delightful hatred for the Doctor he could feel beginning in her, that coldness, as well as her now utter devotion to him. She would do anything for him, anything at all.

He let out a little sigh, and his thumb brushed over her cheek again. She was close enough to be able to feel him through his trousers, and he gave a little wriggle of his hips, meeting her gaze with a cheeky little twist of the lips.

'Make me proud?'

It was more a suggestion than it was a question.

Make him proud. Oh, she could do that. Jenny giggled as he wriggled his hips. She had forgotten about that arousal during their discussion. It was such a nice reminder to have now. He couldn't ever, ever be her father when he made her feel like this.

"I'd love to make you proud," she responded as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She tilted her head upward to capture that cheeky grin in a teasing kiss. "Anything you want, Master."

Anything. Absolutely anything to please him.

The Master simply shrugged in answer to her words, widening his eyes artfully.

'Make me proud on your own,' he stressed. 'I'm not going to tell you what to do; I want you to think of something yourself. No goddess is forever taking orders from someone else, after all.'

He might as well take the opportunity to teach her a lesson in independent thought, after all. At least, now that he knew there was no chance of that independent thought leading her to decide she disagreed with him.

"Really?"

Jenny giggled as she stared up at him, mind racing with ideas already. She got to take charge this time? Oh, she did like the sound of that. She liked it a lot. There were so many possibilities. So many, she was certain.

And for a moment, she felt frightened. So many options. How would she pick the right one? Jenny took a breath and looked him over. At the very least, she could pretend to know what she was doing. So, remembering how he had kissed her, Jenny not so gently trailed a line of kisses to his ear and then bit down hard on the lobe.

"Can I use the riding crop?" she whispered into his ear, eager as a schoolgirl determined to get an A in her assignment. "I think... I think I want to hurt you until you climax. Or have you... have you tie me up and fuck me. Or both?"

It wasn't as though any of those options sounded unappealing- quite the contrary, but it rather looked as though dear Jenny was stuck in a bit of a rut. Granted, she'd only been having sex for two days, but still. Until the novelty of it wore off- and knowing Jenny, the Master anticipated that might take a while- he was not going to have a boring sex life.

Anyway, right now, he really just wanted to get off; a good wank would suit just as well as anything else. Still, it wouldn't do to tell her that. So, smiling indulgently, he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping it up.

'Ah, but we've done that already. Wouldn't want things to get boring, would we? There's more than one way to have sex, you know.'

He wasn't angry with her, but she was certain that some part of him was disappointed. She wasn't trying hard enough and that wasn't right. He deserved every bit of her attention and efforts. After all, he had taken her in. And he was the only thing Jenny had left in the universe.

More than one way to have sex. She had already pleasured him with her mouth. That could be ruled out. There had to be other positions they had yet to try, but Jenny doubted that that was what he wanted right now. There was an impatience about all of it.

She tilted her head and looked at him before capturing his lips again with her own. Jenny bit at him fiercely, wanting so much to taste blood again. As she did, her fingers found the zipper and button to his trousers. There was nothing gentle about her actions as she finally forced her hand in to squeeze his cock.

Hopefully, that would make him proud.