Cthulhu playfully nibbled his way down the Doctor’s body, mouth tendrils curling and stroking, the edges of the fine suckers scraping like tiny gentle fingernails. With a half-strangled giggle, the Doctor said, “Thu, you’re tickling!” The Elder God snorted in amusement, large taloned hands running up the Doctor’s thighs. “Actually, my dear Timelord, _you’re_ ticklish.” The Doctor’s chuckle faded into moaned Gallifreyan profanity when Cthulhu’s mouth and accompanying tendrils engulfed his cock.