Optimus had made many mistakes in his past, and he’s made just as many sacrifices to atone for them. But he may have gotten his second chance to make amends.
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In their youth, Optimus and Elita-1 decided to take the next step and bring new life into the universe. After He lost his conjux, Optimus didn't feel worthy of being a sire and arranged for their sparkling to go somewhere safe.
Stellacycles later, one conversation leads him to look further into Bumblebee's past, seeing too many connections to be a coincidence. Could the scout be his sparkling?
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Chapter 1
“I don’t think the rest of the letters are gonna fit, Sari.” Bulkhead says as the young girl writes in large letters, reaching the end of the card half way through the word ‘father’.
“Just write the rest really small and thin, that should do it!” Bumblebee suggests.
Humans were very fascinating, in Optimus’ opinion, especially their unique customs.
He reflects on this as he watches Sari work on a ‘Father’s Day’ card with Bulkhead and Bumblebee. Cybertronians didn't really have such holidays, so Optimus was glad to see it first hand.
Sari nods and writes the uneven letters. As she studies her handwriting, an inquisitive look crosses her face. “ Hey, do autobots have parents?”
Bulkhead exchanges a look with Bumblebee, “ uh… sometimes? I mean some do, like me, but not everyone does.” He scratches at the back of his helm as he tries to explain.
Optimus jumps in “Technically we can, but since the war it’s less common. Most bots were protoforms, including myself, so we don’t have carriers and sires- or mothers and fathers.”
Prowl nods in agreement, “I was also a protoform; a lot of them were in military programs as ready made soldiers, you can say.”
Ratchet’s optics remained on the datapad. “My folks passed to the well of allsparks a long time ago. They were also medbots; helped me get the training i needed.”
“My sire also passed, but my carrier still lives on our old energon farm. I try to send her letters when I can, but they can be slow this far out in space.” Bulkhead adds.
Sari nods, turning towards the scout next to her. “ What about you Bee?
“Huh? Well, I did, but I never met them. Probably also already passed.”
“Probably?” Ratchet questioned.
“I think so,” Bumblebee explains “I grew up in an orphanage on Iacon, from what I know they took in a lot of sparklings- I think you guys would call them babies- from autobots that offlined. So, I'm guessing they did as well.”
“Hm, I think I know which one you're talking about. That place got subsidies from the war effort, and encouraged the kids to enlist when they could.” Ratchet shakes his helm.
“Yeah, that sounds about right.” Bumblebee agrees with a shrug. “Well anywho… Sari, what’cha think for the inside of the card?”
As the young girl returns her attention to the paper, Optimus excuses himself before walking to his quarters. The conversation weighs heavy on his processor, dredging up many bad memories.
He ventures to his desk, picking through datapads to find the young scout’s file. It contained basic information: he is barely old enough to be out of the academy, has behavioral issues, and is a ‘pint sized soldier that’s a mediocre fighter at best”. Optimus notes that parts of this report were written by Sentinel, so he takes it with some salt, or however the human saying goes.
He finds the mandatory background check from the orphanage. The name brings a twinge to his spark, Bumblebee’s assessment had been accurate. Optimus had heard of many recruits putting their young in the home, few were able to return…some unwilling after everything they’d gone through.
His optics trail to the photo that collects dust on his desk. A young couple stares back at him, his own young face and the visage of his conjux. There was a time where the thought of not having Elita-1 in his arms seemed like an impossibility. She was someone he’d hoped to spend the rest of their lifecycles with. In their youth they had wanted to take the next step and bring new life into the world. They’d been so excited, and when the time came to hold their sparkling Optimus knew his spark had been stolen once again. The little one had his carrier’s pretty yellow color, and his curious optics, at least according to Elita.
Everything was perfect… then they went to Archa Seven. It was supposed to be simple: find an alleged abandoned Decepticon ship. At the time he was most worried about the trouble they might get into with their superiors. Little did he know that would be the last he'd see of Elita…
Optimus had made many mistakes in his past, and he’s made just as many sacrifices to atone for them. When he’d returned, he felt lost in his own processor. Drowning in his own grief and guilt. A wedge had formed between him and Sentinel, destroying their friendship, and he buried himself in whatever work he could get.
He felt he didn’t deserve to be a sire… so he’d made arrangements for his sparkling to go somewhere safe. An orphanage on Iacon, one he knew received funding and where he knew the little one would be taken care of. And though he’d promised to not look back, it weighed heavy in the back of his processor nearly everyday of his life. He kept telling himself that he’d done what was right. He couldn’t protect his conjux, and he wasn’t going to let himself fail again.
His optics lock with Bumblebee’s profile photo, the bright yellow plating searing his processor. The orphanage is the same, and assuming his math is right, so is the scout’s age. Optimus let out a curse as rubs at his faceplate. He knows he can’t jump to any conclusions, and he was most likely looking too much into simple coincidence.
He needs to investigate further.
The door to her habsuite locked, the next several joors to herself, Sweeper knew exactly what she was going to do. Digging through her things, she pulled out her vibrator. An expensive thing. High quality material, 10 different settings and a suction function. Exactly what she planned to use.
Sitting on her berth, Sweeper spread her stabilizers and opened her modesty panels. Her valve hadn't started lubricating yet but she'd be well on her way soon enough. Turning the toy to its lowest setting, she pressed it to her anterior node and let out a sigh.
It felt good, her frame relaxed and her hip pressed forward to meet the stimulation. It wasn’t enough though, she needed something to think about. Picture something- or rather someone and what she’d want them to do to her, then feel guilty later.
But who should she think about?
There was Camouflage, the shapeshifting spy. They were a mystery to everyone, but everyone knew they were a big flirt. Some even call them a whore that faced with any one that sparked their fancy. Sweeper was always too nervous to approach them, but she did wonder if they would have a go with her. What would they do?
“Such a naughty girl…” They purred as they ran their digits over her frame, a knee pressed against her array. “Want me to play with your pretty valve?”
“Y-Yes, please… I'll be good.” She'd never interfaced with another bot, but she knew she could behave for them. Let them spread her stabilizers wider and trail their digits to her node. Their sharp ruby optics trailed over her and they licked their derma.
Sweeper turned the toy up a notch. This was a good start, but wasn't enough to get her to overload. Who else could she fantasize about?
Her mind turns toward Wheeler, a head strong mechanic with a hot temper but a soft spark. She took such great care of her human family. Sweeper would love to be taken care of the same way.
She glanced up at Sweeper from between her thighs, glossa lapping strips over her soaked valve. “You taste so good, Sweeps. Does it feel good?” Wheeler swirled her glossa over her node.
“A-ah! Yes! Thank you!” Her stabilizers trembled and she fought to keep her servos at her sides. Wheeler had told her to stay still and let her do all the work.
She wrapped her derma around her sensitive node and sucked on it.
Sweeper's back arched as she activated the suctioning function. Oh yes, she was really getting going now. Sliding two digits into her valve, she began to pump them in and out as her next fantasy began to unfold.
Gleam, an adorable no nonsense mini bot. Quiet and strict with nearly every bot she knows. Sweeper would be helpless under her harsh reprimands.
“I told you to stop squirming, or do you want me to restart again?” Gleam tugged on a wire a bit more roughly than necessary, causing Sweeper to cry out.
“I-I’m sorry! I'm trying to stay still!” They'd been at this for hours and Sweeper had lost count of how many overloads she'd been denied. Gleam organizing and reorganizing her wires as she failed to keep still. It was such sweet torture.
Sweeper turned the toy up even higher. She was so close. Her overload was right there. She just needed one final push.
“How pathetic.” Megatron, the fearsome warlord that could crush a bot like her with a single servo. And she would have no choice but to thank him for it.
He pressed her stabilizers up against her chassis, an iron grip on her thighs tightened as his giant spike rubbed against her valve. “Already this soaked from just this? Begging for my spike like a needy sharewear.”
“Lord Megatron- ah!” Sweeper's begging was cut off as he began to push his spike into her.
“Shareware doesn't need to speak. If that's how you choose to act then that's how I'm going to treat you.”
Sweeper's fantasy came to an abrupt end as her overload hit. Her back arched off the berth, moaning loudly as lubricant sprayed from her valve. She trembled and whined as she let the toy torment her oversensitive node for a few moments longer before finally shutting it off and falling limp on the berth. The guilt for her fantasies was sure to hit later but for now she was satisfied.
“Stop squirming.” Gleam scolded, pausing her work on Rodimus's wire. He was splayed out on his berth, chassis open for her to prod around in.
“I can't help it! Those wires are sensitive!”
“Maybe if you had taken better care of your internals we wouldn't be like this in the first place!” Though there was no real bite to her chastising. She just continued gently combing through his wires and tried to work around his twitching. She knew he was charged up. Had been since she started. She was simply ignoring it.
Rodimus's next retort was cut off with a whine as Gleam plucked a wire. They had already been at this for hours, his platting long having been removed. Gleam picked at the tangled mess of wires like it was her soul duty to organize them with a bored expression as she fonded the sensitive cables. “Please…”
She paused for a brief moment to stroke his heated faceplates before returning to his wires, no further acknowledgement for his begging. “Its no wonder your systems were running so inefficiently and causing so much stress.” She tugged a few more cables into place, brushing her digits against them as she pulled away.
His backstrut arched into her touch, she pressed down on his shoulders to force him back down.
“Stop moving. I'm almost done.”
“Wait- that’s too mu-uch Ah!” His thighs rubbed together, but he couldn’t open his panel, Gleam had locked it since it wasn’t her focus. Her digits rubbed over the thin wires, they tweaked at the connectors and pinched at the ports. “Please- I’m G-gonna-Oh! Let me overload!”
“You can take care of yourself when I'm done. Quit whining.” She slid the last few wires into their proper places before going back over the rest of them. She checked each and every wire and port again, taking her time and making sure everything was secure.
His engine growled and his frame twitched, Primus, he had no idea this would be so intense. His Intake hung open as little moans and gasps spilled out. He was pretty sure he was gonna overheat before he overloaded!
There was a wire that kept getting in her way to the deeper cluster. She needed both her hands so she had to improvise. She leaned in closer and took the wire between her denta, not hard enough to damage it but enough to keep secure. “Fra-a-ag…” Rodimus whined louder.
“So needy…” Gleam rolled her optics before she returned her attention to the wires. This inner cluster was made of smaller and more delicate wires, so she had to focus to not break any. She zoned in on her work, her glossa sweeped over the wire in her intake. An action she wasn’t even conscious of, but Rodimus certainly was.
“F-frag! Gl-eam I-I’m- Ah! G-gonna- Frag!!” He threw his helm back and his whole frame tensed up. He shook for a few kliks before he fell limp, reduced to a pile of overheated metal. He desperately tried to invent enough cold air to help his fans cool him down.
“There.” She finished her work, and placed the wires back in their proper spots before she let her gaze return to him. “You’re a mess.”
“Hah…” For once it seemed he didn’t have anything to say. She almost wondered if he fried his processor. Not her problem regardless.
She tweaked a wire and heard the click of his panel, lubricant and transfluid dripped down his thighs. She replaced his plating and stretched her sore back. “Well this was an enlightening experience, but it’s time for me to-” She went to stand, only for servos to grab her frame and yank her forward into his embrace.
“Hey, what-” She felt him rub his face into her helm and roll over on his side. She struggled a bit, but his arm was way too heavy and he was out like a light. When he would return to the land of the conscious was a mystery.
Guess she is stuck here for a bit longer than expected.
Day Twenty-Four - Uniforms and Costumes, Rodimus x Mayday (oc)
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Rodimus tugged in the incredibly short skirt of the nurse uniform he had on and suddenly felt some type of regret for enforcing it. He never expected he was going to have to wear it! It was for the medics, not him! Stupid Ratchet insisting on him wearing it as a punishment, then having the nerve to not even be the one to supervise him! No, he got stuck with Mayday. They barely spoke to anyone outside of the medbay! This day was gonna suck.
“I'm going to have you count and organize the supplies for me today.” Mayday spoke as they handed him a datapad. “And if you could, make note of anything we're running low on. I've already got everything listed and written down how they're supposed to be organized. You just need to count and record numbers and put them where they go.” Their tone was neutral, seemingly unfazed by the outfits the both of them were wearing.
“Yeah, yeah.” He resisted rolling his optics as he took the datapad and turned his attention to the many cases. He never paid much attention to the medical supplies, only the basic stuff he carried on the field. Most of the labels were gibberish to him, but it was simple enough to match to the list on the data pad and mark the numbers.
He bent over as he counted the contents of the lower drawers, unaware of the optics glued to his backside.
Mayday couldn't deny their captain was an attractive mech. Vibrant orange paint job, shapely stabilizers and aft, and that adorable spoiler waving like seeker wings. And now with that skimpy cloth covering him? They couldn't stop staring. The cloth showed most of his aft and accentuated it perfectly. Their servos itched to touch it.
Shaking their helm, Mayday tore their gaze away from him and went back to setting up the medical berths.
“Hey.” They were finishing up with the last berth when a servo clasped their shoulder. They turned to see Rodimus holding the datapad out for them. “Finished up, doc.”
That was faster than they were expecting. They took the datapad to look over the numbers, but their optics kept drifting back to the temporary nurse. The way the tight top stretched over his chassis, giving them a sneak peak of the orange plating barely hidden away. The buttons looked ready to snap open. They couldn’t help but wonder how it would look if his refineries were out.
“Look good?” His voice shocked them out of their thoughts.
Yes he does- “The numbers look fine. I appreciate your help today, Captain. You're free to go about your business.” Forcing a neutral tone again, and their optics up and away from his chassis. “I'll be sure to let Ratchet know you've adequately completed your disciplinary acts.”
“Right on, Doc.” He shot them fingerguns before he turned back to look for something else to do. Mayday sighed, this was going to be a long shift.
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Rodimus sighed as he watched the last few klik on his chronometer pass. Finally! He’d had enough with all the stares and pinching to his aft and thighs, and the ‘Hello nurse’ being purred at him. Thank Primus it was finally over and he can go strip this stupid costume off.
“Well, it’s been fun Doc, but I have officially served my time.”
“You did excellent work today, Captain. You're free to go.” Mayday gave him a polite smile, ignoring how long their spike has been straining against their panels. “And I'll have a word with the crew about their behavior towards you today. It was highly inappropriate to treat their captain like that.”
He gave them an appreciative smile and a wave as he finally stepped out through the door. Now Mayday was alone with their thoughts.
Fumbling with the door panel, they felt for the lock as their modesty panels slid open of their own accord. They were such a hypocrite! Talking about reprimanding other bots for objectifying Rodimus when they couldn't stop staring at his aft all day!
Their spike slid out of its housing, writhing in arousal. Stumbling back to a medical berth, they bit back a moan as their servo wrapped around their spike. Forged medic hands her incredibly sensitive and the movement and barbed texture of their spike was so intense in the delicate sensors. They slammed their other servo over their intake to muffle their now constant whimpers as they began to stroke their spike. They just needed to get this one overload out of the way and get back to their habsuite to take care of themself properly.
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Slaggit! He was just about to step into his habsuite when he realized he still had the datapad in his servo. Ok, just gotta run back then he can finally take this stupid thing off- He tried to open the door, only to find it locked. Weird, but maybe Mayday had already left for the day. Luckily being the captain meant he had access to all the doors on the ship. He typed in the code and opened the door.
“Oh, Rodimus…” He paused when he heard Mayday’s soft voice moan from inside. He creaked the door open and peaked, optics widened at the sight before him. Mayday leaning back against the Medberth, their large spike squirmed in their servo. Shame being a foreign concept to the speedster, he openly stared at Mayday as they self serviced. They were hiding a spike like that the whole time?!
“Woah, May.” He spoke dumbly, ignoring the way the medic nearly jumped out of their armor and stared at him owlishly. “Who knew you were packing something like that?”
Mayday scrambled to cover their still writhing spike with their servos as lubricant began to pool in their optics. “R-Rodimus- I mean, Captain! I-I can explain!”
“You were staring at me all day and as soon as I left you started cranking it while thinking about me?” He stated matter of factly as he approached them, stare still fixed on their spike.
Kill them. Someone please kill them now. “Im so sorry! I-I should have gone to my hab first- or-or just not done it at all!” His blatant staring at their spike had Mayday even more embarrassed. Not only had he caught them self servicing, he saw their weird spike! They were never going to live this down.
“Hey, it’s ok.” He waved his servos in front him and tried to calm them down. His gaze turned sultry as he leaned forward, chassis popped out in their face as he continued. “You need some assistance with that, doctor? Looks like you need a nurse.”
This can't actually be happening, can it? “Captain, th-this is inappropriate…” Yet their spike kept writhing, practically begging for his attention.
“I think we’re way past appropriate at this point, May.” He let his digit ghost over the tip of their spike before he pulled away. He turned his back to them and walked over to the nearby counter before he bent himself over it. The skirt of the uniform lifted right over his aft and revealed his exposed valve. “ I think I need an inspection here, doc.”
They couldn't have resisted even if they wanted to. Mayday followed him to the table, their hips rutting up against his as their spike immediately sought out his valve. “I-Im sorry if it feels weird. I don't have a lot of control over my spike.”
“I think that’s for me to decide- Ah!” He gasped as the spike wriggled its way into his valve. The barbs immediately found all his sensitive spots and his ceiling node, the thick base stretched him out so wonderfully. “Frag, it feels so good-! Ah!” He rocked his hip back to meet their’s, quickly lost in the feeling.
“F-frag…Oh…” Mayday moaned as his calipers gripped their spike. They leaned over his frame, derma brushed against his neck cables. He felt so good.
“Yes! Right there! Frag- Keep going!” He only wished he’d taken their spike sooner. The charge only built more when they reached a servo around his hips. The digits dipped between his stabilizers and started rubbing his node. “Ah! Yes!” He threw his helm back against them.
“Oh Primus- I-I’m so close- Ah, Rodimus!” They squealed as they hammered into his valve before they quickly overloaded inside him. He quickly followed with a whine, processor going fuzzy as they filled his valve up.
They both sat there for a bit before they peeled themself off his frame.
“Slag- that was too much, wasn’t it?” They shivered when they pulled out of him, optics couldn’t help but follow the trail of transfluid that dripped down his thighs.
Rodimus let out a pleased sigh as he pushed himself up, pulling the skirt back down over his skirt as he turned back to face them. He took a gentle hold of their helm and brought them in to meet their lips in a kiss. They gasped before melting into him, a whine pulled from them when he pulled away sooner than he liked.
“I think I’m gonna need an ‘at home visit’ from my doctor.” He smirked at their wide optic stare before he took their servo and took off towards his habsuite. Maybe this uniform wasn't so stupid after all.
Day Twenty-Three - Oh no! I'm stuck!, Rodimus x Wheeler (oc)
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“...Pfft-”
“I told you not to laugh!” Wheeler kicked her stabilizers out blindly when Rodimus snorted. She was almost thankful he couldn’t see her flushed faceplate, but the view he was actually getting wasn’t any better!
“Sorry, sorry- it’s just, how did you manage… this?” She assumed he gestured to her aft, which stuck out right in front of him as she sat wedged between a malfunctioning door. It kept closing and getting stuck, catching a few bots here and there as they tried to pass. Wheeler wanted to get the slagging thing fixed, only to get stuck as she bent down to pick up a tool.
“Are you going to help me or not?” She chided him. This was embarrassing enough as it was, but to have Rodimus of all bots find her? Wheeler wasn’t sure she could handle it, she even jumped when she felt Rodimus’ servos on her hips.
“Alright, calm down. Your favorite bot’s gonna get you out.” She could picture his smug face as he tightened his hold on her hips and gave a tug. When she didn’t budge he tried pulling harder. “Wow, you’re really stuck in there…” He tried to push the door open, but that didn’t work so he returned his servos to her, this time hooking over her hips and grasping her thigh. “Maybe this…” He pulled hard.
“Ow! That hurts!” She complained when he tried to jerk her backwards. She hated how her fans clicked on from being handled like this.
“Sorry.” He muttered as he pressed his hips up against hers to try and brace her. It only succeeded in building a charge she was desperately fighting.
As he kept tugging at her he couldn’t help but let his processor wander along with his digits. It was no wonder why Wheeler got stuck, she had wide hipstruts and a plump aft. One that was now pressed firmly against his codpiece. He really did do this to help, but now he just wanted to feel her up more.
Wheeler wasn’t doing much better, fists clenched as she acts very normal about all this. She wasn't focusing on every movement of his hips against her aft. His digits didn’t leave a trail of fire as they drifted around her hips and thighs. Her array didn’t heat up when she felt his large palm against her frame.
“Uh, Wheeler?” His bewildered voice pulled her out of her spiral as he took a small step back. Before she could question him, she felt a cool breeze where she shouldn’t.
Her panel had clicked open, and her wet valve was out. Right in front of Rodimus!
“I-I uh- slag! That’s not- I mean I didn’t- Frag!” She cursed as she struggled to come up with anything coherent and prayed the floor would just absorb her right then and there.
Not that an excuse would matter to him, his optics glued down to plush looking valve lips. There was a hint of the wetness peaking out between them and her external node glowed bright. Her cute things rubbed against each other as she tried to preserve some dignity. Before he could think twice about it, his digits trialed over the valve, watching her twitch when he brushed over her node. He spread the lips to get a better look at the leaking hole. Primus, his intake watered at the sight.
“Rodimus, cut it out…” She sounded so embarrassed, but he could see the hole trying to clench over nothing. He finally gave in as he sank to his knees and pressed his face forward. She gasped when he dragged his glossa over her array, swirled it around the hole before he pressed it inside.
“Frag- Ah!” She gripped the edge of the door when he started rubbing her node in tight circles. She wasn’t sure when the last time another bot had touched her like this was, but it was frying her circuits. Her hips bucked back into his touch, even as he tried to hold her hips still.
“Wait- you ah! It’s too much - I’m gonna-” Right as she was on that edge of overload, there was a loud snap and the doors shot open.
Gravity gave away and the two squawked as they fell backwards. Rosimus rubbed the sore spot on his helm as he looked up to see Wheeler crouched on his waist groaning. What he was just doing hit him like a train and he immediately felt bad. “Ah- uh look, I’m sorry I got carried away there…”
Wheeler shook her helm as she tried to collect her thoughts, frustrated about the ruined overload. She was about to acknowledge his apology, only to freeze when she spotted the pressurized spike in front of her. It was slim but long, and a pretty red and yellow color.
She felt her calipers clench at the thought of taking it.
She stood up and forced her panel to close, and before Rodimus could continue she snagged a rag from her tool kit and threw it at his codpiece. He at least had the decency to look embarrassed at the proof of his excitement before she took hold of his servo and pulled him up with a fiery look in her optics. “Habsuite. Now.”
Day Twenty-Two - Roleplay, Gleam (oc) x Camouflage (oc)
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Gleam sauntered into the tavern, hair and makeup done to perfection, hips swaying with each step. She was looking to earn some coin and knew exactly how she intended to earn it. Blue eyes scanned to patrons, looking for someone to catch her interest. Her gaze settled on a dark haired beauty sitting alone in a booth, two silver spirals dangling from their hair. Quite expensive looking ones at that. Perfect.
Walking up to the stranger, Gleam slid into the booth next to them. “Fancy a bit of company tonight?” Her words were a soft blue color with a pleasing looking font.
They cast a sly glance to her, sipping their ale before they slid another one to her. “With someone as gorgeous as you? Of course.”
Gleam accepted the glass, taking a slow drink of it. A high quality brew. This person definitely had a few coins to spare. “I just couldn't help being drawn to you. Such a pretty little thing sitting all by yourself? Truly a shame.”
“Just people watching. You can see some interesting characters here.” They cast their gaze across the room with a sense of familiarity. “A good place to get a drink, and sometimes some good company.”
“Truthfully, this place isn't my usual hunting grounds. How lucky I am to find the most interesting looking person here my first try.” Gleam's freckles began to glow a pale blue and a ghostly hand floated across the table to caress the stranger's face.
“Is that right?” They leaned into the touch, eyes flashing red for a moment before they returned to that shade of green. “Then maybe we should find a more private spot, love.” They reached over to touch her real hand, fingers brushed against her knuckles before they opened their palm to show off a pair of gold coins.
“Maybe we should. I know a good inn nearby. There's a lot I'm willing to do, for the right price of course.” She captured their hand in hers, scooting closer to lift it to her lips and pressing a kiss to the back of their hand.
They enjoyed the feeling of her soft lips before they stood and led her outside. Instead of continuing down the street, they pivoted to the alley way. Before she could question the move they pulled her against their chest, capturing her lips on their own. She melted into their kiss, only for it to be taken from her. “Don’t think I can make it to the inn without a taste of what you can offer, love.” They took her hand gently and brought it down to their trousers. She could feel how hard they were.
“I think the one having a taste will be me.” Gleam gave their clothed erection a decent rub before she sunk to her knees. Her fingers went to the ties on their trousers and undid them with ease, pulling them down along with their undergarments. Their cock sprang forth and Gleam's mouth watered at the sight. “You'll let me have a taste, won't you?”
“How could I say no when you ask so nicely?” a sigh ghosted over their lips as she gently stroked their cock, the tip of her finger brushed over the piercings lining the shaft.
She kissed the tip, lipstick painted a trail as she continued down the shaft. She licked a strip back up from the base, a soft sigh released as she felt the piercings against her tongue.
“You look so pretty like this. Such a good little slut for me.” They ran a hand through her hair.
Gleam spared passing thought to her hair being ruined so soon as she began to take their cock down her throat. She worked slowly, taking them inch by inch until her nose pressed against their pelvis. She held there for a moment, letting her throat flex around them.
“Oh, fuck… You take my cock so well.” They pressed their hips forward to meet her lips. “Such a good little whore for me. You love this, don’t you?” They pulled their cock from her lips, letting her gasp and drool as she met their gaze.
“I could love it more if you let me keep going.” A pout formed on her lips, but she didn't lean forward again yet, instead waiting for permission to continue.
She got it quickly when they pressed the head back against her lips, which quickly opened for them. It took all her will to keep her tight throat open for them, not used to taking them so far down.
“You feel so good, love… go ahead and make me cum.” They purred as they gently scratched her scalp with their nails. Their breath was already ragged at the sight.
Grasping their hips, she began to bob her head with renewed effort. Lips sealed around their cock and leaving lipstick smeared at the base her tongue swirled over the head. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes but she kept going. She needed to make them cum.
“Fuck-ah! Yes, just like that!” They pressed their hips forward to meet each bob, moans spilled from their lips as they took in her watery eyes. “Oh yes- take it- ah!” They gave a final thrust as they came down her throat, earning a muffled gag and gasp as it shot right down her throat.
Gleam swallowed around them as best as she could, taking it all before pulling herself off their cock gasping and coughing. She rested her head on their thigh, letting the scene have a break as she caught her breath. “I’m alright.” She was quick to assure them.
“You’re doing so well, Gleam.” They gently took her by the arm and pulled her up to rest her head against their chest. She could hear their still racing heart beat and feel their warmth.
“Are you ok with continuing or would you like to end it here? I can carry you home.”
“I wanna keep going. Just needed to breathe for a second.” She'd been practicing her deepthroating specifically for this and didn't want it to end just because she couldn't take it that well yet. “Besides,” She lifted her head slightly to nuzzle into their neck. “I’ve given you a taste of what I can do and I promised a lot more than that.” Back into character.
“Indeed you have.” They kissed her on the forehead, fingers gently carding through her curly hair. They dipped down just enough to pull up their trousers before they scooped her off her feet, they held her like she weighed nothing. The hold one would use on their bride, all while she played the part of a whore. “I’m still going to carry you there.” They stepped out of the alley way while she purred against their neck, long tail wrapped around their waist.
It didn’t take long to reach the inn, a place that Camo frequents when turning tricks themself. It was cozy, if a bit plain, just a big bed with a wardrobe and nightstand. They sat her down on the bed, caressing her cheek. “What’s your safe word?”
“Can't speak, sweetheart. If I need to stop I'll tap you three times. If you need to stop, can you say Red for me?”
“Red.” They spoke against her lips before they pressed a smoldering kiss into them. They pulled her into their lap as they sat down, hands immediately finding a grip on her ass and thighs before they finally broke away. “Now, give me your best show.”
“Of course. I intend to earn my keep.” Gleam pulled them into another heated kiss, slipping her tongue into their mouth while grinding her hips down onto them. Her hands began to slide up their shirt and bunch up the fabric as she felt around their torso. She slid their shirt further up, briefly breaking the kiss to pull it up over their head before capturing their mouth once again.
They had taken on a more muscular form, broad chest and shoulders that she could grab. Their strong hands still massaged her ass and hips as they melted into the kiss. They allowed her to slip her tongue back in and play with their own. They pushed their hips up against hers, letting her feel them quickly get hard all over again.
Gleam reached behind herself and undid the ties on her corset. Breaking the kiss once again, she pulled herself out of the corset and guided Camo's hands under the skirt of her dress. “Help me take this off? I've got something special waiting underneath.”
“Suprised you aren’t charging an unwrapping fee.” They let their hands drift up her skirt, taking a moment to grip her thighs before pushing it up and over her head. “No undergarments?” They brushed their fingers over her nipple.
She let out a pleased sigh as they began to touch her. “I had a feeling I wouldn't be needing them tonight.” She ground her now bare pussy on their clothed cock. “You felt so big down my throat. I can't wait to see how you'll feel stretching me out.”
The hand not pinching her nipple had found its place between her legs, circling her clit before it dipped down to rub at her soaked pussy. “Then I suggest you give me what I paid for, Love.”
Gleam barely bit back a whimper as they touched her. Of course they'd play dirty while she was trying to stay in character.
Lifting her hips up, she pulled their cock free and lined it up with her pussy. With no warning or preparation, she sank all the way down onto them, letting out a wheezing moan from the stretch. She clenched around them, letting them feel her around their cock before she started slowly rocking her hips.
“Oh, fuck… You feel so good.” They moaned as they ran their hand up and down her body. “So tight and wet, taking my cock like a good girl- Ah!”
“There's a reason I'm able to charge so much for my services.” Her words were a little rougher looking, giving away how affected she was. “Haven't been able to show off on a cock this big in a while” Her pace faltered slightly as pleasure began to take over, but she remained steady on top of them.
“Quite a show off you are, dear…” They licked their lips as they watched her hand slip down to rub her clit as she rocked back and forth. Bliss took over her face and her pussy clinched around their cock.
“But you seem to forget-” She gasped when they flipped her over on her back, taking her legs up and hooked over their shoulders. “Just who’s pleasure to focus on here.”
They didn’t give her time to answer as they started pounding her into the mattress.
Her hands gripped the sheets of the bed for dear life, squeaky little whines being punched from her throat with each thrust. Primus, it was so rough, so much. They needed more. Her lips formed the word ‘please’ as her magic failed her.
“Taking me so well, like a good little whore. You love taking it rough like this? Gonna cum on my cock?” They growled in her ear before they shifted down to press open mouth kisses to her throat. “Go head, cum while I use you like my personal toy.” Gods they were so close…
As if following their command, Gleam's back arched as she came with a harsh wheeze. Her legs tightened around them and she trembled with pleasure. And she had no hope for rest as Camo kept pounding into her, bringing tears to her eyes.
“Yes, just like that-! Ah, such a good little whore- Fuck!” They hammered into her over and over until the knot in their gut finally snapped, filling her delicious pussy.
It took a moment before they finally fell limp against the halfling, their breaths mingled and as they lay in a pile of tangled limbs and sweat.
When Gleam was finally able to peel her eyes open, she was met with a more familiar face. Thin frame with long blonde hair and ruby eyes that stared at her with adoration. “You did so well, Gleam.” Camouflage kissed her forehead. “Played your role perfectly.”
She leaned into their affection happily. “I wanted to make it good for you since you never ask for stuff like this. Are you sure I wasn't doing too much when we were at the tavern? I felt like I was laying it on too thick.”
“You did an excellent job, Gleam.” They shifted them both to their side, their cock still buried inside her as they cuddled. “But I wouldn’t be against more practice in future.”
Day Twenty-One - Manhandling, Camouflage (oc) x Kayla (oc)
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“You know, you’d think those Autobots would be faster than this.” Camouflage sighed boredly, tapping a digit against Kayla’s back as they held him in their servo.
They had managed to capture the human to have some leverage against those bots. What do they get for such a find? Forced to sit here and keep a close watch on the hostage alone.
“Are they usually this slow or just negligent?”
“I don't know. Maybe they don't feel the need to worry since I've clearly gotten myself kidnapped by the most incompetent con. Though what that says about me, I'm trying not to think about.” Kayla probably shouldn't be mouthing off, but frankly, she was bored. 2/10 lamest hostage situation she's ever been in.
“Hm, you’re a cheeky one, aren’t you? Especially for being right in the palm of my servo.” They weren’t as big as the other cons with their war frames, hell they were barely taller than Bulkhead. But they were still a big robot able to hold her up with one servo, while the other servo started to poke and prod at her body.
“I never understood the soft spot for humans. So squishy and delicate. At least you’re one of the cute ones.”
She resisted the urge to smack their digits away knowing it wouldn't do any good. “Yeah right. You've already got me. No need to lie.” She wasn't cute by human standards, so there was no way she met cybertronian standards.
“Exactly. I have no reason to trick you at the moment.” It was hard to tell with their matter of fact tone. The tip of their digit brushed over the hem of her dress- of course the day she got kidnapped was when she was wearing a loose pink dress. They poked at her thigh, slowly exposing more as they pushed the dress up.
“I truly am curious about you.”
Okay she knows they've been on earth long enough to know what clothes are and why humans wear them. And yet, Kayla found herself not stopping them from lifting her dress. “There's such a thing as asking questions, you know.”
“I’m more of a ‘hands on learner’, as you humans say.” They pushed the dress up till it was over her hips, tracing over her panties. “How strange it must feel to be so exposed all the time. Only this flimsy fabric to protect your array.”
Kayla felt her face heating up. “Most of us don't need armor on our crotches.” She pressed her thighs together in a feeble attempt to preserve her modesty. A bit late for that now. “How delicate is yours that you need so much protection?”
“With the handsy bots I’ve seen, sometimes extra protection is warranted.” They chuckled at the irony of their statement as they pushed the dress even further up. The hem now sat over her chest. “Nice refineries. I assume that you are not storing fuel for younglings, so this is their natural size, yes?”
“Considering I don't even have kids yet, yes.” This was fine. This was normal. Her face was bright red and she was letting a giant alien robot strip her and feel her up. Thank God she had dark underwear on that could hide the wet spot she was sure was forming on them.
“Hm.” They hummed thoughtfully as they dragged the tip on their digit over her bra. It caught the center of it and pushed it up until her breasts popped out the bottom. “Your nozzles are pink. It’s a nice color on you.” They gently grazed their touch over it, earning a shiver when Kayla felt the cold metal against her hardening buds. Christ, why did their weird mechanical terms sound so hot?
Getting a little hold, Kayla straightened herself up as much as she could and began to pull her dress all the way off. This bot was clearly going to strip her anyway so she may as well get it over with. Dress gone and discarded, she removed her bra next. The awkward angle it was at on her chest was more uncomfortable than anything anyway.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Their red optics traced over each movement.
“Saves me from them being torn. You metal giants aren't exactly careful with small human objects.” Still, her face had gone a few shades darker.
“A shame. I was looking forward to unwrapping you myself.” They trailed a digit from down her soft stomach until it reached her pussy, still clad in her panties and quickly getting soaked as they pressed on her clit.
“At least you’ve left me this to enjoy.”
She couldn't fight the gasp that left her as they touched her covered clit, completely giving herself away now. They could tear her clothes off next time when she had something less nice on- No. There was not going to be a next time.
She whined when they pulled the digit away, watching as it sharpened into a sharp claw. They carefully hooked it around the hem of her panties and sliced right through the fabric. When it was reduced to shreds they changed their digit back and ripped the remains off. Their optics took in her wet pussy.
“So it’s true that humans only have one. It’s a cute valve.” They pressed the digit over her cunt, it was far too big to press in but it still felt good rubbing against her hole.
Unable to help herself, Kayla began to move her hips against their digit. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched her, and her vibrator wasn't cutting it anymore. The warm metal against her cunt was different, but so so good.
“So sensitive too. Wonder if I could make you overload from just this? I wouldn’t even have to move, you do it all on your own like a good girl.” They purred as they watched her grind down on their digit. They brought another digit up to gently massage her breast.
Oh she was so fucked. Being called “good girl” went right to her throbbing cunt. “I-Ill be good.”
Kill her now. But damn it if their words and touch didn't make her grind down harder.
“Yes you will. So pretty grinding down on my digit.” They let their glossa snack out of their intake, long and slick with their oral lubricant. They lapped a long strip from her pussy up to her chest, giving special attention to her sensitive nipples. Her whole front was now wet, but she couldn’t bring herself to give a fuck. “Ride it until you overload right on my servo, sweetspark.”
“Y-yes, I- ah!” A particularly hard thrust of her hips had her openly moaning. Any semblance of caring was gone as she shamelessly rode their digit. Suddenly her back arched and she gave a loud shout. Struck with an intense orgasm, she kept grinding through it as her juices dripped down their giant hand.
Camo gently rocked their digit to meet her movements as she rode out her orgasm. Their glossa still lavished her breasts before it finally retreated back into their intake.
They took a moment to take her in, face flushed and body covered in sweat and their spit. She practically glowed as she struggled to focus her eyes back onto them.
They open their intake to tease her some more, only to pause and listen in on an incoming comme. “Standing by.” They tapped at their comme link before they returned their attention to her. “Seems your friends are here, but are kicking up quite the fight.”
Kayla squeaked when gravity suddenly shifted around her, looking up to find they had shrunk down to only a foot or so taller than her. Where she once sat in the palm of their servo, she now slotted perfecting on their lap, her legs hooked around their hips on instinct.
There was a mechanical click as the panel on their crotch opened. A long robot dick popped out, flopping against her stomach. She knew just from the sight that it could reach so deeply inside her.
“We have time for one more round.”
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Kayla flopped onto her bed, freshly showered and completely exhausted. The con had given her a second round, and what a second round it was. She was amazed she could still walk. And at the same time she was absolutely ashamed and embarrassed. How could she let that happen! A con kidnaps her, and she just lets them strip her, feel her up, and have sex with her!
And the worst part was, since her underwear had been torn she had to pretend to act normal while trying not to flash the autobots when they rescued her. She would have dissolved into the ground if they found out.
From her night stand, Kayla's phone pinged, bringing her out of her thoughts. Grabbing it, she unlocked it to see a message from an unknown number.
‘I had such a fun time with you, Human. Let me know if you want another round ;)’
It was so clearly the con from before. How did they even get her number?! And more importantly, why was she considering their offer? She stared at the message for a few long moments. She should ignore it. Delete and block the number. It's what any sensible person would do.
Day Twenty - Aliens made them do it, TFA Sentinel Prime, featuring Gleam (oc) and Jazz
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“Slag!!!” Sentinel cursed as the ground gave up beneath his pede. Out of instinct, he grabbed Gleam’s arm for support, but only succeeded in dragging the minibot down with him. They both landed in a slimy pit, the walls felt weirdly gummy and warm.
“Ugh, Primus- I hate organic planets! Why the slag did I let you drag me here?!”
“Because you insisted I was, quote, ‘too small and stupid to do it on my own’!” Gleam yanked herself away from him, trying to get her bearings in the slimy pit.
“Yeah- well, you’re the one that was so insistent on getting these stupid samples! So it’s your fault we’re in this- ew, slimy pit! So you can get us out!” His frame shivered when some goo dripped onto his thigh. He was gonna need three disinfectant showers after this.
“And I still could have gotten them on my own! Your heavy aft broke the ground, not mine! Primus I don't know why I made a contract with you.” Ignoring Sentinel's whining, Gleam looked around the pit for anything useful, spotting a few smaller tunnels, she slid herself over to one. “I think I can fit in here. I might be able to find a way out.”
“Wha- hey, wait those are way too small for me.” His intake hung agape as he watched her pull herself through the small tunnel. “If you think you’re just gonna abandon your superior officer in an organic slime cave, you got another thing coming-!”
“Just stay put!” She called back to him "I'll find a way out and get Jazz to help you.”
She scrambled through the tunnel before he could protest more.
He groaned, questioning every decision that led him to this point. He should be out there doing important things, not stuck in a pit! He was the leader of the elite guard for Primus sake!
He tried to push himself up, but he couldn’t get traction or leverage. The walls were weirdly firm but squishy and wet. Any time he pressed down too hard, it felt like it was shifting with the force. Even if the opening Gleam went through was bigger, he was too heavy to push himself out. So he was well and truly stuck. Could this day possibly get any worse-?
He nearly jumped out of his armor when he felt something touch his stabilizer, quickly constricting around his thigh. He looked down, horrified at the tentacle that had wrapped around him. He immediately tried to rip it off, but as soon as his servos touched it, two more tentacles grabbed his wrists and forced them above his helm.
“W-What is this?! Get off, you lousy- Mmph!!!” More tentacles appeared, one shoved itself down his intake while another grabbed his other stabilizer and kept them both spread apart. He tried to bite down on the tentacle, but no matter how hard he did it wouldn’t break. No matter how hard he struggled, it only sunk him further into the mass, which he now recognized for the organic abomination it was.
He gagged when he felt something thick and gooey ooze down his throat. The tentacle was feeding something directly into his system. Something that wasn’t logged in his medical protocols, according to his HUD warnings. His self repair would be useless against whatever it was now making his processor feel like it was under water. He felt like his thoughts were slowed down, but his sensory input was heightened. He shook as he felt the tentacles caress and constrict around his frame. They dipped into his seams and through the gaps in his armor, wriggling and rubbing at the sensitive protoform. His back arched as he made a vain attempt to get away. They pushed against his array panel, secreting more slime as it tried to pry it open.
It didn’t take much effort as his panel popped open on its own. He could feel his valve drip and his spike throb, the tentacles quickly descended on it.
He whined around the tentacle, helpless as the thing wrapped around his spike while the tip pressed into his valve. It was so slick that it went in easily, the thin tip quickly gave way for a thicker base. It easily stretched his walls, his callipers weakly clenched around the intrusion.
He couldn’t help it as his charge built, he arched into the tentacles instead of away from it. He started sucking on the tentacle in his intake. He couldn’t think about anything other than the tentacles and how they fragged him so thoroughly. It nailed his ceiling nod and sped up on his spike. He couldn’t bring himself to even fight in this losing battle, loud moans muffled as he finally overloaded.
The tentacle inside his valve pressed in even further until it pressed right into his tank. He could feel it start to pump something thick into his quickly stuffed tank.
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“The hole we fell down should be right over here. Primus, I hope nothing happened or else I'll never hear the end of it from him.” A part of her feels bad that it took hours to get to the ship and back. Despite how
“Come on, Tiny. I'm sure SP won't be too mad at you.” Jazz tried to be positive, but Gleam's skeptical look showed exactly how much she believed that. There was already going to be hell to pay for leaving him behind so anything else happening was gonna make it infinitely worse.
“None of this would have even happened if he had just let me go by myself to get the samples.”
“You know how he is, Tiny.”
“How he is, is annoying. Thank the 13 primes my contract with him is almost up. I swear, Wheeljack is hearing every snide remark Sentinel ever said to me. See if he even speaks to me again after-” Gleam was cut off as she approached the hole she originally fell into and a low groaning noise filled the air. Peering down into it, she jerked back almost instantly at what she saw.
“Gleam? Something wrong?” Jazz peered over the edge of the hole a klik too late for her to stop him. At the bottom was Sentinel, but now he was barely conscious and covered in the strange slime that lined the pit. There were tentacles wound loosely around his limbs. Oh, and his modesty panels were open and his valve was oozing what looked like weird alien transfluid. Disgusting.
“Slag, that is nasty…” He carefully leaned forward and took hold of Sentinel. The weird tentacles unwrapped themselves from the Prime, allowing him to easily pull him out of the hold. “Is he ok?” He held Sentinel against his chassis, displaying him for Gleam to check over.
He was overheated and exhausted, but not visibly hurt. Her optics trailed down to his leaking valve, a thick white substance oozed out the stretched hole. She reached into her subspace and withdrew two test tubes.
“What are you doing?” Jazz raised a brow ridge as she got closer.
“Getting the samples” They came this far, may as well get something out of it. She held the tube under his leaking valve, digits gently spread the lips to help the flow.
Jazz couldn’t tear his gaze away. He knew that SP would have his helm on a pike for letting this happen, but it was their mission. It’s not like he was gonna keep the mental image of Gleam switching out the tubes as she continued to collect the goo locked in his memory bank for later use. He’ll just have to hope Sentinel doesn’t read about this part in the report.
Takes place in the Knightformers au by @archie-sunshine
Day Nineteen - Blood and Wounds, Shockwave x Gleam (oc)
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Fucking Primus above- ow. This was the last time Gleam was messing around with metal working magic. This was what she gets for trying new hobbies. Metal flying at her and slicing a sizeable gash on her shoulder. Not to mention blood soaking her shirt. Better get cleaned and healed before Shockwave noticed. Thankfully he wasn't in the room at the moment.
After shedding her shirt, careful not to further agitated the wound, Gleam grabbed some clean cloth and pressed it to the cut. It'd be easier to heal if she could see what she was doing so she had to clean it up some. Focused on cleaning the cut, she didn't notice her lover returning until she felt his hands on her hips.
“Did you think I wouldn't be able to smell you?” His voice rumbled in her ear, sending a small shiver down her spine. “While I don't appreciate harm coming to what is mine, you're being rather bold with your attempts to get my attention.”
“Oh, you wish I'd try that hard. There was a mishap with the spell I was trying out and I got cut. I was trying to clean it before I healed it.”
“And waste perfectly good blood? You could have simply waited for me.” One of his hands met hers and began to pull the cloth away from her shoulder. Yes, this was exactly why she didn't want him to catch her like this. Seems she wont be walking for the rest of the day.
“You're absolutely insufferable. Remind me why I keep you around again?”
“You made the unfortunately decision to love me. The consequences of that are entirely your own.” Shockwave leaned his head down, long tongue snaking out from behind his face covering to lick up the blood from her shoulder. Gleam sighed in mock annoyance and tilted her head to the side to bare her neck to him more. The pleased rumble in his chest was her reward as he lapped at her. It stung a bit, but no more than what she was used to from him.
Then suddenly, Gleam squeaked as she found herself hoisted into the air. “Shockwave! I can walk there myself you know!”
“Your legs are shorter than mine. This saves time.” His tone was absolute and her squirming was ignored as Gleam was hauled off to the bedroom. Shockwave tossed her unceremoniously onto the bed before crawling on top of her. Not bothering to remove her skirt, he simply lifted it out of the way and tore apart her undergarments.
“Hey!”
The only response she got was a growl. Shockwave pulled his cock free from his trousers before pressing his face into Gleam’s shoulder, tongue lapping at the wound once again. Two fingers pressed against her already dripping pussy, spreading the soft lips and pushing into the entrance. She let out a wheezing whine, lifting her hips up into his touch. Shockwave was sucking on the wound now, the sting of it mixing with pleasure and making her head spin.
“Shockwave…” Gleam clung to him weakly, whimpering as his fingers carefully stretched her open. He didn't prep her too much, of course. He knew by now she liked feeling his cock stretch her.
“My beautiful love,” His mouth came off of her. “You taste devine. If I could exist off of your taste alone I would so happily.” He'd drink her blood every day if it weren't detrimental to her health. Instead he simply pressed his face into her neck, listening to the barely audible noises she made as he pushed his cock into her. He went slowly, letting her feel every inch.
“It’s as if Primus himself crafted you specifically for me. You take me so well, stretching around me like you were meant to take my cock.” His words got extra flowery when he got to drink from her and Gleam felt herself melting from it. “I truly deserve no such gift and yet Im eternally grateful to have it.”
Slowly he began to thrust, holding her as close as possible. His mouth trailed along her neck, kissing and nipping but not quite breaking the skin. He'd had enough blood for the moment. He just needed her.
By some miracle, he kept his slow methodical pace. Gleam felt every thrust with her rising orgasm. ‘I love you.’ She mouthed, knowing there's no way he'd see.
Slow, careful thrusts eventually gave way to Shockwave's orgasm, growling deep in his throat as he spilled inside of her. His hand slid between the two of them and rubbed Gleam's clit in slow circles, bringing her to her own orgasm. She'd expected a rough fucking, but was perfectly content with this. Shockwaves cock stayed buried inside her as the two of them came down from their highs.
“I truly don't deserve this gift you've given to me.” Shockwave's voice rumbled in her ear once again. “Ill allow you a moment to rest before I take another taste.” His hand squeezed her thigh, a blank canvas that needed a splash of red.
