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Cw: NSFW, first time stuff, not much dialogue, rushed asf
will probably edit in the future
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Just imagine Predakings surprise when suddenly, after such a calm, quiet, peaceful night with his mate...
He starts to heat up, but this felt much different, unlike anything he had ever felt before.
A slow yet demanding pressure forming under his modesty panel, quickly growing more harsh and painful. And you were none the wiser.
Every small movement from you only made it worse.
Predakings spark seemed to skip beats, what in the allspark was this?? He was confused and embarrassed.
Predaking was thankful that you didn't notice the quickly rising temperature of his frame, or his shaky intakes, or the shining optics practically boring holes into you from behind. It felt as if his helm were spinning, desire quickly taking over his processer.
He couldn't help the deep rumbles coming from his chassis.
Your optics only snapped open when you felt his claws wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, his frame practically curling over you. You were definitely feeling the heat now.
His desperate attempts to keep his panel closed were useless, it was too much, too heavy, he couldn't control it.
His optics were as wide as saucers, his maw clenched tightly, and his overbearing frame lightly quivering.
"Predaking? What's wrong?" You questioned.
The forceful popping of his panel answered the question for him, he let out a soft groan.
A heavy mass pressed against your back, needless to say you were...intrigued.
"Oh..my."
You would lightly laugh, as Predaking subtly rubbed against you, trying to get any sort of release from the merciless pressure on his spike, it ached.
He rests his helm on top of yours, "What..what is happening to me? What is this...?" He growled, "I can't think straight."
You'd sigh, he was obviously inexperienced, not that you had any problem with guiding him.
"Just relax, my king. I'll take care of you."
You teasingly push yourself against his heat, making him let out a strangled growl, his claws now feeling like a vice grip on your hips, no doubt leaving scratches.
It was going to be an eventful night, and you couldn't wait to teach him something new.
Imagine painting the cavern walls where you and predaking live, i mean like making beautiful memorials, maybe painting the animals you both see, or recreating the beautiful, starry skies you both admire every night, each one so special and unique. Making homemade paints out of plants and oils, having paint-fights that leave both of you a dripping, rainbow mess, (predaking always wins). Finding a stream or river for both of you to wash off in, some paintings may take days, weeks, or even months; but once finished you both cuddle together and admire it. He loves creating things with you, (BABIES???) its a beautiful representation of the both of you being toghether and in harmony, its also a good release for him, its calming, soothing, and in his words, “elegant enough for a king”. Predakings claws are always a muddled multicolored mess afterwards, its a mild inconvenience for him, but it reminds him of you; so he considers it a win.
Warnings: Smut ( oral and rough interfacing ), breeding kink, knotting and size difference. NSFW 18+.
Notes: Yes, I did jump the line a little, just because I'm so hungery for Predaking at the moment. There's not enough love for this beautiful beast and happy to bring this out to you all.
☕ Coffee
All you wanted was time away from the base, but also to try to bring yourself some release of built up tenon. You've been trying in your own private quarters of course but eventually that grew old and needed a change. Sure, you could simply ask one of your team members for a favour, but you didn't want to make things weird, and never were you going to confront a decepticon about your problem, so you're left with yourself.
This changes though when you're now suddenly being chased by that large beast that the decepticons recently recruited. You find yourself in the forest, running into different hiding places and darting as quick as possible to avoid being seen. You attempt to call for backup, only to discover your coms were jammed. You were alone with the beast. Just what you needed.
The moment you activate your blaster you feel the ground shake under you, indicating the beast has landed, before you hear its intense roar that echoes throughout the forest and invading your very spark. You had to fight this thing alone, so you got ready in your position. You hear the sound of transformation, before heavy steps start to shake the ground under you.
"Fast little rabbit you are, autobot." The voice is heavy, purring deeply through its chassis. The beast can talk?!
You had no idea, none of the autobots did. You thought it was just a mindless killing beast. But this doesn't change how you are feeling as the steps grew heavier, closer towards your hiding spot behind a tree.
"I can smell your arousal." Hearing this makes your spark sink with dread. "You might not be in heat like my kind, but I know you're seeking release, and growing more desperate. Your smell...it's intoxicating."
The tree beside you is suddenly knocked down causing you to dash out from your position to get away. Despite your speed, he sees you, and has his optics locked on target.
In your escape attempt you're suddenly grabbed around your middle by his large servos and slammed onto the ground on your back. Your processor flashes with warnings from the harsh contact, but it passes quickly, and you're left laying there on the forest floor venting heavily, staring up at the enormous beast hovering over you, like a predator over its prey.
Your fear makes you freeze, unable to move and stare up at him with a growing terror in your optics, convinced you're about to be destroyed by him and no help was going to get you out of this.
"Cease your fear. I have no reason to destroy you." His golden optics pin you down as purrs erupt from his chassis, large servos still holding you as he leans closer. You can feel the radiating heat from you, and the fear that was boiling is suddenly replaced with a growing arousal.
The heat and contact leaves your body craving for more, despite knowing how wrong it was, you can't help how your body is reacting.
"W-what do you want?" You meekly ask, deep down already knowing the answer already, you just didn't want to believe it.
"You." His answer pools out like lava against you, but in the most pleasurable way possible.
His clawed servos roughly, but gently, scrape down against your waist to your legs, which are abruptly pulled apart, and his heated mouth latches on between your legs, broad glossa dragging across your closed panel.
Your servos grab hold onto the barbed horns against his helm as your hips arch up, a surprised mewl erupting from you as your body reacts positively within seconds under the beast's lustful behaviour.
You know this is wrong, that you should fight it, but you're unable to deny just how good it feels. This is what you've been after, and thinking about it he wasn't a decepticon, but a Predacon. There's a difference, right?
These thoughts vanish as you feel his talons try to pry open your panel, causing you to hiss out in pain and struggle under his grip before finding your voice.
"S-stop, stop, wait, just...let me." He listens, but he's growing impatient, and you retract your panel on your own will. He's back at it then, only this time right against your exposed valve.
His warm glossa drags across and up over your sensitive node, earning him mewl whimpers of pleasure from you, right before he pushes his wide glossa between your valve lips and into your channel.
"Primus!" You can't help but yell out, hips arching up more as he buries his glossa deep in you, rolling back and forth while letting out deep rumbles and purrs from his chassis, your juices already flooding out and dripping.
You love it, the growing pleasure and finally able to find some proper release that you've been so desperate for. Your legs move up to hook across his broad shoulders and his grip seems to loosen just a little once he knows you won't fight him.
With the skillful movements of his glossa you roll your hips in sync with him, moaning lowly with your helm tossed back against the forest ground with your servos still holding onto his bared horns, keeping him close as you glide through your building arousal.
His glossa is so thick as it slides back and forth in your channel, curling against your walls while the vibrations from him stimulate against your sensitive node. So good, it feels good.
You whimper in protest when he suddenly pulls away and you lose your grip on him, glossa gone as well. Why did he stop? You don't want him to stop, you were enjoying it!
Looking down over you, you're confronted by his enormous throbbing spike. His length has a tarped tip, covered in bumps and ridges, tiny barbs cascading down to his thick base, which makes you swallow thickly.
Oh, of course, but he surely doesn't think you'll be able to take that? You get your answer as he shifts closer over you. Yes, he does.
"W-wait I don't think...it won't fit!" Fear suddenly bubbles again. He'll split you in half!
"Your soaking valve will take all of me, and my knot, so then I can breed you just as my instincts scream for it."
Knot? Breed?
Of course, he's a beast following instincts. All he cares about is breeding you. You know you got yourself in this mess, and now you're about to be plugged up by him.
You react probably not in the smartest way and flip over onto your front to try to crawl away as quickly as you can. He's on top of you, heavy weight pinning you down causing you to grunt from the impact. You struggle only for a moment before hearing his warning growl against your audio, before he grows into the purrs again, satisfied you're not struggling anymore.
A stunned gasp leaves you when you feel the tip probing at your valve, his broad waist moving against you, humping you like an animal. You can't deny your own arousal, it all felt incredibly good, and all you wanted was to have a good frag.
His talons hold you in place by your waist as his other wraps around your middle, face pressed against your shoulder as his humps grow more intense, running his thick spike between your folds and flickering across your node.
Your optics close as you embrace your situation, forgetting just what was about to happen, before it finally does. His tip catched your valve and he pushes in, inch by inch, his thickness stretches you so much as you yelp a little, never feeling so stuffed.
Doing your best to relax yourself, holding onto his servo wrapped around your middle as the other keeps your weight up off the forest floor, letting out soft whimpers and moans feeling more of his spike slowly fill you.
Predaking was going easy on you. You should be thanking him. He could've easily gave into his instincts and rut you without care, but he knows you're much smaller and wants you to enjoy this as well.
As he continues to move in you feel every bumpy ridge passing your valve, every throb feels like electric pulses against your inner walls that shakes through your frame. You take him better than you thought before, so much of his thickness, which starts to create a bump under his servo wrapped across your middle.
When his thick knot meets the outside of your valve you vent out deeply. He's managed to get his spike in your with ease, keeping still for a moment, only to start moving again.
He moves back, not before moving back in again, and he takes his chance to start thrusting into you with firm and steady pace, heated vents hitting your audio as his growls of pleasure rock against you, keeping a firm hold over your body as he pulls you back against his movements.
Your mouth hangs over in a silent scream, sharp gasps only heard from you as you feel him thrust into you with his vast thickness buried deep in you. He rocks into you over again, tugging you back bluntly to meet his thrusts and pushing you more into the earth.
His movements pick up more, shaking your frame and forcing grunts from you with thrust delivered. His spike thickens, making gasp in surprise, feeling yourself stretching even further as your channel accepts him very eagerly, yor juices soaking his length and dripping out from your valve.
Moving your servo over his own wrapped across your middle you feel his spike pressing down against your middle over again with each thrust. This shouldn't be real, yet it's happening, and you find yourself loving every second of it, to be full of his beast spike and used to his desire for breeding.
He's so much bigger than you, makes you ponder just how you are able to take his spike so well. This changes though when you realise just what he's trying to do next.
His base smacks your valve over again and even pushes himself against you more, thrusts growing harder and shorter, rutting harder. Your optics widen feeling just how intense he was growing and him trying to force his knot into you. You panic.
"It won't fit." You barely whimper out, but he doesn't stop, and you try to shove him off. "P-Predaking it won't fit!"
"You'll accept my knot, beasty rabbit." He nicknames you through heated vents, showing no signs of slowing down or even getting off. He'll have you, he'll knot you, and make sure you're swelled with his seed.
Only cries of pleasure echo from you, having no choice but to accept and let him have his way, even though you were still enjoying it, you can't help but worry what's to happen next.
Burying his face against the back of your neck where he then takes hold of you with his dentas, piercing your soft metal and earning a surprised yelp from you.
A deep rumble leaves his chassis, a harsh snarl muffled against your neck as he powerfully ruts against your aft, tugging you back over again firmly, right before pushing his knot fully into you and sealing you both together.
Another yelp leaves you as you feel his tip push into your chamber and his throbbing knot invade your valve, plugging you both together, and an overload erupts violently from your causing you to cry out again in bliss, right before he lets go on your neck and lets out a mighty roar that fills the night forest.
Your middle is expanded out, full of his spike and seed that fills you deeply, his knot preventing anything from escaping and keeping you both tied, so there's no getting away for you anytime soon.
You're tired, a little sore and left very satisfied. Despite the situation, you can't deny that it felt ridiculously good, and being so full only adds to the pleasure lingering through you.
His warm seed soaks all through your chambers and channel, and you feel every twitch from his spike as he keeps ejecting thick ropes into you while giving small jerks against your aft.
You feel his talons sneak around and moves, making you whimper a little before you find yourself on your side with him buried behind you laying on the forest floor together. His glossa drags across where he bit you at the back of your neck and continues to purr as if he's taking care of you while you both remain tied together.
"Good little autobot." His voice lingers in delight, a hint of smugness coating over. "I knew you would take all of me so very well."
You can only give a tired whimper in response, wiggling a little in your position as he holds you close against his chassis. You're so tired.
"Rest, beasty rabbit. We'll be tied for a while." The sounds of his soothing purrs are the last thing you hear before recharge took over.
"Ngg..hhh."
Predakings feverish pace falters as his leash was yanked forward, pressing his helm against yours.
"This is humiliating." He grumbles.
"I-i said to slow down.." You shakily stated, "you have to listen to me, hon."
He heavily sighs, his thrusts receding to being slow but deep, as to comply to your demands.
"Understood…"
You softly moan. “Good boy. Yes..yes, doing such a great job…"
Your grip on the leash loosens, allowing Predaking more room to move.
His pace stays the same, it was agonizingly slow, at least for Predaking. His legs shook with need, he wanted nothing more than to plow you until you were a whining mess, but he felt compelled to listen to your soft yet stern demands. Though, everyone has their limits.
After what feels like an eternity, he lets out a low growl that reverberates through his chassis, not being able to contain himself, he hastily sped up his thrusts; making your optics widen in surprise.
“Please..I-I must-”
He lets out a husky, frustrated grunt as you harshly pull his leash again, his claws digging into the floor. “You’re…you’re torturing me. You’re driving me insane…” He groaned.
You softly smile at his desperate whines, “I didnt say you could go faster… be patient, my king; and you will be rewarded.” You could hear his irritated growls, slowly growing louder, and his optics narrowing more at your every word.
You notice the downright predatory look in his optics, and your demeanor slightly falters.
“Predaking…hold out for a few more minutes, and ill let you have what you want, okay?” You persuaded, using your free hand to rub his chassis. “Please? For me?” You added.
He grunts at your words, “You dont understand, I..I cannot. I need you, why must you deny me-!” You once again pulled his leash, making him strain against it. You swore his optics became a bit glossy, “Lower your tone.” You hissed, he snarled at your words; his intakes becoming deeper.
You both sit in silence for a moment, staring eachother down.
“…you may resume, but try anything, and you will not be releasing at all, tonight.” You smugly smiled at him, which only riled him up even more.
“As you wish..my mate.” He gruffly sighed before thrusting inside your tight, warm, irresistible valve, immediately making his helm shoot back and his optics clench shut. How could you expect him to contain himself with a succulent valve such as this?
His thrusts were hard but slow, obviously some pent up sexual aggression behind them, making you bounce with each thrust. You looked up at him, the look in your optics almost spoke for you…devious.
You softly laugh before speaking, “You may speed up…in fact, you may be as quick as you li-ahh!” You suddenly gripped his leash as if it were a lifeline, he wasted no time ramming into you with no mercy whatsoever.
“Slag, slag…Predaking!” Your lingering hold on his leash pulled him forward with each thrust, and your valve was practically suctioning him in, but his breakneck pace never slowed.
You could barely form words, only moans and screams of ecstasy; Predaking was panting wildly, he was positioned right above you, his sharp talons on either side of your helm. His claws scraped the floor, as he continued to pound you relentlessly, he was almost at his peak; his spike twitching inside you.
“Hah, haah… Predaking, st-stop..!” You looked up at him desperately, though he showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
“Predaking, I-I..ahh..said stop! Do not make me ask again!” You pulled his leash to get his attention, but to no avail he just kept going, you could feel small spurts of fluid seeping deep into your valve. He was so, so close, his spark pumping so fast he could barely hear you.
Your brows furrowed at his defiance, instead of pulling his leash, you reached up for his collar, yanking him down roughly, until his helm was near inches from yours.
“Stop! Or there w-will be consequences-!” Your desperate attempts to be assertive were null and void, uncontrollably panting; your optics stared straight into his. With a soft whine his pace slowed, but he was still noticeably chasing his climax.
“Are your audials broken..?!” You growled, using one of your servos to tightly grip the back of his neck, you held a firm grip, despite him being absolutely searing to the touch.
His breath hitched, “No…my queen/king…my deepest apologies…I..ngh..” He let out a throaty sob, pulling his spike out of you reluctantly, and his entire body shaking with a lustful need.
His optics were wide, staring down at you, it took absolutely everything in him to not pin you down and pound you like no tomorrow. Seeing you like this had always just, ignited something in him.
“See? Was that so hard?” You’d tease, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek before releasing his collar. His spike ached horribly, it felt almost swollen, he needed to release so bad.
He began ferociously bucking his hips into the air between the two of you, he was uncontrollably twitching, and he could not hold back the small whines and groans from the back of his throat.
“Ill do anything, just please let me overload, please.” He scrambled over his words frantically, barely audible begs and pleads escaping him. You stare at him with hooded optics, “My strong, brave king can take a bit more cant he? I swear on my spark, you’ll get your reward soon, just keep being good for me, yes?”
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He got his overload like 5 hours later lmao, yk damn well hes gonna be pissed when he wakes up…
yippee so glad I finished this and uhhh hope y'all enjoy
also I pretty much just skipped the foreplay and got to the spicy stuff
hope y'all don't mind
probably spelling errors
His chassis rumbles as he begins to push inside you. It was such a impossibly tight fit, your thighs ached from the overwhelming girth; and your lip trembled. You were just being stretched so thin, you could've sworn you were going to break.
Predaking takes notice of your discomfort, his servo gently drags up the side of your helm, whispering soft affirmations in your audial, his sooth, laced words sending shivers down your spine.
"Relax...my spark, you can do it, oh how you take me so well..."
You nod, whimpering, his words slowly soothe the pain out of you. He snarls as he pushes further, breaching your depth. His pupils seem to dilate at the unbearable tightness, it felt as if your valve were mercilessly dragging him in.
Pressing his forehead against yours, a deep rumble can be felt through his chest. "Pr..ahh- Primus, you have no idea how long I have wanted this...wanted you." His words were followed by a deep, gutteral moan, and his claws clamping around your thighs.
"Your valve, so fertile, so perfect." He pauses as he takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm his loud, primal thoughts.
“I love you.” He whispers. You smile warmly, pressing a soft kiss against his faceplate. “I-I love you too, my king.”
He lets out a heavy sigh, waiting patiently for your valve to get used to the intrusion.
"Do you feel comfortable, my dearest?" He questions. Your optics bolt to his, before quickly responding, "Y-yes! I'm ready, I..think."
He deeply chuckles, "Eager. I see." He reaches a servo to your faceplate, softly holding your helm up, "I will be gentle, at first..."
He begins to carefully move his hips, dragging out soft moans from the both of you.
"Pre..Predaking..." You could feel every inch of his spike as he thrusts in and out of you, your lubricant making the his heavy thrusts so much smoother.
Your moans begin to reach a higher pitch, Predaking’s movements becoming much more erratic so suddenly it almost gives you whiplash, your pleasured moans becoming much louder.
Your servos tightly curled into the soft nest. He tightly grips your hips, holding you in place; Predaking was prepared to burst, your valve was just so perfect for squeezing the sparklings out of him.
“Almost..almost there..my dearest.” He huskily groans. His brutish thrusts make you see stars, you can barely feel your pedes, a near painful coil in your tanks makes you whine.
You’re so close, and you're sure Predaking is too, his sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts making a mess of your valve, and vigorously bouncing your frame.
Predaking let's out a loud, rumbling groan.
You freeze as you feel Predakings spike getting..bigger?
"Predaking, wha..what is that? I-it...it hurts." You would let out a soft moan as it just got bigger and bigger, eventually obstructing all of his movement, and trapping him inside you.
Oral lubricant slowly spills from his mouth, he bares his teeth and his optics were on the verge of rolling back into his helm. His deep growls and groans echo throughout the cave, overlapping with yours.
With one last thrust he pushes as deep as possible, testing your valves limits and absolutely filling you to the brim; you're sure he at the very least bruised your ceiling node. You can feel every single curve and plate of his spike, you can feel it twitch and throb as his thick, warm transfluid begins to spill inside you.
He practically collapses on top of you, wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his helm beside yours, his deep labored intakes make it sound as if he is hyperventilating. "It is done...relax my mate, don't move too much; as you will cause us both distress."
Your breath hitches as he continues to fill you with no end in sight, it hurts. You try your best to listen to him, but it felt simply impossible with his spike penetrating you so deeply, and pumping you so full. His hot, heavy knot restricts any of his fluids from leaving you.
Optical lubricant drips down your faceplate as you continue to weakly cry out and squirm, your servos roughly scratching Predakings back strut, in which he would softly hiss; leaving a sudden yet careful bite on your neck.
After what seems like ages, it finally stops. Your intakes are short and fast, as if you just ran a mile. You lean your head back, staring straight up at the cavern roof, and trying to ignore the stuffed, aching feeling in your stomach and valve; as well as the hot breathing on your neck.
Predaking runs a digit over your stomach, feeling his knot and transfluids inside you. You notice how his optics seem to light up at your swelled mid-region.
"How beautiful."
"They're going to be so gorgeous, just like their carrier..."
Despite the dull panging throughout your body, you can't help but smile at the thought.
"I cant help but wish for more..." Predaking sighed. Your eyes pop open at his words.
He softly laughs, "Perhaps we will have twins, and if not..."
Yall another part to this is locked n loaded so just let me know if i should continue it lmao
Predaking had been acting very odd as of late. It wasnt exactly unpleasant, just strange. He was much more possessive, way more touchy with you, especially your stomach, and he was in the nest more often than not. His loud snoring echoed throughout your shared cave, it was charming in a way, when you weren’t the one sleeping beside him every night.
You carefully stepped into the soft nest he had created just for the two of you. After abandoning the Nemesis, Predaking wasted no time finding a home for the two of you to take refuge in.
Once you were fully in the nest you would lie down beside him, spooning him, or atleast attempting to; the size difference being humorous.
Carefully, you wrapped your servos and pedes around his large, surprisingly tense frame. His intakes hitching almost instantly at this, almost flinching. You were surprised at this, as he was usually a very deep sleeper.
“Apologies, my king, did I wake you?” You questioned with a sympathetic tone.
“..indeed.” He gruffly replied.
“Sorry.”
He pushes himself up from the comfy warmth of the nest, turning to face you, his optics practically glowed in the dark depths of he cave. “It’s forgiven, my Conjunx. Do not fret.” He grumbled, resting his servos on your waist, and pulling you in closer; he was very…warm. In return you would nod with a soft smile. His chassis deeply rumbled against you.
“I take it you slept well, yeah?” You questioned, lightly tracing his sharp, spiky frame.
He again would flinch at your affectionate touches, this of course being concerning for you. You hesitated before eventually speaking up on his strange behavior.
“Predaking, are you…well?” You questioned.
His glowing orange optics widened at this, staring deep into yours. He only continued to shake.
“Predaking..?”
You asked for the second time, this time reaching to rest a servo on his faceplate, softly caressing, you gasped and instinctively yanked your hand away…he was burning hot.
You quickly regained your composure before exclaiming, “Predaking, you are on fire..! Are you ill?”
His dilated optics were trained on you, watching your every movement, he seemed almost in a trance. Once he snapped out of it, he quickly responded. “No, no! I am, healthy…i am..just…”
He took a deep, shaky intake before continuing, yet he sounded almost…in pain. “I am…am simply-“ He deeply gasped, his frame going ridged. “Frag, frag frag..!”
A heavy, hot pang of need traveled through him, it was irresistible, he couldn’t keep his composure.
He whimpered out, his grip on your waist tightening. “I need you. I..I must. It has been much too long-!” Your optics widen at his words. “Predaking, what are you talking about?” He suddenly mounted you, sitting between your thighs; making you gasp.
“A heir.” He growled. You felt energon rush to your faceplates. “Wh-what?! King, what has gotten into you?” He leans down, a predatory gaze locked onto you as he positions his mandibles right beside your audial.
“Who am i, Predaking, to deny my programming, my instincts, and us; of a heir?” He questions.
“Oh…” You would understandingly reply. It makes sense now, his unusual behavior, it was his heat, his natural instinct to reproduce. He deeply sighs.
“Though, i would never go against my mate’s wishes. I beg, will you please, allow me the honor of sparking you?”
Lust fogged his processor, he continued, though barely audible.
“My mate…such a beautiful family we could have, cant you imagine..?”
He propped your helm up with a sharp digit, making you look into his gorgeous, glowing orange optics; love-filled, yet desperate.
“Please.” He begged
You gasped as soft thrusts could be felt against your modesty panel, causing your pedes to be pushed farther apart, and Predakings labored pants clouding your mind. Your spark was pounding, it was all so sudden…
“Of..of course, Predaking. I would be honored to.” You whispered.
He purred in delight, lightly rubbing his helm against yours; “Yes, yes…thank you, my mate.” He lightly smiles, his half lidded optics staring deep into yours.
“I can assure you, you will not be disappointed, my dearest.”
He presses his helm against yours, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer, positioning him perfectly against your sensitive plating. He was drooling at this point, completely drunk on the euphoric idea of filling you completely, until he is all you can think of. Resting a heavy, caring servo against your tanks he continues to stare down at your sprawled out figure.
“I’m so eager, so very eager to fill you so impossibly deep, to knot you, my queen/king, until you can barely speak, we are going to make such lovely sparklings together..I cannot wait to see you carry my brood…”
Loud growling and purring was the only thing audible, Predaking's large spiky frame sprawled out in front you, shaking.
His claws gripped the walls of the cave desperately, leaving deep grooves in the stone, and making it crumble to the floor.
"My Conjunx..please. I...I can't."
His voice was shaky and deep, a loud growl following soon after, this was around his 5th overload after all.
"C'mon, Predaking just one more overload, and we can stop, okay? For me?"
You would make a show of turning the vibrations up a notch, watching as Predaking's spike would twitch, and pathetic whimpers and gasps would escape his throat.
"Good boy, such a good boy, aren't you? Overload for me, come on, you can do it.."
Predaking bared his teeth at your patronizing words, glowing yellow optics piercing you. You would soon turn the vibrator up to the highest level, Predaking was such a beautiful mess at this point; his fluids were spread all across the cavern floor and his shaking thighs from his previous overloads, and the way he squirmed was almost hypnotizing.
Making your way over to him you would position yourself on one of his thighs, coyly staring up at him.
"Great job...almost there. You're doing such an amazing job, my king."
Predaking deeply groans at your praise, he felt burning hot, as if he were about to melt. He began to heavily pant as he felt his next overload approaching; as well as your soft servos scratching his chin.
"My..my mate, I can feel it... I'm almost there-"
Predaking seemed to freeze as strings of light pink liquid would escape from his spike, he seemed to be extremely disoriented, his optics rolling to the back of his helm and oral lubricant running down his faceplate.
"Off..turn it off, now, please. It’s too much." He pleaded, letting out an animalistic growl soon after so loud and deep you practically shook against him.
He would whine, the harsh vibrations against his sensitive spike quickly becoming overwhelming and almost painful, his desperate yet sudden thrashing and bucking not going unnoticed.
"Yes! Yes, of course..."
You quickly turned the vibrator off, and carefully removed it from his spike. His heavy panting slows and his spike soon depressurizes.
Resting a servo against your waist he pulls you closer, leaning against the wall of the cave he closes his optics; far to exhausted to speak, he drifts into a deep recharge.
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