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"You don't have to be gentle with me." ≪ ◦ From: Lusterflare ◦ ≫
That's intriguing. Megatron doesn't remember seeing this bot on Cybertron before. He even seems taller than him, that's something! The Lord approaches Lusterflare, curious.
"Oh? And what is that supposed to mean? That I should take my time and get rough with you? Or would you prefer a quick death?"
He asks, leaning closer to Lusterflare, a grin in his faceplate.
"By the way, I don't remember seeing you around here. Tell me: is there anything that you want? You know, if you join me and the Decepticons, I can give you anything you want. Just name your price. I'm in a good mood, so I'll allow you to choose."
Megatron can't explain, but he seems interested in this particular bot.
"Aw, don't be like that, Sweetspark, unless interfacing me to death, then alright, I'll bite." Lusterflare was high off pain meds again since he did some rough Interfacing with some Decepticons last night."Haha, I can't, that's not how I work, I'm for the people you think?" Lusterflare really didn't know the warlord would not want him sleeping with most of his damn fleet.
"But I will enjoy the ride, think of it as a cute pet!"Lusterflare usually wasn't that submissive, but he was high and drunk, and they don't mix well most of the time.
The Lord grins. He wasn't wrong. This bot is certainly interesting. And his "vulnerable" state pleases the Decepticon leader even more.
"Ah, I see..."
He leaned even closer, placing his servo on Lusterflare's helm, caressing it in an almost seductive manner.
"Then I suppose you're quite... eager for a 'ride' with the Decepticon leader, aren't you? I must say you impressed me. Not every bot has the courage to do something like that in my presence."
He admires Lusterflare, looking at him up and down, then extends his servo towards him.
"If you're so eager, why don't you join me? I can guarantee I'll make it worth your time."
He chuckles seductively.
"I won't let you down, and that's a promise. I'll even allow you to have your own private quarters once our 'affairs' are settled."
"I can ride~ but can you handle me, my lord~ Fine, I'll join you since you promise to take care of me~ should we go then? I can't wait any longer, please, my lord, I want you deep inside here."Lusterflare touches his stomach where his Forge lies; he wonders if Megatron would get him sparked if he wasn't careful.
"Just try not to Spark me, my lord, I want you all to myself, please."Lusterflare didn't know if his seal would handle Megtron. He hasn't got a new protection seal, so he won't get Sparked. Besides, he can't afford to have a sparkling. He usually just sleeps around with Bots that will let him eat or sleep.
Megatron nods, displaying his evil grin. Oh, tonight will be a lot of fun...
"Very well, then. I promise to take care of you. And oh, believe me. I can handle you just fine."
Despite being slightly smaller than Lusterflare, Megatron is quite convinced that he can please the other.
He grabs his servo, walking slowly towards his private quarters. Upon arriving, he indicates his big berth to Lusterflare. As soon as he lies down, Megatron removes the lower part of his armor, revealing his enormous spike. He approaches the other and positions himself upon him.
"Shall we begin?"
Megatron likes to take his time before getting to the "main act." He begins by caressing Lusterflare's body, leaning in to bite and lick his neck. He starts gently, and as he gets more aroused, his bites become increasingly aggressive. He grips Lusterflare's hips tightly, positioning himself between him.
"I hope you're ready for me..."
His spike enters the other's forge deeply. Megatron lets out a low groan.
"Oh, you feel so good..."
He starts thrusting into him deeply, hitting a sensitive spot inside Lusterflare that surely is giving him a great pleasure. Megatron leans closer, starting to kiss his faceplate and bites his neck again as he keeps pushing his spike deep inside Lusterflare's forge.
They continue their "little session" for quite some time, Megatron's moans growing even louder as he approaches climax. He really wanted to do it, but he also didn't want a sparkling, so he pulls his spike out of Lusterflare's forge, coming undone and soiling his berth with his fluid.
"Oh my..."
He pants, gazing at Lusterflare with satisfaction.
"You were probably the best bot I've ever shared this... intimate experience with."
"Ngh ah oh!" Lusterflare moans out loudly as he wraps his legs around Megtron, taking him deep. He was so full, and the huge spike was hitting his sweet spots; he was going to Overload so soon.
"Please more! I need more, please!" He cries out as he searches to take the huge spike deep into his forge. He wanted more; he was so going to be addicted to this, and it's been a while since he had this kind of spike.
"Ah, then give me more, please. I want more till I beg you to stop," Lusterflare whines softly as he spreads open his legs for more, a free invitation.
"Eager, aren't you?" The big bot says, pinning Lusterflare down to the berth and licking his lips as he stares at him. "But I gotta admit that I love a bot like you, that is this excited to receive my spike again. And you shall."
Megatron takes Lusterflare deeply once again, letting out a loud groan as he enters him. "Aah... you feel so good...!"
The Lord keeps pinning the other down to the berth with his strength, his servos holding tightly on his shoulders as he thrusts into him. Oh, and he is not being gentle. Actually, Megatron prefers that way, to be rough with his partner, but he always make sure that they are having their good time.
"I could get addicted to you, you know?" He says while leaning down and biting his neck, whispering to his audio receptors while he keeps thrusting into him. "Oh, you take me so well. You drive me crazy..." He bites Lusterflare's neck a few more times with his fangs, his servos running up and down his frame, but giving more attention to his hips and thighs. He is so ready to overload again...
With a loud groan, Megatron overloads once more, keeping his firm grip on Lusterflare as he does so. When he pulls out, he runs a digit on Lusterflare's forge, licking their essence.
"Mmm... you taste delicious." He seems to want to taste Lusterflare's essence now.
Lusterflare moans loudly as he submits to Megatron's rough and overpowering thrusts. He feels he is on cloud 9, and the overloads come so fast from how huge his spike is as it keeps hitting deep, almost hitting deep into his forge. "Ngh ah M-Megs More!" he turns his head to give more room for Megatron to mark him.
Lusterflare would also be addicted, he never been this satisfied in a long time, and Megatron gave him everything, and the overload was so close, he moans out as he felt Megs real deep inside him as he overloads, he was making a mess as he cums on the huge spike inside him.
"Oh, Primus, ah, you runed me for anyone else, frag my valve I can still feel you," Lusterflare whined softly as he touched his node and his hole as it leaked out Megatron's cum onto the Berth, he was probably gapping from the size of him, his body was still twitching and shaking from the overloads.
He chuckles, pulling away his spike from Lusterflare's valve only to see the "mess" they made on the berth.
"My, my. You took me so well. I believe you deserve a reward for this."
Without wasting time, Megatron lowers his helm, now staring directly at Lusterflare's core. He licks his lips, seeing his essence mixed with Lusterflare's. Then his servos grab his thighs and he starts to eat the other. Megatron kisses, licks and even gives some light bites on his core, his servos on his thighs even going up and down, caressing him during the process.
"Mmm... your taste is divine..." He groans while still tasting Lusterflare, now working his tongue on a fast pace, determined to make them come undone at any moment. When he is done, he gives a deep kiss on Lusterflare, letting him taste himself on Megatron's glossa. Megatron seems to want some attention now, laying beside Lusterflare, surrendering himself.
"You know, I'd love for you to take the lead this time..." He says while giving a seductive wink.
"Ah, nh ah m-my lord ngh! So cruel, I'm still overloading!" Lusterflare wasn't lying; he was twitching, and fluid was still coming out from his valve. He was getting attacked by his node, and his valve was getting clammed again, but this time Megatraon was eating his valve; he looked hungry as he watched Megs lick and suck his valve. "Oh y-yes frag ah. hn !"
Lusterflare's processors are going to go black from another overload; his submissive mode has switched, so he will be more submissive to his Dom, and follow his Dom's commands, which make him vulnerable and prone to injury, as indicated by the alert blinks in his optics.
As Megatron prepared for another round, he sensed that Lusterflare was likely going to get hurt or was starting to tire.
"Wait a moment." The Lord gently interrupts him. "Come here." He pulls Lusterflare into his arms and begins to give him light kisses on his neck and cheekplate. He hugs him tightly. "I think you're starting to get tired, aren't you? So why don't you let me take care of you?" He suggests, with an affectionate smile on his face.
He begins to snuggle closer to the other, his servos gently tracing his frame, trying to soothe him from all this overload. "Just relax in my arms now, my sweetspark. I'm here with you."
Lusterflare never had this happen to him; it's usually mechs keep going till he was unconscious, or when he woke up again, which freaks him out at times because of how long he was out, and the pain after. "I-Im okay, we can keep going, I'm fine." Lust pulls away slightly and closes his optics, afraid he was going to get hit, but feels gentle touches on his frame, which made him open his optics in surprise.
"I'm fine, you don't have to stop...it's just a long day, yeah?" Lust was not lying; he had to get some shanix, some way to get pain blockers and a ride, and the pain blockers were wearing off. "But if I need to stop, it's okay, just let me clean myself up till you are ready again." Lust needs to take that shot; he can feel the dull pain already, and going into the shower would give him time to take the pain blocker.
"Of course, my dear. Go wash yourself if you need. And if you desire, I'd gadly accompany you." But the Lord's tone of voice didn't show desire or lust at the moment. He only seems to care with Lusty's company and his well being. He places a gentle kiss on his faceplate.
"We can keep going later. I'll accompany you to the 'shower'." Even being a menacing being most of the times, the Lord makes sure to treat his companion well. He carefully wraps his arms around him and lifts him off the berth. As he carries him, his optics are attentive on Lusterflare. He would like to know him better.
"Would you mind... telling me your story, Lusterflare? I'd love to know more about you." And to protect him as well.
Lusterflare happy kisses back before giggling, he was so happy his big mech loved them. "Aw, Megs, really? It's not too much!? That's why I was gone for a few days! I was so nervous!"
"And maybe we can interface now, please. I missed you; it's been too long with my lord deep inside me." He leans in close and moves to touch Meg's chest before slowly going down and stopping above his Interface panel.
"I'm certainly pleased! Besides, you always know how to do this."
The instant Lusterflare made his request, Megatron's spark pulsed rapidly. He missed him too and wouldn't deny his sweetspark's request. His frame trembled as Lusty touched his interface panel. He smiled and gently held his chin, his optics staring intently at him.
"How could I say no to my beautiful bot? I missed you too, dear. And now... I promise to make up for the wait."
He then leads Lusterflare to his private quarters, already opening the panel and exposing his large, erect member. He positions himself over Lusterflare, gazing at him with pure desire and a touch of lust.
"I hope you're ready for me now, Lusterflare." And with that, Megatron starts to fill him up, letting out a loud groan as he does that, his servos caressing Lusterflare's frame.
"Aah... you always feel so good around me..." He says in a tone of pleasure, moaning as he begins to thrust, giving Lusterflare what he desired after all this time.
"You don't have to be gentle with me." ≪ ◦ From: Lusterflare ◦ ≫
That's intriguing. Megatron doesn't remember seeing this bot on Cybertron before. He even seems taller than him, that's something! The Lord approaches Lusterflare, curious.
"Oh? And what is that supposed to mean? That I should take my time and get rough with you? Or would you prefer a quick death?"
He asks, leaning closer to Lusterflare, a grin in his faceplate.
"By the way, I don't remember seeing you around here. Tell me: is there anything that you want? You know, if you join me and the Decepticons, I can give you anything you want. Just name your price. I'm in a good mood, so I'll allow you to choose."
Megatron can't explain, but he seems interested in this particular bot.
"Aw, don't be like that, Sweetspark, unless interfacing me to death, then alright, I'll bite." Lusterflare was high off pain meds again since he did some rough Interfacing with some Decepticons last night."Haha, I can't, that's not how I work, I'm for the people you think?" Lusterflare really didn't know the warlord would not want him sleeping with most of his damn fleet.
"But I will enjoy the ride, think of it as a cute pet!"Lusterflare usually wasn't that submissive, but he was high and drunk, and they don't mix well most of the time.
The Lord grins. He wasn't wrong. This bot is certainly interesting. And his "vulnerable" state pleases the Decepticon leader even more.
"Ah, I see..."
He leaned even closer, placing his servo on Lusterflare's helm, caressing it in an almost seductive manner.
"Then I suppose you're quite... eager for a 'ride' with the Decepticon leader, aren't you? I must say you impressed me. Not every bot has the courage to do something like that in my presence."
He admires Lusterflare, looking at him up and down, then extends his servo towards him.
"If you're so eager, why don't you join me? I can guarantee I'll make it worth your time."
He chuckles seductively.
"I won't let you down, and that's a promise. I'll even allow you to have your own private quarters once our 'affairs' are settled."
"I can ride~ but can you handle me, my lord~ Fine, I'll join you since you promise to take care of me~ should we go then? I can't wait any longer, please, my lord, I want you deep inside here."Lusterflare touches his stomach where his Forge lies; he wonders if Megatron would get him sparked if he wasn't careful.
"Just try not to Spark me, my lord, I want you all to myself, please."Lusterflare didn't know if his seal would handle Megtron. He hasn't got a new protection seal, so he won't get Sparked. Besides, he can't afford to have a sparkling. He usually just sleeps around with Bots that will let him eat or sleep.
Megatron nods, displaying his evil grin. Oh, tonight will be a lot of fun...
"Very well, then. I promise to take care of you. And oh, believe me. I can handle you just fine."
Despite being slightly smaller than Lusterflare, Megatron is quite convinced that he can please the other.
He grabs his servo, walking slowly towards his private quarters. Upon arriving, he indicates his big berth to Lusterflare. As soon as he lies down, Megatron removes the lower part of his armor, revealing his enormous spike. He approaches the other and positions himself upon him.
"Shall we begin?"
Megatron likes to take his time before getting to the "main act." He begins by caressing Lusterflare's body, leaning in to bite and lick his neck. He starts gently, and as he gets more aroused, his bites become increasingly aggressive. He grips Lusterflare's hips tightly, positioning himself between him.
"I hope you're ready for me..."
His spike enters the other's forge deeply. Megatron lets out a low groan.
"Oh, you feel so good..."
He starts thrusting into him deeply, hitting a sensitive spot inside Lusterflare that surely is giving him a great pleasure. Megatron leans closer, starting to kiss his faceplate and bites his neck again as he keeps pushing his spike deep inside Lusterflare's forge.
They continue their "little session" for quite some time, Megatron's moans growing even louder as he approaches climax. He really wanted to do it, but he also didn't want a sparkling, so he pulls his spike out of Lusterflare's forge, coming undone and soiling his berth with his fluid.
"Oh my..."
He pants, gazing at Lusterflare with satisfaction.
"You were probably the best bot I've ever shared this... intimate experience with."
"Ngh ah oh!" Lusterflare moans out loudly as he wraps his legs around Megtron, taking him deep. He was so full, and the huge spike was hitting his sweet spots; he was going to Overload so soon.
"Please more! I need more, please!" He cries out as he searches to take the huge spike deep into his forge. He wanted more; he was so going to be addicted to this, and it's been a while since he had this kind of spike.
"Ah, then give me more, please. I want more till I beg you to stop," Lusterflare whines softly as he spreads open his legs for more, a free invitation.
"Eager, aren't you?" The big bot says, pinning Lusterflare down to the berth and licking his lips as he stares at him. "But I gotta admit that I love a bot like you, that is this excited to receive my spike again. And you shall."
Megatron takes Lusterflare deeply once again, letting out a loud groan as he enters him. "Aah... you feel so good...!"
The Lord keeps pinning the other down to the berth with his strength, his servos holding tightly on his shoulders as he thrusts into him. Oh, and he is not being gentle. Actually, Megatron prefers that way, to be rough with his partner, but he always make sure that they are having their good time.
"I could get addicted to you, you know?" He says while leaning down and biting his neck, whispering to his audio receptors while he keeps thrusting into him. "Oh, you take me so well. You drive me crazy..." He bites Lusterflare's neck a few more times with his fangs, his servos running up and down his frame, but giving more attention to his hips and thighs. He is so ready to overload again...
With a loud groan, Megatron overloads once more, keeping his firm grip on Lusterflare as he does so. When he pulls out, he runs a digit on Lusterflare's forge, licking their essence.
"Mmm... you taste delicious." He seems to want to taste Lusterflare's essence now.
Lusterflare moans loudly as he submits to Megatron's rough and overpowering thrusts. He feels he is on cloud 9, and the overloads come so fast from how huge his spike is as it keeps hitting deep, almost hitting deep into his forge. "Ngh ah M-Megs More!" he turns his head to give more room for Megatron to mark him.
Lusterflare would also be addicted, he never been this satisfied in a long time, and Megatron gave him everything, and the overload was so close, he moans out as he felt Megs real deep inside him as he overloads, he was making a mess as he cums on the huge spike inside him.
"Oh, Primus, ah, you runed me for anyone else, frag my valve I can still feel you," Lusterflare whined softly as he touched his node and his hole as it leaked out Megatron's cum onto the Berth, he was probably gapping from the size of him, his body was still twitching and shaking from the overloads.
He chuckles, pulling away his spike from Lusterflare's valve only to see the "mess" they made on the berth.
"My, my. You took me so well. I believe you deserve a reward for this."
Without wasting time, Megatron lowers his helm, now staring directly at Lusterflare's core. He licks his lips, seeing his essence mixed with Lusterflare's. Then his servos grab his thighs and he starts to eat the other. Megatron kisses, licks and even gives some light bites on his core, his servos on his thighs even going up and down, caressing him during the process.
"Mmm... your taste is divine..." He groans while still tasting Lusterflare, now working his tongue on a fast pace, determined to make them come undone at any moment. When he is done, he gives a deep kiss on Lusterflare, letting him taste himself on Megatron's glossa. Megatron seems to want some attention now, laying beside Lusterflare, surrendering himself.
"You know, I'd love for you to take the lead this time..." He says while giving a seductive wink.
"Ah, nh ah m-my lord ngh! So cruel, I'm still overloading!" Lusterflare wasn't lying; he was twitching, and fluid was still coming out from his valve. He was getting attacked by his node, and his valve was getting clammed again, but this time Megatraon was eating his valve; he looked hungry as he watched Megs lick and suck his valve. "Oh y-yes frag ah. hn !"
Lusterflare's processors are going to go black from another overload; his submissive mode has switched, so he will be more submissive to his Dom, and follow his Dom's commands, which make him vulnerable and prone to injury, as indicated by the alert blinks in his optics.
As Megatron prepared for another round, he sensed that Lusterflare was likely going to get hurt or was starting to tire.
"Wait a moment." The Lord gently interrupts him. "Come here." He pulls Lusterflare into his arms and begins to give him light kisses on his neck and cheekplate. He hugs him tightly. "I think you're starting to get tired, aren't you? So why don't you let me take care of you?" He suggests, with an affectionate smile on his face.
He begins to snuggle closer to the other, his servos gently tracing his frame, trying to soothe him from all this overload. "Just relax in my arms now, my sweetspark. I'm here with you."
"Megs, my lord, I got you things for this human holiday called Valentine's Day! I know you don't like things like this, but my lord, I really like it!"
The Lord smiles, feeling truly pleased and grateful for the gifts Lusterflare has given him. He carefully picks them up, admiring them with a broad smile on his faceplate.
"Who says I don't like them, dear Lusterflare? I adore them! They're so beautiful and sparkly!"
He carefully places his gifts on the table and approaches Lusterflare, giving him a deep and passionate kiss on the lips.
"You don't have to be gentle with me." ≪ ◦ From: Lusterflare ◦ ≫
That's intriguing. Megatron doesn't remember seeing this bot on Cybertron before. He even seems taller than him, that's something! The Lord approaches Lusterflare, curious.
"Oh? And what is that supposed to mean? That I should take my time and get rough with you? Or would you prefer a quick death?"
He asks, leaning closer to Lusterflare, a grin in his faceplate.
"By the way, I don't remember seeing you around here. Tell me: is there anything that you want? You know, if you join me and the Decepticons, I can give you anything you want. Just name your price. I'm in a good mood, so I'll allow you to choose."
Megatron can't explain, but he seems interested in this particular bot.
"Aw, don't be like that, Sweetspark, unless interfacing me to death, then alright, I'll bite." Lusterflare was high off pain meds again since he did some rough Interfacing with some Decepticons last night."Haha, I can't, that's not how I work, I'm for the people you think?" Lusterflare really didn't know the warlord would not want him sleeping with most of his damn fleet.
"But I will enjoy the ride, think of it as a cute pet!"Lusterflare usually wasn't that submissive, but he was high and drunk, and they don't mix well most of the time.
The Lord grins. He wasn't wrong. This bot is certainly interesting. And his "vulnerable" state pleases the Decepticon leader even more.
"Ah, I see..."
He leaned even closer, placing his servo on Lusterflare's helm, caressing it in an almost seductive manner.
"Then I suppose you're quite... eager for a 'ride' with the Decepticon leader, aren't you? I must say you impressed me. Not every bot has the courage to do something like that in my presence."
He admires Lusterflare, looking at him up and down, then extends his servo towards him.
"If you're so eager, why don't you join me? I can guarantee I'll make it worth your time."
He chuckles seductively.
"I won't let you down, and that's a promise. I'll even allow you to have your own private quarters once our 'affairs' are settled."
"I can ride~ but can you handle me, my lord~ Fine, I'll join you since you promise to take care of me~ should we go then? I can't wait any longer, please, my lord, I want you deep inside here."Lusterflare touches his stomach where his Forge lies; he wonders if Megatron would get him sparked if he wasn't careful.
"Just try not to Spark me, my lord, I want you all to myself, please."Lusterflare didn't know if his seal would handle Megtron. He hasn't got a new protection seal, so he won't get Sparked. Besides, he can't afford to have a sparkling. He usually just sleeps around with Bots that will let him eat or sleep.
Megatron nods, displaying his evil grin. Oh, tonight will be a lot of fun...
"Very well, then. I promise to take care of you. And oh, believe me. I can handle you just fine."
Despite being slightly smaller than Lusterflare, Megatron is quite convinced that he can please the other.
He grabs his servo, walking slowly towards his private quarters. Upon arriving, he indicates his big berth to Lusterflare. As soon as he lies down, Megatron removes the lower part of his armor, revealing his enormous spike. He approaches the other and positions himself upon him.
"Shall we begin?"
Megatron likes to take his time before getting to the "main act." He begins by caressing Lusterflare's body, leaning in to bite and lick his neck. He starts gently, and as he gets more aroused, his bites become increasingly aggressive. He grips Lusterflare's hips tightly, positioning himself between him.
"I hope you're ready for me..."
His spike enters the other's forge deeply. Megatron lets out a low groan.
"Oh, you feel so good..."
He starts thrusting into him deeply, hitting a sensitive spot inside Lusterflare that surely is giving him a great pleasure. Megatron leans closer, starting to kiss his faceplate and bites his neck again as he keeps pushing his spike deep inside Lusterflare's forge.
They continue their "little session" for quite some time, Megatron's moans growing even louder as he approaches climax. He really wanted to do it, but he also didn't want a sparkling, so he pulls his spike out of Lusterflare's forge, coming undone and soiling his berth with his fluid.
"Oh my..."
He pants, gazing at Lusterflare with satisfaction.
"You were probably the best bot I've ever shared this... intimate experience with."
"Ngh ah oh!" Lusterflare moans out loudly as he wraps his legs around Megtron, taking him deep. He was so full, and the huge spike was hitting his sweet spots; he was going to Overload so soon.
"Please more! I need more, please!" He cries out as he searches to take the huge spike deep into his forge. He wanted more; he was so going to be addicted to this, and it's been a while since he had this kind of spike.
"Ah, then give me more, please. I want more till I beg you to stop," Lusterflare whines softly as he spreads open his legs for more, a free invitation.
"Eager, aren't you?" The big bot says, pinning Lusterflare down to the berth and licking his lips as he stares at him. "But I gotta admit that I love a bot like you, that is this excited to receive my spike again. And you shall."
Megatron takes Lusterflare deeply once again, letting out a loud groan as he enters him. "Aah... you feel so good...!"
The Lord keeps pinning the other down to the berth with his strength, his servos holding tightly on his shoulders as he thrusts into him. Oh, and he is not being gentle. Actually, Megatron prefers that way, to be rough with his partner, but he always make sure that they are having their good time.
"I could get addicted to you, you know?" He says while leaning down and biting his neck, whispering to his audio receptors while he keeps thrusting into him. "Oh, you take me so well. You drive me crazy..." He bites Lusterflare's neck a few more times with his fangs, his servos running up and down his frame, but giving more attention to his hips and thighs. He is so ready to overload again...
With a loud groan, Megatron overloads once more, keeping his firm grip on Lusterflare as he does so. When he pulls out, he runs a digit on Lusterflare's forge, licking their essence.
"Mmm... you taste delicious." He seems to want to taste Lusterflare's essence now.
Lusterflare moans loudly as he submits to Megatron's rough and overpowering thrusts. He feels he is on cloud 9, and the overloads come so fast from how huge his spike is as it keeps hitting deep, almost hitting deep into his forge. "Ngh ah M-Megs More!" he turns his head to give more room for Megatron to mark him.
Lusterflare would also be addicted, he never been this satisfied in a long time, and Megatron gave him everything, and the overload was so close, he moans out as he felt Megs real deep inside him as he overloads, he was making a mess as he cums on the huge spike inside him.
"Oh, Primus, ah, you runed me for anyone else, frag my valve I can still feel you," Lusterflare whined softly as he touched his node and his hole as it leaked out Megatron's cum onto the Berth, he was probably gapping from the size of him, his body was still twitching and shaking from the overloads.
He chuckles, pulling away his spike from Lusterflare's valve only to see the "mess" they made on the berth.
"My, my. You took me so well. I believe you deserve a reward for this."
Without wasting time, Megatron lowers his helm, now staring directly at Lusterflare's core. He licks his lips, seeing his essence mixed with Lusterflare's. Then his servos grab his thighs and he starts to eat the other. Megatron kisses, licks and even gives some light bites on his core, his servos on his thighs even going up and down, caressing him during the process.
"Mmm... your taste is divine..." He groans while still tasting Lusterflare, now working his tongue on a fast pace, determined to make them come undone at any moment. When he is done, he gives a deep kiss on Lusterflare, letting him taste himself on Megatron's glossa. Megatron seems to want some attention now, laying beside Lusterflare, surrendering himself.
"You know, I'd love for you to take the lead this time..." He says while giving a seductive wink.
"You don't have to be gentle with me." ≪ ◦ From: Lusterflare ◦ ≫
That's intriguing. Megatron doesn't remember seeing this bot on Cybertron before. He even seems taller than him, that's something! The Lord approaches Lusterflare, curious.
"Oh? And what is that supposed to mean? That I should take my time and get rough with you? Or would you prefer a quick death?"
He asks, leaning closer to Lusterflare, a grin in his faceplate.
"By the way, I don't remember seeing you around here. Tell me: is there anything that you want? You know, if you join me and the Decepticons, I can give you anything you want. Just name your price. I'm in a good mood, so I'll allow you to choose."
Megatron can't explain, but he seems interested in this particular bot.
"Aw, don't be like that, Sweetspark, unless interfacing me to death, then alright, I'll bite." Lusterflare was high off pain meds again since he did some rough Interfacing with some Decepticons last night."Haha, I can't, that's not how I work, I'm for the people you think?" Lusterflare really didn't know the warlord would not want him sleeping with most of his damn fleet.
"But I will enjoy the ride, think of it as a cute pet!"Lusterflare usually wasn't that submissive, but he was high and drunk, and they don't mix well most of the time.
The Lord grins. He wasn't wrong. This bot is certainly interesting. And his "vulnerable" state pleases the Decepticon leader even more.
"Ah, I see..."
He leaned even closer, placing his servo on Lusterflare's helm, caressing it in an almost seductive manner.
"Then I suppose you're quite... eager for a 'ride' with the Decepticon leader, aren't you? I must say you impressed me. Not every bot has the courage to do something like that in my presence."
He admires Lusterflare, looking at him up and down, then extends his servo towards him.
"If you're so eager, why don't you join me? I can guarantee I'll make it worth your time."
He chuckles seductively.
"I won't let you down, and that's a promise. I'll even allow you to have your own private quarters once our 'affairs' are settled."
"I can ride~ but can you handle me, my lord~ Fine, I'll join you since you promise to take care of me~ should we go then? I can't wait any longer, please, my lord, I want you deep inside here."Lusterflare touches his stomach where his Forge lies; he wonders if Megatron would get him sparked if he wasn't careful.
"Just try not to Spark me, my lord, I want you all to myself, please."Lusterflare didn't know if his seal would handle Megtron. He hasn't got a new protection seal, so he won't get Sparked. Besides, he can't afford to have a sparkling. He usually just sleeps around with Bots that will let him eat or sleep.
Megatron nods, displaying his evil grin. Oh, tonight will be a lot of fun...
"Very well, then. I promise to take care of you. And oh, believe me. I can handle you just fine."
Despite being slightly smaller than Lusterflare, Megatron is quite convinced that he can please the other.
He grabs his servo, walking slowly towards his private quarters. Upon arriving, he indicates his big berth to Lusterflare. As soon as he lies down, Megatron removes the lower part of his armor, revealing his enormous spike. He approaches the other and positions himself upon him.
"Shall we begin?"
Megatron likes to take his time before getting to the "main act." He begins by caressing Lusterflare's body, leaning in to bite and lick his neck. He starts gently, and as he gets more aroused, his bites become increasingly aggressive. He grips Lusterflare's hips tightly, positioning himself between him.
"I hope you're ready for me..."
His spike enters the other's forge deeply. Megatron lets out a low groan.
"Oh, you feel so good..."
He starts thrusting into him deeply, hitting a sensitive spot inside Lusterflare that surely is giving him a great pleasure. Megatron leans closer, starting to kiss his faceplate and bites his neck again as he keeps pushing his spike deep inside Lusterflare's forge.
They continue their "little session" for quite some time, Megatron's moans growing even louder as he approaches climax. He really wanted to do it, but he also didn't want a sparkling, so he pulls his spike out of Lusterflare's forge, coming undone and soiling his berth with his fluid.
"Oh my..."
He pants, gazing at Lusterflare with satisfaction.
"You were probably the best bot I've ever shared this... intimate experience with."
"Ngh ah oh!" Lusterflare moans out loudly as he wraps his legs around Megtron, taking him deep. He was so full, and the huge spike was hitting his sweet spots; he was going to Overload so soon.
"Please more! I need more, please!" He cries out as he searches to take the huge spike deep into his forge. He wanted more; he was so going to be addicted to this, and it's been a while since he had this kind of spike.
"Ah, then give me more, please. I want more till I beg you to stop," Lusterflare whines softly as he spreads open his legs for more, a free invitation.
"Eager, aren't you?" The big bot says, pinning Lusterflare down to the berth and licking his lips as he stares at him. "But I gotta admit that I love a bot like you, that is this excited to receive my spike again. And you shall."
Megatron takes Lusterflare deeply once again, letting out a loud groan as he enters him. "Aah... you feel so good...!"
The Lord keeps pinning the other down to the berth with his strength, his servos holding tightly on his shoulders as he thrusts into him. Oh, and he is not being gentle. Actually, Megatron prefers that way, to be rough with his partner, but he always make sure that they are having their good time.
"I could get addicted to you, you know?" He says while leaning down and biting his neck, whispering to his audio receptors while he keeps thrusting into him. "Oh, you take me so well. You drive me crazy..." He bites Lusterflare's neck a few more times with his fangs, his servos running up and down his frame, but giving more attention to his hips and thighs. He is so ready to overload again...
With a loud groan, Megatron overloads once more, keeping his firm grip on Lusterflare as he does so. When he pulls out, he runs a digit on Lusterflare's forge, licking their essence.
"Mmm... you taste delicious." He seems to want to taste Lusterflare's essence now.
"Y-You don't need to reward me, my Emperor..." They muttered, not at all resisting the touch. They actually would not mind more...but only if Megatron wished it. "My work is my reward enough, I promise."
They did as ordered, leaning back and relaxing against the table they sat upon. He was a big mech and would never have reached optic with him otherwise.
"A-As my Emperor desires." They were glad to return the kiss this time, optics going soft. "I don't need anything, my Emperor. I promise. But you can have me, if you wish. I-I won't tell anyone."
They reached up and directed one of his hands to their lips, kissing his knuckles in supplication.
He won't lie. Megatron's eyes gleam with surprise as Datashrike grabs his servo and kisses his knuckles. Now the Warlord is even more determined to continue...
He stays very close to them, wrapping his arms and servos around their waist, and resting his forehead against theirs.
"You know... your Emperor is very pleased. And as such, you deserve his... 'best treatment'."
As soon as he said that, he leaned in again, pressing his lips against Datashrike's, his kiss deeper this time. His tongue explored their mouth slowly, his servos caressing their frame and almost pinning them to the table. He continued kissing them for a good while, until he slowly pulled away, licking his lips to savor more of Datashrike.
"I love your taste..."; he says, his voice not betraying his desire. "You're delicious."
He places his servo on their faceplate.
"I'd love to keep doing this with you... my dear. Would you let me have you?"
"Of course you may, my emperor." They replied, all but breathless from the kiss.
Their frame was...getting very warm at this point, and a heavy blush was upon their face. A hand still lingered on his, so much smaller. Letting him touch them as he well pleased.
"And whatever you want me to do, I'll do without question."
Megatron felt their frame starting to warm up, which made him even more eager to get on.
"Excellent. I'll make sure you don't regret your decision... sweetspark."
He carefully scoops Datashrike into his arms and begins to take them to his private quarters. As soons as they arrived, Megatron locked the door and carefully places Datashrike on his berth. He usually is brutal when taking his partners to his quarters, but with Data, things are different. He wants to take his time.
He climbs onto the berth, staying on top of Datashrike. He starts making out with them again, his kisses getting more hungry like his touches. He caresses all Datashrike's frame, paying special attention to any sensitive spots he finds.
"Oh, you feel so good..."; he whispers seductively to them.
He starts to bite and lick their neck, his servo slowly moving down to touch their forge, caressing it with his digits.
"Mmm... you're so wet for me."; he whispers again, licking his digits to taste Datashrike. He removes his lower armor, showing his erection.
Datashrike wriggled pleasantly, marveling at his size. And it had been a while...still, they were eager for this. Spreading their legs obediently and leaning into to once more give their Emperor a kiss across his knuckles. And another, slightly more biting kiss across his shoulder and neck. Just to show their excitement and acceptance.
"I am, my Emperor. Take me however way you want, I want this." They muttered thickly, all warm and wet for him.
He groaned in pleasure with their bite. He loved that, and even encouraged Datashrike to do it more. He returns the affection by giving them more kisses and bites on their neck, licking his own bite marks on it. He pulled away slightly, looking at Datashrike below him on the bed, his optics glowing in desire.
"I'll make you feel so good."; he promises.
Seeing their legs open for him and feeling the wetness and warmth, he couldn't wait any longer. He starts to press his spike into their forge, letting out a deep groan as he fully enters Datashrike.
"Aah... you feel so good and tight..."
He starts to thrust into them, slowly at first. It is even surprising how gentle he is being to them, but with Datashrike, he wants to take his time. As he keeps thrusting, his servos caress their whole frame, leaning down to kiss their mouth deeply.
"Mmm..."
He hums softly in pleasure, then pulls away and starts to kiss and bite their shoulders and neck, picking up the pace gradually, but still being gentle to them. He keeps going for a time, until he starts to get closer to his climax. His thrusts get more deep and faster as he moans louder and louder feeling Datashrike's tightness around him.
After a few more thrusts, he roars loudly, coming undone and feeling Datashrike with his essence. He pants heavily, recovering from this intense moment. He stares deeply at Datashrike's optics, leaning down to capture their mouth in another kiss.
"I loved it. Thank you... for giving me such a wonderful time."
Datashrike reached their limits shortly after him, after having given him so many little noises. Moans, yelps and sighs, all said with his name attached as if worshiping a deity. And to them, perhaps he was in a way. He was the only one they would ever obey without question or concern.
And they accepted his bliss the same way, legs locked around his hips. Encouraging him to stay within them as he pleased. Even after he had finished and had spilled inside of them, their optics were hazy and their hips rode him out. Trying to give him some last, bright sparks of pleasure before they too settled down.
"My Emperor...that was amazing." They moaned out. "This means everything to me."
The Warlord smiled at them, staying inside just a few more minutes before he slowly start to pull out of them. Normally, Megatron doesn't care whether others enjoyed themselves or not, but seeing that Datashrike enjoyed the lovemaking session made him very happy. He feels proud of himself for having managed to give them a good time.
"You were amazing, my dear."
He leans down, placing a tender kiss on their lips.
"Now, please stay here. Let me take proper care of you... my love."
Megatron rises from the berth, leaving his personal quarters. He is gone for only a few minutes before returning with a warm, damp cloth in his servos. He gently spreads Datashrike's legs and carefully cleans them, even checking if they got hurt. After cleaning their legs and forge, he leans down and places a kiss on their valve.
"You're so pretty down here..."
He looks at Data with a gentle gaze, full of love for them.
"I'd love to do this more often with you, my dear Datashrike. If you have me, of course. Now... shall we rest a little together?"
He whispers softly before lying down on the bed and beginning to embrace them. He places a few tender kisses on their helm, keeping them close, his servos gently caressing their body. He closes his optics before whispering once more to them.
Blushing all the while, Datashrike had to hide their charmed smile behind their hand. All this time they'd never thought that this would happen with their beloved Emperor...
They'd been just happy to work and stay competent, honestly. And while Megatron was ABSOLUTELY a handsome and powerful mech, a relationship had never occurred to them.
So this?
And extremely welcome surprised.
"Of course you may, my Emperor." They sighed wistfully. "As often you'd like. We can even do so again tomorrow when we wake up."
Then, boldly, sitting up and sharing a kiss with him, tongue and all. Then another kiss and bow against his knuckles. "I-I love you, my emperor. Always."
Their words certainly pleased the Emperor. When they shared the kiss, Megatron didn't hesitate to kiss them back, cuddling their tongues, moving them in a passionate dance.
"Mmm..."
He groaned against their mouth, his servos caressing Datashrike's frame with the utmost care, worshiping their body. He panted a bit when they pulled away, Megatron giving them a warm smile, his optics showing affection.
"I'd love to have another round with you, sweetspark. I know it will always be a pleasure to do this with you."
He wraps his arms around Datashrike, pulling them closer to himself, being their big spoon while he cuddles with them. He gently grabbed their chin so he can look at their optics as he says:
"Please, you can call me Megatron now, if you want. You're important to me, more than just a loyal Decepticon. Because..."
"I love you, too."
He confesses in an affectionate tone, placing a kiss on the top of their heads. The Emperor feels so calm; it will probably be the best night of his life. Datashrike's confession truly rekindled his spark. He felt so happy to know that they loved him too.
"Sleep well, my love."
He says this as he falls asleep, still embracing his beloved, the one who filled his inner void.
Their optic crinkled in pleasure, a smile extending and showing sharp, pointed fangs. All happiness and post-coital bliss. "Ah, my Emperor. But my Emperor is a title you deserve and should be called."
Their voice was sleepy but still full of desire. Confidence, too, now that the confession had been accepted. Datashrike admitted they'd had a crush on their Lord for quite a while...so to see him return the feelings?
Their spark absolutely fluttered!
This was the time for sleep, however. They were tired and warm now...and clinging to the mech they loved dearly. They kissed him over his spark and drifted off...
Only to surprise him in the morning. With gentle, teasing kisses moving down, down, down...towards his spike. Still uncovered from last night. They wanted to return the affection...
The Emperor certainly had a wonderful night's sleep with his beloved by his side. He had interfaced with other bots before, but had never slept with them or even cuddled with them. This is the first time he has done so, and he doesn't regret it at all.
The next day arrives and Megatron is still asleep. But soon he begins to feel soft kisses on his frame, awakening him from his slumber. To his surprise, he sees his beloved kissing him, and the kisses descend...
"My love?!"
His spark began to pulse rapidly against his chestplate, his spike throbbing with need. Oh, he was already getting excited...
"I intend to." They purred, already moving to wrap their tongue around his spike, giving it a long, savory lick...
All the while taking their time. Making sure he is enjoying himself. Teasing him. Maybe even playing with whatever valve he might have. Anything to give him pleasure and show him that he deserves to be treated like the Emperor he is.
It is a long, intense session. Datashrike is getting extremely excited themself but they hold back, wanting to make sure Megatron finishes. Even if they are actually edging him, just a little...anything to make it last. Anything make him squirm and be wanted.
"Let me know when you are ready to overload for me, my love..." They breathed heavily.
Megatron is clearly having a good time. His beloved is making him feel things he never thought he would feel or appreciate before. His hips keep moving upwards, as if his spike is seeking more contact with Datashrike's mouth and tongue. Even his valve is leaking a little as they play with it.
He continued moaning with pleasure, gripping the berth tightly. He felt his spike throbbing again, overcome by need.
"My love... you're so wonderful..."
"You please me so much. Aah, keep going..." He says in a pleading tone. After the intense session, he lets out a loud groan as he reaches his limit. He breathes heavily, his chestplate rising and falling as his spike and valve leak from the overload.
"My queen... you're so amazing..." He comments as he watches them, his optics burning with desire and love. As soon as he recovered, he began to approach, placing his servos on their shoulders and gently laying them down on the berth. He gives them a slow, deep, and passionate kiss on the mouth before descending with his kisses until he reaches their own valve.
"Would my dear allow me to please them as well?" He says while gently and slowly tracing his digits on their valve. "I believe it's more than fair."
Oh, they were ENJOYING this! Getting to make their Emperor moan and groan like this was...magical. Enlightening even. Datashrike had NEVER felt so confident or powerful before! To have HIM calling out their name...
And when the eruption came, they cleaned every bit of his precious essence from his spike and valve, savoring the taste. Shivering at it, even. He tasted delicious...better than the finest high grade.
Licking their lips with a fang-filled grin, they replied. "I'm so glad I got to make you feel this way, my dearest Emperor..."
Followed by a pleased squeak when he sat up and lifted them out. Switching their spots on the berth. Peppering them with sweet, toothy kisses all the way down...
Not it seems it was THEIR turn!
With an excited giggle, they wriggled slightly then spread wide for him with a breathy sigh and a purr. "Of course you may, my Emperor. I am yours, always."
"Mmm... then allow me, my sweet. You are mine... and I'm yours."
He teases their valve a bit more with his digits, caressing it slowly and licking his digits while doing so. He loved the taste...
"You are delicious." He says while holding their thighs with his servos, lowering his helm and now facing the valve of his beloved.
His glossa starts to lick their valve, slowly at first. The Lord wanted to savor Datashrike's essence. He was moaning softly in pleasure while doing so. Megatron was focused on satisfying Datashrike first than himself. They were the only bot that made him feel like this, that taught him to worry about how the other is feeling during their precious time. His increases the speed of his licks, his servos caressing their thighs, slowly moving down to their valve. He caresses, licks and kisses the valve of his beloved, feeling an immense pleasure.
"Let me know when my sweetspark is ready to overload, hm? I want to savor all of you..."
OH this felt so good...better than anything or anyone they've had before. Much more so. It was barely started and they were already panting and crying out his name. Claws scratched at the berth and their lips muttered and cursed.
And their licking was HEAVY. So eager...legs trying to lock around his head and spread out more for him at the same time. It was if their entire being was yelling out for him!
"I'm...ah!"
The words never quite made it. He licked the perfect spot and their overload came. Hot and heavy and SHAKING. Their whole frame shivered for well over a full minute.
"Oh....my Emperor!! That...oh..." Breathless thanks flooded out instead!
He hums in pleasure, tasting their sweet flavor with slow licks, servos caressing their thighs up and down as a way to soothe them during this session. He looks at Datashrike again, licking his lips in satisfaction.
"I could get addicted to you. Your taste drives me insane."
He gives a deep kiss to their lips before gently standing up from the berth, looking at his beloved with a warm expression as he covers his spike with his own armor.
"Stay there, my sweet. I'll be right back." He left the room for just a few minutes, returning with a warm cloth and starting to clean them up. He loves to take care of his beloved after their love making session.
"There you go, my love. If you don't mind, I'd love to sleep with you every night from now on. Your company makes me feel so good, and to sleep while cuddling with you was one of the best things that ever happened to me."
"Y-You don't need to reward me, my Emperor..." They muttered, not at all resisting the touch. They actually would not mind more...but only if Megatron wished it. "My work is my reward enough, I promise."
They did as ordered, leaning back and relaxing against the table they sat upon. He was a big mech and would never have reached optic with him otherwise.
"A-As my Emperor desires." They were glad to return the kiss this time, optics going soft. "I don't need anything, my Emperor. I promise. But you can have me, if you wish. I-I won't tell anyone."
They reached up and directed one of his hands to their lips, kissing his knuckles in supplication.
He won't lie. Megatron's eyes gleam with surprise as Datashrike grabs his servo and kisses his knuckles. Now the Warlord is even more determined to continue...
He stays very close to them, wrapping his arms and servos around their waist, and resting his forehead against theirs.
"You know... your Emperor is very pleased. And as such, you deserve his... 'best treatment'."
As soon as he said that, he leaned in again, pressing his lips against Datashrike's, his kiss deeper this time. His tongue explored their mouth slowly, his servos caressing their frame and almost pinning them to the table. He continued kissing them for a good while, until he slowly pulled away, licking his lips to savor more of Datashrike.
"I love your taste..."; he says, his voice not betraying his desire. "You're delicious."
He places his servo on their faceplate.
"I'd love to keep doing this with you... my dear. Would you let me have you?"
"Of course you may, my emperor." They replied, all but breathless from the kiss.
Their frame was...getting very warm at this point, and a heavy blush was upon their face. A hand still lingered on his, so much smaller. Letting him touch them as he well pleased.
"And whatever you want me to do, I'll do without question."
Megatron felt their frame starting to warm up, which made him even more eager to get on.
"Excellent. I'll make sure you don't regret your decision... sweetspark."
He carefully scoops Datashrike into his arms and begins to take them to his private quarters. As soons as they arrived, Megatron locked the door and carefully places Datashrike on his berth. He usually is brutal when taking his partners to his quarters, but with Data, things are different. He wants to take his time.
He climbs onto the berth, staying on top of Datashrike. He starts making out with them again, his kisses getting more hungry like his touches. He caresses all Datashrike's frame, paying special attention to any sensitive spots he finds.
"Oh, you feel so good..."; he whispers seductively to them.
He starts to bite and lick their neck, his servo slowly moving down to touch their forge, caressing it with his digits.
"Mmm... you're so wet for me."; he whispers again, licking his digits to taste Datashrike. He removes his lower armor, showing his erection.
Datashrike wriggled pleasantly, marveling at his size. And it had been a while...still, they were eager for this. Spreading their legs obediently and leaning into to once more give their Emperor a kiss across his knuckles. And another, slightly more biting kiss across his shoulder and neck. Just to show their excitement and acceptance.
"I am, my Emperor. Take me however way you want, I want this." They muttered thickly, all warm and wet for him.
He groaned in pleasure with their bite. He loved that, and even encouraged Datashrike to do it more. He returns the affection by giving them more kisses and bites on their neck, licking his own bite marks on it. He pulled away slightly, looking at Datashrike below him on the bed, his optics glowing in desire.
"I'll make you feel so good."; he promises.
Seeing their legs open for him and feeling the wetness and warmth, he couldn't wait any longer. He starts to press his spike into their forge, letting out a deep groan as he fully enters Datashrike.
"Aah... you feel so good and tight..."
He starts to thrust into them, slowly at first. It is even surprising how gentle he is being to them, but with Datashrike, he wants to take his time. As he keeps thrusting, his servos caress their whole frame, leaning down to kiss their mouth deeply.
"Mmm..."
He hums softly in pleasure, then pulls away and starts to kiss and bite their shoulders and neck, picking up the pace gradually, but still being gentle to them. He keeps going for a time, until he starts to get closer to his climax. His thrusts get more deep and faster as he moans louder and louder feeling Datashrike's tightness around him.
After a few more thrusts, he roars loudly, coming undone and feeling Datashrike with his essence. He pants heavily, recovering from this intense moment. He stares deeply at Datashrike's optics, leaning down to capture their mouth in another kiss.
"I loved it. Thank you... for giving me such a wonderful time."
Datashrike reached their limits shortly after him, after having given him so many little noises. Moans, yelps and sighs, all said with his name attached as if worshiping a deity. And to them, perhaps he was in a way. He was the only one they would ever obey without question or concern.
And they accepted his bliss the same way, legs locked around his hips. Encouraging him to stay within them as he pleased. Even after he had finished and had spilled inside of them, their optics were hazy and their hips rode him out. Trying to give him some last, bright sparks of pleasure before they too settled down.
"My Emperor...that was amazing." They moaned out. "This means everything to me."
The Warlord smiled at them, staying inside just a few more minutes before he slowly start to pull out of them. Normally, Megatron doesn't care whether others enjoyed themselves or not, but seeing that Datashrike enjoyed the lovemaking session made him very happy. He feels proud of himself for having managed to give them a good time.
"You were amazing, my dear."
He leans down, placing a tender kiss on their lips.
"Now, please stay here. Let me take proper care of you... my love."
Megatron rises from the berth, leaving his personal quarters. He is gone for only a few minutes before returning with a warm, damp cloth in his servos. He gently spreads Datashrike's legs and carefully cleans them, even checking if they got hurt. After cleaning their legs and forge, he leans down and places a kiss on their valve.
"You're so pretty down here..."
He looks at Data with a gentle gaze, full of love for them.
"I'd love to do this more often with you, my dear Datashrike. If you have me, of course. Now... shall we rest a little together?"
He whispers softly before lying down on the bed and beginning to embrace them. He places a few tender kisses on their helm, keeping them close, his servos gently caressing their body. He closes his optics before whispering once more to them.
Blushing all the while, Datashrike had to hide their charmed smile behind their hand. All this time they'd never thought that this would happen with their beloved Emperor...
They'd been just happy to work and stay competent, honestly. And while Megatron was ABSOLUTELY a handsome and powerful mech, a relationship had never occurred to them.
So this?
And extremely welcome surprised.
"Of course you may, my Emperor." They sighed wistfully. "As often you'd like. We can even do so again tomorrow when we wake up."
Then, boldly, sitting up and sharing a kiss with him, tongue and all. Then another kiss and bow against his knuckles. "I-I love you, my emperor. Always."
Their words certainly pleased the Emperor. When they shared the kiss, Megatron didn't hesitate to kiss them back, cuddling their tongues, moving them in a passionate dance.
"Mmm..."
He groaned against their mouth, his servos caressing Datashrike's frame with the utmost care, worshiping their body. He panted a bit when they pulled away, Megatron giving them a warm smile, his optics showing affection.
"I'd love to have another round with you, sweetspark. I know it will always be a pleasure to do this with you."
He wraps his arms around Datashrike, pulling them closer to himself, being their big spoon while he cuddles with them. He gently grabbed their chin so he can look at their optics as he says:
"Please, you can call me Megatron now, if you want. You're important to me, more than just a loyal Decepticon. Because..."
"I love you, too."
He confesses in an affectionate tone, placing a kiss on the top of their heads. The Emperor feels so calm; it will probably be the best night of his life. Datashrike's confession truly rekindled his spark. He felt so happy to know that they loved him too.
"Sleep well, my love."
He says this as he falls asleep, still embracing his beloved, the one who filled his inner void.
Their optic crinkled in pleasure, a smile extending and showing sharp, pointed fangs. All happiness and post-coital bliss. "Ah, my Emperor. But my Emperor is a title you deserve and should be called."
Their voice was sleepy but still full of desire. Confidence, too, now that the confession had been accepted. Datashrike admitted they'd had a crush on their Lord for quite a while...so to see him return the feelings?
Their spark absolutely fluttered!
This was the time for sleep, however. They were tired and warm now...and clinging to the mech they loved dearly. They kissed him over his spark and drifted off...
Only to surprise him in the morning. With gentle, teasing kisses moving down, down, down...towards his spike. Still uncovered from last night. They wanted to return the affection...
The Emperor certainly had a wonderful night's sleep with his beloved by his side. He had interfaced with other bots before, but had never slept with them or even cuddled with them. This is the first time he has done so, and he doesn't regret it at all.
The next day arrives and Megatron is still asleep. But soon he begins to feel soft kisses on his frame, awakening him from his slumber. To his surprise, he sees his beloved kissing him, and the kisses descend...
"My love?!"
His spark began to pulse rapidly against his chestplate, his spike throbbing with need. Oh, he was already getting excited...
"I intend to." They purred, already moving to wrap their tongue around his spike, giving it a long, savory lick...
All the while taking their time. Making sure he is enjoying himself. Teasing him. Maybe even playing with whatever valve he might have. Anything to give him pleasure and show him that he deserves to be treated like the Emperor he is.
It is a long, intense session. Datashrike is getting extremely excited themself but they hold back, wanting to make sure Megatron finishes. Even if they are actually edging him, just a little...anything to make it last. Anything make him squirm and be wanted.
"Let me know when you are ready to overload for me, my love..." They breathed heavily.
Megatron is clearly having a good time. His beloved is making him feel things he never thought he would feel or appreciate before. His hips keep moving upwards, as if his spike is seeking more contact with Datashrike's mouth and tongue. Even his valve is leaking a little as they play with it.
He continued moaning with pleasure, gripping the berth tightly. He felt his spike throbbing again, overcome by need.
"My love... you're so wonderful..."
"You please me so much. Aah, keep going..." He says in a pleading tone. After the intense session, he lets out a loud groan as he reaches his limit. He breathes heavily, his chestplate rising and falling as his spike and valve leak from the overload.
"My queen... you're so amazing..." He comments as he watches them, his optics burning with desire and love. As soon as he recovered, he began to approach, placing his servos on their shoulders and gently laying them down on the berth. He gives them a slow, deep, and passionate kiss on the mouth before descending with his kisses until he reaches their own valve.
"Would my dear allow me to please them as well?" He says while gently and slowly tracing his digits on their valve. "I believe it's more than fair."
Oh, they were ENJOYING this! Getting to make their Emperor moan and groan like this was...magical. Enlightening even. Datashrike had NEVER felt so confident or powerful before! To have HIM calling out their name...
And when the eruption came, they cleaned every bit of his precious essence from his spike and valve, savoring the taste. Shivering at it, even. He tasted delicious...better than the finest high grade.
Licking their lips with a fang-filled grin, they replied. "I'm so glad I got to make you feel this way, my dearest Emperor..."
Followed by a pleased squeak when he sat up and lifted them out. Switching their spots on the berth. Peppering them with sweet, toothy kisses all the way down...
Not it seems it was THEIR turn!
With an excited giggle, they wriggled slightly then spread wide for him with a breathy sigh and a purr. "Of course you may, my Emperor. I am yours, always."
"Mmm... then allow me, my sweet. You are mine... and I'm yours."
He teases their valve a bit more with his digits, caressing it slowly and licking his digits while doing so. He loved the taste...
"You are delicious." He says while holding their thighs with his servos, lowering his helm and now facing the valve of his beloved.
His glossa starts to lick their valve, slowly at first. The Lord wanted to savor Datashrike's essence. He was moaning softly in pleasure while doing so. Megatron was focused on satisfying Datashrike first than himself. They were the only bot that made him feel like this, that taught him to worry about how the other is feeling during their precious time. His increases the speed of his licks, his servos caressing their thighs, slowly moving down to their valve. He caresses, licks and kisses the valve of his beloved, feeling an immense pleasure.
"Let me know when my sweetspark is ready to overload, hm? I want to savor all of you..."
Being such a slender, lithe femme; Mourningstar was easily wrapped up in his hold. It thrilled her greatly to be lifted and pinned up against the wall, letting Megatron explore her frame and make her feel good. Her silhouette canted and arched into his touch, his dermas catching lightly sweet-tasting pearlescent coolant that condensed upon her pale dermamesh the more her temperature increased. Mourningstar’s haunting drawl turned to a more sultry purr as she whimpered and softly moaned under the tyrant’s ministrations.
Her legs trembled as the charge rushed down to her lower body, and she instinctively pressed her thighs together just as a drop of fluorescent pink seeped out from the seams of her interface panel. That suave, seductive tone; his praises and telling her that he was enjoying how she felt in his servos; it ensnared her more under his charms, and she embraced it.
“Y-Yes, my lord… Please…!~” She nodded, wantonly venting from the amorous kiss. “I n-nnneed it… Need you,” Mourningstar granted, retracting her modesty panels to expose the softest parts of her frame.
A pair of swollen, soft fuel pumps with glowing, perky nozzles; and her valve, already puffy and glowing the same shade of hot pink as her face and optics.
Shockwave had warned of an incident from Mourningstar’s file; an outbreak of pheromones, an aphrodisiac that her frame created naturally. Reports of her sweat and salivary coolant, to her lubricant containing something potent enough to cause the whole Iaconian laboratory to spiral into a lustful frenzy. And as things became more heated, the pink miasma grew thicker; strong enough to make a bot get hot.
"Very well. Then I'll make sure it's worthwhile for you."
He says in a seductive tone, once again taking Mourningstar in his arms and carefully laying her on the berth. He hovers over her, licking his lips as he gazes at the femme.
"I never imagined you'd look so beautiful beneath me, baby girl."
His servos once again caress her whole frame, giving attention to the spots where he felt it was more sensitive to her. He leans down, placing kisses and bites on her neck, and even licking the bites after. His servos go up to her chestplate, squeezing it with some force, but he is being gentle not to hurt her, even when he is so aroused and just wants to take her here and now. But the Emperor likes to take his time before going down to business. And when she exposed herself to him...
Oh, he got even more excited.
"Hhmmm... you're so pretty down here."
He wouldn't keep her waiting. The Emperor's helm rested between her thighs and he starts to kiss and lick her valve.
"Mmm... you taste so sweet, my dear. I could get addicted to this." He groaned with pleasure, savoring her slowly and determined to give her a proper overload. As soon as he finished, he removed the lower part of his armor, exposing his already erect spike. He placed the tip of his member at her entrance.
"You better get ready for a wild ride... baby girl."
The curves of her slender frame arched into his palms, eager to feel more of Megatron’s servos upon her while he savored the view of Mourningstar lying under him. Completely submissive, begging for him, and trembling from excitement.
"Thank you, my lord..." She whimpered, blushing even pinker under his approving stare and his wandering touch.
A sharp in-vent was taken as her jaw dropped and her helm fell back against the sheets, her valve reacting extremely positive to letting Megatron drink the rich and sweet fluorescent pink lubricant. The coveted nectar that the scientists had been harvesting from her. It might not have been as potent this time, yet it still could send a rush through a bot's fuel lines. It had been so long since she actually had somebot touch her so intimately, her back strut arched up as her hips unconsciously rolled into Megatron's face to get his glossa deeper into her clenching calipers. It almost made her sob when he sat up to release his pressurized spike, but the sight of it made her salivate while her valve just about gushed just from feeling the hot tip press against the small entrance.
"Y-Yes, I'm ready...! Give it to me, please..." Mourningstar pleaded eagerly, optics eager to watch him penetrate her interface-starved array.
The sight of her under him, submissive, it's enough to make Megatron go crazy. Before he press his spike into her, he leans down to kiss her deeply, letting her taste her own sweet fluorescent pink lubricant. His glossa wraps around hers, his servos once again roaming over her frame and squeezing her sensitive spots. A string of saliva still connects their mouths when he pulls away from the kiss, licking his own metallic lips.
"I could get addicted to you..."
He is more aroused now, and without wasting time, he presses his spike into Mourningstar's valve, letting out a deep groan when he felt her tightness.
"Aah... so tight, so delicious..."
He starts to thrust into her, keeping his optics focused on her the entire time, his groans still filling the room as he keeps going. His servos still keep caressing all over her, squeezing her chest, her thighs, giving special attention to the spots when he felt she is more sensitive. He leans down again and starts to kiss and bite her neck while thrusting into her, licking his own bite marks he left on her frame.
"Oh baby girl... you feel so good wraped around me..." He whispers into her audial receptors, kissing all over her helm and faceplate. "I'm getting closer. Stay with me, sweetspark."
He increases the pace of his thrusts, determined to come undone along with her. With a deep and final thrust, he lets out a deep, loud groan as he just had overloaded, filling her up with his Energon essence. He breaths heavily, pulling out of her slowly.
"You were so wonderful..." He says while caressing her cheekplate.
"Y-You don't need to reward me, my Emperor..." They muttered, not at all resisting the touch. They actually would not mind more...but only if Megatron wished it. "My work is my reward enough, I promise."
They did as ordered, leaning back and relaxing against the table they sat upon. He was a big mech and would never have reached optic with him otherwise.
"A-As my Emperor desires." They were glad to return the kiss this time, optics going soft. "I don't need anything, my Emperor. I promise. But you can have me, if you wish. I-I won't tell anyone."
They reached up and directed one of his hands to their lips, kissing his knuckles in supplication.
He won't lie. Megatron's eyes gleam with surprise as Datashrike grabs his servo and kisses his knuckles. Now the Warlord is even more determined to continue...
He stays very close to them, wrapping his arms and servos around their waist, and resting his forehead against theirs.
"You know... your Emperor is very pleased. And as such, you deserve his... 'best treatment'."
As soon as he said that, he leaned in again, pressing his lips against Datashrike's, his kiss deeper this time. His tongue explored their mouth slowly, his servos caressing their frame and almost pinning them to the table. He continued kissing them for a good while, until he slowly pulled away, licking his lips to savor more of Datashrike.
"I love your taste..."; he says, his voice not betraying his desire. "You're delicious."
He places his servo on their faceplate.
"I'd love to keep doing this with you... my dear. Would you let me have you?"
"Of course you may, my emperor." They replied, all but breathless from the kiss.
Their frame was...getting very warm at this point, and a heavy blush was upon their face. A hand still lingered on his, so much smaller. Letting him touch them as he well pleased.
"And whatever you want me to do, I'll do without question."
Megatron felt their frame starting to warm up, which made him even more eager to get on.
"Excellent. I'll make sure you don't regret your decision... sweetspark."
He carefully scoops Datashrike into his arms and begins to take them to his private quarters. As soons as they arrived, Megatron locked the door and carefully places Datashrike on his berth. He usually is brutal when taking his partners to his quarters, but with Data, things are different. He wants to take his time.
He climbs onto the berth, staying on top of Datashrike. He starts making out with them again, his kisses getting more hungry like his touches. He caresses all Datashrike's frame, paying special attention to any sensitive spots he finds.
"Oh, you feel so good..."; he whispers seductively to them.
He starts to bite and lick their neck, his servo slowly moving down to touch their forge, caressing it with his digits.
"Mmm... you're so wet for me."; he whispers again, licking his digits to taste Datashrike. He removes his lower armor, showing his erection.
Datashrike wriggled pleasantly, marveling at his size. And it had been a while...still, they were eager for this. Spreading their legs obediently and leaning into to once more give their Emperor a kiss across his knuckles. And another, slightly more biting kiss across his shoulder and neck. Just to show their excitement and acceptance.
"I am, my Emperor. Take me however way you want, I want this." They muttered thickly, all warm and wet for him.
He groaned in pleasure with their bite. He loved that, and even encouraged Datashrike to do it more. He returns the affection by giving them more kisses and bites on their neck, licking his own bite marks on it. He pulled away slightly, looking at Datashrike below him on the bed, his optics glowing in desire.
"I'll make you feel so good."; he promises.
Seeing their legs open for him and feeling the wetness and warmth, he couldn't wait any longer. He starts to press his spike into their forge, letting out a deep groan as he fully enters Datashrike.
"Aah... you feel so good and tight..."
He starts to thrust into them, slowly at first. It is even surprising how gentle he is being to them, but with Datashrike, he wants to take his time. As he keeps thrusting, his servos caress their whole frame, leaning down to kiss their mouth deeply.
"Mmm..."
He hums softly in pleasure, then pulls away and starts to kiss and bite their shoulders and neck, picking up the pace gradually, but still being gentle to them. He keeps going for a time, until he starts to get closer to his climax. His thrusts get more deep and faster as he moans louder and louder feeling Datashrike's tightness around him.
After a few more thrusts, he roars loudly, coming undone and feeling Datashrike with his essence. He pants heavily, recovering from this intense moment. He stares deeply at Datashrike's optics, leaning down to capture their mouth in another kiss.
"I loved it. Thank you... for giving me such a wonderful time."
Datashrike reached their limits shortly after him, after having given him so many little noises. Moans, yelps and sighs, all said with his name attached as if worshiping a deity. And to them, perhaps he was in a way. He was the only one they would ever obey without question or concern.
And they accepted his bliss the same way, legs locked around his hips. Encouraging him to stay within them as he pleased. Even after he had finished and had spilled inside of them, their optics were hazy and their hips rode him out. Trying to give him some last, bright sparks of pleasure before they too settled down.
"My Emperor...that was amazing." They moaned out. "This means everything to me."
The Warlord smiled at them, staying inside just a few more minutes before he slowly start to pull out of them. Normally, Megatron doesn't care whether others enjoyed themselves or not, but seeing that Datashrike enjoyed the lovemaking session made him very happy. He feels proud of himself for having managed to give them a good time.
"You were amazing, my dear."
He leans down, placing a tender kiss on their lips.
"Now, please stay here. Let me take proper care of you... my love."
Megatron rises from the berth, leaving his personal quarters. He is gone for only a few minutes before returning with a warm, damp cloth in his servos. He gently spreads Datashrike's legs and carefully cleans them, even checking if they got hurt. After cleaning their legs and forge, he leans down and places a kiss on their valve.
"You're so pretty down here..."
He looks at Data with a gentle gaze, full of love for them.
"I'd love to do this more often with you, my dear Datashrike. If you have me, of course. Now... shall we rest a little together?"
He whispers softly before lying down on the bed and beginning to embrace them. He places a few tender kisses on their helm, keeping them close, his servos gently caressing their body. He closes his optics before whispering once more to them.
Blushing all the while, Datashrike had to hide their charmed smile behind their hand. All this time they'd never thought that this would happen with their beloved Emperor...
They'd been just happy to work and stay competent, honestly. And while Megatron was ABSOLUTELY a handsome and powerful mech, a relationship had never occurred to them.
So this?
And extremely welcome surprised.
"Of course you may, my Emperor." They sighed wistfully. "As often you'd like. We can even do so again tomorrow when we wake up."
Then, boldly, sitting up and sharing a kiss with him, tongue and all. Then another kiss and bow against his knuckles. "I-I love you, my emperor. Always."
Their words certainly pleased the Emperor. When they shared the kiss, Megatron didn't hesitate to kiss them back, cuddling their tongues, moving them in a passionate dance.
"Mmm..."
He groaned against their mouth, his servos caressing Datashrike's frame with the utmost care, worshiping their body. He panted a bit when they pulled away, Megatron giving them a warm smile, his optics showing affection.
"I'd love to have another round with you, sweetspark. I know it will always be a pleasure to do this with you."
He wraps his arms around Datashrike, pulling them closer to himself, being their big spoon while he cuddles with them. He gently grabbed their chin so he can look at their optics as he says:
"Please, you can call me Megatron now, if you want. You're important to me, more than just a loyal Decepticon. Because..."
"I love you, too."
He confesses in an affectionate tone, placing a kiss on the top of their heads. The Emperor feels so calm; it will probably be the best night of his life. Datashrike's confession truly rekindled his spark. He felt so happy to know that they loved him too.
"Sleep well, my love."
He says this as he falls asleep, still embracing his beloved, the one who filled his inner void.
Their optic crinkled in pleasure, a smile extending and showing sharp, pointed fangs. All happiness and post-coital bliss. "Ah, my Emperor. But my Emperor is a title you deserve and should be called."
Their voice was sleepy but still full of desire. Confidence, too, now that the confession had been accepted. Datashrike admitted they'd had a crush on their Lord for quite a while...so to see him return the feelings?
Their spark absolutely fluttered!
This was the time for sleep, however. They were tired and warm now...and clinging to the mech they loved dearly. They kissed him over his spark and drifted off...
Only to surprise him in the morning. With gentle, teasing kisses moving down, down, down...towards his spike. Still uncovered from last night. They wanted to return the affection...
The Emperor certainly had a wonderful night's sleep with his beloved by his side. He had interfaced with other bots before, but had never slept with them or even cuddled with them. This is the first time he has done so, and he doesn't regret it at all.
The next day arrives and Megatron is still asleep. But soon he begins to feel soft kisses on his frame, awakening him from his slumber. To his surprise, he sees his beloved kissing him, and the kisses descend...
"My love?!"
His spark began to pulse rapidly against his chestplate, his spike throbbing with need. Oh, he was already getting excited...
"I intend to." They purred, already moving to wrap their tongue around his spike, giving it a long, savory lick...
All the while taking their time. Making sure he is enjoying himself. Teasing him. Maybe even playing with whatever valve he might have. Anything to give him pleasure and show him that he deserves to be treated like the Emperor he is.
It is a long, intense session. Datashrike is getting extremely excited themself but they hold back, wanting to make sure Megatron finishes. Even if they are actually edging him, just a little...anything to make it last. Anything make him squirm and be wanted.
"Let me know when you are ready to overload for me, my love..." They breathed heavily.
Megatron is clearly having a good time. His beloved is making him feel things he never thought he would feel or appreciate before. His hips keep moving upwards, as if his spike is seeking more contact with Datashrike's mouth and tongue. Even his valve is leaking a little as they play with it.
He continued moaning with pleasure, gripping the berth tightly. He felt his spike throbbing again, overcome by need.
"My love... you're so wonderful..."
"You please me so much. Aah, keep going..." He says in a pleading tone. After the intense session, he lets out a loud groan as he reaches his limit. He breathes heavily, his chestplate rising and falling as his spike and valve leak from the overload.
"My queen... you're so amazing..." He comments as he watches them, his optics burning with desire and love. As soon as he recovered, he began to approach, placing his servos on their shoulders and gently laying them down on the berth. He gives them a slow, deep, and passionate kiss on the mouth before descending with his kisses until he reaches their own valve.
"Would my dear allow me to please them as well?" He says while gently and slowly tracing his digits on their valve. "I believe it's more than fair."
Being such a slender, lithe femme; Mourningstar was easily wrapped up in his hold. It thrilled her greatly to be lifted and pinned up against the wall, letting Megatron explore her frame and make her feel good. Her silhouette canted and arched into his touch, his dermas catching lightly sweet-tasting pearlescent coolant that condensed upon her pale dermamesh the more her temperature increased. Mourningstar’s haunting drawl turned to a more sultry purr as she whimpered and softly moaned under the tyrant’s ministrations.
Her legs trembled as the charge rushed down to her lower body, and she instinctively pressed her thighs together just as a drop of fluorescent pink seeped out from the seams of her interface panel. That suave, seductive tone; his praises and telling her that he was enjoying how she felt in his servos; it ensnared her more under his charms, and she embraced it.
“Y-Yes, my lord… Please…!~” She nodded, wantonly venting from the amorous kiss. “I n-nnneed it… Need you,” Mourningstar granted, retracting her modesty panels to expose the softest parts of her frame.
A pair of swollen, soft fuel pumps with glowing, perky nozzles; and her valve, already puffy and glowing the same shade of hot pink as her face and optics.
Shockwave had warned of an incident from Mourningstar’s file; an outbreak of pheromones, an aphrodisiac that her frame created naturally. Reports of her sweat and salivary coolant, to her lubricant containing something potent enough to cause the whole Iaconian laboratory to spiral into a lustful frenzy. And as things became more heated, the pink miasma grew thicker; strong enough to make a bot get hot.
"Very well. Then I'll make sure it's worthwhile for you."
He says in a seductive tone, once again taking Mourningstar in his arms and carefully laying her on the berth. He hovers over her, licking his lips as he gazes at the femme.
"I never imagined you'd look so beautiful beneath me, baby girl."
His servos once again caress her whole frame, giving attention to the spots where he felt it was more sensitive to her. He leans down, placing kisses and bites on her neck, and even licking the bites after. His servos go up to her chestplate, squeezing it with some force, but he is being gentle not to hurt her, even when he is so aroused and just wants to take her here and now. But the Emperor likes to take his time before going down to business. And when she exposed herself to him...
Oh, he got even more excited.
"Hhmmm... you're so pretty down here."
He wouldn't keep her waiting. The Emperor's helm rested between her thighs and he starts to kiss and lick her valve.
"Mmm... you taste so sweet, my dear. I could get addicted to this." He groaned with pleasure, savoring her slowly and determined to give her a proper overload. As soon as he finished, he removed the lower part of his armor, exposing his already erect spike. He placed the tip of his member at her entrance.
"You better get ready for a wild ride... baby girl."
The close proximity already got her internal fans to kick on as a purr emanated from her engine, and her hot pink blush to deepened when her helm was tenderly turned towards Megatron. It felt right to have her chin perched upon his digit, and feel his dermas gently press against her forehelm.
Then, the question… She could sense his desire, and in turn, her systems reciprocated. The pet name crooned into her audial sent a charge rushing to her interface array, and he could see her red optics slowly turn to a shade of bright pink to match her flushed complexion.
“I-It’d be a privilege to have you visit, m-my lord…” She stammered, allowing rose-colored mist escaping from between her black dermas with each word.
The steam wasn’t just steam… It smelled sweet, and enticing; intoxicating, even.
“You’re always welcome in my quarters.~ I’d love to have your company,” The hybrid purred, practically swooning as she gazed up into his optics.
He smiled, noticing the blush on her cheekplates. Her reaction to his words and touches only intensified his desire. Once more, he placed a kiss on her forehelm, smiling at her.
"Thank you so much, pretty girl. Then allow me to keep you company now. I don't want to wait until tonight."
He closes the door to her quarters before returning to Mourningstar and carefully taking her in his arms. The steam smelled so good, and it was definitely making the Emperor even more eager to do this. He gently pressed her against the wall and began to place light kisses, first on her forehelm and cheekplates. As time passed, he became even bolder, moving down to her neck and placing light kisses and bites there.
"Mmm... it feels so good to touch you, baby girl."
His servos slowly traced her frame, as if he were memorizing every part of her. He pressed her harder against the wall, his kisses traveling down from her neck to her chest.
"Oh, you feel so good..."
He groans against her chest, lifting his helm to look deeply into her optics before taking her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
"Would you allow me to make you feel good, my dear?"
"Y-You don't need to reward me, my Emperor..." They muttered, not at all resisting the touch. They actually would not mind more...but only if Megatron wished it. "My work is my reward enough, I promise."
They did as ordered, leaning back and relaxing against the table they sat upon. He was a big mech and would never have reached optic with him otherwise.
"A-As my Emperor desires." They were glad to return the kiss this time, optics going soft. "I don't need anything, my Emperor. I promise. But you can have me, if you wish. I-I won't tell anyone."
They reached up and directed one of his hands to their lips, kissing his knuckles in supplication.
He won't lie. Megatron's eyes gleam with surprise as Datashrike grabs his servo and kisses his knuckles. Now the Warlord is even more determined to continue...
He stays very close to them, wrapping his arms and servos around their waist, and resting his forehead against theirs.
"You know... your Emperor is very pleased. And as such, you deserve his... 'best treatment'."
As soon as he said that, he leaned in again, pressing his lips against Datashrike's, his kiss deeper this time. His tongue explored their mouth slowly, his servos caressing their frame and almost pinning them to the table. He continued kissing them for a good while, until he slowly pulled away, licking his lips to savor more of Datashrike.
"I love your taste..."; he says, his voice not betraying his desire. "You're delicious."
He places his servo on their faceplate.
"I'd love to keep doing this with you... my dear. Would you let me have you?"
"Of course you may, my emperor." They replied, all but breathless from the kiss.
Their frame was...getting very warm at this point, and a heavy blush was upon their face. A hand still lingered on his, so much smaller. Letting him touch them as he well pleased.
"And whatever you want me to do, I'll do without question."
Megatron felt their frame starting to warm up, which made him even more eager to get on.
"Excellent. I'll make sure you don't regret your decision... sweetspark."
He carefully scoops Datashrike into his arms and begins to take them to his private quarters. As soons as they arrived, Megatron locked the door and carefully places Datashrike on his berth. He usually is brutal when taking his partners to his quarters, but with Data, things are different. He wants to take his time.
He climbs onto the berth, staying on top of Datashrike. He starts making out with them again, his kisses getting more hungry like his touches. He caresses all Datashrike's frame, paying special attention to any sensitive spots he finds.
"Oh, you feel so good..."; he whispers seductively to them.
He starts to bite and lick their neck, his servo slowly moving down to touch their forge, caressing it with his digits.
"Mmm... you're so wet for me."; he whispers again, licking his digits to taste Datashrike. He removes his lower armor, showing his erection.
Datashrike wriggled pleasantly, marveling at his size. And it had been a while...still, they were eager for this. Spreading their legs obediently and leaning into to once more give their Emperor a kiss across his knuckles. And another, slightly more biting kiss across his shoulder and neck. Just to show their excitement and acceptance.
"I am, my Emperor. Take me however way you want, I want this." They muttered thickly, all warm and wet for him.
He groaned in pleasure with their bite. He loved that, and even encouraged Datashrike to do it more. He returns the affection by giving them more kisses and bites on their neck, licking his own bite marks on it. He pulled away slightly, looking at Datashrike below him on the bed, his optics glowing in desire.
"I'll make you feel so good."; he promises.
Seeing their legs open for him and feeling the wetness and warmth, he couldn't wait any longer. He starts to press his spike into their forge, letting out a deep groan as he fully enters Datashrike.
"Aah... you feel so good and tight..."
He starts to thrust into them, slowly at first. It is even surprising how gentle he is being to them, but with Datashrike, he wants to take his time. As he keeps thrusting, his servos caress their whole frame, leaning down to kiss their mouth deeply.
"Mmm..."
He hums softly in pleasure, then pulls away and starts to kiss and bite their shoulders and neck, picking up the pace gradually, but still being gentle to them. He keeps going for a time, until he starts to get closer to his climax. His thrusts get more deep and faster as he moans louder and louder feeling Datashrike's tightness around him.
After a few more thrusts, he roars loudly, coming undone and feeling Datashrike with his essence. He pants heavily, recovering from this intense moment. He stares deeply at Datashrike's optics, leaning down to capture their mouth in another kiss.
"I loved it. Thank you... for giving me such a wonderful time."
Datashrike reached their limits shortly after him, after having given him so many little noises. Moans, yelps and sighs, all said with his name attached as if worshiping a deity. And to them, perhaps he was in a way. He was the only one they would ever obey without question or concern.
And they accepted his bliss the same way, legs locked around his hips. Encouraging him to stay within them as he pleased. Even after he had finished and had spilled inside of them, their optics were hazy and their hips rode him out. Trying to give him some last, bright sparks of pleasure before they too settled down.
"My Emperor...that was amazing." They moaned out. "This means everything to me."
The Warlord smiled at them, staying inside just a few more minutes before he slowly start to pull out of them. Normally, Megatron doesn't care whether others enjoyed themselves or not, but seeing that Datashrike enjoyed the lovemaking session made him very happy. He feels proud of himself for having managed to give them a good time.
"You were amazing, my dear."
He leans down, placing a tender kiss on their lips.
"Now, please stay here. Let me take proper care of you... my love."
Megatron rises from the berth, leaving his personal quarters. He is gone for only a few minutes before returning with a warm, damp cloth in his servos. He gently spreads Datashrike's legs and carefully cleans them, even checking if they got hurt. After cleaning their legs and forge, he leans down and places a kiss on their valve.
"You're so pretty down here..."
He looks at Data with a gentle gaze, full of love for them.
"I'd love to do this more often with you, my dear Datashrike. If you have me, of course. Now... shall we rest a little together?"
He whispers softly before lying down on the bed and beginning to embrace them. He places a few tender kisses on their helm, keeping them close, his servos gently caressing their body. He closes his optics before whispering once more to them.
Blushing all the while, Datashrike had to hide their charmed smile behind their hand. All this time they'd never thought that this would happen with their beloved Emperor...
They'd been just happy to work and stay competent, honestly. And while Megatron was ABSOLUTELY a handsome and powerful mech, a relationship had never occurred to them.
So this?
And extremely welcome surprised.
"Of course you may, my Emperor." They sighed wistfully. "As often you'd like. We can even do so again tomorrow when we wake up."
Then, boldly, sitting up and sharing a kiss with him, tongue and all. Then another kiss and bow against his knuckles. "I-I love you, my emperor. Always."
Their words certainly pleased the Emperor. When they shared the kiss, Megatron didn't hesitate to kiss them back, cuddling their tongues, moving them in a passionate dance.
"Mmm..."
He groaned against their mouth, his servos caressing Datashrike's frame with the utmost care, worshiping their body. He panted a bit when they pulled away, Megatron giving them a warm smile, his optics showing affection.
"I'd love to have another round with you, sweetspark. I know it will always be a pleasure to do this with you."
He wraps his arms around Datashrike, pulling them closer to himself, being their big spoon while he cuddles with them. He gently grabbed their chin so he can look at their optics as he says:
"Please, you can call me Megatron now, if you want. You're important to me, more than just a loyal Decepticon. Because..."
"I love you, too."
He confesses in an affectionate tone, placing a kiss on the top of their heads. The Emperor feels so calm; it will probably be the best night of his life. Datashrike's confession truly rekindled his spark. He felt so happy to know that they loved him too.
"Sleep well, my love."
He says this as he falls asleep, still embracing his beloved, the one who filled his inner void.
Their optic crinkled in pleasure, a smile extending and showing sharp, pointed fangs. All happiness and post-coital bliss. "Ah, my Emperor. But my Emperor is a title you deserve and should be called."
Their voice was sleepy but still full of desire. Confidence, too, now that the confession had been accepted. Datashrike admitted they'd had a crush on their Lord for quite a while...so to see him return the feelings?
Their spark absolutely fluttered!
This was the time for sleep, however. They were tired and warm now...and clinging to the mech they loved dearly. They kissed him over his spark and drifted off...
Only to surprise him in the morning. With gentle, teasing kisses moving down, down, down...towards his spike. Still uncovered from last night. They wanted to return the affection...
The Emperor certainly had a wonderful night's sleep with his beloved by his side. He had interfaced with other bots before, but had never slept with them or even cuddled with them. This is the first time he has done so, and he doesn't regret it at all.
The next day arrives and Megatron is still asleep. But soon he begins to feel soft kisses on his frame, awakening him from his slumber. To his surprise, he sees his beloved kissing him, and the kisses descend...
"My love?!"
His spark began to pulse rapidly against his chestplate, his spike throbbing with need. Oh, he was already getting excited...
