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"Sh-shit! That's cold!"
"You want me to warm it up?" Blackout had a terrible grin on his voice, dipping his finger into the container of energon again, then running the wet tip across the little human's belly once more, winding up between her legs, rubbing the fluid teasingly over her skin. Calle squirmed and grabbed hold of the nearest object - the mech's wrist, and the ground above her head. The damned helo wasn't being very fair. That liquid, acid pink and reeking of fuel and cough syrup TINGLED. And when he went to lick it OFF...
"Better hope 'Cade doesn't see you," Calle growled, shifting her body to get away from the sticky, snake-like appendage that slithered from between Blackout's insectoid mandibles, its tip dancing along her shoulder.
"Don't you mean, 'Better hope 'Cade doesn't see CALLE,'?" Blackout rumbled bassily as he lapped up the lingering traces of energon, glossa sliding over the woman's bare body. He scented the heat off the human, and it sent something inside himself off. Calle was halfway in between glaring at him and eye-fucking him - the helo was huge, bigger than Barricade, holding a lot more... potential... for things to get interesting.
Blackout shifted his weight, leaning over Calle fully now, optics offlined, resting on an arm and lapping at pale flesh. Calle attempted to stare up into the evening sky, trying to ignore the fact she was getting a tongue bath from a giant robot but -- she shrieked when the wiry tongue wriggled against her thighs, the helo nuzzling his way between her legs. He was about as relenting as a rock in a storm, and held her thrashing form down with one phlange, gently plucking at her leg to get more leeway.
He laved at her thighs momentarily before sliding up, lashing at her crotch, unawaredly stimulating the woman and gaining a thin whine from her when he found himself tasting something much more primal and organic on his glossa. Crimson optics unshuttered halfway and he watched her - Calle's own face pinched in sensation, eyes closed and skin blushed warmly. She was making the most undistenguished noises a human could make, as he rubbed his glossa against that small leaking spot of hers, tasting her more - and WANTING more.
"Ghhn," Blackout shifted, wrapping his hand beneath the girl, posing her effectively, awkwardly, to his needs. She started to object, but was effectively silenced as he licked at her again, stroking his thumb along her body. She grabbed hold of his fingers, half curled up and half spread-eagle, as the helo delved the devilish serpent of a tongue into her, bumps and ridges distinct with each inch she was speared with.
"Augh!" Calle squirmed and twisted, trying to get away from the horny mech, but was stopped by the cage of his claws, and just made the scene worse when one leg got hooked around his pinky. She bit his finger, and he retaliated with a particularly deep thrust, and begin to squirm the slimy appendage in the MOST interesting ways. He ex-vented hotly against her; something was riling him up - like the resonant energy of another randy mech - but different.
Calle clawed at Blackout's palm for a long, tense moment, and she clamped her thighs around his glossa, hips rising and rolling in course with the ALIVE thing that was penetrating her. Despite the physical pleasure, there was something electric... right.. THERE! Calle moaned, uselssly, and trembled as she peaked, and fell just as fast. She looked hesitantly at Blackout, who lapped at her cream like the damned proverbial cat, an all-too-satisfied look on his features.
"I hope you're happy." Calle grumbled, blowing a wry lock of hair out of her face as she was 'nuzzled'. Blackout chuckled darkly, amused.
"Definitely. I'm one up on that idiot Barricade."
Blackout snickered, despite the kick he recieved right in the center of his cheveron.