His mind wondered over the scene as if he were looking at it from a third person point of view. She still lay there timid and even slightly shaking. He had been there before so many years ago, but this time it was different something about her drove him, it wasn't just some fling he'd have and walk off. He felt her hand on his rod as it pulsed with life. Her restraint was to be admired he could feel her tremble but she refused to give into it.

Prizm felt on fire, she had thought about this and what she would do, even asked about what to do only no one knew exactly most mechs were each different. She tried to get the questions out of her mind as his pace started to speed up again. His heated breath came in short strong winds as he fought to control his systems. She knew he would not let her off so easily and cum here like this, but still she loved having him over her, it didn't matter how.

He felt the heat throbbing within, and slowed down his body slowly moving backward over her, his rod moving away and out of her hand. She took a sharp breath and knew what was to come next. He kissed her on the lips slowly, then down the side of her jaw line to her audio again.

"It will hurt I cannot help that."

She was a little surprised, she knew that from the start, and then confirmed it when she held his rod. He kissed her again just behind the audio repeating what he had done only a moment ago. He had done this many times and even then some femmes could not handle it. They would writhe and scream, but back then he didn't care, he wanted what he believed was his and took it.

Prizm grabbed the blanket hoping it would help serve as a tool to calm her. Her systems begging for cooling air as she held her breath waiting to feel that first bit of pain.
He lifted one of her legs slowly kissing it from ankle to the knee, as he kneeled closer and his rod brushed against her now dripping port.

He could feel her tremble even more and wondered how much she had actually been suppressing. He could not help the pain that came with it, though he did know that she had enough lubrication that it would not be as bad as it could have been. He attempted to draw her attention with his kisses as he let the hot air from his systems flow out onto the lightly damp spots that were remnants from his kisses.

She could have nearly melted. His touch was so soft and so smooth; her optics turned them selves of as she let him calm her. It actually helped. She could feel the tremors start to subside until he pushed forward. The tip of his rod slid onto then over her port getting a slick coat of lubrication as it did.

Her sensors seemed to overload as his rod passed over and rubbed her sensor. She could feel how it had calmed her, but at the same time made her want more instinctively she lifted her hips wanting it to slide along her outer sensor again. As Megatron pulled back he put his free hand on his rod pushing it down lightly watching her arch in delight as it added to the pressure on her sensor. As the tip brushed by and the sensation subsided Prizm relaxed with a whimper, it was good he had not done anything to her but rub her, but it was so good.

Feeling her finally get comfortable he pressed his rod down farther aiming it for her gap. He pushed forward still lightly kissing her calf, as the tip of his rod began to slide into her. Prizm felt his intent her hand grabbing the blanket into a ball within her fist. She grit her dental plates hard promising herself she would do her best not to cry. Her high pitched whine leaked out from between her teeth as he pushed a little farther in she could feel the resistance of the seal and knew this would be it.

He knew that it would be momentary, that the pain would subside, but the best way would be quick and sharp. He held himself there feeling her start to tremble again her top dental plate bit down over her lower lip. He took one breath and thrust forward all the way down to the hilt feeling her tense as the seal broke allowing him access.

She panted not willing to let herself show him she was weak, her lip bled a little trickle into her mouth as she bit down on it harder. Both of her hands held on one with the blanket now with her fingers peaking through having ripped their way out. The other one had found its way to the edge of the bed where her imprints now dug in. Her whimpers starting to subside as she breathed.

He didn't move knowing her cables were still adjusting; he started again to kiss her leg this time also nipping at it. His rod pulsed with want, but his self discipline refused its wants as he looked her over. Her shakes were gone but her back was still arched, and her breaths short. It would be another few moments before he would start his slow even pattern. His free hand traced her knee joint just outlining the area he was moving to next.

Not knowing what as going to happen next she was scared to move, would it hurt again? Would the pain be worse? She didn't want to go any farther if there would be, it would be impossible to keep from crying. She took a few longer breaths cooling her heated systems;her eyes wide, her hands had moved to his forearms. Others had talked about how good things were she knew it had to get better at some point.

Feeling her cables finally start to give way, he pulled back slowly, the taunt cables allowing him to pull nearly completely out. Just as slow he pushed forward again.
Prizm prepared herself for it, but it did not come. It was slightly uncomfortable but the initial pain was all but cried out a second time, and he stilled.

"More?" he whispered, his voice raw.

"Yes," she breathed. He moved once more, and stilled again.

she groaned. her body accepting him… Oh, how she wanted this.

"Again?" he breathed.

"Yes." she nearly begged.

He moved, but this time he didn't stop. He shifted onto his elbows so she could feel his weight on her, holding her down. He moved slowly at first, easing himself in and out of her. As she grew accustomed to the feeling, her hips slowly moved to meet his. He spead up. She moaned, and he pounded on, picking up speed, merciless, a relentless rhythm, she met his thrusts. He grasped her head between his hands and kissed her hard, his dental plate pulling at her lower lip. He shifted slightly, and she could feel something building deep with in her. She started to stiffen as he thrust on and on. Her body quivered, bowed, a sheen of coolant gathered on her. She didn't know it would feel like this… didn't know it would feel as good as couldn't think of anything... there was only sensation... only him... only her… oh yes… she stiffened.

"Come for me, Prizm," he whispered breathlessly, and she became unglued at his words, exploding around him as she climaxed .

"Ahh...Megatron." She panted and as he came, he called out her name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he emptied himself into her.

She was still panting, trying to slow her intakes, her thumping spark, her thoughts are in disarray. Wow.