Cascade curled up in Predaking's nest, his large wing covering her. He nuzzled her neck lazily, rumbling softly. She smiled softly, halfway into recharge as he cuddled her.
One large claw rubbed over her torso, lowering his head to rub between her wings. He stuck his glossa out, licking the bases slowly. She shuddered, squirming some and onlining an optic to look at him.
"We coud use a proper bath."
He slowly stretched out and pulled away to transform, leaning on his side. "Yes, but then you wouldn't smell so good any longer."
She shifted to lay on her back, smiling up at him. "Well, I heard the bots are getting some proper plumbing working. Want me to see if there's a bath large enough for all of us?"
Skylynx peered over Darksteel, his ears flicking up. Darksteel nodded. "All of us would be best suited."
She nodded and sat up. "It won't take me long to check. I'll be back soon I promise."
Predaking nodded and gently cupped her cheek, guiding her into a kiss. "We'll wait for you, my sweet."
She smiled and stood up, carefully stepping out the nest and past Darksteel and Skylynx.
Cascade relaxed into Predaking as he carried her back to the nest, their frames smelling fresh and still relaxed from their bath. Skylynx and Darksteel had joined them and cleaned off at her insistence, but were quick to leave afterward.
She smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Wanna rescent me?"
He nodded, a light smirk tugging at his lips. "I was planning on it."
She giggled softly, hugging his shoulders. "Thank you."
He walked back into their home, a hidden cave tucked away from the city, near the now abandoned graveyard of the other predacons. The nest was a melted down nest of metals padded with stray cloths found from old buildings.
He gently set her down in the nest and transformed, circling her slowly. He stretched out and lowered his helm, nuzzling her frame. She relaxed back and stretched out, settling back against the old cloths.
He rumbled softly, his wings spreading out as he slowly nuzzled against her frame, glossa sneaking out every now and again to lick at her. She relaxed, her frame heating up as he slid his glossa into sensitive seams around her neck.
She opened her panel when his head lowered to her hips, his glossa sliding against her hip joints. He slowly dragged his glossa along her valve, drawing a soft moan from her. She shifted her hips upward, angling her valve towards him.
He slowly lapped at her valve several times before slipping it inside her valve, feeling her calipers fluttering around his glossa. He kept moving his glossa, wiggling it deeper inside her with every thrust. He tilted his head, curling it slightly to rub against her hidden nodes.
She moaned, curling her fingers in his horns. He spread his wings upward, covering her frame and holding her frame down. She rocked her hips some, hooking her legs around his neck.
He rumbled softly, easily bringing her to overload. He pulled away slowly, leaning up to lightly flick his tongue over her intake. She smiled, hugging his long neck with her arms and legs, opening her intake and returning his sloppy kiss.
He settled on top of her, carefully keeping the bulk of his weight on his large pedes. Her field and scent both mingled with his own, blanketing them both in the comfort of each other.