Tarn strolled into Deathsarus' latest dwelling almost too casually. A few nameless bots walked past him, muttering softly, but he ignored it. Not worth his time, he needed to speak to the self-proclaimed Emperor.

He walked into the main room, optics locking onto the femme sitting in Deathsaurus' lap. She was a pretty Seeker, dark purple with lighter purple accents, sharp claws, perky wings. Wings with shiny, silver chains dangling between circular piercings.

He faltered slightly, continuing a slower walk closer to Deathsaurus, who swallowed another energon gel offered by her. To pierce a Seeker's wings was one thing, rare as it was, but they were almost always studs. Never anything that could potentially be grabbed. The chains connecting them would prevent transformation from happening, along with fully emoting.

Deathsaurus licked his upper lip, leaning back, one big servo resting on her lower back, practically wrapping around her hip. "I've been expecting you."

Tarn nodded slightly, forcing his optics to meet his. "Well, we did send a message. I assume you have the parts we need?"

Deathsaurus nodded, dipping the tips of his claws in the seams of her plating. She responded with a faint flicker of her optics, one of her servos reaching up to tease some of his plating in return. "They were terribly hard to collect, Tarn. I expect payment upfront."

Tarn couldn't help but look back at the Seeker, her digits dipping and teasing hidden nodes under heavy plating. "Of course. We have raw energon and excess medical supplies."

Deathsaurus lightly smirked, sliding his other servo down from her knee to between her legs, teasing her inner thighs. Tarn's optics flickered over to follow that servo. "Are you interested in my little Seeker, Tarn? I never took you for one to care for flight frames."

Tarn looked up at him, straightening his shoulders. "Just in those piercings and chains. I never took you for one to take prisoners."

Deathsaurus chuckled softly, moving his servo from her hip to tug at the thin chains. She gasped softly and pressed her face against his arm, tightening her grip on his plating. The bowl of energon gels balanced precariously in her lap. "She was a peace offering so I wouldn't send my bots to destroy their home. I've never been one to turn down a gift, especially once we got her all cleaned up."

Tarn nodded slightly, watching as Deathsaurus tugged again, her back arching in response. "Of course not. Anyway, we were discussing business."

Deathsaurus let go of the chain to grab the bowl, setting it on the floor beside the throne. "Only raw energon and medical supplies? I can get more parts with less effort. Especially with how many bodies piled up at the expense of the parts you requested."

Tarn tried not to stare as Deathsaurus pulled the Seeker to sit facing him, her legs spread over his and her interface panel open. "Of course, but these are more along the lines of medical tools. Scalpels, patches, Nickel made a list."

Deathsaurus rested his cheek in his servo, looking almost bored as his other teased at her valve, claws tracing around the swollen node. She squirmed and softly whined, reaching up to grip his shoulders as she looked at him. "Then, give me the list."

Tarn swiftly retrieved the list from his subspace, her soft moans and whines nearly echoing in the empty room. He cleared his throat out of habit and started reading off the list, relaxing some as he had something else to focus on.

Deathsaurus continued teasing her valve, never dipping his claws in deeper than the first joint. She whined and moaned and squirmed, claws reaching for anything that would potentially give her more. He half-listened to Tarn's listing, staring intently at the tank. There was the faintest noise of cooling fans spinning and steam escaped in tiny vents in an attempt to be as discreet as possible.

Deathsaurus tilted his head slightly as she slid her digits along his neck, rubbing and massaging almost frantically. Her wings were pinned between his chest and her back, the chains preventing them from spreading out. It was almost torture to keep her like that. Her field betrayed her, however, only pure arousal and heat rolling off her in heady waves.

Tarn finally finished and looked up at the same time a loud gasp filled the room. The Seeker was arched out, her servos latching on tightly to Deathsaurus' neck. A quick glance down had his engine giving a loud rev. Deathsaurus had his spike embedded in her valve.

She panted and moaned softly, moving her hips in a slow circle as Deathsaurus spoke, "That sounds like a fair enough trade. Would you like to finish the show?"

Tarn curled his digits tightly as he stared up at the bigger mech, his cooling fans on their highest setting. "I assume I'd have to provide some form of payment and I do have repairs to oversee."

Deathsaurus wrapped one arm around her waist, easily lifting her up until only the tip of his spike remained inside her. "It's a free show." He suddenly dropped her, a loud moan echoing the room and lubricant practically gushing around the ridged spike. Ridged with short studs between every plate, Tarn faintly realized.

Tarn took a step forward, looking up at him. "Truly?"

Deathsaurus lifted her again, the chains clinking softly against his chest plating. "No strings attached. Look at how her pretty little valve swallows my spike. It's as if she was made for this."

Tarn stepped closer as she was dropped, another loud moan leaving her. "Her biolights make for quite the sight."

Deathsaurus nodded, easily lifting her again. "All natural. Not a single mod, except for the bolt and a larger lubricant resevoir."

Tarn almost felt disgusted at her loud moan, Deathsaurus lifting her again as her head thunked back against his chest loudly. "Wise decisions, I'm sure." Talking about a living femme as if she were a drone or a toy. Disgusting. And, yet, his engine rumbled in approval when she overloaded again, static filling her moan.

She slumped back into Deathsaurus as he continued moving her, both servos on her wasit. Deathsaurus kept moving her, her valve making wet, sloppy noises as he fucked into her, using her like a toy. Her optics were off and her intake hanging loose, giving the appearance of recharge. If it wasn't for the static-filled moans that continued to leave her vocalizer.

Deathsaurus overloaded soon with a low growl, his wings flaring outwards, scraping the chair with a terrible screech. Tarn jolted slightly, venting heavily as his interface panel was uncomfortably wet. Deathsaurus held her close, transfluid dribbling out and hitting the floor to mix with the lubricant.

Tarn straightened up, actively slowing his vents when Deathsaurus looked at him. "I should take my leave."

Deathsaurus waved a servo, settling back in his throne, visibly relaxed. "Carry on. Inform the drones the deal is done and collect what you need."

Tarn couldn't leave fast enough.

Cascade smiled almost tiredly at Deathsaurus, reaching up to lightly cup his cheek in her servo as the door slid shut behind Tarn. "I'm almost sad he didn't join us."

Deathsaurus lightly shrugged, lifting her to let his spike slide back into its' sheath. She let out a soft moan, visibly shuddering as transfluid leaked out of her valve. He tugged the magnetic clips from her wings, gathering the thin chains in his servo. "Perhaps a different angle would best entice him. Until then, you are all mine."

She giggled softly, nuzzling back into him. "All yours."