Fortress Maximus sat back in his chair, glancing over the security screens. He tugged a gun free of a holster and started cleaning it, wiping it down almost lazily. Every criminal was still tucked into their cells. At least, the ones that remained, he grumbled under his breath. Several had been pardened thanks to that Reintegration Act.
One particular femme had been released. She'd been caught at the end of the war, so she wasn't held long before being released. Sadly, she had nowhere to go. Her amica was still missing and wasn't answering her calls, so she'd decided to stay and assist him at the prison.
He glanced up as the pretty pink and purple seeker knocked on the door, spotting her standing outside with a tray of treats and a cube of energon. She glanced up at the camera and smiled, her wings flicking upwards.
She was also a hell of a willing frag, he mused as he commanded the door open, turning to face her. "Have you eaten yet?"
She smiled sheepishly, carefully setting the tray on the wide desk. "I had a few small things, but I got a cube for myself too."
He nodded, taking his bigger cube. "Good. Have you been flying recently?"
She shook her head, carefully sitting on the edge on the desk. "No, but I'm alright. I've been keeping busy around the prison."
He settled back as he drank his energon, looking at her. "The next supply ship will be here in a few cycles, you can go back to Cybertron then."
She nodded, sipping her energon. "That sounds nice. Won't you miss me?"
He rolled his eyes at her amused tone, glancing over the monitors. "Mh, one less mech for me to worry about. Especially a spike-needy one like you."
She lightly pouted, looking away from him as she swallowed down a gel. "Uh huh, according to some longer term prisoners you've been in a better mood. Anyway, one last good hard frag? Wanna fill me up again~?"
He smirked at her.
They moved from the security office to Fort Max's personal habsuite. Cascade held in his arms, her sharp claws tenderly teasing his helm fins. He kissed her deeply, holding her up in one arm and tracing one large digit between her wings. She was just so thin, two of his big digits fit perfectly in the spce between her wings.
He laid back, setting her on top of his heated panel. "Why don't you ride me a bit? And then I'll treat you like the little slut you area."
She mewled softly, her already exposed valve grinding against his heated panel. "Gonna make me work for your spike again?" She was used to his blunt commands; he was simply bad at soft words.
He gripped her hips and held her in place, letting his panel slide away and his pressurize directly into her awaiting valve. She moaned at the sudden stretch and arched out some, gripping his chest plating tightly. She sank down on the spike fully, her wet valve easily slicking the way.
He settled back, lightly smirking at her and thrusting his hips upwards into her. "Well?"
She moaned and started moving, bracing her hands against his chest. She moved at a steady pace, her valve stretching around his thik spike. Her wings stood up staight, spread out wide.
He rested one hand on her smooth thigh, propping up his head with his other arm. He watched as her plating stretch, the head of his spike making an outline everytime she sank low. She was always a sight; either under or above him. A truly gorgeous seeker.
How she ended up with the 'Cons was a mystery, but he didn't linger on the thought for long.
He tightened his grip on her thigh and thrusted up into her, earning himself a louder moan, her optics flickering and brightening. He smirked and did it again, starting a slow, steady pace. She moaned loudly, still grinding her hips.
Cascade gasped loudly when the world moved quickly, finding herself face down in the berth and Fortress Maximus thrusting into her quickly. She moaned into the pillow and gripped it tightly, arching into him.
He pressed one strong hand between her wings, almost forcing her wings to angle down to lighten the pressure. He grunted as he quickly thrusted into her, chasing his own overload. Her overload came swiftly and suddenly, her valve tightening around his spike as lubricant was pushed out by his spike, dripping onto the berth.
He groaned loudly as he thrusted roughly severeal times, his transfluid filling her valve He slowly pumped his hips a few more times, feeling some transfluid slide out of her. She mewled softly as he slowly pulled out, a glob of his transfluid following him and dripping onto the berth like drool.
He smirked and caught the next glob, rubbing it across her wet valve. His lone digit was large enough to be a spike compared to her little frame. He looked down at her, seeing her peer at him with bright optics.
"Oh we're not done yet. Your night's only begun."
She mewled softly when he pushed his tansfluid back into her with his digit. One good load from him often filled her up. A whole night?
Oh, she's in for a long messy night tonight.