Tarn softly purred as he soaked in the hot shower, washing off the grime from another successful hunt. A three-for-one deal, even! Saved him quite a bit of time instead of hunting them one by one.
He sighed happily, tilting his head back before turning off the solvent. He was thoroughly cleaned. It wasn't that messy of a kill, either. What a relief. He was so tired from all the mess and grime.
He dried off and settled down on his plush berth. He smiled sleepily, settling down on his pillows. The Nuke was well out of his system and the high from his hunt was gone. Megatron would be proud of him... clearing out the List one by one.
Tarn contently fell into recharge, thoughts of Megatron praise filling his processor.
Tarn laid back in the plush berth, his mask off and his panels open. Megatron stood at the foot of the bed, a wide smirk pulling at his lips and revealing hidden fangs. He moved forward, kneeling on the bed and crawling over him.
Megatron's beautiful big frame covered his, his red eyes glowing brightly in the dim lighting. "You've done so well, my lovely siren. The entire List! I'm so proud of you."
Tarn nodded slightly, his vents hitching slightly. "Thank you, my lord. I would do anything to please you."
Megatron chuckled softly, trailing his claws along his frame. He allowed them to snag into Tarn's plating. "You've pleased me so well, my little Tarn. Or, should I say, Damus?"
Tarn gasped softly at Megatron's deep purr, arching up when Megatron dragged his claws over his chest plates. He felt so much smaller under Megatron, his entire frame felt smaller. He was not Tarn here, he was Damus. So much smaller under his powerful lord.
Megatron chuckled, a low deep sound in his chest. "Reveal yourself to me."
Tarn nodded slightly, letting both his chest plates and interface panel slide away. His spark chamber and his array exposed for his lord's pleasure. He kept his spike tucked away; he would only allow it to extend if his master wanted to use it.
Megatron smirked widely, tenderly circling his claw around the closed spark chamber. "Such a good follower you are, so loyal. I'll allow you to extend your spike, my dear Damus."
Damus took a deep invent, feeling his optics water as he extended his spike. Transfluid dribbled out the tip. His lord was so kind and generous to his followers. More importantly, to him. He had worked so hard for his lord's praises and attention, it was finally getting paid off.
Megatron slid his sharp, dangerous, beautiful claws away from his spark chamber to dip into his awaiting valve. His valve was already wet and relaxed; his frame preparing itself for his lord. He slid two of those claws into his awaiting valve, easily pumping his fingers.
Megatron purred softly as he pumped his digits in Damus's valve. "I could probably frag you now, you're so wet and loose for me."
Damus moaned softly and nodded. "Anything for you, my lord."
Megatron pulled his digits out of his valve, sliding up and lining up his big, hard spike with his valve. Damus moaned at the spike sliding across his valve and spread his legs wider. He would always be accepting of his lord's spike, taking only pleasure in what his lord allowed him.
Megatron slowly slid in, groaning softly as Damus tilited his head back with a low moan. "Oh, you're so wet and warm and tight. Your valve takes my spike so well~."
Damus moaned softly, arching up some into him. "Yes! Your spike feels so perfect, my lord!"
Megatron simply smirked and started moving his hips slowly. Damus gripped the berth under him, soft moans escaping his vocalizer. His spike leaked steadily against his lower plating, curved under his lord's pelvic plating and rubbing against it with every long, deep thrust.
Megatron slowly and steadily fucked his valve, simply enjoying what was his to enjoy. Yes, Damus was his to use and enjoy as he saw fit. Damus existed to please and serve his lord. He had been so loyal, doing everything he lord needed and serving to his best abilities. Even Deathsaurus was punished for stealing one of Lord Megatron's War Worlds!
Damus moaned louder as he felt his charge rising and Megatron ggently cradle his spark chamber. "Open for me, Damus. Expose yourself to me."
Damus opened his spark chamber, bright purple glowing up. Megatron's claws dipped in, tangling themselves in tendrils of raw spark energy. Damus couold feel his spark twirling faster, energon rushing through his audials.
Damus felt everything so much. Megatron's claws dipping dangerously in his spark, Megatron's spike pressing against his ceiling node with every thrust, Megatron's smooth plating rubbing against his own spike.
It was too much and, yet, not enough. He just needed a bit more and he would overload. It felt shameful to overload before his lord, but everything felt just so good.
He couldn't help himself, his overload was just coming too swiftly.
Tarn jolted out of recharge, panting heavily and feeling too large for his body. He looked around quickly, slowly raising his hand to touch his bare face. His scar was still there.
He was still Tarn.
He took a deep breath, looking down at himself and almost grimacing at his hard and leaking spike. Of course...
He let out a groan, sinking back into his berth. Of course it was just a dream. He stiill had the List to complete and work needed to be done before he could please his lord.