XIV.
Mine
Her heart flutters in her chest as she lets herself be held by Megatron while sitting on his lap. Every now and then, she would pinch herself.
Persephone needed to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
His digits, although sharp, gently scratched her scalp. Only then did she understood why felines or canines loved getting their heads scratched. Slowly, as if afraid that she would wake up, Persephone looks up only to see glowing red eyes staring at her.
She gives him a toothy grin. Persephone opens her mouth to speak, but closes it.
"Something troubles you." Megatron said and she could feel him rumble beneath her. To finally know that she's the center of his attention because they were both romantically involved with each other was making her feel things that had butterflies flutter in her belly.
"I didn't think that you had another holoform," Persephone replied, tapping at his chassis to emphasise that she was talking about the one he was using right now.
Megatron chuckled. "You didn't ask," He answered as he smiled at her, and she laughed at his response.
Persephone laid her head on his chassis, hearing the machinery beneath work as if this was his actual body. She was never one for mechanics or system stuff, but she marveled in the sounds that his body makes as weird as it sounded. Her eyes looks in the distance.
"Megatron?" She says close to a whisper. "What are we now?"
"We are lovers now, are we not?" He questioned her back, but he looked as if he wanted to say more. Persephone smiled at him as her cheeks warmed.
"Yeah we are, but..." She sighed. "I've... never done this with an alien being before."
"I have not, either." He said. "Perhaps, to satisfy both our expectations, let us merge each other's courting processes. What do you think?"
"That sounds chaotic." Persephone chuckled. "But I think it's worth the shot."
But they both lay there in the field beneath the open sky, enjoying each other's company. If she was being honest, it was weird to be with Megatron without having to hide her feelings. And, according to him, they were already lovers.
It meant that they were officially a couple.
God she hoped he meant it like that.
Persephone propped herself on her elbows so she can gazed down on Megatron whom was looking at her with those hellfire optics of his. In the darkness, where the heavens witnessed their blooming feelings for each other, his face was close.
She smiled at him before lowering herself, placing her lips on to his for another kiss. It was a dream come true, a fantasy turned reality. One of the very being that she had loved also returned her feelings.
Persephone just couldn't get enough of him.
So, she made the most of it.
It was strange when she kissed him. His lips weren't exactly that soft like that of a human's lips would, it was hard and metal and yet it was by far the most tender and gentle kiss she had experienced in her whole life. You know how when you kiss someone and they have that distinct taste? Megatron had his own, as well.
For Persephone, it tasted so good.
And if she could, she would kiss him for eternity until she rots as flowers and other types of plants grow in her place. His sharp teeth grazed her bottom lip and she resisted the urge to moan in his mouth.
Her heart beats faster and faster in her chest as she pulled away to catch her breath, but Megatron rises from where he lies and runs after her face by grabbing it gently and kissing her once more.
His hands wandered around her waist and then she was hoisted up on to his lap as their lips locked on to each other like a magnet.
Megatron's tongue melts with hers and it ignited this flame—this blazing hot fire—that urged the ropes of self restrain from herself to burn into ashes. The pools of lust in her core unfurls from itself as it spreads around her entire body.
They were moving too fast.
It felt like they were moving too fast.
But Persephone loved the thrill of it all, so instead of holding back she steps on the gas to accelerate their little... activity.
Besides, that was the only thing she knew—to give herself.
When she pulls away from his kiss, Persephone's head drop backwards, gasping for air in a pitiful attempt to catch her breath while the Decepticon warlord latched his lips onto her neck and when the sudden pleasure from him hits her, the most obscene moan leaves her lips.
That seemed to surprise her as she covered her lips with her hand.
The warlord jumps in surprise at her actions. She looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you alright?" Megatron asked as his digits grazed the spot where he had his lips before. "My apologies, I didn't mean to get carried away."
"No, no," Persephone said as she looked away embarrassed. "I... um... I‐er... I just‐... When you did that it felt... good."
Shyly, she looked back at him to see him grinning down at her and oh god when he looks down at her with those glowing red eyes of his, her mind just goes blank–
"That's good to hear." Megatron purred as he plants a kiss on both of her eyes after she closed them. "It seems too late to ask, but I want to know that you and I... that we both want this. Do I have your consent, my Persephone?"
"Of course," Persephone said as her cheeks burned. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this."
He chuckled. "I hope I don't disappoint you, sweetspark."
And suddenly she's aware of the throbbing in her core, or rather it finally found a way to make her notice it. Persephone whimpered as he bit and nibbled on her neck as she grinds her core on to his covered one. Fuck, did cybertronians even have a dick or something similar?
But those thoughts were drowned and washed away when Megatron found her favorite spot on her neck as she moaned louder this time. As if understanding her, he focused on that spot while occasionally nibbling on her ear. She knows she's looking at the night sky, but Persephone wonders if the stars she's seeing was from above or a conjured sight from her brain.
How the fuck did he know obscene movements like that? And for a second, Persephone wanted to kick herself.
Of course he would know these things, he was a warlord. He had been alive way more than she did and a little sense of jealousy settles in her chest. To think that all those cybertronian women had their way with him as well.
But then again she had her own sexcapades with different men in the past.
She was no saint, but it still made her jealous. However, she pushed those thoughts away as well. All that matters was that she has Megatron in her arms and ,would definitely soon be, inside her. The events with different partners were all in the past. Persephone might as well use the experiences she had picked up along the way.
Persephone softly pushed him away as she stood up to undress herself, making sure to remove the paper as quietly as she could. Now wasn't exactly the time to... recite that little poem she made.
The white dress she had was pretty, she made a mental note to ask him to let her keep it later on. When she looked down at him, she saw his eyes lingering on her body.
In a way, it made her both feel self-conscious and bold to show him every inch of her body.
When she caught his gaze, she made sure not to break eye contact as she tantalizingly stripped her underwear in the most slowest pace possible she could. Afterwards, she tossed it aside, as she lowered herself back on his lap—him towering over her again.
She did wish he had ripped it to shreds.
With a smirk on her lips, she leans upwards to kiss his neck. And she hesitates to put her lips on the various wires beneath the metal that was his neck and just like that, her confidence goes out of the window.
Persephone doesn't really know much about cybertronian anatomy, but what she does know is that she couldn't give him a hickey if she wanted to.
What the fuck? How am I supposed to do that?, thought Persephone as she looked at his neck.
"What seems to be the matter?" Megatron asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. She didn't notice his gigantic hands had been holding her waist, his fingertips touching each other by her ass.
"I... um..." Persephone trailed off while putting a little space between them. "I don't know how to... how to make you feel good with your neck."
But Megatron does not laugh or make jokes at her expense, instead he guides her to his neck as he craned his head to the other side, exposing the other wires and metal to her. She looked at him, lost as to what to do.
Persephone made a mental note to ride his cock extra hard later on.
He points to a series of wires, that seemed thicker than the other smaller ones.
Taking that as her cue, Persephone licks that one thick wire and as if it a vault had been open Megatron shudders beneath her. Finding the confidence to push forward, she gave it a few more sloppy licks, making sure to give as much saliva as she could in the slowest pace she could before nibbling on it.
And she prayed that she doesn't kill her new lover because of this.
Megatron moans and sighs beneath her as she sucked at that specific wire, even going so far as to include the others and the Decepticon warlord rewards her with the sounds he made.
Who knew he was so vocal?
When she pulled away, she left a trail of kisses on his chest and on his abdomen in the most slowest way she could while making sure to plant extra kisses here and there. She stops by his pelvis, which was still covered.
Nervously, she looks up at Megatron. Oh god did he have a dick or not? And she watched in anticipation as the metal surface retracts as his dick springs out.
Fuck, if she can call it a dick that is.
The thing was basically a monster cock at this point. It's probably the length of a ruler and a half, Persephone marveled at how big it was and its appearance.
It was the same color of his armor, with little glowing rows of blue set apart by an inch throughout his cock from the base to the tip. The tip, oh god the tip, of his penis—Persephone concludes it to be his penis because that's what stopping her from asking too much questions—was oozing with a color that reminded her of strawberry milk.
She looks up at him and, through his lidded optics, looks at her with darkened eyes that reminds her of wine. Lucking her lips, Persephone places a very wet kiss on the very tip of the phallic-like body part of him.
And when he moaned, she was sure that it's a penis.
She opened her lips to try and fit him in her mouth. Keyword: try. He was thick and Megatron's girth was a little bigger than her wrist. Persephone made sure to lube it up with all the saliva she can make in order to put his cock in her mouth easier.
When she does put him in her mouth, it felt like having an erect human penis in her mouth but the difference was the texture of the cock—obviously it was still metal.
And she stretched her jaw as wide as she could and she had to put his length inch by inch in her mouth in order to let herself accommodate to how his cock was thick. When she was finally down to twelve inches—because that was her very limit—she lets herself rest for a little before continuing onwards.
It felt like she was mimicking a snake, unhinging its jaw in order to swallow its meal. In this case, she was trying her best to deepthroat him.
She wanted to give him the best head he'll ever have in his whole life.
Fuck it, at this point it felt like she was representing the entire human race. They think they're superior? Hah! Perhaps it was time for her to finally channel her inner slut and show them what human sex feels like—and by them, she meant Megatron.
The familiar feeling of tears swelling in her eyes and struggling not gag presented itself to her and she wondered how long had it been since she last felt that kind of sensation. But Persephone keeps herself in place and forces her body to adjust to the length of him inside her mouth. After a while she does, and she begins to move her head, sliding her lips up and back, tongue caressing the shaft, with both of her hands on either side of his inner thigh to support herself.
Alright! Time to do your best!, Persephone thought to herself excitedly as she felt herself get wetter at the sounds he was starting to make.
His hand found itself entangled in her hair and holy shit it was just too hot for her when he tugs at her hair. She moaned around his shaft as she moved her head up and down, while letting her tongue glide the underside of his cock.
Persephone can feel his eyes on her, watching her every move, and so she lifts her gaze to lock eyes with him.
And like most men she had given fellatio to, the sight of her lips wrapped around his cock as she sucked on him while keeping eye contact clearly had an effect on him, because not only does Megatron gulp but the groan of pleasure he makes sounded so different.
So primal.
The thought that she was giving him pleasure was giving her an exhilarating feeling that had butterflies flutter in her stomach and had her thighs slick with the juices from her pussy.
And it made something in Megatron snap. It must have, because that could only explain why he roughly grabbed her head and shoved his dick down her throat in the form of quickened thrusts.
Persephone tries to relax as much as possible and lets her jaw go slack. Lets her favourite warlord fuck her mouth at the rhythm and pace he likes and she flutters her eyes closed as she savoured the feeling of him in her mouth.
Her head was spinning and it felt like he was going to dislocate her jaw... tear her throat apart. Persephone can feel him inside her, his cock moving down her throat.
And she moans around him which only made his movements faster.
She could barely breathe, borderline suffocating. But... Persephone wanted more. It has been so long since she let herself unwind and be a cock-craving slut. Megatron's cock was big. It's so big and long and her body was heating up all over like crazy.
She wanted more.
She needed more.
Her hands subconsciously slithers themselves around on either side of his hips. Urging him to give her more as tears slipped on the edges of her eyes.
Fuck she loved this feeling.
Eventually, Megatron's thrusts grew more erratic and uneven, his hips stuttering as his orgasm approaches. He said something. Groaned and moaned in a different language. Presumably, it was cybertronian as he handled her roughly with the sharp thrusts of his hips, his dick chocking her oh so deliciously.
To think that she, a mere human, could reduced the warlord into tongues that wasn't a human language gave her a sense of pride.
The loss of his control turns her on even more and she moans around his cock, tightening her lips around him even more, the vibrations and the sudden tightness sending him over the edge and with a cry of pleasure he cums in her mouth, shooting his load down her throat.
What she didn't expect was for him to hold her head pressed against his pelvis, making her panic a little as she gagged. She felt him fill her belly with his cum and Persephone chokes on the liquid being distributed to her body, some of it coming out of her nose.
As he pulls away his hips and gently pushing her head away, her lips had a mind of its own as it only tightened around him. It separates from his cock with a loud 'pop!' and Persephone gasped for air, as Megatron's cum drips from her mouth and nose on to the ground.
"Oh Primus, I didn't hurt you, did I?" Megatron's gentle touches a stark contrast to his actions earlier, his giant hands cupping her face so deliberately.
As if she was glass.
His voice brought her back to reality and it felt like she's been slapped. This... this wasn't some weird fantasy she deludes herself alone in her bedroom at the late hours if the night. She wasn't using those dildos that she purchased from Bad Dragon and nor was she engaging in sexual intercourse with other men.
No.
She really did just give Megatron the best blow job she could give and, hopefully, he'd ever have in his whole life.
Persephone grins at him. "I'm alright," She said. "Don't worry." Her hand rests on his as his cock pokes at her belly. "However, I'm far from done." She says in the most seductive voice she can muster, wiping the cum that had dripped from her face and placed them back in her mouth.
She didn't know if cybertronian sperms was poisonous, but hey you only live once, right?
She'll worry about it later.
Intertwining her fingers with his own—Fuck, what's with the gigantic hands of his that enveloped her whole hand? Her back hits the soft grass beneath her with a soft 'thud'.
Persephone was no virgin, but that doesn't mean she was nervous. He was so big. Literally bigger and thicker than her previous partners. And it was in that moment she knew she could never have normal sex ever again or rather a normal human penis.
She hoped that he would enjoy this as she would.
Her breath was heavy as he neared her entrance, the tip of his cock grazing her wet slit as he hovered over her and kissed her so gently and yet so full of passion. "Tell me if it hurts, alright?" Megatron said lovingly as he pushed a stray curl away from her face. "I do not wish to hurt you."
"Don't worry, you could never hurt me," Persephone said reassuringly. "I just... feel you."
"I could say the same." He said, her hands guiding his and placing them on her breasts.
His sharp fingers, gently grazed over her nipple and the action made her back arch upwards into his touch as she moaned.
Persephone felt a little self-conscious. Her breasts weren't that big, because what she lacked in tips she made up for with her ass but that doesn't stop her from wanting to have some breasts. Megatron's brows were furrowed and she cocked her head a little.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
He blushed and looked away. "I am... curious if you humans also find pleasure in your chassis of it is opened."
"Humans do feel pleasure with our breasts, but if its just opened then we'd definitely die." Persephone said. "Our insides are very delicate."
"Could you teach me?" Megatron asked. "How to pleasure your chassis, that is." He cleared his throat and she snickered at how shy he looked.
It was adorable.
Persephone guides his hands to her breast and she blushed. "You should... er... um fondle them," She said shyly.
What was making her so shy all of a sudden? If it were any other guy, she would be too confident.
But that's the problem.
It wasn't a human partner.
She was having sex with Megatron and it was nerve-wracking. Unbeknownst to her, Megatron was also nervous. Persephone didn't notice the way he gulped nervous as he gently groped her right breast.
Nor did she notice the slight tremble in his actions. Her hands gripped at the plants that surrounded them, her back arching into his touch as she moaned when his thumb flicked over her nipple.
He leans in, face hovering over her breast before he placed it in his mouth. Suckling on them and she could feel the sharpness of his teeth around her areola. The pleasure was nice but the slight pain the went with it when he sucked harder had Persephone moaning like a bitch in heat.
In this case, she is.
Megatron's other hand toyed with the unoccupied breast, tugging her nipple and digging his fingers in them. Not enough to make them bleed, but enough to hurt that sent electric sparks of pleasure down her back.
He left bite marks, ones that was sure to give her bruises in the morning. And when her chest rose as she breathes, she could see where he bit her and she blushed at that. Megatron continued to toy with her nipples, making sure to suck on each and leaving trails of saliva as he moved to the other.
Every single time she felt his tongue on her nipple and when he toyed with her free boob, she is sent to heaven as she cried out loud.
Not caring if anything or anyone saw them.
Shit, the thrill of them getting caught out in the open while he was fucking her had excited her as her pussy excreted more of its lubrication. And he kept leaving wet trails of kisses up to her chest and down to her breasts.
And all she can do is moan in pleasure
After a good amount of time with him toying with her breasts and leaving her pussy to ache and with one last tug of her breasts, he pulls away. Megatron pushed her thighs apart gently and her heart flutters at the incoming penetration.
His thumb runs over her slit with ease at how wet she was and the simple action has her choking on a moan, her hips bucking at his touch.
There was a look I'm his eyes, one that looked so foreign—nervousness. Both species didn't move for a moment. Neither of them said anything.
Suddenly, Megatron reached out to touch her face.
He leans in and softly kisses her. The kiss itself was sweet and gentle. It seemed so innocent, one that makes her heart beat faster in her chest. And it was so tender that Persephone had tears threatening to spill at the edges if her eyes again.
When he pulls away to let her breathe, Megatron said three words.
"I love you, Persephone."
A simple three word that weighed more than anything in the world. One, if one truly meant it, was by far the most priceless thing in the whole universe. Three words that tugs at her heartstrings, one that she was sure—hopefully she wasn't wrong this time— that he meant it.
A simple three word that pushed the tears to fall across her face.
"I love you too, Megatron." She gasped as she leans into his touch.
Slowly, he withdraw his hand in her face as she felt the tip of his cock pokes at her entrance. Gently and carefully, Megatron sinks in to her, his dick stretching her open and she chokes at the sudden feeling of being filled.
It was barely the tip.
Persephone finds comfort when he holds both of her hands in his gigantic ones, peppering them and her gave with kisses as she gasped and whine. Her hands gripped his as he continued to push himself in her.
To her surprise, it didn't really hurt. With how wet she was, plus the precum that seeped out of his penis added to lubricating her cunt. He stretched her walls so deliciously painful that she thought he'd tear her open.
A lewd sound escapes her lips when he gently brushed against her g-spot. Megatron smiled softly at her as he continued to bury the test of his length and she wanted nothing more than to smack him and tell him to hurry the fuck up.
As she opened her mouth to speak, she chokes on her own words when he suddenly trusted the rest of himself into her. He was literally pushing against her cervix, threatening to invade it and the pain mixed with the pleasure shot her brain as it just went blank for a second.
"Apologies." He grunted as if regaining control of himself. "I didn't mean to be hasty."
"That felt good," She pants through lidded eyes.
Her legs snakes around his waist, encouraging him to bury himself more into her. And he does.
"Are you in any way, shape or form hurt?" Megatron asked.
"No," She said. "I'm not uncomfortably hurt, if that's what you meant."
Megatron looked her over once more. "If you're hurt, tell me, okay?"
She pulls him in for a kiss and said, "Don't worry, I will."
Persephone had never felt so full in her whole life. It felt like she was stuffed to the brim. After getting used to his size and his hands caressing all over her body, the young woman asked the warlord to move.
He pulls out, before thrusting himself again. His cock grinding against her g-spot and hitting her cervix had her mind going blank from the pleasure she felt.
Every move of his hips had his cock scratching the itch even she didn't know she had and he drove her mad when his thumb started fiddling gently on her clit.
Hearing her loud moans and groans of pleasure encouraged the Decepticon warlord to continue his actions and watch as she falls apart, his own sounds of pleasure making her even wetter.
He could feel what she felt and even he is overwhelmed at the pleasure that buzzed throughout his entire form as his spike appears and disappears in the wetness of her valve.
The sound of his grunts and moans encouraged Persephone to make her hips meet his thrusts as they both found a steady rhythm, like an intimate dance and the sounds they made were the music in which they danced to.
The way he fucked her was so good and so sweet—vanilla. Her head turns upwards as she gasped for air at the overwhelming emotions she felt as he fucked her gently into the Earth.
Despite how gentle and delicate he was, it still hits hard.
Megatron's thrusts rocked her whole body and seeing him so huge and hunched over her with both of his hands gripping her waist was such a turn on. She felt so small underneath him, felt so vulnerable and fragile. The way he handled her felt so good that even her own cunt was dripping like a leaking faucet as it made an obscene noise with each move he made.
To Persephone, missionary was alright.
However, she preferred more... adventurous and degrading positions. But maybe the satisfactory state of every sex position was different with the compatibility performance of any couple because even she didn't know why missionary with Megatron felt so god damn good.
Was it his cock?
Was it her long time need to get fucked?
Or perhaps it was because fantasy became reality?
Either way, it felt like being on drugs because it sure as hell was addictive. The way his quick and gentle thrusts getting her higher and higher, the way his fingers dug on to her skin and the way they both cried in pleasure into the night as stars started showing itself in her sights—it was all addictive.
It was driving her closer to her own orgasm.
The lewd sounds her pussy made as it tightened around his cock was making her horny as well as the lustful gaze he gave her was too much.
And then Megatron grips adjusted its hold on to her, his thumb accidentally pressing down the area an inch bellow her belly button and that made her body jerk as she moaned louder when the pleasure runs over her brain.
As if knowing that it was a sensitive spot for her, he continued to do just that.
Without stopping, Megatron pressed harder driving her insane and that pushes her over the edge as her legs locked around his waist. Making it feel as if her body was going to break with how stuffed she felt.
Persephone's cunt tightens around him as she lost her grip. Her vision turns white, body spasming as she panted.
The rising tides of pleasure finally crashes down on her as she's swept away in the waves of bliss. Persephone said something, but even she herself didn't know what she said. The ecstasy lasted longer in her systems as her brain tried to regain some sense but her body felt heavy as it relaxed.
She gasped for air, panting to catch her breath.
His hands on her face coaxed her out of her trance-like state as she came down from her high. "So..rry... Feelsm... good," She slurred.
"You're so beautiful," He grunts as he gently holds her and proceeded to move—when did he stop?—and fucks her again.
Her cunt was sensitive so when the cybertronian moved, it sent a jolt of pleasure throughout her body and her moans were more louder as tears stings her eyes.
Fuck it felt so good.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he quickened his pace, her arms clinging on to him as he basically lifted her lower part off the ground to bury himself deeper into her. His movements were turning erratic, the rhythm broken as his hips jerks faster.
His hard cock was quivering inside her as she herself was approaching her second orgasm swiftly.
Then she remembered she wasn't on the pill.
Her heart hammers in her chest with every thrust he made. He was close? Was he going to finish inside of her? Persephone felt her mouth open and close again, but couldn't bring herself to speak, instead she moaned louder. The thought of him finishing inside her was such a big turn on.
The inner walls of her vagina gripped him like a glove. She knew her body was making a choice but even she didn't know if she should follow its lead.
If Persephone allowed him cum inside her, she might get pregnant. Her mind flashed back to high-school sex ed, with the teacher droning on and on about protection and the dangers that sex harboured. The moment semen reaches one of her egg cells, especially during the days of ovulation, could get her pregnant. It could instantly ruin her life the moment she gets pregnant.
That is if she was having sex with a human male.
But...
Megatron wasn't human. He is an alien, a being from outer space.
So, the possibility of her getting pregnant was by far slim. Hell, who knew if he was able to impregnate her. Persephone felt careless in the moment as the thrill of him breeding her added to her horniness.
Persephone threw caution to the wind as she latched on to him tighter, her legs tightening around him once again as she was so close to the end once more.
A gasp of surprise escapes her when she felt his chest moved against her skin, prompting her to pull away slightly to watch.
It parted like the red sea in such an intricate manner, exposing his spark to her.
She looks up at him through her lust-filled haze. Resting a hand against his face as she felt him drag himself against her insides.
The light from his spark reaches out to her and she pushed herself against him, she kissed him as the light floods her vision just as she closed her eyes. And she was flooded by an overwhelming amount of pleasure that fried her mind.
Her toes curled as her she felt her legs calves start to sprain with how much she pulled him deeper into her.
Was this what he felt? Is this how Megatron feels when he buried himself in her? God it was so intoxicating. The more she let it drown her the more she realised how addicting it was.
It felt too good.
She didn't want him to stop.
Her body rocks with the force of his thrusts. And she felt his cock twitch inside her as he pulled back and slammed on to her cervix, fucking her stupid.
He finally lifts her as her arms clung to him as he fucked her faster, the both of them getting lost in the sea of lust in each other's eyes. Megatron pulls back halfway and slams back into her awaiting body, all the while gripping the spot beneath her belly button.
She felt him throbbing, pulsing deep within her as he impaled himself in her tight cunt. And a few quick thrusts later, he slams into her one final time as he came deep inside of her body with a loud cry. The sudden surge of heat as a wave of his cum poured deep inside her, she panicked a little.
However, it was all flushed away as it pushed her onto the edge. Her legs instinctively pulling him closer—as if he wasn't already buried deep in her guts —locking itself around him as stars explodes in her vision as her body convulsed from the pleasure, eyes rolling back inside her skull.
Please hold me closer, Persephone thought before her mind is wiped from the sheer ecstatic bliss that floods her whole body.
It felt like falling apart.
The pleasure piercing both her heart and her core, shattering her into millions of pieces as her very being went limp from the overstimulation of pleasure. She felt so full that she thought she was going to burst as her belly seemed to expand a little from too much cum.
Persephone felt their mixed juices leak out of her slowly, dribbling down her ass and on to the earthy ground beneath them.
Her legs stayed locked but her arms had all but relaxed and she couldn't control them as she slipped away from him, yet her belly slightly swells from the excess semen that pours within her body.
It felt so good.
As if he heard her Megatron caught her and brought her closer to him, enveloping her in his embrace. Her mind was flooded with endorphins as she let herself melt in his hold while she nuzzled her face at the crook of his neck.
He was gentle from the beginning until the end.
Persephone's body was so sensitive from the massive orgasm and erotic thrill from the risk of getting pregnant. He had nowhere to go so he grounds himself desperately against her as his cock emptied itself in her.
And then, she sees his face, the tender and loving look in his gaze was sending her heart a flutter. He said something in cybertronian and she didn't understand what the hell he just said but she smiled at him.
Then Megatron kisses her softly.
At his lips' touch, she blossomed like a flower and spring blooms within her.
— ixi —
Megatron panicked when she had gone limp in his embrace, but stopped at the blissful smile that blossoms on her dermas. He still checked her pulse and when he confirmed that she was alive, he sighed in relief. He cradles her in his embrace and gently pulls out of her.
A mixture of both their fluids, but mostly his, pours out of her valve when he pulled out of her.
Her abdomen, one that seemed to bulge earlier, deflates as his seed pours out of her. She was tiny and yet Persephone was able to take in all of him.
He didn't have a great understanding of human anatomy, but Megatron couldn't get the image of how her valve wrapped around, coiling around his spike so snugly.
The thought itself made him flushed.
Now wasn't the time to engage in sexual intercourse with her. Not when she's unconscious. Persephone definitely needed to rest and he dares not interfere with her body's decision.
Gently he carries her by the river.
He props her to sit so she was leaning on him, making sure that she wouldn't fall and making sure to support her neck, he starts washing away the stains off of her body with the flowing water. A smile tugs at his dermas at the human that rested in his arms as he cleaned her.
Every now and then, he would brush away the soft furs of her helm and made sure to be gentle over the areas that she would definitely be sore in.
After he cleaned her up, he sets her aside, gently laying her on the ground and made sure to put her in a comfortable position. Making sure she wasn't in any awkward position as to not make any of her limbs ache when she woke up. Then, he cleans himself, washing away the fluids that stained his armour.
Even he was surprised at how advanced this holomatter avatar was, to think that it was able to function as an extended part of his body. Truly, Shockwave outdid himself.
A shame Megatron couldn't personally thank him.
He wondered if this was right. If what they did was right—one that somewhat follows the human's courting tradition. We're humans that intimate with one another?
Afterwards, he hid his spike, the pelvic armour shutting once it was kept. To his surprise, human and cybertronian interface weren't that different.
The only difference was that cybertronians chassis would open to reach a more intimate emotional connection. Humans, on the other hand, build intimate emotional connection during their interface by clinging on to each other.
That or Persephone was just clingy.
He blushed when he remembered how she felt so delicate beneath him.
He was sure the very image of her during and after their copulation as well as the sounds she made were burned into his very memories.
When he turns to leave the water, Megatron jumps when he saw her awake but she was only looking upwards in the sky. There was uncertainty from her, he felt her being nervous. When he came to sit next to her and held her one of her servos, he confirmed it with the slight tremble of her servo and on to the tips of her digits.
He hurries beside her.
"Are you hurt?" Megatron asked frantically as he searched her body. "I was too rough, wasn't I? I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't mean to hurt you. Is there anything you need?"
"I'll be fine, don't worry," She groaned as he helped her sit up. "Could you pat my head, please?"
Confused, Megatron nods.
Her optics followed his servo and when he pats her head gently, she closed her optics. Megatron's spark swells in his chassis at the serene look on her faceplates. Did she like headpats? She looked as if she was in heaven while he pats her helm.
It went from patting to just him petting her and she seemed even more pleased at that. He laughed at how adorable she appeared.
Persephone turns to him with a sad look in her optics with a mixture of timorous. "We're still... We're still lovers, r-right?" She asked as her voice falters.
"Of course we are, why wouldn't we be?" Megatron answered as he proceeded to cradle her in his embrace, carefully handling her with how fragile she seems, peppering her organic faceplates with kisses and he watched as she closed her optics and smiled.
She moves to hug him and it felt like there was something different about it this time, as if she was trying to glue herself on to him. No matter the reason, he embraced her tightly but not enough to hurt her.
"Are you alright, my love?" He asked.
"I'm fine." She murmured, her voice shaking at the end.
They stayed like that for what seemed like a few seconds, but really it had been almost an hour that they held each other.
Persephone was the one who pulled away with a look on her face. "Oh right, I forgot to give you something!" She exclaimed as she stood up with shaky legs. She walked funny and he was worried if she was going to be able to walk alright, either way he went after her.
Megatron hovered behind her in case she were to fall. She kneels in front of the discarded dress and pulling... a piece of paper?
To be specific a folded paper.
"What's that?" He asked.
"Something I made for you," She answered.
He carefully takes the paper from her grasps, their digits brushing against each other which sends his spark fluttering in its chamber.
He unfolds it, wondering what it was. When he see the contents he was surprised. It was the poem he had seen some time ago.
"I do not love you until I die
For that implies trammel
My love for you knew no bounds,
Like the vastness of space.
Neither words nor any language can show
The intensity of my love for you
How I burn wanting you
Mind plagued by red, silver and purple hues.
Yet how do I know that our love
If we are to fall in love, that is
Wouldn't be the same as before?
That it isn't merely old wine in a new bottle?
Passionately burning bright at first
Only for it to die down
Until I would not be enough?
That only then, only then, you leave me to rot?
How would I know it won't be like that?
And I know the answer is simple.
I do not.
That is why I continue to loveyou."
His optics reading the words over and over again and closed his optics. Was that the reason she was worried earlier?
"What do you think?" She asked as she waited for his answers.
He smiled at her. "You... really wrote this for me?"
"Yeah, I remembered that you like poems." Persephone smiled sheepishly. "I planned on giving to you before I confessed, but I just got way too overwhelmed. So... yeah."
"It's beautiful. I love it, but..." Megatron paused as he folded it back. "Is that why you were worried? That I might be like your previous partners?"
Her face falters at his words. Persephone answered, "It's not your fault. Call me paranoid but I'm just so sick of being toyed with." She looked away. "It's just that... nevermind. I'm sorry for ruining the mood, I'll just–"
"Do you want to talk about it?" He cuts her off and Megatron hoped that they would talk about it because he wanted to make sure that she didn't feel like that.
However, he needed to know the root of that problem.
"If it's alright with you. Look, I don't want you to think that I'm using you just because I'm talking about my ex–boyfriends," Persephone said with a worried look on her face. "or rather ex-sexcapade partners."
"Don't worry," Megatron reassured her as he plants a kiss on her dermas briefly. "I do know that I am better than them."
And that made her laugh.
"It always starts so great, you know?" She says, smiling sadly. "They call it the 'honeymoon' phase, where both couples usually couldn't get their hands off of each other." Her arms wraps around his, placing her servos in his. "Heavily infatuated lovers, seeking intimacy with each other. I've had many lovers in the past and I always notice a pattern on how it ends... being cheated on, saying that I'm too emotional or rather too much to handle, and just leaving me hanging. Afterwards, I'd try to fill in the void that continues to grow in me by seeking the warmth of others... but even that doesn't satiate me for too long."
Persephone took in a deep breath.
"Then I came to the conclusion that maybe I really am the problem." Her voice shakes in a way that plunges a knife to his chassis. "And... and I know that I had my own wrong doings as well, being too forgiving and brushing things off—pretending that everything is fine. But I didn't want them to leave me, I wanted to nurture what could've been, you know? And I'm tired of its repetition."
With furrowed optic ridges, Megatron cradles her face. Her optics had became glossy, one that he had learned as a sign that she was about to weep.
"And I guess I carried that baggage to the present... to us," Persephone quietly says. "And I'm scared for us."
"There is nothing to fear because I have vowed to always stay by your side," He reassured her. They don't deserve you, Persephone." Megatron said as he caught a tear that rolls down her cheek. "You deserve so much better. Someone who could take care of you properly."
And the image before him, Persephone crying silently with a smile that doesn't reaches her optics as her body seemed limp in his touch, shatters his spark into pieces.
"But what if it doesn't end well? Would you still stay? What if I fuck it up like I always do and my shit gets in the way?" Her voice growing quiet by the second until it turns into a whisper.
"Persephone, in the first place it wasn't your fault. It never was. I need you to know that I'm always here for you. Know that I understand you in a way that no one could ever will," Megatron placed a kiss on the back of her servo. "They do not know how to cherish you, but I do. I will love you no matter what happens... I'll always be here for you no matter what."
Megatron holds her close again, letting her cling to him as if her life deepened on it and it might as well have.
He had originally plan to use her and if she were to cooperate with his desires, it would be easy. But Megatron knew in his spark that he loved her and it hurt to see that she had went through something so harsh.
His beloved sparkmate.
"Thank you," Persephone smiled at him. "For always being there for me."
"You've always been there for me as well, no?" Megatron chirped as he kissed her cheek. "It is only fair that I share your burdens because I love you." He smiled at her. "You know... because of you I have found the reason to live. And you are the reason why I continue to live."
She placed a servo on his faceplates, the intimate action felt so foreign and yet so welcoming. It felt like being comforted. That for the first time, someone didn't see him as a monster.
And it was all the more delicious when it came from her.
As if the sweetest honey drips from her digits.
"That's just wrong," She softly said. "I shouldn't be the reason why you want to live, Megatron. Living for someone is... It's a cruel existence, and I don't want that for you."
"Not to me." He replied as he leans more into her touch—a starved beast craving for more of that intoxicating affection. "Not if it's you."
He leans closer to her, their noses brushing against each other sending electricity to his spark. Megatron closed the gap between them by seizing her dermas, together they created a kiss that was so soft it shakes him to his core.
With her, it felt like he was being forgiven from the crimes he had committed—Persephone washing away the pain with her gentleness.
Megatron, in his whole existence, had never felt such an attachment to anyone. Not even the past femmes he had claimed to love. With her, every single time he is in Persephone's presence, he feels the gentleness from her.
At first, he had truly wanted to use whatever emotions he could garner from her for his own good.
She is the Allspark and with her by his side, he was untouchable. He only needed to nurture her, give her directions in the form of suggestions when she is able to channel it.
And for the longest part of his existence that he had spent with her, she had been nothing but a tool as a means for him to use and discard once he is done.
However, ever since she had died and ever since he had made her his wife, it didn't feel like that anymore. It felt like the connection they had was real and genuine and before he knew it, Megatron was stuck in the webs of his own trap.
He was wrong to think that he had her wrapped around his digits, when in reality he was the one wrapped around hers.
Persephone, whether she knew it or not, had a certain power over him.
And Megatron thought how wonderful it felt to genuinely be loved by her.
He pulls away to admire her and laughs at the pout on her face. She was too adorable for her own good. Megatron leans back in and her optics fluttered shut, dermas slight agape as if waiting for him to kiss her.
Instead, he takes his time. He kisses her nose, then optics, and both of her cheeks, before kissing her long and slow on her dermas. And he knows that she's melting like putty at his touch.
But he too melts with her.
By the time the Earth's star peeks through, Persephone was asleep in his arms. Carefully, as to not wake her in her recharge, he carries her towards his real body and gently placing her in the middle of his palm before disabling his holomatter avatar.
He stood up, his systems showing that his tanks were lower than the required limit and had to be refilled on his HUD. With a sigh, he stood up while gently holding her in his grasps before he transformed. Megatron fastened her on the sit of his alt-form and took off.
When he lands, he transforms and heads inside the cave where their sparklings had been sleeping. Megatron gently placed her on her tiny berth, fixing the covers as he tucked her in. Persephone moved, and to his surprise, she had wrapped her arms around his digit.
It was adorable.
But he had to go refill his tanks lest he slips into stasis-lock. Begrudgingly, he carefully pulled away from her embrace. A frown placed itself on her face before she snuggles on to the pillow she was laying on.
After he had refilled his tanks, Megatron lays down beside her as their sparklings slept beside her berth.
She had already fallen for him, gave herself to him willingly. Which was all part of his plan to access the Allspark that resides within her, but he didn't want to use her. Not anymore. It felt wrong, it left a sour taste on his dermas.
What he felt for her was real.
The way she made his spark race, the way she made him feel things he'd only hear from his soldiers' stories, and how she wasn't the least afraid of him.
He wanted to... give her the world.
And in that moment, he had a thought. Ruling Cybertron was a possibility again what with his new set of soldiers and his sparkmate possessing the Allspark. With that in mind, he can achieve his goals again.
The plan was the same as before.
When he rules Cybertron, Megatron will see to it that it will be a paradise, a utopia come to life. He will make sure that everything will continue according to plan, at least where he left off before he went into hiding.
And he will see to it that Persephone will rule beside him, ruling over Cybertron as equals.
Would she like it if he built a monument in her honor? Megatron will make sure to have her be a big part of Cybertron's history. There were days in Cybertron where it was labeled a holiday, he knew this because at those days he wouldn't be fighting for his life at the arena.
Perhaps he should dedicate one for her.
"My Lord." A voice called out. "My apologies for the intrusion, but we must speak to you."
Megatron turned to see Noir, bowing. "You may speak," He permitted his Second-in-Command.
"The intruder is awake, my Lord," Noir said. "What is your command?"
If Megatron was born yesterday, he wouldn't have noticed how tense Noir was or how his form was shaking. "What seems to be the matter?" He asked nonchalantly as he stood up. "You seem eager to hurt him."
Noir looks away, his wings tensing. "He has inflicted pain towards Lady Persephone under our care, My Lord," He answered. "As your Second-in-Command, I wish to punish him for it."
He can faintly hear his soldiers buzzing about outside.
Perhaps recharge can wait a little while.
Megatron chuckled. "Follow me." He commands Noir as the both of them stepped out of the cave, sparing a glance at Persephone's sleeping form as he did so.
He leads him at the edge of the trees that surrounded them and onto a clearing. At the farthest part of the area was a certain seeker, tied and bound like a human's scarecrow. His wings laid tauntingly in front of him as he struggled against his binds in vain.
His back had been sealed by the nanobots in his system overtime to avoid anymore energon loss.
"Do you see him, Noir?" Megatron asked without sparing a glance at him. "Do you see how pitiful he has become?"
Noir glanced up at him before looking at their prisoner. "Yes, My Lord." He answered.
"You are a seeker, yes?" The Decepticon warlord confirms and beside him his newest Second-in-Command nods his helm. "In your short existence in this world, what is the one thing that you desire as a seeker?"
"To serve my maker by doing what she has told us and to soar the skies," He answered, unsure of where the Decepticon leader was heading to.
"Exactly," Megatron showing his rows of shark-like dentas as a sinister smile. "A seeker desires nothing else but to fly as a grounder desires to move and both do it to feel a rush that makes them feel alive... besides of it being a means to move for them, of course." He chuckled with a shake of his helm. "And what could possibly be one of the cruelest thing to do to a creature?"
"To kill it?" He guessed and Megatron shook his head in censure.
"It's to remove an ability in which they heavily rely on," Megatron answered.
"Seekers often rely on their wings, so if you are to take it away from them, it would deal a great amount of physical and psychological damage to them." He turns to the black and neon green mech who looked disturbed at his words. "So, there is no need to rush in hurting him physically again, we don't want to break him so easily now, do we?"
He shot an amused glance at Noir whom had all but lost color on his faceplates, but said nothing and merely nodded his head in understanding.
"Oh, and tell me exactly who this maker of yours is," Megatron said. "I wish to thank her for her aid. However, I will refuse to be in her debt for I didn't request for help of any sorts."
"Lord Megatron," Noir says. "Lady Persephone is our maker."
He raised an optic ridge at his words. Persephone was their maker? That's impossible. The human femme never left his side. He would know for sure because he always kept a close optic on her.
"Elaborate." He ordered.
"We've already told you everything, but we have discovered something." Noir explained. "The being who brought us to life appeared in the image of the insects that inhabited this planet. To be fair, it was Talon whom had recognized Her. Had he not pointed it out, none of us would've known Her real identity sooner."
Megatron eyed Noir suspiciously. "How do I know you're not just telling me false information?"
"I don't really see a reason why I shouldn't tell you the truth when She trusts you," Noir answered with a shrug. "I haven't been alive that long, but even I had found out how fond She is of you, my Lord."
"Did she instruct or gave out an order to any of you not to tell me?" He asked.
"No. I'm surprised as you are that you didn't know." His Second-in-Command replied.
Persephone wouldn't lie to him, right? No, she wouldn't. He was there with her throughout her stasis lock and judging from how she acted when the peppermint blue Decepticon wandered into their private quarters, she had no idea.
And yet, how can she not know her own creations?
But then again based on his description of the being—specifically the purple color that it possessed—it points to Persephone.
It seemed stupid to acknowledge it when she wasn't capable of breathing life into anything as of yet, but her capabilities of healing and the purple color that came from her tiny little servos begged to differ.
Persephone was originally dead and yet here she was walking and breathing as if she hadn't offlined, and so was he, especially after tying his life source to her. He should have been dead with her.
So, if that was possible, then Persephone possibly making these soldiers was also possible.
In his chassis, there was tingling that tugged at his spark. The familiar feeling meant Persephone was looking for him.
"We will speak more of this later," Megatron said. "She is calling for me."
Noir gave him a confused look. "Oh? Are you one of her creations?"
"No."
"Then how do you know she's calling you?"
"Because she's my–" Megatron paused, catching himself. He almost blurted out that she was his sparkmate. As much as he wanted to tell the world of how he loved her, he couldn't.
That could put her in danger.
Clearing his throat, the Decepticon warlord corrected himself. "Because she's my equal."
His vague answer earned a curious look from his Second-in-Command. With a bow, Noir left as Megatron dismissed him. He turns to walk to the cave and when he emerged, he sees her.
She was sitting up, mouth wide open and eyes scrunched close as her body trembles slightly. Afterwards, her mouth opens and close several times as if she was chewing with her mouth open. Megatron thought how strange humans yawned but he find the sound she made adorable.
Her optics lands on him.
"Hi." She said as another yawn escaped her.
"Good morning." He greets her back as he moved closer to her, sitting down beside her berth.
Persephone wraps her blanket around herself, over her had and had everything covered besides her faceplates—those adorable faceplates of hers that he cherished.
"Do you... do you remember Starscream's arrival?" Megatron asked softly, observing if she were to freak out so he can instantly calm her down.
She nods her head. "Yeah, what about it?"
"Did he tell why he came back? Where he possibly came from?" He questioned. "Originally, he was offlined."
"Oh," Persephone mutters. "Can you tell me something?"
"What is it?"
"Why do you still keep him around?"
Megatron looks at her, his processors understanding her words. He raised an optic ridge at her. "What do you mean?"
"Totally unrelated, I know, but I'm just curious. I mean, he's still alive," Persephone replied. "If he was supposed to be dead, then why bother with him? Why not just offline him again?"
And as if she realized what she said, Persephone laughed. "No, wait let me rephrase that," She said. "Why do you care about him?"
"I do not care about him," Megatron said.
"Of course you do," Persephone says as if it's a fact. "Remember that I had watched all of you from where I came from and throughout different versions, one of the constant habit of yours is always allowing him to crawl back to you, only for him to try and take over the Decepticon cause and fail and... well, the cycle repeats."
He was silent.
Persephone hums looking at him curiously.
"I keep him around to set an example for the other Decepticons," Megatron answered truthfully. "That way they would know what happens if they ever dare try to cross me."
"So, if any of the Decepticon army chose to cross you, you would beat them up but still allow them to keep their positions and statuses?" His conjunx endura said thoughtfully. "That's probably not your goal, but that's the message to everyone. If I was one of your soldiers I'd cross you multiple times on broad daylight if I know that, that's the only punishment I'd get."
He sighed.
"It was the only way I know to keep an iron-fist upon my soldiers." Megatron answered. "Show them first hand as to what happens if they betray the Decepticon cause.
"I'm honestly surprised how you're still alive with that kind of logic." Persephone answered.
"What do you know about running an army? You said it yourself, didn't you? All you did was watch us while we suffer." He snapped, a low growl resonating from his throat. "He was the only one up to the task that fits the requirement of being my Second-in-Command, my army needed his skills and cunningness."
"But you don't need him anymore. Not when you have me." Was what she said as she lets the covers fall past her, her little organic servo resting on his leg.
And then a thought crossed his helm.
"Did you make them?" Megatron asked. "The new Decepticon recruits."
Persephone sighed. "No, I didn't," She answered. "Noir and Talon as well as Ironbreaker had insisted that I was their creator. So, I'm guessing that either one of them or all three of them told you that."
She pulls back and he offered her his open servo. The way she moved was awkward as if she was uncomfortable, so Megatron moved her instead. Persephone winced before she was finally sitting down.
"Are you alright?" He asked as he brought her closer to his faceplates.
"Just sore," She sighed. "It's not like I won't get used to your big... shlong." Persephone laughed and he finds himself laughing as well.
"As I was saying," She says. "I couldn't be their maker, that's impossible. First, even you said that I was in a coma for almost two months now, so how can I possibly create them? Second, I just found out that I'm able to heal a cybertronian again if I focus hard enough and even that drains me. So, how can I possibly bring them to life when just using whatever power I have is already tiring? Hell, I don't even know what I'm capable of."
"Exactly," Megatron said. "You don't know what your capable of. Not yet. But, together, we can find out what it is you can do. I'll be supporting you all the way."
"Thank you," Persephone smiled at him. "However, under no circumstances are you allowing Starscream back into our army. As your equal, I wish to let you know that I am uncomfortable around him since he tried to kill me and he would most likely do it again."
"Then as your equal, I shall respect your side," Megatron nods in approval. "But I came to ask you about him earlier because I wish to know what you plan to do to him."
"Huh?" Persephone tilts her helm, confused. "What do you mean by that?"
"He nearly offlined you, didn't he?" He mused. "So, I figured what it is that you wish to do to him."
And she furrowed her brows as she thought about it. Persephone is sweet and quite gentle, so Megatron didn't exactly expected her to partake in torturing the damned mech. He wanted to know what she wanted to do to him so he can do the work for her.
Her dermas spread in a sinister manner as she slowly looks at him.
There was a glint in her optics, one that he was familiar with but didn't expect to see on her. He saw a darkness within her and wanted to nurture it, allowing herself to be as powerful as him...
Now that it presents itself to him, he hesitated.
He believed that everyone had a darkness within them, others chose to lock it away while some embrace theirs. And yet... hers felt off.
It felt vile.
His whple form suddenly feels wrong.
Megatron had seen horrifying things and had encountered traumatizing incidents that left him scarred and yet... there was something about her smile that disturbed him.
If someone told him that humans were capable of being terrifying, he'd laugh at them. How can something so small and easily killed contain excessive amount of malice? He would find himself laughing at the human who would apparently be terrifying and try to take a good look at them.
Yet said human was sitting on the middle of his palm and Megatron finds himself nervous.
Persephone then asked. "Does cybertronian armor work like a human skin?"
— ixi —
"How long does it take until General Morshower arrives?" Optimus asked as he settled the datapads and intel that both Epps and Lennox were able to gather. Placing the other tiny documents and papers that he had acquired for the human.
"Around an Earth groon," Ironhide huffed.
"Good," He rumbled.
There was a peace treaty between the Autobots and the humans. The human race are already aware of them, and Optimus understood that majority of them were repulsed by his kind.
Cybertronians posed a possible threat, after all.
However, an understanding was formed—a pact. If the Autobots were to follow a certain plan and avoid causing any trouble, the human government wouldn't drive them away. In exchange, the Autobots can have an area all to themselves, where other cybertronians in hiding can seek shelter.
Long story short, Optimus made a pact with the humans for both side's sake. That way his people can thrive peacefully while the humans lay off of them. He made sure to ensure the safety and to stop the bounty placed upon their helms.
But then again, they are humans.
He was betrayed by them once, so he knew better than to ignore the signs of the upcoming denouncement of their pact or its possibility.
They had a base in Africa, stationed there in case there were any cybertronians who had wandered there and would be offered aid. They placed someone to be in charge there whom, according to their files and reputation, was reliable and smart.
Perhaps, that soldier was merely reliable towards humans.
There were apparently many instances in which most information about them that had been sold to outside parties. Thankfully, he was being held in a cell as he prepared the meeting as Will and Lennox handled the investigations.
It was interesting how secretive humans can be, being able to pull the strings that possess from their connections and being able to cover their tracks. Fortunately for Optimus, the human slipped and he was able to take full advantage of the situation.
The sounds of the metal doors of the meeting room opened as both Epps and Lennox walked in, followed by a man with signs that life had left him scathed in his journey.
"Good evening, General Morshower." Optimus greeted as the humans were placed on the
"Optimus, it's a pleasure seeing you again." Prime's human friend smiled, but Optimus couldn't return such gesture.
Not even with a fake one.
"I wish to discuss matters with you regarding alarming evidence that I have gathered." Optimus said as he gave a nod towards Ironhide, whom understood the orders and walked out and shutting the doors.
Leaving the four of them in the meeting room.
"Could you perhaps explain to me as to what this looks like, General?" Optimus asked as he pushed the documents towards the human, resisting the urge to throw it in his face.
General Morshower accepted the paper files he was given, his eyes widening in shock as he read the information.
"They had reported sightings if Megatron... once," Optimus said. "And I didn't pay no mind to it as I was sure he wouldn't cause too much trouble. Could you believe that they have kept the information of having continuous sights of him. And attempting to dispose him when we were supposed to check on an energy signature."
"Shouldn't you commend that behavior? The part where they attempted to kill him, of course." General Morshower said as he finished the reading the files.
"I would've, had it been my orders,' Optimus said. "But they've informed us about it at a late date. Not only that, but we have discovered an unauthorized cargo transportation that had been operating for a while and they had been smuggling energon for quite some time." The Prime slammed his fist on the table, making it shake.
He activated and showed the evidence from the various datapads he had brought. Each time he did, the general's face scrunched in horror and disbelief. Optimus's optics narrowed, knowing what else has the humans have been hiding from them.
The general surely wasn't made aware of such, but at least now he knows.
He took in a deep breath and sighed as he sat on his chair. "Your human government and the Autobots had an agreement," Optimus said. "And what do I find? Them going behind our backs, various companies conducting researches and ways to replicate us even if it has been banned by your laws. Had Megatron not attacked the area, we wouldn't have been notified... yet." He curled his fists and growled. "Yet we are the ones who are in thin ice by living on your planet. Why is that when we have abided by your own rules?"
The general gulped, obviously not wanting to be on the receiving end of the Prime's anger. "I can assure you that we will help you in finding these perpetrators and hold them accountable–"
"It's funny how you speak of accountability when we have requested for aid, your superiors had simply brushed me off," The Prime answered. "That is why I had requested your audience in hopes that they might listen if a human were to speak to them."
"I know this looks bad and I'm surprised no one has been mentioning this." General Morshower said. "I will do anything in my power to help you, pull all the connections I got and see how it goes."
"I must remind you that one of the agreements is that we would protect you from any harm that may threaten your planet," Optimus stated. "However, since you humans had soiled your part of the agreement, I'm afraid the Autobots and I would take matters into our own servos... and we will not hesitate to take action whether you be human or not."
"I can assure you, I will do anything that I can, Optimus." General Morshower promised. "Anything I can, old friend."
The Prime looks at him for a brief moment before nodding his helm, glad that he was understanding and cooperative.
"Lennox and Epps are given the task on looking through the human's cameras as we investigate the area. After all, your superiors had asked for our help. However, I wish to ask you a favor as well, but I would appreciate it if this stays between the four of us," Optimus said. "Could you look in the whereabouts of this human femme?"
The Prime then pressed another datapad, the image and any information he had gathered that concerns Persephone was shown towards the general.
"Who is she, anyways?" The general asked the Prime after he had examined the woman's profile.
And he knew what the general meant, but Optimus couldn't help but feel as if he was asking who she was to him.
Who is she to him?
The words leave him before he can stop. "My sparkmate."
End of Chapter XIV
That's the first time I wrote smut and writing something spicy for the first time was nerve-wracking.—Stwawbewwy