Chapter 18: Daydreams
Corvin was at a loss. Like, how does one deal with this kind of things? She didn't know what was expected of her. She just hoped and prayed she didn't fuck it up.
Corvin stared down at the tiny human that had been intrusted into her charge for the day. Said human looked up at her with huge, excited eyes and bobbing pink and brown hair.
"Sooo," Corvin started, not sure what to say. She was sitting in her "Old Room" with Miko sitting on her upraised knee. She said "Old Room" because she didn't actually sleep in there anymore. She'd been bunking with Optimus for a solid month now, ninety percent of the time they were banging, the other time was spent talking and stuff.
She had to admit, she was pretty damn happy with how things were going between her and Optimus. He was slowly (slooowwllyy) relaxing around her. As a Prime that had been in war for millions of years, she didn't expect him to trust her so quickly. She assumed it was the sex. But either way he was beginning to like her and trust her more than a fuck-buddy or subordinate. He actually told her some stories that she didn't expect him to share: his previous relationship with Megatron before the war.
It wasn't a "relationship relationship", but they had been friends. He had spoke of their encounters before the war, the almost pleasant company Megatron had been. Corvin had been very, very surprised that he had even brought it up, and let him talk it out until he was done.
Optimus was all around pleasant to spend time with, his calm aura and strong demeanor were nice bask in. She greatly enjoyed being around him, she exceptionally enjoyed the sex.
They were not lacking in that department, by far. They kept the mood alive better than she had been with before. The fact the Corvin was inventive and Optimus was willing to experiment helped. That and the fact that Corvin never got over her fangirl lust for Optimus, and the fact he was one hot piece of ass.
Even now she could remember the first time they tried doing in from behind.
Optimus loomed over her in the darkness of the room, the glow from their optics and bio-lights cast alluring shadows over them both; blue light glinted off of armor and protoform in the inky darkness, adding to the experience. She could barely see as she was turned over onto her front, the Prime ever mindful of her wings. She positioned herself on her servos and knees, spreading her knees out for better support.
Arousal and anticipation burned through her lines, every edge and seam on her frame tickling with charge. She could feel how hot he was, even though they were not directly touching anywhere but his servos on her hips. The sounds of his fans mixed with her fans and their heavy ventilations.
He leaned over her from behind, his front pressed down against her back, armor lining up and fitting together. She arched back as he ground into her, the squeal of metal grating mixing with their pants. His servos moved, digits dipping into seams and stirring charge, caressing all the spots that he knew would make her shudder. She was getting impatient, her arousal building up fast and demanding release. She ground back into him with a hiss of "Get on with it." She could feel his chassis rattle with his chuckle, the metal vibrating against her wings and making her groan loud. She was wiggling now, trying desperately to create friction between their bodies.
His breath was right in her audio, his chin propped over her shoulder and his chassis leaned against her's, his leg in between her's while the other was on the other side of her leg. His arms held him up, each positioned on either side of her. Suddenly, Optimus dropped all his weight onto her back, causing her arms to buckle under her. Her chassis hit the berth, jarring her but not painful. Now that he didn't have to hold himself up, Optimus had his servos free. His chassis kept her pinned as his servos trailed down, over her wings and to her hips, where he tapped her interface panel. It snapped back, exposing her fully aroused interface array.
Lubricant trailed down the inside of her legs, she could feel it trickled it's way down her legs, dripping onto the berth now that her array was free and unrestrained. She gasped loudly as his digits traced the rim of her primary valve, tickling and teasing in a way he just knew would drive her up the wall. It worked, causing her to let out loud, torcherous whimpers of need as she wiggled back into his digits.
"Optimusssss," she hissed out. The Prime readjusted his hold, her wiggling had caused her to slide backwards and further under him. It gave her a slight burst of smugness as she made it harder for him. She upped her wiggling, intent on getting at least a little bit of revenge. She used his moment of adjustment to wiggle even farther back. Her aft hit his scorching panel and she allowed herself an evil little giggle as he let out a heavy groan right above her. She had slipped back pretty far, now her helm was aligned with his chassis, forcing him to hold his weight up again so he didn't crush her helm. She ground her bare valve into his panel, smearing lubricants all over them both. She gasped at the small amount of stimulation the grinding provided.
Any plan of Optimus being in control this time and any plan he had for her flew out the window.
"Damn you," he forced out, causing her to laugh all the more evilly as she was able to coxe profanity past his "noble" lips. She knew just what those lips could do, and half of it wasn't anywhere near "Noble".
She continued to grind down, bringing her arms close to her sides to give her better leverage. He was on all fours above her, just riding along. She loved the sounds, the sounds were the best. And Optimus made beautiful sounds.
His panel snapped back and his spike hastily pressurized, already beading pre-transfluid from the end. Corvin wasted no time jerking her frame back to impale herself on the impressive spike.
Optimus yelled, throwing his helm back as his sensitive array was suddenly all… Corvin. His frame jerked forward, pushing him in further and causing Corvin to arch further into him.
Corvin rocked back and forth under him, using her leverage to add power behind each. Optimus's arms were quivering as all his focus went to that one area: his spike sliding in and out of her valve, mixing their fluids and creating more. They were both moaning messes, focused on nothing but the feel of it all. Names crossed their lips, barely audible over the clangs of their joining and their fans.
Overload came crashing down fast, causing her back to go rigid against the underside of her Prime. She could feel her valve tighten around him, causing further friction as he slid in and out, rhythm forgotten. He came right after her, his whole frame vibrating from the force of it.
Corvin was snapped from her daydreams by a yelling human.
"Coooorvin! CoooOOOORvin!" Miko sang up to her. Corvin blinked several times before looking down at the girl.
"What?"
"Dude, you totally spaced out on me there!" Miko accused, and Corvin gave a sheepish look.
"Sorry, got… carried away in my thoughts." she said. Miko gave her a suspicious look for a moment before letting it go.
"Lets go do something!" she yelled before hopping off her leg. Corvin caught her before she did any damage to herself. Miko raced to one side of her room and pulled out her sketch pad.
"Drawing?" Corvin asked with a raised optical brow.
"Yeah! Optimus suggested that I talk to you about drawing." A small smile curled her lips.
"He would say that." she hummed. Corvin unsubspaced her drawing datapad and turned it on. She spend the next hour showing her how to draw the basics of a robot. It was fun, and Miko was a quick learner. She got the basic of Optimus's face down, along with Bulkhead, who she was determined to master.
Corvin was watching Miko while Bulkhead was out, chasing some signal in an abandoned town.
"Can we go see if Bulkhead is back?" Miko asked, looking up at her from her drawings.
"Sure," Corvin said as she stood up. She placed her servo on the ground for Miko to step on. She carried Miko to the command center.
"Hey, Doc Bot!" Miko chirped, causing the older mech to groan.
"Hwhat?" he hissed. Corvin's lips curled at the H sound Ratchet put before all his w's.
"Bulk back from recon?" she asked, bouncing up and down in Corvin's servo.
"No." Miko made a huffing sound at Ratchet's brush-off. Corvin decided to help the poor girl. She walked up behind Ratchet and placed a servo on his shoulder guard.
"Maybe we should check in on him?" she asked. Ratchet waved over to the other terminal, the one Optimus usually used.
"Call him on there then, if you are so determined to distract him on his mission." Miko 'whoop'ed and Corvin walked over to the terminal before turning it on and Bulkhead.
"Marko," Miko called into the mic, "Marko! MARKO!" Her volume increased as Bulkhead refused to respond.
::Urgh, Miko?::
"EEHHGG" Miko yelled, "You were supposed to say 'Polo'"
::Eh?:: Bulkhead sounded disoriented. ::Miko… erg, let Ratchet know I need a bridge.:: He sounded horrible. Within no time Bulkhead was back and getting patched up by Ratchet. Corvin left after a bit, not wanting to crowd Bulkhead and knowing he'd prefer to talk to Optimus (once he came) in peace.
Corvin went to Optimus's room. She was able to open it without difficulty, Optimus had given her the passcode long ago and trusted her to be in there even when he wasn't. Corvin was glad for that; besides, she wasn't one to snoop.
She sat down on the spacious berth, pushing some of the blankets and cushions out of the way.
Remember those diamonds she found? She'd been using them. And she spared no expense. A few million dollars went faarrr. She got some really nice cushions and blankets, highly durable and very soft. She had been hesitant to put them in the room, afraid that doing it would… send the wrong signal? Like she was moving in or things were getting serious. Damn, she didn't want to scare him off over some blankets! But Optimus had been chill with it; actually, he had really, really liked them.
Oh, they fucked hard that nigh, on plush cushions. It was far more comfortable that the metal berth, and easier to slide around to get into position.
Optimus later explained that blankets and cushions (cloth in general) were a rarity on Cybertron even before the war, a finary reserved for the higher casts. He had not been in a particularly high cast and had never had the pleaser. But he seemed to really like them, she guessed this after he started nuzzling into the blankets, repeatedly stating how "soft and smooth" they were as he wrapped himself in them. He had then commented on how they "weren't the only thing he'd like to wrap himself in," and it started a whole new romp.
She didn't know what it was, but Optimus making suggestive comments made her helm spin and her legs tingle. She didn't know if it was the fact that he timed them so well, or the fact that he was Optimus-Fucking-Prime. He was far from the innocent, prudish mech she had previously assumed he was.
Faarrr
Corvin grinned and picked up her data pad. She scrolled through her social medias, checking a few things before signing off again. She sighed, bored but not wanting to do anything.
A nap. Corvin nodded to herself and dove under the blankets. She snuggled up under the warm blankets, pushing around the cushions until she formed a small nest. Corvin sighed and let her mind wander. Her thoughts instantly went to Optimus.
She could smell him everywhere: in the blankets and cushions, in the room and air. He had been in here a lot, it was his room, so it was only natural that it would smell like him. Her mind drifted to one of her favorite memories of him.
Optimus's denta were clenched as Corvin ground herself down onto him. His optics were bright and his hips bucked upwards into hers. His servos were busy on her wings, pulling at the undersides of them to make her gasp. Her own servos were at work on his audio's. Stimulating his hot spot was always fun, and so good. It was so arousing, knowing that his audios brought such sounds out of him, how they were always there, out in the open even in public. No one but her knew just what would happen if they pulled on his audios. And she could. In public even, she could just go behind him and pull on them right out in the open. Nothing was stopping her.
The thought sent tingles down her whole frame.
They were not in their berth this time, rather out in a forest. They were on a "Mission" to find an energon signal that "mysteriously" popped off radar once they got through the bridge. Optimus deemed it wise to "scope the place out" just in case. Now they were here, under some heavy trees, grinding down on each other like their lives depended upon it.
Corvin got an idea, one she had been wanting to try for awhile now but hadn't plucked up the courage to act upon.
She bit her lip, her wings flicking as she wriggled down further on Optimus's hips. Black servos came up to scratch at the edge of her breast plate, making her groan and roll her helm to the side.
"Open," she said lowly, her voice purring with her engine. His panel slid back and his spike pressurized. He was reaching for her panel when she grabbed his servo lightly around the wrist. He looked up at her in confusion, it was the first time she had ever stopped him.
"I want to try something," she reassured. Optimus nodded with a breathy 'alright'. She manipulated his arms into a position she liked, high above his helm on either side of the tree they were lying under. He looked really curious now. "Keep them here," she commanded, earning a humm from him. She made a show of slithering down his frame, kissing his chin before trailing down to his windshield, down to his abdominal plating, then finally down to his waist.
"Oh, Corvin you don't have to-" she cut Optimus off.
"I want to." she said firmly. She could have been wrong, but Corvin could have sworn she saw a bright light of excitement flicker in Optimus's optics. Perhaps, he had fantasized about her doing this, but also never acted?
Corvin hummed at the thought, then took his spike into her servo and gave it one long lick from base to tip. Optimus gasped, his hips jerking upwards and his leg twitching. She placed kissed all over his member sucking lightly in some areas. The ribbed parts on his spike provided a strange but pleasant texture difference on her tongue.
His legs were twitching still, every kiss and suck drew gasps out of him. His servos were wrapped around the base of the tree in a failing attempt to ground himself. He was so hot in her servos, throbbing even. She gave the head of his spike a flick with her tongue, tasting his pretransfluid. This time he grunted and she swore she heard his gears grinding from holding himself back.
Corvin grinned and teased the underside of his spike with a lone digit, dragging the claw up the underside of his spike, tickling near the base.
"Aahhha Corrvvviiiinn," he gasped out, hips jerking in an desperate attempt for friction. He whined her name again and she took pity upon the mech. She moved her helm forward and took the tip of his spike in her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks to create suction.
Oh, the sounds he made! Corvin was about to overload on the spot just listening to him! That deep baritone singing out, yelling praises to his deity and to her, moaning so loudly Corvin was glad they were not at base for when they tried this.
She explored him with her tongue, mapping out all the groves and ribbing, even those amazing expanding plates that made her see stars more times than she could count. She tried going down as far as she could without gagging, letting the tip of his spike hit the back of her throat.
Optimus's optics had closed, and Corvin was sure that he was uprooting that tree, the way his servos pulled at it, she didn't doubt it. She suddenly jerked her helm up, leaving only the tip of his spike in her mouth before going back down.
Her mouth was suddenly filled with transfluid, and Optimus was screaming.
"hhhHHAAAAA!" his back arched from the ground, and a loud ripping sound was heard as Optimus's immense strength uprooted the tree. Charge zapped off the edges of his armor, his whole frame jerked and his legs clamped around her torso.
Corvin pulled back, coughing at the unexpected deposit of fluid. She wiped her mouth after she cleared her throat. Hmm, he didn't taste that bad, rather sweet, actually. Must be from the excessive amount of rust sticks she'd been feeding him.
"Sorry," Optimus slurred, his optics glazed.
"S'fine, Optimus." she smile up at him. His leg unclamped from around her and she shimmied back up his frame. She laughed at the sight of the tree, which now was almost completely free of the dirt, only one stubborn root remained in place. Optimus blearily looked up at it, on lip twitching upwards, but he was far too tired to hold it up.
"That was good," he slurred some more, wrapping two heavy arms around her. His overload had been a real powerful one, and had drained him quite a bit. Corvin grinned.
"Been thinkin' about me goin' down on ya for awhile now, haven't ya?" she snickered as Optimus hushed her.
Corvin was grinning at the memory, it was one of her favorites. She hadn't overloaded then, but Optimus made sure to repay her and then some later that night.
Corvin suddenly didn't want to sleep. She sat up and walked out of the room towards the command center.
"Which means we cannot allow Cybertronian biology to fall into their hands," she heard Optimus say as she walked into the room.
"Sounds like recon! When we going?" she spoke up, stretching her arms in the air as she moved to stand between Ratchet and Optimus.
"Where have you been?" Arcee asked, folding her arms.
"Pickin' daisies just for you, hun." Corvin winked at Arcee with a grin. Arcee shook her helm with a smile. "Na, I was trying taking a nap. Didn't work too well so I decided to come out here."
"Something plaguing your thoughts?" Ratchet hummed, giving her "the look".
"Yes, the date of my next medical exam kept popping up," she sassed, making the group laugh a bit. A few minutes later, Miko was trying to get Bulkhead to go.
"But Bulkhead, you gotta go with!" she said. Bulkhead huffed.
"Don't wanna," he pouted.
"Bulkhead," Optimus called, causing the wrecker to look over at them.
"Optimus, I'm sorry. I just cant do it," Bulkhead said, walking a bit closer to the Prime. Corvin shifted on her heels, ready to take off into the skies once again.
"I support your choice," Optimus said, drawing a surprised "what?" from both the wrecker and his charge.
"Given your history with Breakdown, your judgement may be clouded, and thus jeopardize the mission." he explained, lifting his servo up a bit. The bridge fired up behind them. "Besides, the Decepticon may be in more need of a medic then another warrior." Ratchet walked over.
"Locked and loaded, Optimus." he said, holding a scanner.
"Autobots!" Optimus called to the team, raising one servo high over his helm. "Roll out!" he dove forward into the bridge, transforming into his alt-mode before hitting the ground. Corvin dashed forward and did a front flip into her own alt mode.
Her thrusters hummed as she shot forward into the bridge, trailing above the convoy beneath her. They hopped through the other side of the portal, the bots beneath her transformed and powered on their blasters. Corvin banked to the side, not transforming just yet. They scoped the place out for a moment before she got a comm. from Optimus.
::Stay above us and out of sight. Alert us if you spot anything.:: he ordered.
::Roger, dodger.:: she confirmed before shooting up into the clouds. She watched from above as they followed Ratchet further into the abandoned town. They neared the center of the town, all looking around with their weapons drawn.
Corvin zipped through the air, turning her thrusters low and gliding for a bit. She let the wing carry her, only igniting when she started to descend.
She looked back down and noticed that the bots had gathered around a dried up fountain. A movement caught her optic: a ground bridge portal opening, and a green truck coming out. She didn't comm. Optimus to tell him that Bulkhead had just appeared and had taken off after a MECH vehicle. She cruised around, enjoying the brisk air against her wings.
That was, until a large explosion erupted from the ground below her.
Corvin started, accidentally transforming into her bi-ped mode. Her thrusters held her up as she scanned the ground frantically for the Autobots. There they were, a few hundred yards away from the blast, all looking like they got a bit singed around the edges. Corvin was quick to land, finally able to do so without stumbling. She rushed over and helped the others up.
"So," Arcee stared, "anyone know where the rest of Breakdown is?" Corvin's audio's twitched as she heard a faint sound of gun fire.
"I hear gun fire that way," she said, pointing north. The others followed behind her as she followed the sounds. Optimus then got a comm.
::Bulkhead to Optimus, randevu at my coordinates. I am in need of backup.:: They all picked up their pace after that, running north towards his coordinates. She spotted Bulkhead, surrounded by Cons. He had just knocked Breakdown into some Vehicons.
They began firing at the Decepticons. Corvin's servo transformed back into an ion blaster, triple barrel. Her shots were blue in color and burnt holes in her enemy's armor. They all stood in formation behind Optimus as he led them into the battle.
The Decepticons quickly retreated, Breakdown getting one last shove on Bulkhead before driving off, ion blasts hot on his aft. The cannons died down and the Autobots gathered in place.
"Engaging the enemy alone was even more foolish this time, Bulkhead." Optimus said. "But, I am honored that you saw fit to rescue your rival. You have truly risen above yourself."
"Did you see?" Bulkhead asked excitedly, ignoring the once-serious tone of conversation. "I beat Breakdown with his own hammar! I won the rematch!" Corvin laughed at Bulkhead's goofy actions.
"I'm sure Miko would be proud." Arcee said with a humored tone. Bulkhead smiled and they all returned to base.
(AN: yay another chapter!
OK Y'ALL! I AM STARTING A COMIC a comic based on ISR. I've already got the first part up, the Prologue as well as a teaser comic :D I'm already working on the Chapter One of it. Please go check that out on my Deviantart page.
Im working on a surprise as well~
Well, Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, since I'm out of school now, it should go a bit faster :3
Guest: Yes, there will always be more chapters for this story.
Rumbling Frenzy: hehehe, let me implant the seed in your mind! CORMUS CORMUS! (fucking love that ship name).
GoddessNefertari17: Yes they haveee and yes they will! doing the dirty is their day job XD
Till all are one!
