Firewing opened the door to her quarters and couldn't help but feel aroused by the sight before her. Megatron was sitting on the edge of the berth, his optics burning with desire, as he stared at the femme. "Hello my queen" he purred.

"Hello my king" Firewing whispered as she walked towards the mech. She reached her servo out to grasp his tenderly, running it up his arm, causing him to shudder with pleasure. "I thought I'd lost you" she admitted as tears fell from her optics.

Megatron lifted his servo to brush the tears away, before cupping her cheek. "I will never leave you" the mech promised pulling the femme into a passionate kiss. He moaned blissfully into her mouth as her servos stroked his chestplates. He pulled her into his lap, enjoying the feeling of her legs either side of his. His arms wrapped around her back, servos finding her wings.

Firewing groaned as his servo stroked her wings lovingly, her servos gripping his shoulders as pleasure started to build in her frame. She missed how good it felt for her mate to touch her frame lovingly. She gasped as his digits found the gap between her wings, allowing his glossa to enter her mouth to play with her own. Her servos moved down his frame to find transformation seams, digits dipping in to play with anything she could touch.

Megatron pulled back with a groan of pleasure as the femmes clawed digits found sensitive wires. "Oh frag" he moaned, as the femme pushed him to lie back on the berth. "Primus you're beautiful" he whispered, as the femme looked down at him lovingly.

Firewing smiled as she lent down to press a kiss to his chestplates, before trailing kisses up his body to his neck. She gasped as the silver mech suddenly flipped them over, now pinning her beneath his frame. "Oh primus, yes" she moaned as his servos stroked her wings. She reached up to touch him again, by suddenly found her arms pinned above her helm by one of his large servos.

"Let me pleasure you my queen" the silver mech whispered into her audio, as he stroked her cockpit, causing the femme to arch her back with a gasp of pleasure. "Let me love you" he whispered into her audio, as the cockpit slide open. He smiled as his digits slithered into the cockpit to play with the controls, his other servo holding her arms steady. He watched her faceplates contort with pleasure as she writhed beneath him. "Primus your beautiful" he whispered. He continued his ministrations, knowing that the femme wasn't going to last long. He wanted to claim his queen again, but also wanted to watch her overload first. He continued his loving attention on her controls, loving the beautiful sounds it dragged from her. Her smiled as she suddenly arched with guttural cry of pleasure as overload washed over her.

Firewing moaned softly as her overload tapered off, sighing as Megatron released her servos; which she instantly wrapped around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. "Please" she whispered, her servos stroking along his broad shoulders. "I need you" she groaned.

Megatrons growled as he moved his servos down her body to stroke her cod piece, causing the femme to moan blissfully. The silver mech smiled as the piece slide aside almost instantly, moaning as her scent hit his olfactory senses. "I'm going to make you scream my name" the mech growled as he sunk a digit into the femmes valve, relishing how the valve gripped his digit.

"Oh frag" Firewing moaned, as her legs tightened around his hips, her servos gripping his arms. "Frag yes" she hissed, as he added a second digit.

Megatron loved how the femme writhed beneath him, causing such delicious friction. He pulled his digits from her valve, making the femme groan at the loss, before opening his own cod piece, his spike instantly pressurising. He kissed the femme as he pressed his spike to her valve, moaning into her mouth as he thrust into her with one smooth motion, shuddering as the valve quivered around his spike. "Frag" he gasped.

Firewings servos ran up the mechs side, finding gaps in his armour as he thrust into her hard and fast. "More" she groaned, as she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, encouraging him to continue.

Megatron sat up one servo planted on the berth to steady himself, the other clamped tightly to her hip. "Of course my queen" he whispered, as he picked up his pace, pistoning himself into the tight valve. He groaned as her digits found a transformation seam on his chest.

"Frag close" the femme groaned as she felt her overload nearing. She doubled her efforts on his chestplates, smiling when she heard him growl.

Megatron lent down, supporting his weight on his elbows, to press his lips to her neck. He sucked at the energon lines that ran down her neck, before pulling one into his mouth to nibble it. He felt her servos suddenly grip his chestplates tightly, knowing that she was not going to last much longer. He felt his own overload nearing fast but wanted her to go first. He moved one servo to the femmes wing, clawing the appendage gently causing the femme to moan sensually. "Overload for me" he whispered, as he pinched the wing tip.

That was all the femme needed to push her over the edge. She arched back howling his name as her overload hit her hard. Her servos gripping his chestplates tight enough to leave stratches in the armour; not that Megatron minded, as her valve rippled around his spike.

Megatron thrust into her few more times before slamming himself to the hilt with a roar of pleasure as his overload washed over him, his transfluid spilling deep into her valve. He panted heavily, trying to cool his heated frame, as he pulled out of her; both their cod pieces snapping closed, falling to his side next to her. He pulled the femme to his chest, her helm tucking under his, as she put one arm over him. "I love you" he murmured to her.

"And I you" she replied tiredly before she fell into recharge.

Megatron kissed the top of her helm before allowing his own systems to fall into a much needed recharge.

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