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Chapter 14

Sweet Surrender

Starscream's green eyes snapped open the second he felt the human's touch.

He could see her arm, lost between the sheets as her fingers, soft and warm, grazed his masculinity like a gentle breeze.

Confusion filled him as he attempted to clear his thoughts; perhaps he was still dreaming, the nightmare about to end just as all the others had, ready to make way for a new one. But as Stella's gaze met his own and a smile grew upon her face, Starscream realised he was no longer in recharge.

Another graze and he was sure. One astro klik before he was falling into despair, doomed by that accursed well, and now he was the pleasure toy of a disgusting flesh being. This was his reality, his nightmare come true.

"Whh...what the slag?" he muttered as he clambered backwards, throwing the bedclothes off himself to expose his violated nudity.

"Shhh, relax honey," Stella cooed as she withdrew her hand and began to caress his thigh. "You were having a nightmare, but it's over now...you're safe..."

"Get your filthy hands off me... I may have the strength of a worm now, but I can still crush you like an insect."

"Take it easy, I'm not gonna hurt you," Stella said gently, pulling her hands away from him. "But I had to wake you, you were terribly distressed and you probably would have hurt yourself had you kept going on the way you were. Are you feeling ok?"

Starscream regarded the female with a scowl on his face, his back pressed firmly against the headboard and his knees drawn to his chest. "Oh, I feel fantastic," he said spitefully.

"I'm really sorry I startled you like that," she continued, ignoring his ire. "Would you like me to get you anything, a glass of milk or something to eat?"

"No."

The pair sat in silence for a moment, Starscream glaring at the femme while she smiled back. Her presence revolted the ex-Seeker, but the sound of the rain outside and the pain still in his muscles reminded him that for the time being, her dwelling was the only suitable option.

"You should try to rest, then," she spoke again, edging closer.

Starscream backed further away. The situation was so new to him. Usually it was he who was the predator, not the prey... Weakness had never felt so tangible as it did in that moment.

"Come on, honey, I promise you you'll feel better in the morning. Trust me, you just need to relax," Stella said, placing her hands on his body to guide him.

And her hands were so soft... How he could tolerate the touch of something he despised so much was beyond his understanding. Once again he was sure that the Well of Transformation had messed with his mental patterns as much as it had done with his structure. He wondered how much damage his personality had suffered... Was he still himself? Why wasn't he getting rid of that human femme as he should be? Killing her and taking over her dwelling, that was the procedure to follow. Was weakness and sickness the only reason he was violating his Decepticon code, the one he was so proud to follow?

The Decepticon slithered slowly down the bed, unsure of what to expect. As he lay back and felt his head touch the pillow, his hand reached for the blanket beneath him, but the female pulled it from his grip.

"Just wait a moment, sugar," she crooned as her fingers began to gently massage his shoulders.

As much as he wanted to fight it, Starscream couldn't help but find the human's touch minutely pleasant. He could feel her slowly working the knots from his tired muscles, allowing him a welcome reprieve, and it wasn't long before the fog of drowsiness returned to his system.

Starscream closed his eyes.

He felt the human's touch drift to his right arm; he refused to admit to himself that he was enjoying it, yet he didn't stop her as she shifted her attention to his left arm.

A few minutes more and she was caressing his chest... And then suddenly, one of her hands moved downwards.

"N...no..." he mumbled tiredly, still on the brink of unconsciousness.

The hand immediately retreated, caressing his abdomen. The female was making her intentions clear.

And then, it happened again. One of her hands headed toward the part of his body he didn't dare to look at. Her index finger touched his skin again, softly travelling along Starscream's intimacy from its base to its tip.

Thoughts rolled over themselves inside his head with disorganized violence, just as the wave of energy assaulting his groin.

Stella continued her fleeting caresses, grazing, touching… it took only one of her fingers to make the mighty Starscream feel unable to move.

"W-what…?" he stammered, trying to voice the small amount of logic he had at that moment. He had been with countless femmes before; pleasure had never been a stranger. But that femme was a human… a human… interfacing with a human was out of the question. It wouldn't have been natural… it would have been perverted. He was a Cybertronian, a Decepticon… Organic beings were far too inferior to even be considered as pleasure providers.

Her hand closed around his penis, making him tighten all his body in response. An involuntary moan escaped from his throat.

He was a prisoner… a prisoner of her hand.

"What you have dangling between your legs…" she whispered, approaching her face to his, "is a piece of paradise itself…"

Starscream closed his eyes and frowned, his mouth half open, beginning to fall under her spell. That human knew what she was doing… she knew perfectly. Her hand stroked, rubbed, pulled… In that moment, nothing else existed but her and her touch.

"You are so tense," she continued, caressing his toned abdomen with her free hand. "Relax, sugar… I can make you feel good… very good…"

Her face was so close that Starscream could feel her warmth. Her mouth grazed his nose and looked for his forehead.

A new sort of short circuit attacked him when her lips barely touched his right eyebrow, fixating on his scar with disturbing tenderness.

A kiss…

Starscream would have liked to reject her but he couldn't. She was all over him, overwhelming him… Her softness was very disturbing. He had always made fun of feelings that he considered insults to the intelligence of a superior being such as him. Such feelings were not worthy of a Decepticon warrior, not worthy of him… But being on the receiving side of said softness was proving to be an experience as pleasant as it was shameful.

She continued kissing his eyebrow, whilst her hand continued to stroke his intimacy. He was under her control… so much that it scared him.

What was next? Resisting… or giving up to weakness? His primary instincts were fighting to overcome the heavy burden of prejudices that had him paralysed. It was so difficult to think with logic, extremely difficult… What was happening to him? If he crossed that line, perhaps there wouldn't be a way back.

His humanity had to be controlled.

"No…" he said, turning his head aside and grabbing the femme's hand, moving it away from his genitals. "Stay away from me, femme."

Stella's face reflected her confusion for a moment, but it was obvious she wasn't used to giving up that easily. Before Starscream could do anything to avoid it, her lips found him again, this time targeting his mouth.

The kiss took him completely by surprise. Her hands grabbed his head as her lips softly began to suck his, opening them.

It was so different… so new. There were no circuits inside her mouth, no special sensors to transmit energy flows. What was inside was a soft and humid tongue that made her way into his mouth, caressing, licking… looking to trespass the feeble walls of his resistance.

Starscream knew that kiss was too invasive. He had to feel disgusted; he had to stop that femme right in that moment and kill her for her audacity.

But he couldn't… As invasive as it was, the kiss was also highly pleasant. He closed his eyes and surrendered. He allowed the human to remain attached to his mouth, free to do whatever she wanted with him.

But she broke the kiss, separating from him. Starscream opened his eyes. He raised his head slightly, unconsciously waiting for more.

Stella smiled, reading the confusion on his face but also reading his desire. She stood up and slowly took off the small extension of textile that covered her shoulders and chest. The lights coming from outside illuminated her skin, her breasts barely covered by some sort of shinning cloth.

Starscream felt heat returning to his head. But it wasn't fever this time…

Stella directed her hands toward her back and the shinning cloth fell to her feet. Two big and firm breasts were exposed, capturing the complete attention of the Decepticon, who stared in fascination what was before his eyes. He knew there was no spark chamber inside her chest, thus nothing that could arouse him… but what was there instead was intriguing… and beautiful too, in its very exotic way.

Stella smirked, noticing the good impression her body was producing. And she wouldn't keep him waiting. The next victim to fall was her short skirt. Long and well shaped legs were uncovered, proudly presenting themselves before the humanized Seeker.

A small and suggestive cloth covering her crotch was all that separated her from complete nudity. Unconsciously, Starscream tried to activate his infrared vision. He had to see beyond… he needed to… he had to trespass that thin textile… he had to have her as nude as he was.

Once again, Stella could read him. With sensual and slow movements, she slid that last piece of clothing down and showed all her splendor to the astonished Decepticon.

Starscream gaped. He knew the structural differences between human males and females, but when he saw Stella naked, all the cold scientific knowledge on the matter disappeared in an astro second and all he could see was a beautiful naked femme… disturbing but beautiful. Pronounced curves emphasized her hips and highlighted her intimacy, so different from his… Starscream found that difference fascinating.

Stella sat on the bed, attracting Starscream toward her with the weight of her body. Her smell arrived at his nose; her natural scent was intoxicating.

It was too much… Starscream couldn't hold it anymore.

"Slag…" he muttered as he felt the lower part of his body aching.

Stella leaned on him and started to caress his chest.

"Do you like what you see, Sean?" she asked in a very low voice. "Because I do… I love what I see when I see you… it makes me wet…"

From his chest, her hand lowered to his abdomen… and continued going down. He closed his eyes, waiting for her hand to continue descending over his body, waiting for her to release him.

He felt her stroking his genitals again, embarrassment and fear slowly being relegated by the waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"See, it's not so bad, is it honey?" Stella purred, pressing her now naked body on his shoulder. "All you have to do is relax, and I will make you feel like the Adonis you really are..."

Every second that passed, one defeat more for Starscream... but for some reason that didn't bother him. How could he give importance to conscience when her skin over his felt so good?

Her right hand made its way to his head, her fingers twisting about his hair, as her left continued to rub his groin hungrily. Stella's mouth began to work over his neck, her soft lips kissing him passionately; licking and sucking every inch of his flesh.

Starscream felt his body tensing; not in sickness or in fear, but pleasure... How was it possible that a human could invoke such a feeling within him? How could an insignificant flesh creature bring such gratification to him, the mighty Starscream, tyrant of the firmament...?

A moan of pleasure escaped his lips, his body shaking involuntarily. What did it matter if she was human? So was he, after all...

A smile curled Stella's lips as his masculinity began to erect in her hand, the last of his barriers collapsing in the face of primal instinct.

"You are truly a gift to women," Stella told him as she straddled him, her hands resting either side of his strong shoulders, her knees embracing his hips.

Starscream looked down at her voluptuous breasts, hovering over his body, grazing his chest as she moved sensuously above him; teasing him.

"And you deserve to be fucked..." she cooed into his ear, "fucked like a god..."

A murmur of approval made itself heard; this human knew how to talk to him... knew how to turn him on...

Indescribable pleasure filled him as she lowered herself onto his erect masculinity, pulling him into the most intimate of embraces.

An overwhelming heat took over his body as she began to ride him; he could feel himself moving within her as she rocked back and forth slowly on top of him, pleasure growing with every one of her thrusts.

Stella sat up, her nails dragging hungrily over his chest as she did so. Starscream felt his pleasure increase as he watched her lean back, eyes closed, lips parted; breasts bouncing playfully, begging for his touch...

Any sense of uncertainty vanished as instinct kicked in, his body no longer able to remain motionless. His hands grabbed her chest, his fingers caressing her soft skin, touching her nipples; eagerly exploring that foreign body with increasing hunger.

Stella moaned passionately as Starscream's hands made their way to her waist, claiming her body with every caress.

What did it matter, in the end, that he was human? One thing would always remain the same; he was Starscream, the master of pleasure, god to all females, Cybertronian or otherwise.

Stella let out a yelp of excitement as Starscream pulled their bodies together, rolling her over to take his place on top of her, his lips devouring her mouth hungrily...

To be continued.


Perhaps a cold shower would come in handy ;o) Update coming really really soon.