Warnings: Sexual Content!
"Skywarp, what are you doing here?!" he asks in a stern tone when he recovers from the shock at seeing her there, very much aware of the sniggers coming from not a few of his colleagues.
His wings twitch in agitation and when he turns to face the sixteen suddenly very interested males on the screen he rapidly dismisses himself and deactivates the screen and the video link.
He is never going to live this down.
They had already taunted him at the beginning of the meeting.
"So, how is it going with that little cutie you brought back home to Vos?" Ironhide, one of Iacons two enforcer agents had leered at him.
"I wouldn't know." He had answered rather curtly. It was the truth. No one was allowed to deal with the trafficked females other than female enforcers, which was why all he knew was from the reports provided by the medics at the facility. So far it seemed she was recovering.
"Oh come on Thundercracker! We all saw you around her when Skyfire came down from orbit to transport us. You couldn't take your optics off her once." Onslaught, Tarns enforcer agent had chimed in, leering as well.
"I hear you have neglected your duties to your Crown lately" Jazz; the enforcer agent of Helix had teased.
To that Thundercracker had grimaced. Gossip among the nobles simply traveled too fast to his liking.
He knew that Starscream was livid about his recent absence in the official duties among the nobles of the various city states, but he couldn't care less. Starscream knew what he got himself into when he decided to trine to an enforcer. And if he had thought that Thundercracker would just give up on the work he had vowed his whole life to when he became royalty, then his trineleader had been in for a huge disappointment.
And now they had even more gossip.
With a sigh he turns his attention back on Skywarp, wondering how he is going to deal with her.
"Your eminence, I'm so sorry I couldn't stop her from entering." The secretary apologizes as he dismisses her from the office.
"It is okay. Go back to your duties. I'll deal with this." He answers with an edge to his words. He don't know if he is happy that she didn't manage to stop Skywarp or angry that she failed in stopping the black and purple female. Feelings are warring inside his spark and he decides to go with a mix of elation and annoyance.
After all he is happy to see the female, but annoyed to get his meeting disturbed like this, and giving his colleagues even more to taunt him with.
When the door swoosh shut behind the secretary he rises from where he is sitting on the desk and places himself in the chair before he studies her.
She looks much healthier than at the brothel. Her colors are clearer with the purple almost standing luminously against the black. With his gaze following the lines of purple on her frame his optics lingers on her wings, travelling from wingtip to wingtip before he follows the line of her neck up to her face and then to travel down her frame until his gaze lingers on her slowly rotating turbines in the thrusters.
"Your flight systems are online." He states pleased before he lifts his gaze to her face again, looking into her bright red optics with a faint smile on his lips.
"Yes." She answers a bit hesitant.
"Good. That is good." He answers before thinking and then cringes at the tame reply. And of course her systems are online, if not then how would she be able to even get to his office.
He mentally facepalms.
"Did you-… Do you-…" he begins hesitantly, and just wants to kick himself. Then after a deep sigh he asks "Why are you here?", finally managing to get his vocalizer to work right and not sound like a youngling dealing with his first crush.
Her cheeks gain a faint red color before she rather shyly walks closer and daringly yet innocently places herself at the spot on his desk he just had vacated.
"I can't forget you." She weakly whispers while her optics swallows his amazing frame so close to her, but still yet so far away.
His wings perk minutely only to lower again instantly and she isn't sure she even saw the movement in the first place or if it is her processor playing a trick on her.
Her scent this close clouds his olfactory sensor and he feels how his processor is swamped by the tantalizing scent that is uniquely hers. It's delicate and fragile and oh so tempting.
Idly he wonders if she knows what she is doing to him, but her innocence is so clear in the way she holds herself in front of him that he doesn't think her capable of such deviousness.
He needs to pull on every ounce of mental strength he possess to drag his processor out of the swamping haze and after resetting his vocalizer several times he manage to answer without his voice taking on the hoarse huskiness that is so tempting.
"I'm an enforcer." He explains, hoping to get her to understand and leave before he does something very unwise. Withstanding her is becoming more and more difficult with every klik she is in his office and he regrets that he dismissed his secretary; at least with the other there he wouldn't have been a victim to her temptation like this.
"I know. I was told it is pure natural for me to want to connect with you; with you being my savior and all." She answers, her optics dulling slightly with emotions. He can't discern what emotions fill her. All he can feel is how his frame begins to heat at the thought of them connecting, socializing and from there on his thoughts deteriorate into what else they can be doing, lust and need filling him. But his professional side screams at him that if he takes what he thinks she is offering, he is just going to be taking advantage of her weakness.
He will be little more than the customers she has serviced all her life and the thought firmly kills his rising arousal.
"Skywarp, I can't. We can't." he croaks, his voice still affected by the arousal, however much the heat in his frame is cooling.
Primus, why is she affecting his like this? Never before has he experienced any of the females he has liberated to have this strong an effect on him.
The weak whimper escaping her vocalizer at his words almost undoes him with his spark contracting painfully.
"You don't want me either. No one wants me." she sobs, tears slowly trailing down her fine facial lines and dripping onto the desk.
His gaze lingers enchanted on the pool slowly growing on his desk and he feels her trembles through the metal as she shakes.
"I-. It's not like that." He tries to sooth, and following instinct he reaches towards her and gently caresses her down one of her arms. She flinches slightly at the touch and he removes his hand instantly as if burnt.
"No!" she proclaims through tears. "Touch me! Please…" she begs and she desperately reaches her hands to take his retreating hand.
He allows her to take his hand, but when she tugs on it to get him to touch her, he holds back. "It is unwise Skywarp." He warns her as he feels his processor once again becoming increasingly clouded. If she continues what she is doing he knows he is going to give in, but he fights it as long as he can. Maybe she is just going to give up before he fall victim to his own basic needs if he keeps resisting.
Then she leans in and connects her plating with his hand before he manages to retract it further.
Scorching hot plating greets the sensors littering his hands and fingers and he groans at the feeling of her.
Must stay strong.
Mustn't give in.
He clenches his dentas when she moves against his hand, drawing a small friction between their plating and the groan deepens with the pleasure the movement's cause.
"Skywarp." He croaks, trying to liberate his hand, but somehow all his strength has left him and he is unable to break the contact. "Don't, please." He begs.
Her next words break him completely.
"But I want you. I need you." She whispers and her voice is so innocent and seducing, tinted with desperate need and lust.
Offlining his optics in defeat, his whole frame is swamped by tingling pleasurable sensations as he gives in; after all he knows when he is game over.
She must have sensed her victory, because he onlines his optics in shock when her lips graces his own shyly. He didn't even sense her moving.
The touch of her lips kindles a fire in his spark and if he had been able to salvage just a bit of himself before, he is completely lost now. With fervor his hands grabs her head and he deepens the kiss as he devours her mouth.
She moans into the kiss and scoots closer to him on the desk until she finally dumps into his lap, desperate to have more of him touching her.
When he breaks the kiss he buries his face in the crook of her neck scenting deeply while his hands travels her frame. "You're so perfect." He brokenly whispers against her neck before he lifts his head and the touch of his hands gains a new sort of determination as they trails the line of her frame until they settles on her wings.
With a gasp she throws her head back at the pleasure shooting through her frame at the expertly touches applied to her wings.
"Yessss." She hisses passionately.
Reciprocating in kind her hands finds his wings and mirrors his touch. Curious she lets her fingers trail the decals on them and laughs when she draws a strangled moan from his vocalizer. Emboldened by his response she leans in and kisses the edge of the decal on his left wing. He shudders under her with the wing trembling and she smiles at the reactions she draws from him.
"So beautiful." She whispers against the increasingly heating plating of the wing. Retreating from the wing she leans in against him "Take me." she whispers seductively while her hands trails down his frame towards his spike cover.
Before she knows it she is forced against the desk with her upper frame leaning heavily on it and Thundercrackers frame leaning against hers – his scorching pelvic plating grating against her aft.
Whimpering she struggles to get upright again, but he keeps her down with a grip to the back of her neck, pressing her down into the surface of the desk.
"Open." He orders in a hoarse voice.
With another whimper she allows her valve cover to slide aside and trails of lubricant begins to travel down her legs showing her clear arousal.
With a satisfied hum he leans over her, his lips touching her audios.
"This for once is not about me, but you. Relax and let me pleasure you." He tells her huskily before he dives down between her legs and allows his glossa to playfully lick at her leaking valve.
Humming with pleasure, he savors her exquisite sweet taste and he spreads her legs wider to let his glossa get a better entrance into her tight little valve.
"Oh Primus, you are so delicious." He murmurs through breaths, unable to stop exploring the treat her valve has become to him. Her valve begins to ripple increasingly around his glossa and when she overloads he drinks her dry of the released lubricants before he rises to stand behind her.
Leaning heavily on her, forcing her cockpit to squeal against the desk he turns her head and kisses her passionately, sharing the taste of herself with her. She moans weakly at the sweet taste, the post haze of the overload – the very first in her existence – hasn't left her completely and her processor is still spinning from the energy released in her frame.
Reaching down between her legs he gently nudges first one then another finger into her valve before he begins to scissor them to spread her tight insides.
"Are you ready for some more?" he huskily murmurs into her audio after a few long and tortuous breems and biting her lower lip she nods.
A faint click is heard and then she feels his spike extend and pressurize.
A shaky groan leaves her vocalizer when the tip nudges at her sensitized plating, then he lifts himself a bit from her frame and positions the tip at the entrance to her valve before he – with his hands grabbing her hips – slowly pushes it into her.
She hears him groan as more and more of his member is entering her and she feels how her own frame begins to tremble more and more violently until she is screaming in another overload as every single one of her sensors in the valve is triggered by his impressive girth. It's the first time the pleasure they are receiving from the contact is this strong and it rattles her.
Sheathed completely inside her he waits for her to come down from the overload.
"Oh please don't stop. Please don't stop moving!" She begs feverishly, unable to handle the pressure to her sensors. It is too much!
He begins to withdraw from the valve with a grunt, his grip on her hips tightening almost painfully. "So tight." He breaths.
With only the tip of the spike still inside her, he begins to push into her again, a long drawn out groan following his movement as he slowly fills her again. She unconsciously spreads her legs wider to accommodate him easier and she grounds back against him and impales her firmer on his spike with a desperate whimper.
"More please." She begs, unsure if it is harder, faster or deeper she actually means or all three.
He releases his grip on her hips and instead curls his hands around her waist for a better hold before he simply gives in to his deep arousal and pounds into her.
Her gasps, moans and whimpers urges him on and he offlines his optics to savor the feeling of her valve devouring his spike at every thrust into her. Slowly he can feel the build of an overload behind his spike, but clenching his dentas he forces it back, wishing to feel her for as long as he can.
When her valve begins to ripple in pre-overload he adds a few more vicious thrusts into her to send her over before he jerks his spike out of her. As she trashes in another overload he turns her around to lie on her back on the desk and when most of the trashing has subsided he enters her again.
Looking into her face as he begins to move again he smiles at the sight of her half-shuttered optics and the slightly parted lips as she pants.
"So beautiful." He pants, and then groans when he feels how his overload mercilessly gets closer with every thrust.
Willing it to last just a little longer, concentrating to force it back, he is taken by surprise when he is bathed in bright blue spark light and shocked he looks down into her bared spark.
Swallowing hard, fighting with the rapidly approaching overload and his basic coding compelling him to take her – to create together with her – he stops for a moment to reach into his subspace to retrieve a buffer.
A buffer is a piece of silicone which prevents the signals the male's spark sends out during their connection from being received by the female's spark and thus prevents that the female's creation protocols activates and splits her spark, while it allows the pleasure to flow freely between the two sparks.
Parting his own cockpit he bares his spark and inserts the buffer in the sockets on the edges of the sparkchamber and creates the needed barrier.
Then he lowers his frame to lay flush against hers and brings their sparks into touch before he begins his thrusting again, this time shallow but hard and fast, driving the both of them into a divine pleasure feeding his spike's rapidly approaching overload as well as the overload growing between their sparks.
His whole vision blanks in white when both overloads happen inside him and he screams in the pleasure assaulting him, his spike releasing his transfluids in several heavy spurts into her valve. Completely spent he collapses on top of her, unable to move for several kliks as his processor is swamped by the overload and the following post overload haze.
After half a breem he lets out a groan as he composes himself, lifting his heavy frame off of hers.
Supporting himself with his hands on the desk on each side of her waist he looks down at her, his breath still heavy.
She is completely offline.
With a satisfied smirk he straightens himself and dumps into his chair to relax and recover.
It had been a powerful dual overload for his part and for her it must have been an all-consuming experience to overload by her spark. Not to forget the overloads experienced from her valve earlier.
No wonder she offlined by it.
Removing the buffer, he closes his cockpit over his spark again before he reaches into his subspace and retrieves a rag cloth. Then he gingerly cleans his frame of any evidence of their tryst – not that it is going to change the fact that everyone in the tower possibly has heard their intimate bout, after all his office isn't soundproofed.
A sigh draws his attention to onlining red optics and he smiles.
"Welcome back to the world of the online." He greets her teasingly.
"Wha-?" she asks, lifting her head briefly only to let it clatter back onto the desk.
Everything spins.
"I feel fuzzy." She states confused.
"Aftereffect of connecting our sparks" he reassures calmly.
"Oh." She answers bemused. Then "I can't move. Can you please help me up?"
Laughing deeply he rises to steady her into a sitting position.
"You need to close your cockpit." He tells her when she doesn't move to do it on her own. Idly he wonders if she is even aware that her life force is still bared to him.
She fumbles with her arms until she manages to get them to work properly. Then she closes her cockpit and seals away the spark still tempting the male.
"That was amazing." She proclaims when her processor finally catches up and a lazy smile plays on her lips. Tiredly she gazes up at him.
"I love you." She says before she manages to catch herself and it is visible in her widening and terrified optics.
But instead of refuting her Thundercracker just nuzzles the crook of her neck with a hand and holds her gaze with his soft optics.
"I love you too. I think I fell in love with you the instant I saw you." He answers her impulsive exclamation of feelings.
Offlining her optics she leans into his touch when his hand travels to her cheek.
When she onlines them again his optics has taken on a new seriousness.
"But even if I love you, I'm committed to-" he explains in a grave and serious tone.
"-to the Crown of Vos." She breaks in, unsure what she is to lay into his words. Is he rejecting her?
"Yes to Starscream, the Crown of Vos." He sighs. Starscream is going to kill him for this.
"I'm going to take you with me home." He then adds in a tone which demands no argument.
She stares flabbergasted at him.
Oh Primus! She briefly thinks in her initial shock.
Then smugness fills her. At least now she can get a closer look at the royal residence without the guards telling her off. They won't dare!
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