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I Think Not	By : StarRaider Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Het - M/F Views: 1706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“See Megatron the venom even works on you.” Black Arachnia smiled barring her fangs once more.

“I will have your spark for this.” Megatron’s optics narrowed as he glared at her.

“I know you can feel it running though your systems, there isn’t any point in fighting it.” She passed around the table that he was confined to.

He struggled pulling at the stasis bands, the venom had indeed worked better than he thought possible. This state of being was intolerable he would have to think of another way. A bit of a smirk crossed Megatron’s lips as his processor worked. “What do you want?”

“I want to see if the Almighty Megatron can handle a trans-organic like me.” She came around the table again laying her hand on his shoulder.

Megatron refused to acknowledge the touch regardless of the fact that his sensors told him he was supposed to like it. The poison was still running though his systems like fire setting off internal alarms as it went at the is moment he had no strength to pull free, but the faster it went the faster it dissipated he would have to wait her out then turn the table.

Black Arachnia took notice he had ignored her touch, she’d just have to work harder. She slid her hand over his chest and then down his middle watching him for movement. He was so tempting, all the stories of the big bad Decepticon that he had been, the slayer of ‘bots and the terror of sparklings bed time stories. All that raw power right there in front of her teasing her and making her want him. “It would be a lot more fun if you didn’t fight it.”

“And I am just supposed to allow you to ravage me like an animal?” Sensors seemed to sizzle at her touch as if she were bringing the venom up to meet her touch, Megatron kept his intakes slow and even remaining calm as he finally saw the percentage of contamination start to slowly fall.

She leaned over him meeting his optics with hers, “You never know you might like it.” Black Arachnia smiled again licking her lips and trailed her tongue down one fang.

Anger welled up with in him but the self control would not allow him to act out yet. “Some how I doubt that.”

Her nimble fingers slid along the seam of the armor searching for the coupling that held it on. Megatron shifted making the latch sink down toward the table between his arm and body. “You can’t stop me.” She knelled up on top the table and dug down pulling the latch open and then did the same on the other side. She pulled the large piece of bulky armor up and off of him then held it out to the side of the table letting it fall to the ground. “Oopss, looks like it’s out of reach now.”

Megatron glared at her, but the cooling air on him was helping to disparate the contamination and the percentage began to fall a little faster. “You do not know what you are in for if you continue.”

Not really caring for his warning she moved one leg over his waist and sat on him, her claw like fingers running down his chest from over his shoulders down to where she sat. “All that power shouldn’t be contained in such armor.” She more or less said to herself.

It was an internal fight to not allow himself to pull free and toss the spider off of him, she had worked his nets in to a bit of a frenzy and now he was interested himself to see what it would be like, but not yet. He held his head back as she started licking his chest. He wanted to ignore it, as she worked up his chest to his neck he turned away.

Black Arachnia smiled to herself knowing he was still resisting her efforts, just how much he could ignore it she would find out in a few moments when she pulled his codpiece off. “Just give into it.” She purred.

“I think not.”

She moved down his chest again kissing lightly here and there till she had moved down far enough she was staring at his lower armor, time to take it off and see if he was truly ignoring her or had she got to him. Black Arachnia undid the clasps and pulled it off with a yank.

Megatron exhaled, the pressure that had built up there had been quiet uncomfortable, and now that it was released he could concentrate on his next move. The venom had nearly worked its course and had dissipated enough to resort his strength he was merely biding his time for the right moment now.

Leaning back she took and placed the armor to the side as she had done with his chest plate and let it too drop to the ground while she sized up his stiff rod. It was a bit more than she had even imagined, but that made her want it all that much more.

His line of vision was drawn to her as she began to lick up and down his pole. The fangs scraped a long the shaft for an instant tensing his cables in excitement, urging him to release a sigh. The last few percentage points clicked down in his optics he was ready to change the scene.

The rod in front of her responded to her touch and she had heard the Tyrant sigh. It fed her ego as she leaned down and sucked him in as far as she could.

“Perhaps it is time to even the odds?” He asked it in such a voice she didn’t think to look up but continued to service him. Megatron pulled with one hard tug his right arm coming free of the confines going straight to her helm and pushing her slightly down farther.

Black Arachnia found she unable to get up, as the rod now invaded her throat. Her first thought was to bite, and inject more of her venom, but it would do no good in this location, what she wanted would hang near lifelessly if she did such a thing, not to mention Megatron himself tearing her apart.

Another bit if metal whining and Megatron had freed his left arm, he sat up slightly with it keeping her in place on his spike while doing so. She was good, but he wasn’t going to tell her. His hand released some of the pressure that held her letting her up enough she could take in some cooling air. He could hear her breathe then pushed her back down on him once more. Control was now his.

By no means had Black Arachnia planned on sucking him off without riding him first, but now that he was loose that was very unlikely. One thing she had at least going for her was he broke the restraints so he couldn’t use them on her. Her systems were screaming with heat warnings when he allowed her to breathe again.

Megatron had enough of this foreplay he let her off his pole but kept his hand on her helm. “I think this little game is over. Let’s get down to the real business.” He pulled her up to me him adding his other hand to her so they were now face to face.

Surprised she was being moved so quickly, she moved and scrambled to she wasn’t being held up by her head. When her optics met his she saw it, a fire had come to them with such a burning flare it nearly scared her.

He held her there a few moments longer, and then pulled her close kissing her hard. He parted his lips and invaded her mouth with his glossa she responded slowly making him force it a little harder.

His kiss was slightly sweet, and he tasted good, Black Arachnia found herself wanting more of him although knowing he was rough about it. Her hands responded absently reaching for him.

“I don’t think so,” He whispered separating them, he moved them both to the side of the table, and then stood up and placed her on the table never letting her go. He got on to the table pushing her down into a laying pushing as he did. One knee between her thighs, one outside on the table while one hand was on her shoulder his free hand working at her latches first his breast plate then her lower armor each piece falling onto the floor joining his with a clink.

Each movement she gasped she wanted it full heartily but what he was doing was more than she had expected. Her body had wanted him to start with and she could feel the pain of need welling up within her. With each pulse she could feel her port seep more lubricant. It was impossible to hide just how much she actually wanted him. His hands forced her down to the table as he sat up adjusting his knee so that he had her now lined up both knees under her thighs and his staff pointed directly at her port. From this point of view she winced, he looked so much bigger now.

Megatron noticed, and a smirk came to his lips, “This is what you wanted wasn’t it?” He pushed forward the tip sliding in the sticky lube that pushed out to cover him even more.

A bit of a worried look came across her face she couldn’t answer for the conflict of it, yes she wanted it, but at her pace. The size of his rod was intimidating, and she wasn’t sure if she could accommodate it, even if she could it was going to be painful. He pushed it against her port the tip started to slide in, the heat that came from it warmed her then began to sear and sting as the pain intensified and he pushed the entire length into her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming.

The whole of the build up drove Megatron to impale her on his spike until it was down to the hilt. The spasms of cables around it coaxed him to withdraw a little then thrust in again this time with power.

She screamed unable to contain the pain that bled into pleasure. A pant grasped her as her body moved to meet his as he thrust again. It was strong and impulsive as if she couldn’t fight the want. Each time he nearly vacated her completely then powerfully forced his way all the way back down inside with a slight grunt. Her mind was a boggle, with the input from her sensory system; pain mixed with such a pleasure it was almost as if the pain was the pleasure. She screamed again.

Complete control something Megatron relished, this was no exception. His rod slid in and out of Black Arachnia was ease now each plunge adding to the build up that now warmly filled his belly. Her clawed fingers grasped at his arms as he pulled her down on to him leaving crevices where they came into contact. It only served to make him smile a little more, as he began to quicken the pace.

Optics were an option now, Black Arachnia's were flickering off and on with the swirl of pleasure her mind was trying to contemplate. He reared back and slammed his rod home roughly making her peak and scream holding on to his forearms then the table as the involuntary spasms shook her.

A few more thrusts and Megatron let himself go sending his own fluid to mix with hers as he panted and slowed. Now that he was finished he had a choice punish her for what she had done or make it so he would have more access to her. He thought about that as he pulled his pole from her.

Black Arachnia lay there panting, for cooling air. She forced her optics on to watch what Megatron was doing. She was at his mercy now and from all the stories she had heard he had none. Fear crept over her, what would he do to her?

“If I find myself here again it will be because I came seeking you. Do not disappoint me when I find you next.” He replaced his armor and strode out the door leaving her there on the table naked.
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