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Command Meetings	By : Prizm Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 2560 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Command Meetings

By Soundwave’s Idol

I own nothing except for Prizm

Prizm sat at the edge of the bed, she was new to the base, and was surprised that she had been hand picked by Lord Megatron himself to head up the new femme seeker group that now had gained more prestige than even the Air Commander and his wing mates. Having been altered on earth then sent to Cybertron and to the academy for training, Prizm had decided to stand out and hope to take notice of one of the commanders, like Starscream or maybe Soundwave. No the message came from Megatron himself and now here she sat in his room.

The room wasn’t bare but very neat and the desk was at the front center as if it were an office. There were a neat pile of data pads on the corner, and a nice welcoming chair pushed in behind it. Her orders where to wait here till the meeting was over and Megatron returned. Not that she minded, from the first time she laid her optics on him she knew that she could love him. She looked around a bit more, really there was nothing to it, the bed was like a centerpiece, and it was the biggest one she had ever seen. Prizm wondered how many femmes Megatron had, on that very bed. He was the talk of nearly every femme she knew save her two wing mates, one had loved Soundwave and the other fell head over heels for Shockwave, though no one understood why. This was fine with Prizm, that left her the only one who wanted Megatron, and the team as a unit worked better without the jealousy. Still thinking she sat in the chair; it was nicer than it looked. She inhaled deeply threw her air intakes and could have sworn she could smell him. She curled up in the large chair and fell in to a quiet recharge.

“Prizm.”

Prizm stirred, she knew the voice but was still unable to comprehend what the situation really was.

“PRIZM!”

She snapped up out of the chair and stood there. Megatron had returned and now he was standing there looking down at her. He smiled a little as she nearly trembled at his gaze.

“I do not want to find you recharging in my chair again.” He stated.

Prizm finally shook off the recharge and her systems came back on line completely. “My apologies Lord Megatron.”

“If you need to recharge there is a bed there.” He finished.

Prizm looked at him oddly, ‘Was that an invitation?’ She wondered, but said nothing about it.

Megatron went on. “Feel free to use it at anytime.” Prizm’s mouth fell open and her optics noticeably widened. Megatron’s smile grew at her surprise. He turned away from her to give her a moment to compose herself. The instant he moved she snapped out of the thought, the Decepticon ruler had just offered her his bed, and she didn’t know what to think. She composed herself but her mind still raced, she

had talked about this to her wing mates, and they had teased her not thinking that it was a possibility. Her first thought was to go right over and lay down, but she was still wondering what the intent was.

“Thank you.” She answered. Megatron turned to face her again; he looked her over taking her pleasant look in.

“I am very pleased with your progress at the academy, as well as your abilities to lead your team, but I have brought you here for more than just more troops.” He paused again, looking at her up and down. Prizm suddenly got nervous; she had no idea that he would consider her to be pleasing. In fact there was doubt that he was sincere at all because of her parents.

“I take my assignments very seriously sir.” She bowed to him.

“Yes, I know, much more to my delight than your father, though my treacherous Air Commander will be gone for a while to Cybertron. Shockwave can deal with him no doubt.”

Prizm said nothing, just nodded. Her mother had told her enough about Starscream for her to understand the relationship, between Megatron and the seeker as to why the seeker still functioned.

“I was a little surprised to find out about you, all things considered though I have to say that, its nice to know we are not related.” Megatron sat down in the vacated chair. “I am sure Soundwave has other duties for you to attend to, so I will make this short.” He paused, so she jumped in.

“Commander Soundwave has relieved me of duty for the rest of the cycle.” It was not that she wanted to, but she could not help it. Hopefully this would lead somewhere right now.

Megatron’s optic brow rose. “I see, he has a way of knowing what I want, before I do.” He chuckled. “In that case I want to know, if you have interest in me?” Her optics widened again, as she could not get the words out, so she nodded. Megatron smile broadened. “Shockwave tells me that your team is unique and that your wing mates don’t share that interest.”

“No.” Her processor finally saw the missing piece. Shockwave must have informed him. “They have other interests.”

“Yes, and I am going to see that they will have time to seek that interest, as I will seek mine.” He stood up from the chair and pulled her close by the hand. Surprised but happy she let him pull her into the embrace and returned it. She turned off her optics as she laid her head on the middle of his broad chest, thinking it must be a dream. She ran a systems check, everything came back fine though there was a little fluctuation in her internal heat sensor. Megatron held here there a moment, he had not had a fem on Earth yet and she to his knowledge had never. His hand slipped from her waist to the base of her wing, he knew that wings were hypersensitive and the instant he made contact she trembled. Prizm was rattling inside, and the touch of his fingers just made it too hard to hold in. He then rapped his arms around her and held her tight to stop her shaking. She relaxed in his strong grip, and loved the

power that he used. It was just how she imagined it; he was strong, very strong. After she had ceased quivering he released her and took her by the hand again, this time leading her to the bed.

Silently Megatron motioned for her to sit, she did and he sat next to her, he pulled her close again. As she looked at him, he kissed her softly, she kissed him back still not believing that he had called for her. His hands wondered over her armor, it was light and very well maintained. Finally he found the latch to her breastplate hidden under her arm, on the far side from him. He pushed forward on her to get a better grip, but the hinge was stiff and unwilling to co-operate. He stretched a little further, as impatience got the better of him, forcing Prizm down to the bed on her side. Prizm let herself fall to the bed and the hinge opened as she lay down. Megatron lifted the armor off as she arched to let the back slide out from under her. He stood up and placed her legs on to the bed then walked around to the other side. He took off his chest plating to expose his metallic muscled chest. Prizm could see the strong cables ripple as he moved; she wanted to reach out and run her hands over them. She could feel the warm oil being pumped to her face, as she blushed ever so slightly. Megatron moved on to the bed and over her, one knee between her thighs and the other outside, he sat up and placed his hands near the sides of her midsection. Slowly he slid them up, under her arms, and then around to her exposed breasts. She turned off her optics and arched to his touch, her body begging to him for more. He leaned down and kissed her again. This time she was more confident, and she kissed him back with a little more authority. He could feel the nervousness dissapate from her as he rubbed her; he liked it better that she was trying to put a little more control in to it. He pressed his palms in to the middle of her chest and slowly pushed her down, then he came up to grab her hands, and with her hands in his they where optic to optic. He nudged her chin with his nose and made her turn her head. He kissed her behind the audio, and then whispered in it.

“I have waited for you to come back.” He kissed her neck, she tried to move her arms but he refused to let them go. She struggled a little harder. He stopped and whispered again. “I am the commander, I shall maintain the control.” She stopped struggling, her mother SilverSky had told her a little about her relationship with Megatron, and struggle would only turn out for the worse. Megatron sensed her compliance and began to kiss her neck again. He had liked the look of the seeker fem since she had come from the outer planet. She was sleek and well formed, and her colors blended nicely. He pulled her arms down to her sides as he sat up dragging them lightly over her wings as they passed. Prizm felt a jolt of delight, and could no longer hold her vocalizer quiet, as a soft moan made its way out. Megatron took that as a sign to move on, he released her hands, then found the hinge to her remaining armor, he lifted her as he removed it.

Prizm’s processor raced, on one end she had nearly dreamed about this very thing, on the other disbelief that it was really happening. She reached up to him, rubbing her hands over his chest; it was hard and warm, which seemed to make her fingertips tingle. Suddenly the sound of the remainder of her armor hitting the ground brought her back to the reality of it all. He had put her back down and he removed his own codpiece, she stared, unable to take her optics off the large silver rod that stood out from him at a ninety-degree angle.

Megatron shifted his weight and brought his other knee into the area between Prizm’s thighs. He then placed his hands on the out side of her thighs and pulled her

closer letting them rest on his own. Megatron grabbed his pole and placed it at Prizm’s opening, but instead of forcing it in he angled it and it slid across her sensor.

She trembled at the sensation, as he pumped again, the motion and heat from his rod moved back and forth over her sensor again. A new feeling of want started to rise within her; it was odd at first though she liked it nonetheless. Sure he was in control, but he was making her want him in return. He continued his little teasing, as she started to move in rhythm with him. A sense of empty ness began to creep over her; she no longer wanted to be teased. Another soft moan squeaked out of her when he slid over applying a little more pressure. Her own fluid started to seep out and cover him making his rod glisten in the light. He pulled it off her had guided the tip to her sensor; he slowly rubbed it there in a circular motion. She moved and bucked wanting more than what he offered; she grasped the bed and pulled herself to him looking to fill the void. Megatron held there a little longer, he enjoyed her display of want. His urge to find his release not yet showing its self, he placed the tip at the opening of her port and forced his entry in. Prizm winced at the pain, but did not care. She angled herself to him and push on to him as much as she could. He felt her movement and sank is rod down to the hilt. Prizm cried out, but not from pain, the empty felling had gone, and a new wonderful feeling of full joy had taken its place.

Megatron did not move he kneeled there thinking, for just a moment. Many fems had been put off by his size, and though it never stopped him, he liked it much better when the fem got enjoyment out of it. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her in to a sitting position on his lap. He met her optics and she looked way, he could see that she had not intended to be such an easy catch yet here she was. His hands made their way around her wings and to her back; he then flexed his legs pushing his rod into her. She rose in his arms, she no longer was on the bed at all, as she came down he held her there supporting her weight with his arms and spread his knees wider. Once he had adjusted he powerfully pumped in to her making her rise again.

Prizm was unable to do or say anything, she sat there feeling emotions role though her. She placed her head on his chest again, every time she did it felt more right to do it. Her legs gave her a little leverage, as he relaxed she held her position in the air and when he flexed she relaxed letting him fill her completely. It was better than she had imagined, his strength was a big turn on and he was very capable of using it well. The pace that he had set was not fast, and left her wanting just a little between strokes. Megatron liked this, it seemed right to tourcher one just a little before pleasure. Prizm did not want to wait, with every thrust that came the urge to find release became more pronounced. The distance that she held between them started to shorten, she was not tired but just in need of more.

Megatron’s own want started to make its self known, he started to increase the tempo and used a bit more force to do it. Prizm moved her head as she began to move more freely, he looked down at her then kissed her again. She rapped her arms around him under his, for a better grip. He moved his to her shoulders as if to force her down on to him further.

Prizm could not take much more, the feeling of climax had started and she was ready for ride it through. Her optics flickered, with the first wave of orgasm that took hold of her.

Megatron felt the fem go over the edge as her cables began to clench and squeeze his pole. I thought had crossed his mind. ‘This fem wanted him, he could have her at anytime thus there was no point to hold back.’ He sped up again, at the second pulse he felt from her. The pressure that she posed on his rod was great and with every tight pulse it brought him closer to his own release.

Prizm, vocalized something incomprehensive, when another fit of bliss over took her, her mind nearly numb, with pleasure. Megatron felt himself nearly ready when a slight pain made him cum then and there. Without realizing Prizm had sank her fingers into Megatron’s back, unknowing to her she had done something that he loved. He slowed his pace but took longer strokes savoring the pleasure. Prizm lay her head on him again, feeling a completeness, as well as drain. Megatron slowly came to a stop, his own fuel level was only half capacity, but he had no other plans. He lifted her off him and laid her down, he then lay next to her. She moved on to him putting her head in the same area, and went into recharge. Megatron lay there thinking, this fem was different than the others. He wanted to know her more. After she recharges of course.
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