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His Pet	By : screaming_stars38 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 4739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Well, this is my first post, and I'm kind of new to the site... and also, this is exactly nine pages and two lines of practice. I don't know how great it is, but if you have praise or constructive criticism to offer, I'm open to your reviews! No flames, please, not that I think anyone would do that.
Sorry about the length! Seems I got just a little too into it, lol. Hope y'all don't mind.
This was shamelessly inspired by that "Starscream Dirty Talk" video by the guy on YouTube. I forget his name, but it was the most amazing thing I've ever heard.
Ahem. Anyway, as this is my OC and I haven't named her - and it's a fantasy anyway - do feel free to imagine it's you instead of her. I know OCs bother some people, so... yeah.
Hope you enjoy, and sorry for the long author's note! Content is just below, and I hope you like it.
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“So sweet and delicious do I become,

When I am in bed with a man

Who, I sense, loves and enjoys me,

That the pleasure I bring excels all delight,

So the knot of love, however tight

It seemed before, is tied tighter still.”

¯ Veronica Franco, Poems and Selected Letters
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What I was before I met him doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter how many men I’ve fucked. For money, for superiority, for love. All human, all before I knew something so much better existed besides my own species. It doesn’t matter anymore and it never will again. All I want is him now, and of course! Of course... he would be the one thing I can’t ever have.
The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, isn’t it?
It’s raining tonight. I was off on some business for my master; a minor diversion, that was the only thing he and his small band of scouts could trust me with. A minor diversion dealing with my previous life, they wanted me to go and kill another human, a loose end that needed to be tied up. The only way I could work up enough guts to do that was to trick that man, to interface with him and then, when his eyes were closed as he came and I didn’t, bring my newly fashioned Freddy-style bladed glove down on his heart.
And “interface” I did. Expertly and swiftly, as was usual. This time not for money or superiority or love, but because I’d been told. I could not deny him... I didn’t even want to entertain thoughts of denying him, and also because I knew what he would do to me. But with my miserable existence, it would be merciful at worst.
I’m glad I’m not a loose end.
I walk down the street, back to the hideout I’ve come to call home, where some of my friends have been sentenced. To Earth, scouting and studying us humans. I like being studied, but I like so much more to study them; it’s amazing that now I have the perfect opportunity, non?
I let the memory of my recent sex-capade run its course, but it isn’t too painful. I’ve done it so many times before - it’s almost amusing because the most satisfying times are when my client comes and I don’t. When I have to fake it. They are weak, whereas I have been molded into something stronger by the tough love of my company.
I look at the raindrops landing in puddles. Plunk. Plunk. That’s the sound they make. I feel them on my skin, and I wonder briefly if I look as wet as I think I’m getting. I had the good sense to wear a hat, so it isn’t ruining my hair.
I wonder what he is doing, my immediate master. Is he out in the rain? I don’t think he is, though... they hate this planet and everything that comes with it. That includes rain, or as they call it, the wet spawn of Unicron that falls from the sky. Rusts their armor, I suppose, is the reason they don’t like it much. They don’t like snow either.
I love rain. I love snow. And I’m allowed to, as long as I don’t drag them along with me.
It’s late, well past midnight on the human clock. I shouldn’t have been so long. He’ll be wanting to punish me for not making a quick job of it, but he’ll wait until morning, I know. He’s probably fallen into recharge waiting for me anyway; humans are slow, he says. Humans are slow, and they are also irritating.
It’s getting dark. I should get back right now.
I finally grasp the handle of the rear door. It’s the least disturbing way to get in, so if they’re in recharge I won’t wake anyone. They’re not fond of premature awakening. I look behind me as I pull the door open, to make sure I’m not being followed. The minute they find that human dead, the police will be swarming over the house for evidence. Good thing I didn’t leave any bodily fluids but his.
I turn myself when I get in, and I lock the door. I breathe a sigh of relief that I am at last back where I belong. I know I am safe here, I will always be safe from the other humans. The other, awful, scummy humans with their triumphant sneers and their grabbing hands and sycophantic ways, all waiting to get a hit in. I may be smacked around a little here, but they are protecting me. They guard me from the cruel Earth and its hostile natives.
I am one of those natives, but they saw something different in me. Something worthwhile.
“Well well.” A voice rings out in my ears, and I freeze when I hear it. Him. “What do we have here, hmm?” He chuckles darkly. “A little human slut, ready to be punished by her master.”
I have to concentrate, for God’s good grace, to keep myself from ceasing to breathe. You would think someone would know to keep breathing, wouldn’t you? But when I hear his voice, I forget everything but its sound. Everything; especially breathing.
I swallow, and it’s a thick action, trying to get past the lump in my throat. Every time I hear him or see him, that lump forms. It’s made it impossible to speak at times, making me look like a complete idiot. I turn, and I prepare myself to see him.
There he is. Starscream. Any words I might have said in my defense turn to ash in my mouth and disintegrate into nothingness as they slip down into my chest. His cherry red optics glow bright in the dark, cutting the blackness like a lighthouse’s rays.
Their beams reach me, and seem to settle his gaze on my breasts, and I don’t care. His mouthplates form a smile that exposes his gleaming denta, and it can’t be a good thing, and I don’t care.
“M-Master.” I can barely even squeeze that word out, and I must sound like I’m gasping for breath. I should have said “my lord”, but for some reason he doesn’t usually mind as long as I’m giving him respect.
“Hmm-hmm-hmm,” he laughs, getting up from his place at the counter. We’re in the kitchen, and it hits me that we aren’t far from his quarters. “You amuse me so, little human.” He reaches down and grabs my chin with two fingers, yanking it up so my eyes meet his optics. “The way you can just manage to stammer out your words when we are alone.” He gets closer to me, so I can feel him cycling his vents against my face, air coming out at me in soft, hot jets. “Why is it that you do that? Is it nerves? Or is it...” His optics flash before he whispers the last word. “Arousal?”
His voice is low and sensual, with a raspy, gravelly undertone. It melts me right down to my heart.
I’ve all but stopped breathing at this point. This can’t be happening. He hates me, and he only thinks of me as his pet, his little errand-runner. It can’t be happening, but... but isn’t this what I’ve been wanting to happen?
Shame washes over me as I realize that a part of me that the rain didn’t touch has suddenly become wet. I close my eyes in embarrassment, and he catches the nearly imperceptible movement as I press my thighs together and will it to stop. My cheeks burn, letting it happen in front of him, but strangely... his reaction just makes me want him more.
He grins at me, sinisterly. Almost... hungrily. “I see I’m correct. I dare say I know you better than you know yourself.” The grin vanishes, and his optics darken. His claw scratches me as he removes it, leaving a moment of relief before he wraps his whole servo around my body. He lifts me up, and soon I am not two inches from his faceplates, so close I can reach out and touch them if I want to. But I lack the motivation, and he doesn’t give me the chance. “I can see you expect punishment, and you shall receive it. You filthy little femme. But this time... no... this time, it will be different.”
He makes no move to be fast. He’s taking his time, almost casually, carrying me to his quarters. It isn’t far, and once we are there he locks the door. He turns and tosses me none too carefully onto his berth. I hit the wall first, but the immense mattress cushions me after I fall.
I don’t have much time to think about what’s happening, or what’s going to happen, because as soon as I can look up he’s there. He’s climbing onto the berth, kneeling, with me between his legs. And yet somehow, he still has managed to hide what I so desperately want to see. How? He’s completely open, and I don’t see a fucking thing...
He growls at me, and grabs me by the shoulder. His claws are sharp as they dig into my skin, but I still don’t mind. I’m sure endorphins and adrenaline are running rampant through me, so I barely feel any pain, though I can feel throbbing in my back. “You,” he snarls, so near my face that if I moved I would bump his nasal plating. “You are mine. Do you understand? What you’ve done in the past, that is of no concern to me. It can’t be changed. But from the moment you set foot here, and every moment after, and even right now, you are mine.”
To my surprise, he moves down and before I know it he’s sucking on my neck. I let out a small cry as his denta brush against the sensitive skin. They’re smooth, and cold, and it’s... so... so... good. I groan and reach up, throwing my arm around his neck. I feel my hand curl into a talon shape and rake across the metal on his back. I’ve done nothing to mar it, though I wish I had the strength. If I could, I would mark him. Just as I am his, he is mine.
He bites down, and I wail loudly. I briefly thank the good Lord that the walls are virtually soundproof. Knock Out would have an outright holy fit if he could hear us and not get his “beauty recharge”.
I scratch against his back again, and I let my fingers slide down, streaking against his gorget armor. I can hear him licking the blood, sucking out the fluid he just drew from me. I can’t stop myself, I brace my hands on his shoulders and fling my legs out, and although they’re far from connecting around his back, the motion achieves what I want: brings him closer than he already is.
He detaches himself from my neck, and cackles when he sees the frustrated, tense look on my face. I dig my heels into what’s probably akin to the small of his back, and a strangled wheeze escapes my throat. “Ohh! My my, you’re so inviting. What a dirty little whore you are. So... eager to please me.”
“Gnnngh...” I gasp, dragging my crooked fingers down his chestplates and still not making a scratch. “P-Please...” I parrot, though in a much different context.
“Oh?” He chuckles, and before I know what he’s done I’m lying on the berth, my jeans, shirt, and panties ripped off, in only my white bra. I briefly wonder why he didn’t remove that too, but I’m pinned down with one of his servos quicker than I can voice my query. My hair is probably ruined now, fanning out on the mattress like an auburn wave.
He leans down to me, and traces his claw down the length of my body. He twirls my hair, and cups its curve around my breast for a moment, feeling it. Like he is curious as to what a human woman’s body is like. He stops at my thigh, and strokes his claw up and down it, making me pant, dangerously close to the inside. “Do you... want my spike inside of you?” His voice is very quiet, but raspy and sultry. “My little pet?”
I slam my heel into his metal hip, though he probably only feels a poke. “Ye-es,” a voice that doesn’t sound like my own answers.
“Do you? Do you want me to fill you... till it hurts...” He leans farther, and presses his mouth to my chest. Both breasts are still covered, but they may as well not be. His mouth covers nearly the whole expanse between my breasts, and he doesn’t favor either. He just begins to suck, as he’d done to my neck, and I pray he doesn’t bite down. Small neck nibble from a few denta, I can deal with for a week or two, but if he bites down fully with all those sharp, shining denta, especially near my breasts, I’ll be in pain for months. We wouldn’t be able to do this again. “To frag you over and over again tonight?”
“Ye-e-e-e-e-es,” I growl out. I’ve growled during sex before, but this... this is a guttural, primal sound I haven’t been aware until this very moment that I was even capable of making.
He growls in return, and sucks forcefully, making me shake in anticipation, before he comes up just to cycle his vents. He looks me dead in my eyes. “Little human, you want me to punish you for being such a slut. I know you do, and you don’t want to be punished in the way that I normally do so. And I will tell you now... I want to frag you. I want to frag your willing valve until the pleasure is too much for you and I want to make you scream.”
I can barely stand it anymore. I’m so tense it’s painful, and I can’t even relieve that pain by scratching frantically at him. Why won’t he just do it already? He must know how cruel he’s being, how much he’s torturing me!
“But... first...” He eyes my neck as if contemplating another nip at it, but clearly he decides not to, as he returns to his previous position on my chest. After a few seconds of his denta scraping against the skin and making me wince, he raises his helm so he’s just above me. Not even two inches from my chest. “I want you to beg. I want to hear you begging to be punished. You belong to me... my little pet, how badly do you want it? Do you want my spike badly enough to beg me for it? Let me hear you, if you want it.”
I whimper, and I open myself up to him. Maybe I’m being indecent, but every woman needs sexual release, doesn’t she? I have sex so regularly it doesn’t even feel like release anymore. But this... God, this is a role reversal. Usually it’s me on top, teasing my victim. Is this how it feels to be in that position? “I, I... please,” I beg. “G-Give it to me. I want it. I want it so bad you’re going to make me explode if you don’t give it to me! Have mercy, just get inside me already! I-I don’t just want it, I need it!”
He chuckles and places his claw on the underside of my breast, then caresses down to my navel, and then to that tender place, where my thigh and the outside of my opening meet. I can tell that he feels me shiver. “One more time, pet. I need to hear it one more time.”
I can’t hold back from shrieking, “Fuck me, Starscream! Fuck me!”
“Hmm-hmm...” His claw traces the inside of my thighs, so close and yet so far. “What’s the magic word, my pet?”
I growl, and grind my heel into him even further. “Right the fuck NOW!”
He grins at me. “I thought for certain you wouldn’t know the right word, my little femme.” I see nothing of his supposed spike, and before I can inquire - or in no clean terms tell him to shove his metallic member inside me - he takes his two primary claws and thrusts them inside my cavern.
It surprises me, and I yelp. His claws are cold and heavy, chilling me deeply, so far down that I haven’t been aware such a part of me could freeze.
I let go of him and instead grasp the sheet. I bite my lip to keep from any further outbursts, but after a few seconds I taste blood and just let myself lose control. “Why are you doing this?!” I shout, feeling sweat pour down my face. “If you don’t want to fuck me, say so! Don’t play games with me! You probably don’t care but you’re ripping me apart inside!”
He moves his fingers, and I start to shake. For God’s sake, he’s not even truly filling me yet and it’s almost too much. Maybe he’s already being merciful, maybe it’s too much for me to handle. Maybe this is as close as we can get. His denta show again, in that wonderfully sadistic smirk, and he’s slow at pulling his claws out, almost as if he knows that every tiny motion of them scrapes against the interior of my hole and makes me bite my lip again.
“Ohhh, not yet I’m not.”
He places his used servo, claws and all, on the mattress, probably to avoid getting my wetness on himself. Making sure that I’m watching, he places the other servo’s claws on a piece of his lower pelvic plating. The one my eyes are nearly always glued to. “Listen to me, my filthy little pet... I will frag your little organic valve until you are completely, utterly spent. I will frag you until you are well beyond burnt out, and then I will keep going. When I give you an order, I expect you to accomplish it in a professional manner, not go around interfacing with human mechs at every vague chance you get! Next time, you will not act like a little whore and betray my trust. I will show you why it is that you never have to look for anyone else to fulfill you... and to just plain fill you.”
To my amazement, he slides the plating off, and my eyes widen as this action reveals his soldier, standing at attention and then some. It’s so much... bigger than anything I’ve ever seen. Then again, all this time I’ve been dealing with human men. I wonder if it will even fit inside me, and if he might stop should it hurt me.
I hear his low laughter reach my ears again. “I see you’re speechless, pet. I’d imagined your reaction to be as much.” He reaches down, and as if I’m a rag doll he slides a digit under my wrist and lifts my fingers. “Touch it. If you want me to frag you, touch it first.”
He lets his digit slide out from under my hand, but my fingers remain in the air. I notice I’m shaking, and I must look like I’ve seen a ghost. But a ghost, you know, isn’t anything special. A ghost could appear in this very room, right now at this moment, and look at us, and I would just continue. Hell, Megatron himself could ground-bridge in and he could watch us and I wouldn’t care at all, as long as we finished.
No, I don’t suppose I look like I’ve seen a ghost. I suppose I look exactly how you’d imagine I would. Like I’ve just been confronted with a larger-than-life, metal dick.
And am absolutely loving it.
I extend my arm, and he moves accordingly so there’s not much distance to go. I hesitate briefly, hovering, before I finally suck in a breath and caress my fingertips against it. Much like the rest of his body, its surface is cold. But beneath that, there’s the subtle but still undeniable warmth of a living being. Not human, but something far better.
I hear him cycle his vents extremely quickly in rapid succession, but it doesn’t last very long. It boosts my confidence slightly to know that someone like him - an alien with few humanlike qualities, and unenthusiastic about my species to boot - could become aroused just at my touch. It doesn’t really say much of me individually... just that as impossible as it seems, he responds to my physical stimulation just like any human would.
It actually makes me feel good that, as many handjobs as I’ve given, this is the only one that I’m enjoying as much as my “client”, and for the same reason.
I splay my fingers out on his spike, and briefly take away my touch. He hisses, but just as quickly there I am again, brushing the tips of my fingers over the smooth surface, so light it would feel like a tickle. I assume he would be laughing, if he weren’t just as pent-up with sexual desire as I am. I’m teasing him, and it’s my usual position, and I love it so much. He’s letting me be the way I usually am... it makes me feel that much more confident.
I could bring him to the very precipice of overload. It would be easy. I could just continue tantalizing him like this, brushing my fingers like an unbearable, constant itch over his spike. I should, with how awful he’s been to me. He would deserve it for tormenting me like what he’s done, especially now.
Do I want to? I’m not sure. But what I do know is that I want him... now.
I tighten my grip, and a satisfied sneer must twist itself onto my features, because I feel myself laughing. My whole hand is around his spike now, but even that isn’t enough; my fingers don’t reach around to touch my palm. God... he’s so lovely. “Take me,” I breathe, and it’s my turn to sound gravelly and sexy and knee-buckling. “Take me right now or I swear, my vagina will never again know the light of day where you can see it.”
He reaches down, despite the fact that it looks like he’s starting to sweat, or whatever he does that’s the equivalent. He slides his claw under my fingers and pries them off, a simple curl of his finger being all that’s needed to envelop mine. He cycles his vents heavily, puffing the warm air into my face again, and I see the most desperate look in his optics. He wants me as much as I want him. It’s his only wish to be wanted, to be needed. I can see it shining, a somber reflection in his ruby orbs.
He’s beautiful, and I want to take care of everything he needs, including this. He’s said himself he’s not perfect, not even close... even though he makes mistakes, I still love him. I couldn’t love anyone else. How could I? In my eyes, there’s no one better.
He’s close now, and I can move my hand. I press my fingers against that expanse near his mouth, my thumb catching the edge of his lip components. It’s hotter than his spike was, but even now I feel that heating up as well. He’s embarrassed to be in this position, I know, to be so wanton and reckless with his needs, to be so utterly exposed. He likes not to be vulnerable, to be strong and powerful and never faltering. But everyone must drop that once in a while; it can drain you.
I want to be vulnerable, to be overtaken by the him that is so normally arrogant with the skills to back it up. Yet at the same time, I want to dominate him and bring out a side of him I don’t see very often.
Oh for heaven’s sake, isn’t it possible to be both? That would overwhelm us.
“I want you,” my voice is trembling, and I don’t regret it, “every day. Every night. I want you to submit to me, but I want you to conquer me too.” Out of nowhere, I feel my eyes wetting with tears, and I know my tunnel is soaked by now. I hope he’s got a change of sheets somewhere. “I know I’m not making sense, but I... I just... can’t help myself. I shouldn’t tell you, but this has been my dream forever. Every time I see you, this is my fantasy. It doesn’t seem like it’ll be possible, but I want you to prove me wrong, so please... please just take me.”
“You tempt me.” He moves my hand again, and leans down. I think for a moment he’s going for my breasts again, but he gives me a pleasant surprise. He captures my mouth with his larger one, barely able to contain himself. He shocks me by being uncharacteristically tender, even being soft as he bites my upper lip loosely. He pulls away, and then repeats the action once more. He vents, and offlines his optics. “For a human, you make me... so weak. I want to do such unspeakable things to you... I’m afraid I’ll lose control and hurt you. But tonight - I must have you. I can’t hold back now.”
“So don’t.” I spread my legs, lying myself flat on the berth and pressing my toes against him where I can reach. His long, slender legs, I can touch just below the hip. “I need you. Don’t do this to me any more.” I fold my arm underneath my breast, pressing against my stomach. “Don’t... do this to yourself any more.”
His mouth opens slightly, and he fixes his optics on me half-open, as if he’s astounded by my saying I need him. “I... will frag you raw. I know I will, even if it’s not my intent, and how I want to do just that. It is going to hurt you, and I can promise it will be more pain than you have ever known.”
I take a deep breath, and place my hand over his other servo, the one he already put on the berth from earlier. It sends shivers up my spine, because his claws there are covered in me. “I don’t care. All I want is to feel you inside me. Knock Out can give me painkillers later, but now, I want the pleasure that comes first. You wanted to hear me beg, right? Well, I’m begging you.”
“If you wish to pay that price...” His claw cups against my chin and cheek, then traces down to my breast and eventually against the side of my... “valve,” he calls it. My little organic valve. I like the sound of that, to be honest. “I will hurt you, but I will take care of you.”
Slowly, he makes sure I am open and willing. With the tip of his spike he pokes against one of the sides first, and it makes me shudder. He inserts the tip in, gradually, to make sure I’m not tight, and even if I was, at his touch I would go lax. Neither of us is speaking, just taking in this dizzy, heady feeling.
“S-Starscreeeeeam,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. I wish he would go faster. He’s just trying to torture me now - but then, wasn’t that how this started out? As my punishment? Damn it all, I’ve dug myself into another hole. Of course... not as far as he’ll be digging into a hole.
“Be quiet,” he snaps. “I’m barely even inside yet.”
I’m clenching his free servo so hard I’m surprised my hand hasn’t broken off yet. He slides in further, and his spike glides ever so slowly against my inside. “Come on...” I’m close to crying by this point. I can only assume he’s had enough of my whining, because he gives an unexpected thrust. It doesn’t go very far, but it catches me off guard. It’s enough to make me shriek, arch my back, and buck my hips forward. It hurt a little bit, actually.
“I told you to stop that. Just relax, will you? I’m making my way.” A slow thrust, thankfully not as forceful and more anticipated than what he just did. “I know you’re probably not used to a building climax, but I can’t go any faster than this. If I did it all at once, I’d obliterate your necessary organs. I don’t want that happening just yet.”
I nod, and grip the sheets in my one hand, and his used servo in my other. I roll my head back and stare at the ceiling, managing to catch a glimpse of his optics as well. I’m cold and hard and wet, and I just want him to take me so bad... I know he can’t hurry, but I want him to go as fast as he can.
He slides inside me more, and his tip pokes the flesh that I can’t see. I scream and tears spill from my eyes. “S-Starscream! You’re hurting me! Y-You’re not straight, you stabbed me!!”
“I know, I know, I’m trying to fix it! Don’t tell me how to interface!” He gets a bit lower, and then tries again, and this time it goes over much better. His tip doesn’t pierce me, and it’s almost like his spike is floating along inside me, so smooth and weighty with an icy surface and a burning just underneath it.
My “valve” is pulsing, accepting him with heat and trickling fluid. I’m almost in rhythm with him, pushing myself forward with every gradual thrust he offers. It’s amazing to be totally in sync with my partner for once, instead of playing a bunch of guessing games to figure out what they want. I know what he wants, and he knows what I want. I’m following all his cues, and they’re the right ones. His miscalculation is quickly forgiven, because I can tell that he truly didn’t mean it. Once he corrected himself... now... we don’t even have to talk.
You won’t know it until you experience it yourself, but... how loved I feel, knowing that we understand each other so well.
He grunts, and I hear him prepare to cycle his vents. “H... How close are you?” he asks, before reaching down and cupping one of his claws under my breast. He can probably feel how cold and stiff I am, though I think he relishes in it. “Are you nearing...?”
I can’t even bite back a squeal, because just as he finishes the sentence, he hits it. He’s found my most sensitive place, deep inside me; the magic little “button” of a G-spot everyone talks about but no one can seem to ever find. He’s got it! Somehow I knew he would.
It’s a bit painful at first because he’s so sharp, but following quickly on that is a rush of pleasure. It’s the most mind-blowing thing I’ve ever experienced, a thousand times better than any other human guy could ever do. It’s warm and cold at the same time, and heat envelops my whole body. My head is clouded, and I can barely form a coherent reply. “Sta... arscream,” I manage to moan out, scraping my fingernails against the claws of his used servo. “FUCK! I-I’m so close - go faster!”
“I’m trying, you fragging little-!” He shoves himself forward and grinds out the most sexy, distressed groan I’ve ever heard. “Aaaaaggghh...” Half of me thinks I should be worried, because it sounds like he can barely breathe, but the other half of me is way too turned on to care.
I breathe in and out fast, squeezing my eyes shut and forcing my lower portion forward and up to him, as if that will help. I’m almost miserable by now, I’m so close to the edge and I just want release and, if I may be a bit cliché, it hurts so good. “How... close... are you?” I ask in between gasps.
“I’m nearly... overloading,” he answers, and I feel him squeeze my breast. “Ohhhh...” His optics offline, and he cycles his vents quicker. “Almost... there...”
I suck in a breath through my teeth, and silently, physically, beg him to go faster. I can’t take it, if he would just go a little deeper, I could finally have it. I get my wish, but clearly it’s not actually what I wanted at all. He goes deeper into me, and all of a sudden a terrible pain radiates out from the very spot he’s touched.
Through my tears and agony, I can hear him overloading. It’s a flattering sound, to know I’ve made him lose control like that and come. The yells come from somewhere low within him, somewhere that’s probably existed in everyone who’s ever lived, reserved just for times like now.
I suppose they don’t call him Starscream for nothing, do they?
I feel it too, when he comes. There’s a jolt between us, and his warm fluid rushes into me. You would have expected it to ease the pain, but if anything, all it does it make the feeling worse. God, why did I think I wanted, like he said, for him to fill me till it hurt? Because this was the worst thing I’d ever felt in my life. Nothing could compare to his hurt.
I choke out his name, falling backward and reaching for him. I’m crying desperately, I need help. It’s like his spike is stuck inside of me, and it’s ripping through me. My mind feels calm and blissful, but my body doesn’t match. Am I going to die? If I am, I can surely die happy, as soon as I orgasm. Is this it? Am I dying this way? Knock Out will have a field day filling out the autopsy report.
The pain burns my core, and I come.
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I wake feeling more tired than I was before I fell asleep. For a moment, as soon as I open my eyes, all I see is the darkness, but after a few blinks, I realize what I’m looking at is the black ceiling of the Med Bay. I’m light-headed, and everything is sore. What am I doing here?
I roll my head to the side, and see Knock Out at his computer. Typing away, probably doing another one of his “human studies” on me. Well, that’s not an interesting sight, so I turn my head the other way.
Oh, this view is much more interesting. Starscream is there, sitting on a stool, and looking down at me. Seems like he doesn’t know what to say, so I decide to speak first. I try to shift onto my side, but a sharp line of pain between my thighs stops me from doing this. I scream and fall back, tossing the sheet I’ve been covered with off of my body.
I stare in horror down at my slit, because it’s bleeding. The blood is almost a steady trickle, dripping down to coat the exam table under me and staining the sheet. What the hell, it hasn’t even stopped yet? Is it still nighttime, just minutes away from what happened? Did I pass out?
Well... it was bleeding anyway. Maybe it’s just an illusion, because it looks like most of the blood is dried. Once I stare at it a moment, I think it actually has stopped bleeding. I’m just seeing the aftermath.
My breath catches in my throat, and my vision is blurred again, this time by tears. “S-Starscream,” I squeak, having the odd urge to get as far away from my own pussy as possible.
He reaches down, and I think he’s going to caress my face. Instead he grabs my wrist, probably beginning to form a bruise, and I’m suddenly aware of how much pain I’m in. Not just down there, but everywhere else too. “Stop moving. You’re going to make it worse.”
“He’s right,” Knock Out calls, walking over before Starscream can say anything else. “You’ve sustained an extremely critical injury in your vagina. It would be a good idea not to move too much while it heals.” He, however, pats my head with a claw. “You lost quite a bit of blood. I’m surprised you’re awake now. I would have thought you’d sleep for much longer.”
I blink a few times and groan. “I don’t remember much...” I do remember having sex with Starscream - and it was wonderful sex - but that may have just been a dream. Better to ask for confirmation rather than come off like an insane nymphomaniac. “What happened?”
“I found you outside like this,” Starscream mumbles, crossing his arms over his chestplates. “You were bleeding from your... organic valve. Given the evidence, I believe you were... fiercely taken advantage of.” He loosens his grip on my wrist, and slips one claw into my palm. “I detest the males of your species. Things like this did not happen on Cybertron.”
So it... it was just a dream? My mind must have conjured it up to distract me from the awful truth of being raped. I can’t believe it, almost... someone like me, who has sex for a fucking living, getting raped. Assholes out there, I don’t believe them. They disgust me; the Decepticons were right, of course, as they always are. Humans are awful, every last one of them... except me. They make sure I know that. I’m special. Different.
And very, very lucky.
I’m made aware of the terrible pain again, as a dull but excruciating throb begins to pulse through my nether regions. It won’t leave, and it’s like each time I can feel another stab. “K-Knock Out... is it possible to give me any pain medicine?”
“Hmm.” He takes a look at the IV which I now realize is stuck into my arm. “Well, I’ve given you a drip already, but I think I can increase it just a bit more. Upping it after this would be pushing it though.” He puts a hand on his hip and then starts walking out of the room. “I’ll have to go get another bag. Be right back.”
Left alone in the room with Starscream now, I let out a shaky sigh and wrap my fingers tightly around his claw. It seems to fit far easier in my hand than his spike did... or, his dream spike anyway. Damn, well, why couldn’t that have been real? “Thanks...” I mutter, blinking slowly. I would feel like crying, if not for the fact that I feel incredibly safe with him and don’t... want to cry. “I’m sorry I caused you trouble.”
“Don’t be,” he vents, leading my hand - and by extension his - down to lay on my chest. “You just have my apology that you’re even in this situation. I shouldn’t have allowed this to happen. I keep forgetting how fragile humans are... we all need to take better care of you. Especially me.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” I murmur, closing my eyes. “I shouldn’t have gone out that late. I should have done the job sooner.”
“It was only under cover of night that you were safe. Don’t blame yourself.” Almost as if he’s hoping I won’t notice, he extends a claw over my left breast and presses down ever so slightly. Like he thinks it’ll calm me down. “You just need to rest. Knock Out says it may take a while before the pain subsides enough for you to walk again.”
I open my eyes briefly, and decide that they are tricking me because it almost looks like he’s giving me a soft expression. Loving. “I wanna get some more sleep, then...” I suck in a deep breath, drawing my courage, and look up at him. “Will you, um... will you stay with me? Just for a few minutes, till I fall asleep?”
He growls slightly, but it’s not like his usual growls. More like an annoyed but resigned type of growl. “I can’t spend all day here with you. I have better things to do.”
I close my eyes again, turning my head a little. “Okay. I’m sure I can get some rest anyway.” I really want him to stay, but like he said, he’s got a lot of work to do, I’m sure. Way more important than me.
I feel his claw moving, slowly circling under my breast, making me shiver. “... A few minutes, I suppose, then. But I can’t stay after that.”
I smile, and briefly look up at him before settling, trying to ignore the pain, and pulling the sheet back over myself. I wrap my fingers around his claw, feeling the fuzzy lull of sleep already entering my mind. “Thanks, Starscream...”
As I drift away, I swear I hear him say “I love you.” And that makes me think that he must have thought I was already asleep. Which, in turn, makes me think of something else. Why would he say that, if what he told me was true? If he found me outside like this? Why would he say that, unless...
Unless it wasn’t a dream?
FIN
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And there it is! I leave it up to you guys as to whether or not it was a dream. (Personally, I don't think it was. Just because I'm a fangirl and I'm the author so I'm biased like that.)
So, was it a dream?
I hope you all liked, and I'm hoping there'll be much more to come from me! Thanks for reading! ^^
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