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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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When Prizm woke Megatron was not in the recharge birth. She consulted her internal chronometer, and then layback down for a moment, there was still a few minutes before she was officially on duty. She wondered where he went to, and then realized there was a sound coming from the cleansing station. Naturally she got up, and not bothering to pick up her armor, she went to see what was going on.

Where she was from, the self-cleaning areas were quite small, and as she looked in it began to sink in that everything she had been used to, seemed to be quite small compared to the Decepticon base. His personal cleansing area contained a hot oil bath and the shower its self could probably fit three others in there with him. He caught her optic as he turned to let the hot fluid run down his back. She stood there frozen as he let out a sigh.

“Do you like what you see?” He asked not moving or looking. He stood there all of his armor off, not just his chest plate and codpiece, his optics to the floor, the spray of the solvent spraying down on the back of his neck and back, some coming over his shoulder and down his chest. One of his hands on his one hip the other against the wall on the far side.

Prizm did not say anything for a few seconds, taking in the view. “Yes very much.” Finally came out as he looked up at her.

“Do you need cleansing?” he asked teasingly moving to one side and offering the spray.

She took his offer and walked in freely, stepping in to the spray with her back to him. Megatron began to get an evil grin as he watched the fluid fall from her shoulders and slowly down her back. He had not been in the shower long, though for all maintenance purposes he had finished. He stood back a little and watched as she pretended to clean.

Prizm had not been at the base long, she had not been out of it much either, her joints did not carry the debris and dirt like the others had accumulated on a near daily basis. The hot fluid grabbed her attention; the temperature was extreme, though it was tolerable. She stood under the spray and it seemed to give her a feeling of contentment as well as a new freedom of movement. She turned around letting it spray on her head and back; she turned off her optics as the liquid began to cascade over them.

He stood there watching, as the solution seemed to accent her curves. He stepped closer then reached out to her with both hands pulling him self in to the spray as well as coming in contact with her.

She did not bother to turn her optics back on expecting him to do it in the first place. His hands were placed just above the hip, and contact was created when his rippled chest met her exposed breasts. She felt at home in his grip, the hot fluid with his grasp was nearly enough to relax her in to shut down again. Instead though she turned on her optics and leaned forward placing her head on his chest. His hands instantly slid up her back to her shoulders grasping them firmly. Prizm let out a quiet sigh, and then was distracted by the rubbing on her thigh.

Megatron held her there for a while, as his rod began to harden, working its way up her thigh, stopping just short of rubbing her port; it was caught between her thighs. He smiled as he thrust slightly the cleansing solution giving enough lubrication for him to side up to her port. He moved her hands from resting on his chest to around his neck. He then placed his own hands on her waist and lifted her. She instinctively wrapped her lags around him. He held her there optic to optic and then took a step in to the spray. When he moved his rod rubbed her sensor sending tingles of pleasure through her frame. One hand at a time he moved his hands to her aft for better support, lifting her slowly each time. The movements again made him rub her sensor, this time she sighed more audibly. He lifted again higher and when he let her down his rod had moved to her port and stayed there. The fluid of the solvent shower had wet everything and as he slowly lowered her his rod slid in to her port.

Prizm’s cables were not ready for the intrusion of his size, having recovered from the assault the night before, and a lighting bolt of pain shot through her. She ignored it, regardless of what her cables wanted she wanted him anyway. Another instance of pain gripped her as his rod came to a stop at the hilt.

She took in a few deep breaths threw her intakes to keep the spot of pain at bay. Megatron felt her tense then relax. He had judged by the grip of her cables on his pole that she needed to adjust to him again. She forced herself to keep from moving, until all the pain was gone, then using her legs she lifted herself slightly then back down again. There was no pain, and a bit of excitement tingled its way from her port to her processor.

He took that as a queue, lifting and lowering her in slow motion, thrusting in to her as he let her come down. She moaned softly in his audio as she pulled on his shoulders in an effort to lift herself. Megatron increased the pace that he had set. This particular position was his favorite, and he had been thinking about it before she had arrived. His rod swelled to full size and Prizm moaned again with more volume. A warning flashed in his vision, then scrolling across the bottom was the current time. He ignored it and began to thrust faster.

Another moan came from her as she relaxed her grip and came down on his rod. He was no longer taking his time and she did not mind. As his pace quickened she did not pull on him, but held herself steady as he moved. There was not much else she could do, her frame nearly shuttered in pleasure with each thrust he took. Suddenly there was more motion, he was moving. Her mind tried to pay attention to his motion but the feelings of bliss were too much to ignore, her release would be coming soon and she intended to enjoy it.

Megatron indeed had started to slowly walk toward a corner of the shower; he pressed her up against one side. He let her go with one hand as that foot found a hold on a small shelf that was normally used for polish. His other hand moved from her aft to her thigh just behind the knee joint. Once there he thrust again with more force.

Prizm’s vocals were stopped by the wave of orgasm that took over and pleasure seemed to wash down her. Megatron sped up again feeling her pulse on his rod, making him come closer to his own discharge. She grabbed hold of him tightly her arms under his and around his back, her head on his chest, with each new movement another flash of pleasure.

He gripped her tightly as anxiety from his own pleasure started to boil up in to his systems. She felt the pole within her grow its max as he pumped in to her with great force. She could not hold in her scream as orgasm’s bliss over took her again. That was all he needed and in his next thrust his rod burst out his searing fluid as he growled deeply. He thrust again and held it as he enjoyed the satisfaction run through his systems. She took a great breath then let it out slowly with the pulse of her spasming cables. Megatron let her leg drop, and pulled her from the wall holding her there for a moment. Then he lifted her off him and placed her nicely on the ground making sure she had her balance. She back peddled anyway to her place against the wall. He got under the spray again quickly then came back out.

“I must oversee the daily activities. Do not be late to your post.” He said as he neared the entryway between the rooms.

“Understood.” She answered with a smile, and then he left. She rinsed again then turned off the solvent. She could here him in the other room dawning his armor; she peeked around the corner so to see him.

“You do not have much time.” He called. She consulted her chronometer. It was true if she hurried she could still make the appointment time at the repair bay. She walked out not ashamed of her bare frame showing. He looked over to her as he attached the large cannon to his arm. “I expect you here when your obligations are completed, we have numerous things to discuss.” He said opening the door and letting himself out.

Prizm dawned her armor quickly, and then dashed out the door. Her mind wondering what it was he wanted to discuss.
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