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Autobots Femmes	By : ElitaOnegirl Category: Transformers > G1 > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of the characters. All charcters belong to Hasbro and all copyrights belong to them. Nor I'm making any money or type of profit from this story. I'm just writing this for fun at is all.

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Author Note to Lilica: I do have pics of them but a story about them or even them in a story has not been post yet. In fact, I currently doing some resreach on some japanese myths, legends and forlklore to place into the storyline. The story will be forcus on Elita and Dion and those that were left on cybertron. My occ's will have parts in it and will help. As for MissCHsparkles, she dose keep the characters and occ's in check and dose not spoil them. Which is a really good thing as fangirls or fanboys will go over the top with them in making them perfect to belong with whoever they want them with. There are some authors who do make occ's yet kept them in check, those are the really good ones! I hope I can do the same. Please do make a accont.

Chapter Three

The walk down the corridors to Jazz own quarter move at a slow pace as the saboteur servos were unable to still ideally by his side taking to roaming over delicate rosy armor, slipping his digits in between her armor and protoform. Stroking the sensitive wiring around her pelvic armor getting small mews of pleasure, his own groans of delight mixing in as small white digits came to his chassis, caressing a hot spot right below the white "4" brand moving over to his left headlight touching the responsive glass.

Before Jazz could bestow a kiss on his love antenna knowing how much it made Elita moan in bliss. The door to his quarter appeared making the white and black mech pull away momentarily quickly punching in his code. The swish opening of the door had Jazz sweeping the rosy color femme into his arms, Elita long legs wrapping around his hips with her arms doing the same.

Jazz taking hold of his sparkmate lips letting his glossa trace over his lips before slipping in, making him groan at tasting her again, like a starving mech given the finest energon there was. Glossa tracing, exploring, going over detail inside her mouth coaxing her own glossa then to do the same, Elita let out a groan as her glossa found itself dueling Jazz's making her thrust her valve cover against his crotchplate.

He let out a muffle groan feeling his semi-hard spike pressing against his plate, thinking of the moist tight feel of sparkmate velvety valve. Feeling semi-heat coming off making her hiss pleasure her valve throbbing in want as it become wet at the thought of having her sparkmate spike within her.

His knees hitting the edge of his berth, Jazz quickly but carefully laid Elita down onto his berth. Admiring the flush yet ecstasy look on her face, once sapphire blue optics shades darker reflecting delight and arousal. Black skill servo wasted no time in removing the thin armor plates that covert the white protoform underneath, placing them aside. His navy blue optics going over her admiring how protoform plates fit together perfectly surprisingly mimicking female human body he had once seen.

A hiss escape Elita as Porsche leaned down mouth attacking her neck cables; glossa licking, mouth sucking gently on the wires and energon lines making her display her neck full to him panting heavily; feeling the lubricant building with in her leaking into her interface plate. White servos moving up to his two sensory horns; her fingers tip lightly tracing the edge of one of them. She could feel the hot air coming out of his shutter vents over her ghostlike. He moan into her neck as she continued her work pulling back momentarily when she rub very hot spot sending jolts of rapture.

She arched back mewing in delight and surprise as his bit into her neck drawing back letting his wet glossa trace over bite mark soothing the jolt of pain that had race through her causing her servos to grip tightly onto his arms. Not to be out done and in quick show of strength, Elita flip them around. Jazz finding himself lay on the berth with rosy-red femme saddling herself on his pelvic armor.

A deep moan come out of his vocals as his spike throb painfully be hide it crotch plate. Above him, Elita gaze down lovely down at her mech seeing how bright his visor was glowing let her digits remove his chassis armor discarding it as he did with hers, exposing his musculature armor plates much like her own but more masculine. His helm toss back as her silk glossa moved over his chassis pausing now and then to kiss his sensitive wiring. Sapphire optics shifted to middle of his chassis were his spark laid just beneath; her own spark burning hotly in her charmer beating eagerly to rejoin itself with it other half.

Just before she could even try to do anything, Jazz arms slip around her slender body pulling her up; his chassis press against her now. She groan loudly as her speak beat even faster moving within sensing just how close one of its other half was. Jazz own spark was humming thrashing around wildly wanting to be let out to merge and shown how much he had miss her, love her more than anything.

Elita slowly agonizing move downward to his pelvic plate rather then remove his crotchplate despite her spark protesting against such act. She brought up a servo rubbing against the covering making him buck into her servo growling loudly.

"Elita, this is no time for teasing!" Jazz growled out playfully only see her smirk mischievously at him.

"You been without me for four million years, a couple of more minutes won't kill you." Elita said her femme pride enjoying seeing such a deadly assassin becoming putty at her servos and lips yet she want to insure that Porsche would overload first.

"Lita, it just about too." Jazz said huskily purring when he heard the familiar sound of clicks, revealing his spike and valve. The black and white mech groan loudly at feeling the pressure on his spike ease somewhat, his valve only slightly wet.

Elita mew at seeing one of mechs spike again and for the looks of it, Jazz would be having her first. Her hot little servo wrapping around his thick spike moving slow up and down, her valve throbbing and clinching in want but held off wanting to hear saboteur panting heavily, helm toss back visor glowing even brighter than before. She could feel a rush lucrative leaking out of her covering now staining her thighs.

Not letting go, the rosy-red femme commander move up as the palm of her servo rub thick head spike per-transfluid weeping out. Jazz optics flicker as his processor was under assault form pleasurable waves making his own servos clench the sheets under him his navy blue optics spotting Elita. Once lying on his chassis, he flip them on to their sides. His sinful mouth on hers, stealing a startled gasp when his own servo press against her valve cover. The tips of his digits stroke the middle causing the femme commander legs to quiver.

"Jazz, please!" Elita plead as he trace the edges of her cover; his digits becoming soaked as more lavender lubricant spill outward.

"Just a little payback, sweetspark." Jazz said teasingly watching her as whimper and hump against his servo, oh how she forgotten how good it felt to have another servo beside her own to pleasure her.

"Argh, frag that!" Elita said believing if she didn't have Jazz remove her valve plate soon fielding her with his spike or those wonderfully skill digits. She was going to have to take things into her own servos.

"Such an impatient femme," Jazz said playfully kiss one her antennas, distracting her as his glossa lick rim of her antenna as his quickly unlock her plate. Discarding it immediately bring his servo in between her legs.

She whimpered again as Jazz thumb stroke over the lips of her valve before dipping into her wet heat. Tossing her helm back moaning loudly body jerking when he found her external node moans, groans and mews filled the room as Jazz and Elita helm press together, servos working each other into intense overload. All attention was focused on the pure ecstasy and bliss being sent through their bodies by one other either pick up the sound of Jazz quarter door opening, a white-black mech coming in with red-blue mech following.

Both Optimus and Prowl watch the two pleasure one other; watch as Elita hips jerk into Jazz servo with him thrusting his own into her servo. Optimus felt his engine rumble at seeing such seventh heaven look on his beloved face. While Prime was watching his rosy-red femme being sent close to a overload. Prowl himself was discarding his own armor walking silently over to Jazz berth. Elita let out a small yelp when a pair of arms pull her away from Jazz her back and aft press against a warm solid form, legs slipping over other.

"Prowl, that so not cool!" Jazz growl out to the winged mech who had taken away Elita wicked servo.

"Learn to share, Jazz." Prowl replied coolly his white servos on her hips thumbs caressing the rim of her hips.

"Share my aft!" Elita said crossly trying to wiggle out of Prowl hold back to Jazz, he had been so to bringing her over the edge.

"What an aft you have my dear." Prowl said huskily pressing his spike taller and less thicker then Jazz own against her aft causing her mumble happily.

A low rumbling laugh had the femme commander turning her helm to see her first sparkmate standing there watching.

"Optimus!" Elita said jovially stretching out an arm, welcoming him into their little group but Optimus shook his helm.

"I think I'll watch for now." Optimus said moving over small desk and chair. Pulling out the chair and sitting down, watching as Datsun servos now move upward touch her slim stomach.

Jazz stylishly sat up moving to Elita and Prowl bring his helm down between her long legs. Glossa slink out tasting her sweet nectar that was weeping out of her valve. Her body shudder as she tried to pull away but unable to move with Prowl frame blocking her and Jazz taking hold of her hips keeping her still.

"Jazz!" Elita cried out trying to push the visor mech away only to have Prowl stop her.

Prowl hiss as Elita squirm against him, foundling his harding spike, door wings trembling, bucking. She let out keen cry feeling her valve tighten only to began spasm as her pleasure build reaching higher and higher bring her closer to an overload.

"Jazz, stop." Optimus order his voice lance with lust and seeing how close Elita was to the edge.

"Don't you dare!" Elita warned, she was not about to be denied a overload again.

"Sorry, love. Can't ignore Boss bot order." Jazz said smiling as the rosy femme cursed at him and Optimus promising bodily harm to them.

"Four million years, and you mechs just can frag me right here and now?" Elita asked wondering what she had to do to get her mechs to have her overload now that all three were here now.

"We can do that in a moment." Prowl said digits roaming over her chassis, tracing the wires sending enjoyment sensations adding to them as he found the fuel line use to feed sparklings. Elita arch her chassis outward placing her own over his moving one away then, fingers searching for red chevron.

A low rumbling purr met her audios as she gently stroke the chevron. But Elita wasn't keen on just staying in Prowl lap. With her Praxian distracted she moved away hearing him let out displeased grunt as her fingers left; turning herself around so that her front and his would meet. She pressed her chassis against his; she could swear Prowl spark was literally trying to burn it way through to meet hers as it seemed to sing and ache.

Optimus watch as Prowl attack Elita chassis now licking and sucking on the fuel line, white fingers touching the bottom of his sparkmate back strut moving slowing up between her shoulders to her neck then all the way back down again while other grope her aft. A large blue servo slip down between his long powerful legs quietly removing his crotchplate as his own spark pulsate within him enjoying seeing his sparkmate be driven into pleasurable state by his most trusted friends.

His fingers wrap around his equally thick and lengthily spike letting his fingers move slowly up and down stopping from time to time to let the tip of his digits to rub the head of spike as pre-transfluid spilled out as his SIC push femme commander down onto the berth. Her legs wrapping around his hips a low murmur came to his audios making his power blue optics look over to were Jazz was.

The saboteur one of his servos working on his own spike as the other played with his valve. A startled gasp had his optics back onto Prowl and Elita seeing door wings convulse as Elita digits had found the gaps between his protoform and wings. Touching the wiring for some moments before caressing the rest fingers tracing the sensitive area of glass window and protoform skin causing the datsun to pause as he toss his helm back letting out a throaty moan. Prowl could feel her fingers move then to the high point of his wings then tracing down were the wing and body meet.

His protoform shivered from the caress ecstatic running through him drowning his processor and thoughts, but knowing that Optimus and Jazz wish to be with Elita soon, the praxian grasp hold of the snowy white protoform weathering under him placing his spike at the slit of her glossy valve, rub it up and down, letting the lavender color fluid cover his spike.

Elita whimper at feeling the thick head of Prowl spike rub her pleasure node then followed by the rest of him. She tried to angle her hips as to have him thrust into her but winged mech avoided her every move. She began to feel frustrated as her valve desire to have one of her mech inside her and soon. She really starting to began she would have to take things into her own servos, perhaps she could consider hand cuffing them to Jazz berth for some time letting her have her way till she was satisfied. After all Chromia did she it was one of the most remember able and processor cashing overload she had with her own sparkmates.

"Jazz, come here." Prowl normally static and motionless voice was heavy lace with arousal and pleasure as his spike aching for release inside his femme.

Jazz gave Optimus a cheeky grin as he remove his servo from his spike only to replace it with the one that had been filling his valve using the fluid covering his servo to lubricate himself up, crawling over to Prowl and Elita.

Optimus power blue optics darkened as his SIC lifted her up causing him knee on the berth. Her arms around Prowl neck as Jazz gotten on his own knees right behind Elita. Prowl slowly lower Elita down on to both his and Jazz spike, momentarily holding their femme awkwardly, he could feel the rim of her valve slip around his spike head groaning loudly as Jazz let out a mutter of excitement feeling his spike move into Elita rear port. Elita herself letting out whimper feeling walls of her valve and port stretch.

Jazz let out a gasp at feeling how tight his Elita was feeling her rear port clinching around his lubricated spike making it throb as he continue to press forward. Prowl hiss at the warm tight feel of his sparkmate valve grip his spike in a tight viselike hold pressing on word.

Optimus let out a deep groan the same time Prowl and Jazz did having their spikes with in Elita to the hilt with his femme letting out a sob of ecstasy. She buried her face into Prowl neck as Jazz press into her back giving a small kiss to the back of her neck. Optimus power blue optics took in the scene before him. His SIC and TIC embracing his and their sparkmate for some moment simply enjoying how their bodies were now united.

The moment was only broken when Prowl withdrew his hips pulling his spike out silky valve, his spark jumping, burning at hearing his femme let out a displease whimper and shamelessly mew at trying to stop him. For the black and white Porsche moan deeply into Elita neck feeling his best friend spike remove itself giving him more room but he was quite aware as to what would happen next. They had done this countless times with her only for it to escalate every time. With meaningful growl, white and black praxian thrust back into her with Optimus watching closely.

Elita let out a strangled cry as Prowl rub against her valve walls at the same time Jazz pull back out then back in as Prowl pulled out. Prime servo on his spike match the rhythm of his two most trusted friends hips one in the other out, sending their femme into a sobbing state as her processor was overcome by pure pleasure being sent throughout her body. She could feel her lavender color fluid soaking Prowl spike, staining Prowl and her thighs and the sheets under them with it leaking down to her rear port making it easier for the black and white saboteur spike to slip in and out.

"So beautiful." Prowl whisper watching Elita face flush sapphire optics brighter than he had ever seen them as she leaned against Jazz slim frame body her servos gripping his forearms as she let out small wails and mews. He could feel her starting to tighten even more and ripple around him a sure sign she was once again close to a overload.

His pace quicken wanting to insure the both of them would reach their peak. Elita huff heavily as Prowl spike swell inside of her causing her hips to jerk slightly. Her optics closed allowing her to focus on the sensations of ecstasy and pleasure by Jazz and Prowl. Both mechs spike swelling inside causing the tips of their spike to hit nearly ever senor node within. She could feel the pure ecstasy building upward like a coil being ready to spring making her sob in ecstatically.

"Lita, don't hold back babe, overload for us, sweetspark." Jazz said lustfully, "I know you want too."

"F…fra…gg…er!" Elita growled out, Jazz knew how just a few humble words could push her over.

"You love him." Prowl said wings quivering from amount of pleasant sanitations coursing through him, grunting loudly as his own overload a approach.

"That…she…ah…do…"Jazz was unable to finish when his femme let out stifle cry.

Unable to hold back to hold back any longer, she let out a stifle cry as her processor and body lock together as waves of bliss and delight came. A rush of lubricant drenching her sparkmate's spike and thighs as her velvety valve grasped the swell spike costing it to release itself. Prowl moan deeply as he gave a few jerks of the hips before coming to halt; his arousal and elation washing over him for some time as his processor went blank as transfluid spilled from him into his femme valve, door wings flickering hastily.

Suddenly both Elita and Prowl arms wrap around one other as the saboteur mech push them down onto the berth removing his spike from her port and into her valve causing her to sob as surges of pleasure shot up her back strut and into the tips of her digits and peds. Black servos tightening their hold on white hips struts as mean to hold in place even as she lifted herself up allowing him to thrust deeper into her. Jazz pace quicken as Elita tremble under him signaling a second overload coming and fast. Even as her second overload came, she was unable to vocalize her delight as her valve ripple around him trying bring forth Jazz overload.

Jazz let out a silent groan reaching his brink, as blissful deafening overload crash over his processor still moving his hips as his fluid spill outward. Elita let out a huff of air with her optics half closed as the visor mech kept up his rhythm. Wanting to kept him still and simply feel himself overload into her; Elita removed her servos from Prowl forearms to her sides pass her hips and aft grabbing Jazz own aft using want strength she had left to keep him still. Feeling small servos hold tightly to his aft holding him completely still causing him to grunt loudly follow him laying on top of her both mech and femme to fall onto Prowl once Jazz overload had pass.

Form were Optimus sat, he had to squeezed harshly under the ridged tip of his spike and waited till need to overload pass waiting to save his own transfluid for Elita. Now seeing the three of them panting heavily with their frames drench in coolant with the three of them embracing each other removing his servo from his spike, Optimus stood up stroll across in mere seconds to Porsche berth carefully removing his TIC off satisfy femme commander placing him right next to Datsun. Both mechs watch as Optimus carried their femme away.

Elita let out a small hum as one red arms place itself around her slim hips pulling her away from Prowl as the other came under her knees. She turn her helm to let her sapphire optics meet power blue optics. A serenity smile came to her lips as her prime walk back to the chair, arms sliding up his powerful chassis and around his neck. Optimus slowly sat down as he carefully rearrange his sparkmate so that she was facing him.

Optimus hissed at feeling his spark slam against it chamber sensing it other half so close yet far. His audios pick up a whimper coming from rosy femme no doubt her spark doing the same. Slamming against it chamber burning to join together but they could do that later, right now seeing that heavenly expression on her face was more imported to him.

His mask retracted showing off his face that he rarely show to anyone but to Elita who was his sparkmate and Ratchet for medical reason and on occasion Jazz and Prowl. His optics covers closed as his sparkmate servo cup his face gently knead as she took in her sparkmate face lovely; sketching every detail of his face into her memory, as it had been so long from the last time. Optimus lean forward causing Elita to move her servo as he nuzzled her neck making her murmur.

His glossa slide out tracing her neck cables and energon lines up then down stopping to kiss making her sigh happily. She moaned deeply when Optimus began to suck gently neck wires, energon lines. His thumbs on her hips were making small circles getting her to bow down to him. Her own glossa slowly traced the tip of his blue antenna moving slowly around the tip causing the semi-truck to let out rumble moan. As her digits kneading his neck and shoulders, Optimus lips moved downward onto her chassis only to have her pull away.

Tilting his helm up his lips were captured by Elita own lips, moving against his. Optimus parted his lips allowing her glossa to go into his mouth meeting with his own. Their kiss deepened and heated up as both reacquainted themselves on how the other taste. To Elita Optimus had a spicy powerful yet tender taste like fine aged high grade energon were she had a more honeyed intoxicated tasted similar to energon goodie to him.

They broke off the kiss taking in deep pants of air letting themselves calm down. Without a word, she glide her servo in between them making Optimus hiss as tantalizing digits almost came around his spike as she moved her lips onto his neck giving him the same treatment he had just given her. His helm slanted back with arms falling to the side as his optic covers flicker as pleasant streams came over him. She could feel herself becoming wet again as her mech moan and grunt.

Not wanting to delay any more time from being join together, she took away her servo getting a not quite angry glow from Prime. His darken color optics were on her now as she rose up placing herself just over his spike. Optimus watch with yearn and desire as Elita lower herself, valve taking him in. A thrilled groan came out feeling tighten wet heated valve clutch his spike mixing with purr of enjoyment at feeling her valve span and close around her sparkmate. Becoming still when she had took him all in, his servo coming over her hips to her aft giving them a good squeeze.

Rather than raise herself up and down on his spike, Elita moved her hips in small slow moving circles placing her arms around him as she did so. Optimus let out deep heated huffs as Elita valve massage his spike at times letting out groans of pleasure. His servos squeeze her aft a bit hard trying to get her to move faster. Across from them, Jazz and Prowl watch the two, her hips moving with Prime holding on to them. His optics cast downward as he huff were Elita had place her helm on top of Optimus her optics closed lips partly open as mews pass her pink lips.

Elita could feel more lubricant flowing out and pooling between her and Optimus as ecstatic pleasure coil in pit of her lower protoform…slowly. She wanted to move faster to reach the desire peak for each other but the plea of coming together was too tempting.

"Elita…please…"Optimus beg to his femme increase her movement for his spike enlarge from the euphoric idyllic sense being given to him coolant covering his protoform and hers.

"Al…most…."Elita tried to say only to keen slightly feeling him swell up.

Optimus knew then it would be no use to beg for her to ride him faster for she was in control now. Taking in her hips circling around him feeling the silky valve squeezed and clasp stroking every part of his spike. Above him, Elita was mewing at feeling him kneading her valve delivering wonderful blissful jolts.

It was like a storm was building between them so slowly it was agonizing to them yet they knew it would be worth it. As ecstasy rose higher and higher tightening itself to the point where it was ready to snap and backlash out to them.

"Elita!"

"Optimus!"

Optimus look into Elita optics watching as blissful elated expression came to her as their overload swept over them both as her valve let out coat of lubricant lapping up the transfluid that spilled into her. His own expression was one of breathlessly passionate look as his transfluid burst forth into waiting valve coating it, releasing more as his hips moved slightly.

Taking the time now to let their heated bodies cool down as their intakes took in the cool air to help as they relax now. Seeing that nearly of the two were ready to move into a more comfortable place Prowl give Jazz a nug to the side signaling to him that they need to help. With a nod to his follow Autobot and best friend, both mechs moved off the berth placing their peds on the floor first then raising up.

Coming to their sparkmate and commander side, Prowl carefully took hold of Elita separating her from Optimus. Prowl let a smile came to his lips when Elita spoke saying she need five minutes to rest before she was ready for them again as she place her face in between his neck and shoulder as SIC carried her bride style over to the berth now.

Jazz himself took Prime servo into his own as he help Optimus up. The leader of the Autobots gave him a thank you nodded to him before he started to walk to the berth. It was small but it would do for now. He passed Prowl who stood at the end of the berth waiting for him. Optimus laid down first with Prowl then placing Elita a top of him. A content sigh escaped the blue and red mech as his servos place themselves a pound her.

The berth groan in protests when Jazz laid next at Optimus right side and Prowl on the left. Prowl wings moving into a more comfortable position for the rest of night were Jazz move as close as he could to two warm bodies. Taking in the fact that all four of them were now lying together and on the same berth, Optimus felt a sense of peace and calm he had not felt since before the war over come him. Brining drowsy feel to his optics as recharge began to take hold closing them slowly.

A still silence took hold of Jazz room, four figure were lured into a deep recharge bring their systems into sync with one other till all sound like one being undisturbed.

"Oh! OH, Hide!"

"Slag, Mia, Ratchet, so good!"

"Agh, Mia, faster!"

"Ratch, there! Right there! Oh!"

"Primus, no." Prowl growled out his arm reach over him searching for lose pillow to cover his audios.

The polyhexian snicker, "Prowler want to imagine just what position they are using?"

"No, Jazz I don't want a imagine just what position they are in. I just simply want to recharge and enjoy what time I have with my sparkmate tonight."

A scream, groan and moan filled the room making Jazz laugh, "No recharge tonight, Prowl buddy."

"Jazz, why isn't your room sound proof?" Optimus asked getting the two mechs at his side to look up at him.

"It is, but…" A cry and thumping noises cut Jazz off. Shaking his helm he could only give Optimus a apologize smile making Prime groan and not form pleasurable activity.

"Let them be, Chromia will tire them out soon enough." Elita mumble out ignoring her SIC cries.

Yet a knee wail and more thumping noises told a different story.
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