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**Winner’s Luck Pt 7**

**Double Trouble Pt 6**

**A “Market Commodity” Story**

**By TurtleDreamer**

**G1 Universe**

Disclaimer: Transformers is not owned by me. “Market Commodity” idea is by StSe. I’m just fortunate enough to get to play in their universes. I don’t own any copyrighted, registered, or trademarked items that may be mentioned in this story.

Thank you, StSe, for the original concept, beta reading, and encouragement. Also, thanks for letting me bend the rules for the start of my story. My plot bunny loves you.

Note: Please reread my previous chapters. I’ve edited them to include details that bring them up to par with my improved writing skills. Thanks for reading.

Warning: coerced consent, M/F, mech/human, M/M/F, mech/mech/human, M/M, mech/mech, oral, toys

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After sleeping soundly for a few hours, Hope woke to nature’s call. She fuzzily sought to disentangle herself from the bedclothes—and the blue robot, who was happy to see her finally back online. His skillful hands wandered over her naked curves, while he whispered wicked things into her ear. Unfortunately, the demands of her bladder won.

“Frenzy,” she mumble-whined, not really awake as she pushed against him; “You have to let me up…gotta pee...”

The Cassetticon let go of Hope like she was on fire, which wouldn’t have been a problem—if she’d been passive in his embrace. Since the tousle-haired woman had been leaning away, the sudden lack of resistance caused her to loose her balance. Frenzy watched her go wide-eyed, as she clawed at the sheets, suddenly aware of her proximity to the edge of the bed. He lost sight of her, as she landed with a muffled thud, and a short squeak. His sensitive audios caught her whispered, “Sonuvabitch.” Wiping the smirk from his face-plate, he leaned over…

Fully awake, from her landing place on the floor, Hope glared up into concerned red optics. ‘You did that on purpose, asshole!’ she thought grumpily.

“Whadda ya doin’ down there, babe?” Frenzy feigned innocence. “I thought ya had to go.”

Hope’s answer was an unintelligible mutter. She picked herself up, wincing at the soreness in her muscles. Stretching out some of the stiffness, she walked into her en suite. His soft chuckle followed her.

Frenzy watched her go, smirk back in place; though he was still mildly disgusted by human bodily functions. While it was undoubtedly gross—strangely, it didn’t bother him as much as it had earlier. However, he was glad that energon burned clean, and didn’t leave wastes like the human fuel did.

Though one time—he and Rumble had added a chemical to Thundercracker’s ration, which made the Seeker belch the foulest reek anybody had ever smelled. The blue flier had stunk Skywarp out of their shared quarters, and Warp had ended up bunking with Screamer.

Starscream had bitched up a storm, accusing Thundercracker of sucking Motormaster’s exhaust to get so rancid. “And now I have to play host to that vacuous dolt!” By the time Screamer had been done “playing host”—the dark teleport hadn’t been able to sit for three Earth days. It had been beautiful—three Seekers with one tainted cube.

Chuckling to himself, Frenzy went searching for one of the toys that had caught his interest. He would’ve gotten it earlier, but he hadn’t wanted to wake his human. Their first session had taken a lot out of her, and she’d needed to rest. The blue con stopped in mid-motion as a question crossed his meta. ‘Do ya suppose she needs to refuel?’ He and Rumble had refueled after their romp by the garage. They’d be good for a couple of Earth days, unless they had to do battle.

Frenzy approached the closed en suite door. “Babe,” he called. At her acknowledgement, he continued, “You hungry? I mean…we were pretty active…do ya need to…ya know….refuel…before we go at it again?” He thought he heard a snort: before his audios caught the sound of the toilet flushing, and then water running in the sink.

“Yeah, actually, I am.” She finally answered. “But first…” Frenzy didn’t even have time to congratulate himself, before the door swung open.

He was caught by her full glare. “What,” she pointed at the darkened skin on her throat, “the hell is this?” She pointed to other marks on her body, “And this…and this…and this?

“Uhhh…love bites?” Frenzy said nervously. As her glare increased in heat, he defended himself. “Look, babe, you were enjoyin’ ‘em at the time I was puttin’ ‘em on ya. I had no idea that you’d be upset by ‘em.”

Hope deflated a bit—he was right. She hung her head and sighed. “Sorry, I overreacted. I don’t care for hickeys. You didn’t know, and I didn’t think to tell you.” Frenzy was stunned by her apology. Nobody ever said “sorry” to him; unless they were sorry he didn’t get even more mangled in battle.

Wrapping her unresisting body in a hug, he reassured her. “’S okay, babe.” He kissed the crown of her head, brushing his lip components across her soft hair. “Guess I gotta find another way to mark ya as mine,” Frenzy muttered, mostly to himself.

Hope completely missed that last part, as her stomach gurgled. She giggled nervously, “You said something about food?”

“Yeah, let me go get something for ya. I can identify all the stuff in your kitchen, now.” He sounded like an eager little kid, and Hope couldn’t help but smile.

“How about something simple,” she suggested, enjoying his warm embrace. “….cheese—I’ve got cracker cuts…Ritz crackers…there’s a summer sausage that’s already sliced…and a can of Sprite Zero. It’s all in the fridge, except for the crackers; those are in the cupboard by the microwave.”

“Got it,” Frenzy was confident. Reluctantly letting her go, he tossed the toy he’d still been holding onto the bed. “Don’t go anywhere,” he joked as he left the room.

The woman’s eyes grew wide when she saw what he’d thrown. Her face flushed at the implications that the double-ended, silicon strap-on posed. Dacey had gotten it for her, with the idea that the two women would eventually use it on each other. That Frenzy had picked this one from the rest….She felt a familiar ache start in her loins, at the memory of seeing Rumble do him. ‘You don’t suppose he wants me to….?’ Hope blushed harder, even as her mind created new images.

It still felt strange—this whole being-turned-on-by-alien-robots thing. She still didn’t find them to be physically attractive, but Frenzy had a certain—charm—to him. He was reasonably patient, attentive, curious, helpful, teasing, he showed signs of a wicked sense of humor, and he was intensely passionate. Even with the strange, glowing optics; his expressive metal face seemed almost human.

Hope sat on her bed, picking up the toy and removing it from its packaging.

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Frenzy was a mech with a mission. He grabbed his twin in an uncommon hug, planting a wet, smacking kiss on the dark red helm; before bouncing his way to the kitchen.

“What the…?” Rumble sat frozen in position. The game character on the big screen TV screamed, as he fell off of a building. Feeling a sense of impending doom, the red mech paused his game and followed Frenzy.

Hanging in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room, Rumble watched his twin’s odd behavior. The glitch was wa-a-ay too happy, as he gathered fleshy fuel items; which he then placed on a tray. ‘Is he—humming?’ The red mech thought in disbelief.

“Are ya malfunctionin’, or what?” Rumble demanded.

Frenzy paused long enough to run a quick scan. Results showed all of his systems were well within normal parameters. The clone data had integrated quite nicely. He mentally patted himself on the back. The blue mech reached into the refrigerator for a can of Sprite Zero. He paused a moment, then grabbed a small individual cup of orange juice. The sugar in the juice would enter her system faster than the rest of the fuel.

“Everything’s workin’ great.” Frenzy replied, nonplussed by Rumble’s belligerence. “Downloadin’ the clone data into my active memory was a great idea!”

“YOU WHAT?!” Rumble bellowed.

The blue mech rushed to his irate twin, putting his hand over the red mech’s lip components. “Shhh…keep it down.” Frenzy pleaded. “Look, it wasn’t that bad—and I was able to slag her without havin’ to keep checkin’ my settings.” He slowly removed his hand.

“Your systems check didn’t show anything wrong, just now…?” Rumble asked, slightly calmer, but still upset.

“Nothin’,” Frenzy replied with certainty. “Not a damn thing.”

“Then why are ya actin’ so glitched out?” The red mech smirked, thinking maybe he’d caught his twin in a lie.

Frenzy frowned thoughtfully, “Ain’t ya tired?”

Surprised by the unexpected question, Rumble could only parrot. “Tired?”

“Yeah—tired of the big mechs shittin’ on us—and then makin’ us shit on each other.” The human phrase was an apt description of how Frenzy had felt for most of his existence. “Don’t try to say it ain’t like that…” The blue twin added. “Don’t ya ever wonder what it’d be like if things were different?”

Frenzy hadn’t spent as long in defrag as his human had. The time, and sense of peace, gave him a chance to really think about the kinds of things that he wanted. Even though, he knew that most of those things were out of his reach. But it was nice to finally acknowledge them.

Rumble glared and chewed on his lower lip component. What Frenzy was suggesting—even though it was true—was bordering on treasonous.

“Look around, Rumble.” Frenzy swept his hand in an arc, indicating their current environment. “Ya gonna tell me that ya don’t feel how good this place is? Ya gonna tell me that ya haven’t liked bein’ in a space that makes ya feel big?”

The red mech wasn’t about to admit weakness to anybody. Yeah, he liked the fleshy femme’s residence. It had been nice to catch a defrag nap, without worryin’ about somebody doin’ somethin’ to him. It had been nice to slag Frenzy without havin’ a jeerin’ audience.

At some point, though, he was going to have to report in to Soundwave. Frenzy was unaware that their creator knew—everything. Except for the blue cassette’s recent “self-upgrade”. Rumble really didn’t want to have to turbo-rat on his twin. If something happened to Z, then the red mech would be alone. Rumble really didn’t want to be alone.

“Z…this ain’t gonna last.” Rumble said, with the solemn realization that he was seeing the mech that Frenzy tried to keep hidden. The red cassette wasn’t entirely convinced that the clone programming hadn’t made Frenzy’s condition worse. “Finish up with the fleshy, and let’s get the frag outta here.” Hopefully, Z wouldn’t get off-lined for his weakness.

Frenzy watched his twin turn and walk away. Deep inside, the blue mech knew Rumble was right. Shaking the dark thoughts out of his meta, Frenzy picked up the tray he’d prepared for his human. His red twin didn’t utter another word as he passed him in the common room.

The blue mech found his human sitting on the edge of the bed holding the strap-on he’d found. The dazed, far-away expression on her flushed face as she caressed the soft synthetic, made Frenzy want to toss her down—or better yet, have her toss HIM down. He set the tray down on her dresser.

“Do ya gotta refuel, now?” Frenzy asked, already starting to overheat.

Hope looked up to find him leering at her suggestively. Almost human, indeed… Still in the “go with the flow” mode; she didn’t answer immediately, wanting to tease him.

“We-e-ell…I think I can survive a little while longer…” Her hand moved suggestively along the device’s main shaft. “What do you suggest we do in the mean time?”

“Babe, I thought you’d never ask…” Frenzy reached back into the “toy” chest for the flavored lube he’d wanted to try on her. He had the woman stand up for a moment while he spread another towel on her bed. Another thing their species seemed to have in common: nobody wanted to defrag on the wet spot. Interfacin’ was messy—but fun!—business. He’d commandeered a large stack of towels from the guest linen closet.

After much giggling (Hope was unbearably ticklish), much confusion (“Frenzy, where’s the instruction sheet…?”—“Babe, I don’t need no fraggin’ ‘how to’ sheet—slag it—fine—Ooooh! That’s how it’s supposed to look!”), and much application of a deliciously agile glossa to cherry flavored flesh (“Mmm, mmm, mmm…sweeter than high grade, babe…”)—the pair got the silicon toy into place, with the soft straps hung around her curvy hips. Frenzy also discovered that circling her naval with his glossa made her moan sweetly.

‘Primus, my ports are drippin’! I’m surprised it’s not runnin’ down my legs!’ He thought as he stood, and switched places with his human. Centering himself on the bed, the blue mech laid back; unashamedly spreading his legs and grinning in anticipation. A soft clicking sound was heard, as he opened both of his ports. Admittedly, the dildo’s shaft was a little small for his tastes; but he was willing to try it out.

Hope squirmed uncomfortably a bit. The secondary shaft felt odd inside of her, as it pressed into the sensitized area on her frontal wall. Small ridges, where the silicon device curved up into the main phallus, rubbed against her swollen clit. Frenzy’s playfulness had her body already set on the edge of another climax. She moved carefully, positioning herself between the mech’s open legs.

The woman couldn’t help but stare for a moment. Hope had seen Rumble thrusting into Frenzy earlier; but in her closed thinking, she’d assumed there to be only one opening. Hope raised her eye-line, taking note of the barely perceptible seams of his cable access hatch. ‘They’re hermaphrodites…why would they need to be?’ Her natural curiosity questioned. She lowered her gaze back to the two openings that were round, and made of a pliant looking material. Both dripped with his own lubricant. Hope reached out to gently brush against the upper port.

“Mmmm…babe…” Frenzy raised his pelvis in encouragement. “Don’t be so shy.” He took her delicate hand in one of his large metal ones. “Feel me…feel how different we are…feel—how similar…” Frenzy off-lined his optics at the softly, hesitant touch; moaning as her slender fingers became bolder. “Nnnngh!....Yeah….just…like….that…..”

Never in a million years, would Hope ever have imagined that she’d be finger fucking anybody but herself. If she had, her imagination would’ve picked Dacey as the logical recipient. She felt a twinge of regret, at the thought of her beautiful friend. Here she was, getting ready to play out one of the blonde’s fantasies, sans the blonde.

Dacey had been very detailed about what she’d wanted to do to Hope, and what she’d wanted Hope to do to her. The green-eyed woman knew that her long-time friend, and mentor, would be rooting for her to go for it! An uncharacteristically wicked smile curved her lips. Bless her pervy little friend…of course, Frenzy’s additional equipment altered the plan.

Frenzy came out of his “feel good” stupor when he realized that his ports were empty, and his human was leaving him. “Hey…where ya goin’, ba...mmmmph?”

The confused, horny Decepticon tugged a towel off of his face. A small whimper escaped him as she carefully moved off the bed to dig around in the “toy” chest. “Ya gonna come back soon, right?” he questioned uncertainly.

She mock glared at him, shaking her index finger at him. “No peeking…put that towel back over your eyes—optics—whatever, until I say you can look.”

He chuckled, “I can think of a better use for that finger than waving it at me.”

His human huffed at him, waiting for him to comply.

Frenzy chuckled again at the cute picture she presented: tousled, coppery hair framed a pretty face which was set in a stern frown, arms akimbo with hands fisted on her lovely hips, wonderfully squishy titties moving with each breath, and feet planted shoulder width apart. Her eyes sparking with inner fire; she stood proudly, beautifully naked—with a neon-green, silicon erection jutting up from her pussy.

The blue cassette obediently drew the towel back over his face, his chuckle dangerously close to an all out aft-busting laugh.

‘Damn,’ Hope thought, as she found the items she was looking for. She put in fresh batteries, and it took a bit of maneuvering to place the bullet in the contraption she was wearing. ‘He must really be turned on.’ The blue robot’s cooling fans had kicked on, and he was—vibrating. ‘Get ready to have your cpu blown, little bot blue.’ She moved back between his legs, giving herself some space. ‘God, I hope this works…’

Startled out of his amusement by something cold being drizzled on his ports, Frenzy yanked off the towel in time to see her dive face-first into his crotch. “Aaaahh!” He threw is helm back, as his little human went to work with her soft pink glossa. She wasn’t near as forceful as what he was use to, and it tickled like mad. The unintentionally teasing strokes were driving him out of his meta—and then he felt her jam something up his aft port.

Hope laughed wickedly at the un-manly squeak that came from the alien on her bed. She checked the butt plug to make sure it was secure. Man, oh man…was he in for a surprise! Heheh…this one vibrated! But first… ‘Let’s take advantage of his hardware.’

Frenzy was stunned. “What was that?” His voice was still about a half octave higher than normal. He looked at the grinning woman, in open-mouthed shock.

“Ooh…just a little something to occupy an empty space.” She said mysteriously, stroking a hand across his cable access. Her other hand held up another bottle of flavored lube. “Open, says me…”

It what was probably the fastest bonding cable activation in Cybertronian history, Frenzy did as he was told. His cable shot out, just—barely—missing colliding with the opening hatch. Rumble, who was watching from the doorway—wasn’t so lucky.

The red mech doubled over, hissing static as he fell to the floor. Neither of the room’s other two occupants noticed his presence. Rumble watched the fleshy lick and suck at Frenzy’s significantly smaller shaft. The blue cassette writhed, moaning his encouragement. ‘Fraggin’ Frenzy…’ the disgruntled mech thought for the umpteenth time since their adventure began. ‘He might as well just cut the damn thing off. What a waste of a perfectly good cable.’

Disgusted, Rumble started dragging himself out of the room. His hand brushed against a packaged toy, which Frenzy had discarded. ‘Heh…no way am I goin’ without…’ he thought sullenly. Rumble looked back at the couple to see that the fleshy had another toy that she was running up and down Frenzy’s shaft, while he squealed in delight. ‘Fraggin’ meatbag…’ He took the toy with him.

Frenzy couldn’t believe the sensations! His sweet, creative human had placed a ring shaped device around his cable, and it vibrated! ‘Wow! Rumble’s gotta try this!’ Having blown off excess hydraulic pressure, earlier; he wasn’t concerned about having to put on the mech condom.

“You like that, huh, Frenzy?” He heard her say. The woman had a wicked look on her face, that had him dreading—and anticipating—her next move. She didn’t disappoint.

Hope set the vibrating cock ring at the base of Frenzy’s shaft, giving the rubber phallus a few more hand strokes for good measure. She positioned herself at his empty port, using her hand as a guide for the strap-on. The woman started with short, shallow thrusts…trying to get use to the unusual position she found herself in.

“Mmmm…harder, babe…gimme all ya got…” Frenzy had a dopey expression on his face, reminiscent of the Scream guy from Scary Movie. Hope had to choke back a laugh, and focus on setting a rhythm.

Unbeknownst to the blue mech, the woman had turned on the remote for the vibrating egg stashed in the strap-on. She turned up the dial slowly, as she thrust, not wanting to wipe herself out. She was already having a hard time from the combined stimulation of her clit and g-spot. Hope then reached for the second remote—and turned on the vibrating butt plug.

The three-point vibration had Frenzy shrieking and arching up off the bed, while Hope held on for dear life.

Rumble came running in, fully extended cable hanging out, as Frenzy shut down in overload. The red mech watched, in open-mouthed amazement, as the madly giggling fleshy disengaged from his twin; and started removing the toys she’d used on him.

‘Slag me…I ain’t seen Z overload that fast in a long time. Maybe there’s somethin’ to this fleshy bitch…’ Technically, the red cassette didn’t HAVE to put his cable in her. He didn’t have to download the clone data into his active memory, either. Rumble looked up the information he needed, and set his strength parameters on his own. It’s not like Z, or the human, would tell on him.

Still giggling, Hope slid the cock ring off of Frenzy’s still stiff member. She thought it was a little odd that he was still hard, and made a mental note to ask him about it later. Reaching lower, she removed the butt plug with a juicy, wet pop. She barely had time to notice that his port covers remained open, before she became aware of their audience.

“Move aside, bitch.” The Rumble ordered, knocking her aside; but not quite as roughly as he could’ve. He snickered at the fleshy’s indignant yelp. “He ain’t gonna be out for long.” The dark red mech thrust into Frenzy’s forward port, sinking himself to the hilt. “By the way, nice color…” Rumble gestured at the day-glo toy. As he watched the fleshy remove the device, he had an idea. “Hey…”

Hope was only mildly miffed at being pushed over. She looked up at Rumble; finding him “balls deep” in the still unconscious mech, and wearing a shit-eating grin. In one dark red hand, he held Frenzy’s shaft; the other hand was crooking a finger at her.

‘Well, that’s unexpected,’ Hope thought bemusedly, as she quirked an eyebrow at him. She didn’t think that Rumble was inclined to join the “fun”.

“Hurry, before he finishes rebootin’.” The red mech urged.

Rumble looked on as she grabbed the lube labeled “banana”, and squeezed some onto the tip his twin’s waiting shaft. It ran down onto the red mechs digits. He lifted them to his faceplate testing the scent and then the taste. “Not bad…”

“Yeah, banana’s my favorite.” Her green eyes sparkled up at him. She frowned in confusion. “How am I…and you…and him…” The fleshy waved at where Rumble was joined with his twin.

Rumble thought for a moment, having never actually done a three-way like this. The red mech scooched backward a little, “Face Z,” he instructed. He helped steady her, as she stood on the bed and stepped over Frenzy.

Hope felt Rumble’s warm metal arms wrap securely around her waist, while she lowered herself on Frenzy’s waiting shaft. The blue mech’s optics flickered to life.

Frenzy felt incredible! His meta drifted in a pleasured haze, as his systems came back online. ‘I wonder if she’ll let us take those toys with us. Rumble’s definitely gotta try that…’

The blue cassette became aware of two things, before his optics on-lined. The first was a full sensation in his forward port, which could only be Rumble’s heavy cable. The second was pulsating, wet warmth around HIS cable. ‘No way…’ Frenzy on-lined his optics to one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.

His fiery human straddled him, while his sneaky red twin knelt behind her between his own blue armored thighs. Rumble had his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder. She’d place her arms on his, and both wore matching expressions of wicked glee. Frenzy felt complete.

“//She didn’t cum when you did.//” Rumble commed, his optics burning with promise. “//We finish her first…and don’t worry—I reset my strength.//”

Frenzy watched Rumble turn his face-plate to nuzzle the side of their human’s pale throat. The woman’s eyes fluttered shut, and she tilted her head to grant the red mech easier access. A red hand reached up to cup one soft titty, lightly rolling its pale pink nipple between his thumb and index digits. The other hand stroked down her belly to caress the area where she and Frenzy were joined. Cooling fans kicked on, as the blue mech began heating up at the erotic sight.

Rumble played with the fleshy, enjoying her moans. Her soft flesh was so different from anything he’d felt before. What the red mech especially enjoyed was the look on his watching twin’s face-plate. ‘Too bad we’re gonna have to off-line the little bitch.’ He thought as he dragged his wet glossa up the side of her throat, and ended with a light suck on her delicate earlobe. Rumble started slow, easy thrusts into Frenzy’s waiting port; while flicking the fleshy’s clit in time with the motion.

Hope could feel her climax slowly building. She leaned against Rumble’s dark chest, feeling his spark throbbing against her back. As Frenzy raised his pelvis to meet the red mech’s thrusts, he in turn thrust into Hope. Their motions were steady—deliberate. The woman opened her eyes to see Frenzy watching her intently.

His blue hands stroked up her thighs; his thumbs caressing the soft, coppery fuzz at their apex. He gave her clit a flick, freeing Rumble’s hand for other activities. Like any human male, Rumble’s hand went straight for the “fun bags”. Hope was too busy moaning to chuckle, at the thought. Her climax had caught her by surprise.

The gentle waves that pulsed through her were nothing like the body wracking shudders she’d experienced earlier. She felt boneless, as little zings of pleasure zipped through her at the mechs continued motion.

“Hey, babe…did ya cum?” Frenzy’s gentle question cut through the fresh endorphin haze.

Hope nodded weakly. She drifted pleasantly, as she felt the mechs carefully maneuver her to lie beside them. The woman continued watching them through half-lidded eyes.

With their human settled next to them, Frenzy teased, “I didn’t think ya wanted to join us?”

“Hadn’t planned on it, but it looked like this pathetic fleshy need a lesson on how to fill port.” Rumble teased back, sliding a sidelong glance at the lightly dozing woman. “Wake up, bitch. Let ol’ Rumble show ya how it’s done.” He flashed one optic in a wink.

Hope finally noticed that both mechs had removed their blasters, as Rumble put Frenzy’s legs over his shoulders. One arm braced itself across the blue mech’s lap, while the dark red mech began thrusting in alternating sets. One set would be slow and deep, the next would be quick and shallow. Frenzy mewled in pleasure, begging for harder and faster thrusts. Rumble continued to tease his twin, appearing to revel in the pleading. His other hand caressed the nearly invisible seams of the blue mechs chest panels.

Hope was entranced, and she wondered if she’d get to hear Rumble beg like that. She smiled as the pair were lit up in the crimson glow of Frenzy’s spark.

Rumble moved Frenzy’s legs down to rest around his hip armor. The red mech started thrusting—hard. The sounds of metallic clangs, and whirring cooling fans, filled the room. He leaned over the blue cassette’s open chest plate, teasing his spark chamber with his glossa. “Ya want Rumble’s spark, don’t ya, Z?”

“R-rum-ble! P-ple-ease!” Frenzy begged in broken static. Blue hands scrabbled at the red cassette’s chest plate.

Hidden latches clicked open, and the dark red plates shifted, exposing Rumble’s fiery spark. He sneered as he made optic-eye contact with the fleshy bitch. “Ya can’t do THIS for ‘im…”

Hope had to cover her eyes at the crimson flash that erupted when Rumble slammed his open chest down onto Frenzy’s. A nearly blistering heat washed over her, as their combined cries of ecstasy sought to deafen her.

The stunned woman sat in the silent aftermath. “No,” she whispered her concession. “I can’t do that for him…”
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