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Lessons	By : Ozphoenix Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 3267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lessons

By Phoenix

NOTES: This old fic is about a scenario which would NEVER happen, except in a very corrupt army, which the Autobot Army isn’t (well, not all of it). Optimus really doesn’t go around finding all the femme virgins in his ranks and initiating them. I know most of my fics don’t make sense and have no real storylines, and THIS fic is right at the top of that ‘no sense’ list! Its fun fluff.
A smut fic for serious Optimus junkies only.

(Does anyone out there have any Ultra Magnus fics? Yes, I'm a very desperate fangirl!!)

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The young femme walked nervously down the corridor towards the office of Optimus Prime.
She had never met him before and she was terrified. She knew all about him, just like everyone did, but she had never expected to meet him, she thought she’d be just another soldier in the ranks under one of the lower officers. Meeting the illustrious Autobot commander? Never! The highest person she had ever met was her commander, Elita One, but she was a femme like herself, so that was easy. Optimus was male..... and that scared her.

She came to his door and hesitated, (I can’t do this!) she began to turn away, then stopped herself,
(What are you?? A warrior or a mechanomouse? Knock! He’s not going to hurt you, for Primus sake). Her self talk didn’t calm her in the least. With a trembling hand she rapped timidly at the door.

“Come in,” the deep, controlled voice of her leader reached her audios.

Before her legs could carry her away, Rinthe determinedly opened the door and stepped in. Her chest constricted as she saw him behind his desk. She didn’t know what she had expected, but he was awesome! That made her even more nervous. She had seen many males, but none had as much presence or sheer masculinity as he had. Prime’s optics brightened and he nodded at her, “Hello, Rinthe. Please, sit down,” he gestured at the chair dead centre in front of his enormous desk. Trying not to visibly shake, Rinthe set herself down.

Optimus studied the young femme covertly while he shuffled some papers. He knew a bit about her, thanks to what Elita had told him. Rinthe was a skilled fighter, adept at every weapon she could lay her hands on, but she lacked confidence in the field and around other warriors, especially male ones. That was a liability. Elita had requested that she be placed with a small, friendly group of males to try and boost her confidence and cure her of her shyness. Prime had agreed.

Rinthe stared down at her feet, hands in her lap and her mouth clamped shut with fear.

“Rinthe,” Optimus said calmly.

She raised her head a fraction and tried not to look directly at him, her optics came to his chest and she stared in nervous fascination, (Wow).

Optimus sighed inaudibly, he could tell what she was staring at. He knew without being told, that Rinthe was a virgin, (That’s probably a big part of her problem). He smiled behind his mask.

“Rinthe, Elita has told me about your progress. You are doing very well, but you lack the necessary experience to be a reliable soldier. We have decided to place you with a group of older warriors who regularly patrol the Decepticon boundaries.” Optimus noted the wide-optic, terrified look that came over Rinthe’s face, “Don’t worry,” he reassured her, “You won’t be in immediate danger. These patrols are much more show than go, but they will allow you to gain experience and become more confident. Do you have any questions?”

Rinthe stared at him, unable to speak. Prime rested his chin on one hand, “Rinthe, males worry you, don’t they?”

Her lips trembled, “I....um...” she looked down at the floor.

The Autobot commander watched her, wanting to belay her fears but not exactly knowing how. He got up and walked around his desk to stand beside her.

Rinthe leapt up and backed away, “Um....can I ....ah...go now?” she almost whimpered, his close proximity sending her bodily responses into overdrive.

Optimus tilted his head, his optics studying her intently. She was certainly a very nice looking femme, but she wasn’t tall, her head barely reached the middle of his chest. Her physique was slim and lithe, rounded curves that were not too much or too little. Just right. He moved closer to her and she backed away until she bumped into the wall. He reached up and caressed her cheek gently, “I won’t harm you,” he murmured and let his hand trail down her neck, across her chest and down to her waist. Despite her nervousness, Rinthe groaned at his touch, her optics turned off in ecstasy as he continued to roam his hand over her delectable body.

She hadn’t realised he had removed his mask until she felt his lips covering hers. Her optics flashed on and she gasped, drawing her head back from him. He smiled as she gazed upon his exposed face. He was very handsome - having a square, strong jaw; wide sensuous lips and clean, sweeping lines which defined the contours of his face, (Primus! He’s so.....oh, god!).

Prime had placed his hand palm down on her groin and was pressing gently upon it. He leaned forward into her and once again covered her lips with his own, kissing her gently but passionately. She pressed against his chest with both hands, her fingers clenching and unclenching and small cries escaping her throat in pleasure. Her legs went weak and she began to sag at the knees, Optimus placed both hands around her back and held her up, pressing his body harder against her.

Prime pulled away from her and locked his optics on hers, “You’ve never done this before have you?”

Rinthe was beyond speech, so she merely nodded her head, embarrassed.

He stroked her cheek with one hand, “Would you like me to be your first?” he asked softly. Rinthe was stunned, even in her wildest fantasies she would never have dreamed of what he was proposing. The Autobot commander wanted to take her virginity? Well, she wasn’t going to stop him.

Feeling bolder, she lifted her head and wrapped both arms around his neck, “I’d like that,” she purred.

Prime smiled and kissed her gently, Rinthe up on her toes to get closer to him. He brought his hands up to her chestplate and removed it, dropping it to the floor and running his hands over her nakedness. She gave a small cry and curved her back sharply, her head falling back in pleasure. Lubricant was now running in streams down her inner thighs, coating Prime’s legs as well. Feeling how aroused she was, he removed his codpiece and lifted her legs up around his hips, pressing her back to the wall. Rinthe felt the tip of his large erection rub against her belly and she looked down to get her first look at a male interface. Her optics widened as she saw it, it was enormous! She knew it was meant to fit inside of her; - but...she couldn’t!

Prime saw her stunned look and ran his hands over her breasts, “Don’t be frightened, it won’t hurt, I promise....” he dipped his head and suckled on one of her nipples. Rinthe felt liquid fire burst like lightening from her breast to her groin, she screamed and threw her head back. Her hips thrust forward and collided with his, the bulge of his interface caught between their heated bodies. Rinthe panted and moaned, her sanity had left her along with her reason. All she wanted was Optimus Prime inside of her, she wanted him so badly she thought she would die if he didn’t take her soon.

Optimus moved from one breast to the other, tantalising both. He was luxuriating in the notion of introducing Rinthe to interfacing; showing her what it meant to be a female. He touched his raging erection to her opening, stroking it slowly over her. She screamed, her hands clamping almost painfully into his shoulders, microseconds away from climaxing. Prime realised this and carefully entered her, feeling her open up around him as he sheathed himself. Rinthe sobbed and cried, squeezing her thighs around his waist. The Autobot commander thrust only a few times and Rinthe came. She shrieked, her body shaking and trembling uncontrollably as pure pleasure overtook her. As she sobbed his name, Optimus felt his own climax and he dropped his head to her shoulder, biting at her neck as his hips pumped into her - his ejaculate jetting into her insides.

They came down together. Rinthe couldn’t see straight, her vision was blurry and she felt weak as a kidbot. Her body still trembled from her climax. She groaned and held onto her lover, who gently pulled his limp interface out of her and helped her stand on her own two feet.

Prime brushed his mouth past her audios, “How was that?” he whispered.

Rinthe laughed shakily, “Wonderful!” she gasped, “I didn’t know! I mean, the other femmes described it...but....” she shook her head, a wide goofy smile plastered over her face. She felt like she was floating.

Prime grinned back at her, happy that she approved of him. Rinthe looked down at his limp interface then looked shyly back up at him, “Can I..?” she asked, gesturing at his groin. She was curious about what was between his legs now that she had experienced it. Optimus nodded and watched her as she knelt at his feet and studied him.

Tentatively, she reached out and touched it. It jerked slightly at her touch and Optimus moaned, he was sensitive, but he was getting aroused again. Rinthe ran her finger from its root to the tip, feeling the texture and rubbing off some of the lubricant and ejaculate which still covered it.

She tilted her head up at him, “It needs a wash,” she observed. Optimus was about to say something when she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Now it was Prime’s turn to gasp. Rinthe efficiently sucked at his member as it became erect. She stopped and let him pull out of her mouth, “I think it wants to go again!” she giggled, admiring it. She licked at his now straining erection until he was clean, then began sucking him once more.

Optimus watched her, fascinated, until he could stand no more. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. She responded to him, her hands roaming over his enticingly powerful physique. Optimus scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to his desk. Setting her down, he gently turned her around and manoeuvred her to lean over his desk. Rinthe was a bit puzzled but did not protest, she splayed out her arms, bracing herself, and looked back at him. He smiled reassuringly and placed one hand between her thighs to spread them. She willingly did as he directed and cried out as he caressed his fingers over her sweltering interface. Her hips moved from side to side and her vision swam, she shook her head and moaned as he continued to stimulate her manually.

When her moans became whimpers and her hips thrust faster against the desk, Optimus took hold of her hips to steady them and pressed his erection between her spread thighs. Rinthe’s head shot up and a loud unintelligible sound erupted from her lips.

Optimus fought for control over the lust sweeping his senses, and pushed himself wholly inside of her. Rinthe pounded at the desktop with one clenched fist, her other hand sweeping back to grab at his waist, urging him on as he began to drive into her. He fully sheathed himself then pulled out to repeat the movement, concentrating on her pleasure.

In this position, Rinthe could feel the bulging head of his interface graze her insides and she started to cry out with every pumping thrust. Prime panted and groaned, he had always enjoyed it when he took Elita in this way, and Rinthe was proving to be no exception. He gazed down at their joining, enraptured at the way his member withdrew and entered the willing femme spread face down over his desk. Lubricant dripped down their legs and began to puddle on the floor.

The two lovers moved together ever faster and more forcefully as they felt their climaxes approach. Rinthe screamed and her voice choked off as her orgasm washed over her, she pushed back so hard against the thrusting hips of Optimus Prime that she unbalanced him for a moment.

With a long, exhausted moan, she collapsed cheek down on the desktop. Optimus grunted as he came right after her, holding onto her hips and pumping furiously within the spent femme. Rinthe smiled lazily and felt a second weaker climax as his come splash inside of her, her fingers curling around his splayed hand on the desk where he was leaning over her back and starting to slow his thrusts. His body going slack, Prime stopped and relaxed on top of her, his chest resting on her flat back, his arms encompassing her body.

When Optimus felt more steady, he raised his head and kissed the side of her neck, nibbling as she giggled at the ticklishness. Prime hugged her one last time then withdrew his limp interface from her sopping, spent one. He pulled her into his arms and Rinthe snuggled up to his chest, rubbing her cheek against it. “Thank you.” she whispered, and hugged him tightly.

Optimus Prime pressed his lips to the top of her head, “You’re welcome.”

The End :)
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