Predictably Wrong (Chapter 7: Refined Selection) Snippet
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Title: Predictably Wrong (Chapter 7: Refined Selection) Snippet
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Characters: Knock Out/Predaking
Rating: M
Disclaimer: This is a hot scene from my ongoing fanfic, but I don't own either of the smexy robots.
Warnings: Sticky, slash, you know...smexy times XD
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Knock Out felt the claws fumble for his panel almost immediately, making him moan once more. The now sensitive equipment only gained the beast’s attention further. As his panel moved to reveal his valve, the beast growled possessively, smelling even more of the desirable smell Knock Out had within him.
“You are too irresistible” Predaking licked around Knock Out’s facial plates as he felt powerful instincts threatening to take control.
With a small laugh, Knock Out rolled his optics, “Tell me something I don’t know”
That was when a claw thrust into his valve, making him keen in surprise, shuddering as he tried to adjust to the sudden assault. The predacon churred once more, enjoying the reaction he received. Forcing it deeper, he purred in content as the valve twitched around the appendage.
“You feel...unclaimed” Predaking grumbled, kissing at the now overheating mech that writhed below him.
“That’s not necessarily true...this isn’t exactly my first time” Knock Out shook his helm, “But regardless, it has been a long while”
With a dark smirk, the beast inserted a second claw slowly, attempting to stretch the valve more. “It matters not...you are mine now”
Bucking his hips feebly, Knock Out whimpered, feeling more kisses trail up his neck as the predacon king continued his task. He was impatient, but he hated to know how Predaking felt at this point. A third claw managed to make its way in, making him shudder harder. “Ahhh~ Predaking” he gasped, vents halting for a moment before he managed to adjust to the increased amount in his valve. “That’s starting to get uncomfortable...” he moaned, desperately avoiding biting his lip due to the fangs.
“That shall suffice” Predaking grumbled, a low hiss filling the room as his spike extended. Daring not glance, Knock Out exhaled shakily, whining again as he felt how close he already was to overload.
With a final kiss, Predaking was forced to shift, the size difference making it so Knock Out had to look up at the powerful chest plates. The claws retreated, and Predaking happily licked off the fluids, positioning his spike with the red mech as he judged the size difference.
“If it becomes uncomfortable, please tell me” the beast growled, still fighting his own instincts. If he were to follow them, he was sure his mate would be a scrap pile by the end.
“JUST FRAG ME!” Knock Out snapped, making Predaking trill louder than before.
The spike poked into Knock Out, and immediately, he could feel it was huge. With a light shudder, he attempted to relaxed, knowing it would help with the situation.
Carefully, Predaking pushed only to about halfway in, having to resist further as he could feel he was almost at the end of Knock Out’s valve. With a deep grumble, he thrust once, his claws holding the red mech in place who merely cried out in pleasure.
Another thrust, and Knock Out screamed out, his hips bucking eagerly back at the spike only partially inserted. He was clearly on the edge, making Predaking smirk before beginning to pace his thrusts.
“Knock Out” Predaking purred deeply, feeling his spike go slightly deeper as the red mech further adjusted and relaxed with the pleasure assaulting him.
That was when the valve clamped down tight on the spike within it, making him growl suddenly. He wasn’t quite there, but glancing downwards and watching the red mech overload was invigorating. He trilled, continuing his thrusts as Knock Out continued to scream out as he overloaded.
Upping his pace as the red mech calmed, he growled to himself, inhaling the glorious scent Knock Out had just produced from his overload...his sweet ambrosia arousing the beast more.
A small purr escaped Knock Out as he felt a second overload approaching. “Predaking...ahhh...try a bit more...spike” he begged, attempting to buck more of the beasts spike within himself.
“I do not...wish to...hurt you” Predaking ground out, still resisting a majority of his instincts as he continued to thrust.
“Just...do it!” Knock Out pleaded desperately, feeling the large predacon grip him tighter.
With a sudden roar, Predaking did so, managing to get about three quarters of the way in without much more effort. His thrusting became more frantic, clearly close himself.
Crying in pleasure, Knock Out keened as he felt overload attempting to take him over again.
Predaking was first to lose the war to overload though, roaring as loud as he could as he finally lay claim to his mate properly, the roar more deafening than when Knock Out had accepted him back on the Nemesis.
Screeching, Knock Out was quickly pulled away once more as well.
It wasn’t long before Predaking recovered, carefully removing himself and repositioning himself again, this time checking Knock Out over who still lay on the ground.
“I wish...we’d done that...last time” Knock Out mumbled, offlining his optics contentedly as he began to fall into recharge.
With a low growl, Predaking lay next to him and pulled him into a hug, laying down and placing the red mech atop himself. The medic had no issues with this and snuggled in, muttering incoherently as he continued to power down.
Predaking watched over him for a while, before slowly falling into recharge himself.
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If you want to see said fic, go here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10038001/1/Predictably-Wrong
Title: Predictably Wrong (Chapter 7: Refined Selection) Snippet
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Characters: Knock Out/Predaking
Rating: M
Disclaimer: This is a hot scene from my ongoing fanfic, but I don't own either of the smexy robots.
Warnings: Sticky, slash, you know...smexy times XD
...
Knock Out felt the claws fumble for his panel almost immediately, making him moan once more. The now sensitive equipment only gained the beast’s attention further. As his panel moved to reveal his valve, the beast growled possessively, smelling even more of the desirable smell Knock Out had within him.
“You are too irresistible” Predaking licked around Knock Out’s facial plates as he felt powerful instincts threatening to take control.
With a small laugh, Knock Out rolled his optics, “Tell me something I don’t know”
That was when a claw thrust into his valve, making him keen in surprise, shuddering as he tried to adjust to the sudden assault. The predacon churred once more, enjoying the reaction he received. Forcing it deeper, he purred in content as the valve twitched around the appendage.
“You feel...unclaimed” Predaking grumbled, kissing at the now overheating mech that writhed below him.
“That’s not necessarily true...this isn’t exactly my first time” Knock Out shook his helm, “But regardless, it has been a long while”
With a dark smirk, the beast inserted a second claw slowly, attempting to stretch the valve more. “It matters not...you are mine now”
Bucking his hips feebly, Knock Out whimpered, feeling more kisses trail up his neck as the predacon king continued his task. He was impatient, but he hated to know how Predaking felt at this point. A third claw managed to make its way in, making him shudder harder. “Ahhh~ Predaking” he gasped, vents halting for a moment before he managed to adjust to the increased amount in his valve. “That’s starting to get uncomfortable...” he moaned, desperately avoiding biting his lip due to the fangs.
“That shall suffice” Predaking grumbled, a low hiss filling the room as his spike extended. Daring not glance, Knock Out exhaled shakily, whining again as he felt how close he already was to overload.
With a final kiss, Predaking was forced to shift, the size difference making it so Knock Out had to look up at the powerful chest plates. The claws retreated, and Predaking happily licked off the fluids, positioning his spike with the red mech as he judged the size difference.
“If it becomes uncomfortable, please tell me” the beast growled, still fighting his own instincts. If he were to follow them, he was sure his mate would be a scrap pile by the end.
“JUST FRAG ME!” Knock Out snapped, making Predaking trill louder than before.
The spike poked into Knock Out, and immediately, he could feel it was huge. With a light shudder, he attempted to relaxed, knowing it would help with the situation.
Carefully, Predaking pushed only to about halfway in, having to resist further as he could feel he was almost at the end of Knock Out’s valve. With a deep grumble, he thrust once, his claws holding the red mech in place who merely cried out in pleasure.
Another thrust, and Knock Out screamed out, his hips bucking eagerly back at the spike only partially inserted. He was clearly on the edge, making Predaking smirk before beginning to pace his thrusts.
“Knock Out” Predaking purred deeply, feeling his spike go slightly deeper as the red mech further adjusted and relaxed with the pleasure assaulting him.
That was when the valve clamped down tight on the spike within it, making him growl suddenly. He wasn’t quite there, but glancing downwards and watching the red mech overload was invigorating. He trilled, continuing his thrusts as Knock Out continued to scream out as he overloaded.
Upping his pace as the red mech calmed, he growled to himself, inhaling the glorious scent Knock Out had just produced from his overload...his sweet ambrosia arousing the beast more.
A small purr escaped Knock Out as he felt a second overload approaching. “Predaking...ahhh...try a bit more...spike” he begged, attempting to buck more of the beasts spike within himself.
“I do not...wish to...hurt you” Predaking ground out, still resisting a majority of his instincts as he continued to thrust.
“Just...do it!” Knock Out pleaded desperately, feeling the large predacon grip him tighter.
With a sudden roar, Predaking did so, managing to get about three quarters of the way in without much more effort. His thrusting became more frantic, clearly close himself.
Crying in pleasure, Knock Out keened as he felt overload attempting to take him over again.
Predaking was first to lose the war to overload though, roaring as loud as he could as he finally lay claim to his mate properly, the roar more deafening than when Knock Out had accepted him back on the Nemesis.
Screeching, Knock Out was quickly pulled away once more as well.
It wasn’t long before Predaking recovered, carefully removing himself and repositioning himself again, this time checking Knock Out over who still lay on the ground.
“I wish...we’d done that...last time” Knock Out mumbled, offlining his optics contentedly as he began to fall into recharge.
With a low growl, Predaking lay next to him and pulled him into a hug, laying down and placing the red mech atop himself. The medic had no issues with this and snuggled in, muttering incoherently as he continued to power down.
Predaking watched over him for a while, before slowly falling into recharge himself.
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