Unintentionally

Figured You Out

Dreadwing had recently gotten to Earth a few weeks prior, and he was still settling in on the Nemesis. He had been sent out to scout for energon and ran into an autobot femme that recently came to the planet as well.

She was a high ranking Autobot and Optimus Prime's "left hand" and a skilled weapon specialist, former leader of an autobot orbital drop special task force designated Nova Squad.

Dreadwing had encountered her several times during the war for Cybertron and they both had a lot of respect for each other and some form of admiration as well.

The two had been locked in a heated battle for several hours, trying to blow each other to scrap metal with heavy ordinance and other kinds of weapons fire when a storm rolled in. High winds picked up and lightning struck the ground near them making their frames crackle, driving the two warring cybertronians into a cave for shelter. It was only just big enough for the two of them to fit side by side and deep enough to keep them well out of range of the lightning. Their comms had been effectively fried and it was too dangerous to leave so they were stuck with each other.

The two were yelling at each other, continuing to fight but mostly in a verbal way because of the tight space they were in. they didn't want to be buried alive under a mountain. There was an underlying tension that wasn't murderous between the two and they both could feel it.

It was impossible to tell who started it but after a while of yelling they ended up kissing and Dreadwing slammed Carbine against the cave wall, his servos groping her hips as she held onto his shoulders. She responded to his advances eagerly, her frame practically screaming for any form of sexual attention from a mech.

Dreadwing's mouth went to her neck and he started licking, sucking and biting on her neck cables, his leg slipping between her legs.

Carbine moaned and ground against him "come on" she panted "is this the best you can do?"

Dreadwing growled and bit down on her neck harder and grabbed her aft roughly, picking her up, her legs went around his waist as he forced her against the wall harder. He moved one hand and began rubbing against her interface panel with his clawed thumb.

She moaned louder, reaching back behind him, playing with his wing struts and digging her fingers into his back.

"Open up for me, then I'll show you the best I can do." Dreadwing growled huskily in her audial, grunting as she tugged on sensitive wires at the base of his wings.

She couldn't resist his attention, she didn't want to. Carbine pulled Dreadwing back into another kiss as her interface panel unlocked and slid open for him.

His spike was hardening uncomfortably behind his codpiece. Dreadwing chuckled as he moved armor pieces out of the way and his spike pressurize

Carbine looked at him before looking at his huge spike. Fuuuck he was bigger than she thought he'd be. She glanced back up to his face. "Go ahead... try it."

Dreadwing sneered at her. "You are going to wish you hadn't said that." Dreadwing replied before he grabbed her and positioned her above his hard erect cable.

Dreadwing was gonna do her while standing up. He smirked and rammed her onto his spike hard, starting to thrust into her immediately and not giving her any time to adjust to him.

Carbine's optics widened before she gasped painfully and glared at him.

Dreadwing glared back at her as he rammed her down harder and faster, he was going to make her suffer. And he wasn't going to stop at one overload either. He was pissed and he was going to fuck her processor out.

Carbine closed her optics again, pain and pleasure ripped through her but she held it in not going to show him she was in pain or enjoying herself in any way. That was when he hit her hard in her sweet spot and she groaned in pleasure.