Little Red Riding Prime

Chapter 5

Optimus instantly whipped his mouth away from Megatron's cable and cried out in pain, "O--Ow! Stop! Please! I can't take anymore!" The third tentacle quickly pulled out and caressed his filled opening in soothing circles. "Oh...oooh."

Lowering down, Megatron passionately kissed him, plundering his mouth as the tyrant stroked his chassis. He couldn't take much more of this teasing. His spark was pounding hard, condensation droplets were collecting everywhere on his frame, and he was pretty sure that he was going to burst into flames from the scalding heat forming underneath his plating.

"Please...please now," Optimus panted when Megatron's lips and dentals descended upon his neck, sucking and biting. "I need to overload!"

Soundwave instantly backed away, tentacles still holding him in place, as Megatron scrambled in front of him. The tentacles hauled him upright and positioned him in Megatron's lap, gasping and squirming in lust as the tyrant cupped his aft and lowered him, gasp turning to a blissful cry as the massive wolf's thick girth impaled his aft.

"Oh...yes! Yes! Yes!" Optimus cried as he was lowered further down.

"Like that, my little Prime?" Megatron growled. "Ungh...you feel so...wonderful around my cable!"

Soundwave settled behind him, nuzzling his neck as the purple wolf's hard cable nudged his port and repeating, "Like that, my little Prime?"

"Yes! More! Please!" Optimus sobbed, fingers digging into Megatron's shoulders as Shockwave's cable pushed in along the tyrant. "A--Ah! Oooh...Primus...so full...hmm!"

Megatron and Soundwave were slow and gentle when rocking into him, and soft kisses rained over his condensation slick faceplates by the tyrant as the purple wolf behind him massaged his shoulders, chassis, hips, and thighs with numerous, vibrating tentacles as the one milking his cable sucked him harder. His lips met Megatron's in another passionate kiss, glossas lapping one another as Soundwave nuzzled his neck with a husky purr. Both cables felt incredible sliding over and over again on his sensitive port walls, and he cried out in pleasure from each gentle thrust. The heated kiss broke when his helm fell back, resting against Soundwave's shoulder, overwhelmed by the hot bliss that was consuming his body. His arm lifted, and his servo cupped Soundwave's cheek, causing the purple wolf to let out another purr and nuzzle his palm, whimpering as his chest plates snapped open, unable to stand the pressure against his engorged spark. He was terrified that Megatron would attempt to bond with him, but the tyrant merely smirked down at him and lapped his life mass. The tender swipes of Megatron's glossa made him wail and thrash, and he wailed even louder when Soundwave's talons stroked the outer, pulsing shell of his life mass.

"I want to merge with you so badly, little Prime," Megatron growled, placing a sweet kiss on Optimus' spark, causing the Prime to buck wildly. "Perhaps another time though...when you're ready."

When Megatron's mouth wrapped around his spark, fangs grazing over him, his vision went white, electric sparks shooting through him. Soundwave's tentacles rubbed more vigorously over his frame, and the one sucking his cable picked up speed.

"Ahhh! Oh please! Let me overload!" Optimus shouted. "I need to overload! I need to overload! Please! PLEASE!"

"Hmm...ngh...I suppose we've 'tortured' you long enough," Megatron panted. "Soundwave, I think it's time we gave our little Prime the best overload of his function."

He screamed when Megatron and Soundwave suddenly rammed into him, and the tentacle snuggly wrapped around his cable loosened. The explosion of pleasure that followed knocked him out cold.

When his vision returned, he found himself nestled between Megatron and Soundwave with the sun starting to set in the distance. Cursing to himself, he staggered up and frantically washed the lubricant dribbling out his port and onto his thighs. Weary from interfacing, he struggled to put his clothing back on, and he stumbled back onto the path, crossing over the bridge while gazing back to find Megatron and Soundwave still recharging. He made it to his grandmother's cottage without further incident, and he stumbled through the front door, finding her sitting in front of the fireplace and sipping a cup of hot energon.

"Grandmother, I'm sorry for being so late," Optimus whimpered, bowing his helm in shame.

The old, pale red and blue femme gazed up at him with a smile. "It's quite all right, my dear grandson. You look so disheveled. Did something happen along the way here?"

"Y--Yes...you could say that, grandmother," Optimus sighed. "I ran into...some wolves...but I managed to get away."

"Oh, you poor dear," his grandmother murmured. "Put the basket on the table, and get some rest in the guest berthroom. You can spend the night here."

"Thank you, grandmother," Optimus sighed, heading for the room.

"Hrm...I used to have a lot of run ins with wolves too when I was young," his grandmother chuckled in a hushed tone.

Climbing into a berth with soft white sheets and a fluffy pillows, Optimus slipped into recharge, lulled by the sound of crackling fire in the other room. He eventually woke to the feeling of heat, wiping condensation from his brow as he kicked back the covers to cool himself. Faint footsteps could be heard, and the window creaked open, letting in a gust of cool wind.

Optimus murmured happily, "Thank you, grandmother. That feels so much better."

"Not your grandmother, Little Red Riding Prime."

He shot up in the berth with a startled cry, finding Breakdown standing next to the berth and gazing at him with a lecherous smirk. He tried to scramble away to the side, but Megatron was right beside him, grinning wide at him. He tried to rush forward, but Breakdown and Soundwave were quickly in front of him, blocking his path of escape.

"W--What are you doing here?" Optimus hissed. Dread seeped into his spark when he thought about his grandmother. "My grandmother! Where is she?! What have you done?!"

"She's resting in her room," Megatron answered. "Soundwave managed to slip in some ground up herbs into her energon. It causes drowsiness. She's deep in recharge now, but she'll be awake by morning, which gives us plenty of time to enjoy your company...and you can make as much noise as you want and it won't wake her."

"U--Us? You mean...all of you?" Optimus squeaked.

"Lord Megatron has decided to graciously allow us to...share," Knock Out cooed. "It would have been too cruel to force you to choose between us."

"I can't wait to play with you again," Breakdown cooed while climbing onto the berth.

Soundwave climbed up as well and repeated, "I can't wait to play with you again."

"Yeah...what they said," Breakdown leered while crawling over the blankets.

He gulped as he backed up into Megatron and the tyrant's arms wove around him, keeping him trapped as the other three wolves stalked closer. Soon enough, he was straddling Megatron's hips as the tyrant's cable slammed in and out of him joined by Knock Out, pressing into him from behind. As both wolves rammed into him, grunting and growling with pleasure, Breakdown and Soundwave were groaning on each side of him as he alternated stroking and sucking their cables. Having experienced five more overloads, he was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion, but the four wolves were insatiable with their lust, and they wouldn't let him fall asleep. He wasn't sure if he was going to able to walk come morning. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to make it home with the four wolves constantly molesting him, and a demented part of him didn't mind all that much, as long as he kept feeling pleasure like this.

End