Goddess of a Prime

Chapter 42

Author's Note: Rewrote this because the last one was...whatever.
PG 13+

For what seemed like forever I was on that medical berth while Ratchet scanned, rescanned, took my temperature, scrap like that.
I wanted out of there! Like, now!
Finally, once evening had fallen and everyone but me and Ratchet had retired to their rooms, the elderly mech let me leave.
I peeked into Optimus' room before entering. He was sitting on his berth, reading a datapad and frowning.
'Would he be a good father?' one side of my processors thought, then I smiled slightly, 'Of course he will! I just have to get up the courage to tell him.'
I stepped inside amd shut the door, locking it like always.
"Ratchet finally let you leave?" Optimus asked, not looking up from his datapad.
I nodded and let my hair down from my ponytail,"Finally. That took forever."
"You were fatally wounded before, and then you used up a lot of energy fighting Hexia," Optimus said, looking up at me,"I asked him to make certain you were at full capacity."
I raised an optic ridge,"So it was your fault?"
Optimus smirked,"I figured it would be a fitting punishment for embarrassing me in front of my team."
I laughed,"Well in that case..."
I walked over to him and pushed him onto the berth roughly, kissing him hard on the intake.
Optimus set the datapad aside and wrapped his arms around my waist, then began moving his servos over my frame like he'd never felt me before.
Optimus pushed me away just for a minute, then typed in some codes on his datapad and suddenly nothing could be heard from the outside. The room was sound-proofed. No one could hear us, we could hear no one.
I smiled teasingly,"Worried?"
Optimus smiled back,"No."
He ran his servos down to my thighs and lightly squeezed them, making me moan softly.
Optimus kissed me again, then turned over, flipping me onto my back-plates on the berth and kneeling over my frame.
His sky-blue optics were bright in the dim room, and before I had a chance to properly think it I blurted,"I'm ready."
Optimus blinked in surprise,"For...s-sparklings?"
I blushed, but nodded,"I've been giving it some thought lately and...I think I'm ready to start a proper family."
Optimus blushed too, but smiled down at me,"If you're certain. I don't want you to regret this."
"Optimus, with you I can regret nothing," I replied, then blushed even harder, looking away,"That came out so wrong."
Optimus chuckled, then captured my dermas with his again, this time lowering his frame carefully onto mine and supporting himself on his elbows, so as not to crush me.
His kisses were soft and sweet and I forgot all else, just the feel of his dermas moving against mine.
Then there was another feeling, something touching my panel, rubbing small circles on it.
I gasped in surprise and tensed up for a moment, then slowly relaxed and opened my panel.
Optimus lightly kissed under my jaw, then kissed my dermas again while one of his digits invaded my port, drawing a small squeak from my voice-box.
Already my transfluid was dripping from my port and as I was slowly nearing my first overload, just before I could release, Optimus pulled his digit out and opened his own panel.
I was already panting, tightly gripping the sheets while Optimus positioned himself between my legs.
"Ready?" he asked me, his blue optics bright with concern.
I nodded, then wrapped my arms around his neck-cables to kiss him again. Just in case I needed something else to focus on if this was an unpleasant experience.
Optimus carefully slipped in, and an uncomfortably loud groan left my intake. It hurt, just a little though.
Optimus waited until I'd adjusted, then when I nodded, he kissed me, and held my dermas locked on his while he began to roll his hips, thrusting into my port.
Slowly at first, but as I became more used to it, he quickened his pace.
I pulled away from him just a moment and tilted my helm back against the pillow, biting my bottom derma.
"It's okay," Optimus whispered,"No one else can hear you."
So I groaned, and panted, and even moaned loudly.
I could feel my overload coming close again, and tightened my grip on Optimus, the knot growing ever larger in my stomach.
Just when I thought it'd explode, I released in my first overload and let out a long moan.
Optimus moaned too, feeling my port clench around his member, but his pace never stopped, and he'd found a good rhythm.
He kissed under my chin, then kissed my neck-cables, listening to me moan and make other noises.
Another overload was fast approaching, and I let go of his neck-cables to grip the sheets again, my claws nearly tearing them as I screamed, releasing once more.
Optimus was breathing heavily, and ever time I overloaded, he'd moan.
He kissed my neck-cables passionately, even softly nibbling on them as he continued to thrust.
I didn't know what to focus on. The dermas on my neck, or the sensation of Optimus' spike thrusting into me, or the feeling of another overload?
I overloaded for the fifth time, and Optimus let out his loudest moan yet, thrusting two more times, then stopping.
A warm fluid was ejected inside me, and I too moaned.
Optimus was panting, as was I. The sheets were an absolute mess, mostly from me.
Optimus kissed my cheek,"Care for another round?"
I set my servo on the side of his face-plates, then nodded, unable to speak still.
Optimus nodded back, then pressed his fore-helm to mine for a brief moment before pulling away and thrusting again.
On the first thrust a soft moan left my dermas as my sixth overload came crashing over me like a wave.
Optimus wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a sitting position, then grabbed my hips and kissed me.
"You try this time," he whispered lovingly against my dermas.
At first uncertainly, then more confidently, I rolled my own hips to move against his spike.
I put one arm around his neck-cables and used the other to support myself, tilting my helm back as another overload started to come over me.
Optimus kissed the hollow where my neck-cables disappeared under my armor, then moaned as my port tightened around his spike again.
My hair was all in a mess, and my frame and face-plates were hotter than they'd ever been, but I kept going.
A third overload, then a fourth, then a fifth, then finally after my sixth Optimus moaned loudly again and once more his transfluid was ejected inside me.
I tilted my helm back to properly face Optimus, and leaned against his chest-plate, exhausted.
"Wow," he panted and I chuckled tiredly.
Optimus pulled out and our panels closed.
I looked at the berth then sighed,"Well this is quite a mess isn't it?"
"We'll wash them in the morning," Optimus said, then picked me up and carried me to the shower, where we could clean ourselves up.
Once clean, we recharged in my berth for the rest of the night.
And we recharged better than ever.