Your Payment In Full

Title: Your Payment In Full (G1)
Rating: M
Pairing: Drift/Female Alien
Summary: "You pay well..." He certainly did! Takes place before the opening scene in Spotlight: Drift.
Warnings: Sticky; Xeno; Spoiler? And first time writing Xeno! D:

She clung to the table’s edge as her body moved rhythmically; her breathing was quick, but silent, with the occasional gasp of pleasure as the thick phallus stimulated the most sensitive parts of her being. The owner of this exquisite appendage soon tightened his hold upon her childbearing hips, squeezing the taut flesh while increasing his tempo.

"So close..."

Her whispered words did not go unnoticed; the cloaked figure withdrew his spike and dropped to his knees, level with her dripping orifice. He lifted his hand to the mask covering his lips and pulled it down while the other parted her slick folds. "Ooh!" She arched her back as his glossa delved into the warm depths, her hips thrusting back out of instinct. “Yes...” she hissed and he curled the tip of his glossa to rake against her inner walls before removing it completely.

She groaned in protest, but he quickly silenced her retort as he took her sensitive nub between his lips. His hand soon gripped his throbbing spike and began to stroke it in time with her movements. “I’m... close...” Drift dipped his glossa back inside once more before standing, positioning himself at her entrance. The woman crawled further up the table’s surface; she turned to glance over her shoulder, but the mech soon halted her movement by a rough hand against her head, shoving her face against the cool metal with a warning growl.

She clenched her teeth as he plunged into her tight warmth once again, this time with more fervor. Drift kept his hand firmly against her face, his grip tightening with every thrust. The woman’s breath hitched, her muscles squeezing down on his rod. So, you get off on pain, huh? He mused and with a wicked grin, leaned forward, keeping his hand steady as he sunk his dental plats into her nape.

The woman came with a silent scream, her inner walls contracting around the intruding phallus. The intensity of her orgasm caused her to tremble beneath him, her hips moving to meet his own. Drift’s spike began to swell within her, the heat building within his lower half. He grunted around the mouthful of flesh as he reached his overload. Desperate, he reached down to grasp her leg, pulling it further away so that he could penetrate deeper.

His partner mewled as the hot, viscous transfluid coated her insides, and she squirmed at the feeling of his hard body against her back; “Easy...” she whimpered, only making him apply more pressure to his bite. Such behavior triggered something within her mind, but she was too far gone to actually make anything of it.

The swordsmech finally withdrew, quickly covering his face as she sat up and worked the straps of her dress back over her shoulders. “Mm... You’re a lot bigger than most men.” She turned to look at him just as he was smoothing down his cloak. “I wouldn’t mind having you around.” Drift narrowed his optics; “I’m afraid I can’t-”

“Right. Still interested in that Cybertronian cruiser.”

“Yes.”

“Fine... It was fun while it lasted. Come with me outside, and I will provide the passes...”

He stood quietly as she walked out.
On the table, he spotted the evidence of their coupling and smirked before following.

Well? Sucks so hard, doesn't it... D: