Happy Easter have Oppy getting bred
Tags: Breeding, Ovi, Dacryphillia (the good kind where everything feels so good) Enthusiastic pussy eating, reassurance kink, praise, aphrodisiacs, enthusiastic consent, non traditional body parts
“First things first, we need to open your forge up. A few rounds of mating should do the trick.” Queenie gave a few shallow thrusts of her spike through his valve. “I probably should have told you this earlier as well. Transfluid from a Queen Insecticon is a little different. Because our purpose is to create life, our transfluid has evolved to create the ideal conditions for breeding. It acts as both an aphrodisiac and an actuator relaxant when ingested or absorbed through the valve. It’s nothing mind altering, but I should have told you before.”
Truth be told, Optimus wasn’t really listening and barely cared, her spike felt too good against his valve. “That’s-ah!-that’s ok. It’s not something c-constantly on your mind, r-right?”
Queenie wore a soft smile. “You really are wonderful. I’m going to get you prepped, is that ok?”
“W-wait! You said it works if I eat it?” He asked.
“Yes. Really it can be absorbed through any thin plating-“
His finials perked up. “Can I eat your valve? Please?”
She seemed surprised. “I wasn’t expecting it after your last encounter with my valve, but if that’s what you want, sure.” The two shuffled around and Queenie ended up on her back with Optimus staring down her legs. She giggled. “It’s at the end of my abdomen, remember?”
He heard the hissing of panels, and followed it back to that beautiful valve. He leaned forward and took a lick of the oddly yellow lubricant.
He couldn’t even exaggerate, she tasted sweeter than anything he’d ever had. It was almost sickly, almost. Before he knew it, he was devouring her, trying to lap up as much of her lubricants as he could. All the while, she was a moaning mess, fisting the sheets and occasionally thumping the bed with her hand. Whenever she arched off the bed and overloaded, her transfluid mixed with her lubricants and it somehow tasted even better. He continued to eat her out, and a warm fuzziness started to fill the back of his processor. Everything below his waist felt relaxed and warm, and he was only just noticing his panels had retracted when Queenie forced his head up to look at her.
“While I would love to have you continue what you’re doing, you DID want to get bred tonight, right?” She asked.
“Yes! Yes, please breed me.” Optimus whined. Internally, he was surprised not only how easily the words slipped out of his mouth, but how much he actually meant it.
She spread her legs and pat her thigh. “Come on up then.” Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, but next thing he knew he was sitting on her pelvis, and she had a look of deep, rich love in her eyes. She kissed him, and while it was chaste, it felt more emotionally overwhelming than a more intimate one. He felt something wet slide up his thigh, and was met with her ovipositor. She shifted and sat up, hunching over him protectively. “I’m gonna put it in now, is that ok?”
“Please, I want you so bad.” He groaned.
“You’re so beautiful when you talk like that.” She crooned, and her ovipositor snaked it’s way into his valve. It felt amazing, if very different from her spike. It easily reached his ceiling node, and if he were in a more lucid state he might have been concerned how easily it worked it’s way through the small opening and anchored itself inside his forge by flaring it’s tip. She gave a few shallow pulls from her hips, and gave a shaky sigh when the connection held.
“J-just letting you know. It might feel weird but it shouldn’t hurt.” Queenie stammered. Optimus was too absorbed in the aphrodisiac to give much more than a nod. To further aid the feeling, she wrapped one of her hands around both their spikes and lazily pumped them both.
The first egg traveled up her ovipositor. She was right, it did feel weird as it breached his forge, but it didn’t hurt. It actually felt really good. As it settled in, another followed, and he could hear her moaning. She was barely saying anything coherent anymore, and he was vaguely aware that she was drooling down the back of his shoulder. By the time the fifth egg settled, he felt heavy and full, like he had overfueled.
“L-last one. Y-you’re doing s-so well, you’re so beautiful. You’re going to be a wonderful carrier.” She rambled. For some reason, the praise pushed him over the edge he didn’t realize he was on, and the overload was so intense it knocked the wind from him. He was vaguely aware of her overloading as well, their transfluid painting his abdomen and her fingers. She was trembling as her ovipositor loosened itself, slipped out of his forge and left his valve.
“That-I-wow.” What COULD Optimus say? It was some of the best interface he’d had in his life. The prospect of being a carrier was daunting sure, but he couldn’t help but feel at ease as Queenie ran her fingers in circles over his abdominal plating. She had a look of pride and affection on her face as she did. His spark suddenly felt very tight.
“There’s just one more thing left.” She murmured, shifting her pelvis down and rubbing the head of her spike through his sopping valve again. “Mmm, you feel so good. Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Please! Please, I need you.” Tears flowed down his face. He couldn’t help it, everything just felt so good.
“Oh darling, don’t cry. Come here.” She cooed, cradling him in her arms, her fingers rubbing soothing circles into his back. “I know, it’s a lot. But you’ve done so well already. All I need to do is fertilize our eggs and then we can be done. Can I fertilize them?”
“Can-can I have a minute?” He asked, a sob wracking his body.
“Of course darling. Take as long as you need.” She whispered. It felt like hours passed by as he slowly regained his composure. The whole time Queenie was purring and continued to rub soothing circles and aimless patterns into his plating. The gems embedded into his carrier jewelry made clinking sounds whenever it moved, and for a while , that was the only noise in the room.
Finally, Optimus composed himself enough to speak. “O-ok. I think I’m ready.”
“I’ll take it slow. Tell me if it’s too much.” She hummed. She gingerly slipped her spike in, and moaned as she sank all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion. “I-I don’t think I’m gonna last long, I’m sorry. You feel so good.”
At this point, he profoundly did not care, everything felt too good. She set a slow and languid pace, but each thrust stoked the fire all the same. At one point he cracked an eye open, and saw her face screwed tight with overwhelming pleasure. Her carefully applied lip paint had cracked and fallen away where she was biting it so hard.
The thought of her enjoying this so much caused him to clench hard around her spike, and that was enough to tip her off the edge. The feeling of her transfluid painting his valve dragged him over too, and he came so hard he nearly blue screened. His audio systems must have crashed at least, because for a few minutes, he couldn’t hear anything but the loud monotone buzz that came with said crash. After she had regained her composure, she pulled out and manually closed his panels, trapping her transfluid inside. She laid him down on the bed and snuggled up to him, resuming drawing aimless doodles into his plating.
“How do you feel?” Queenie purred.
“I-wow.” Was all Optimus could muster. His processor felt like it was full of thermal paste, and he felt both lighter than air and heavier than a rock.
She giggled. “Breeding is a lot, I know. Get some rest, and I’ll be right here.”
He looked over at her. “Promise?” He sounded pitiful saying it, but he had to be sure.
“Of course. I’ve already asked the kitchen to bring us some Energon. I promise I won’t leave the room, and I’ll try not to leave the bed.”
It was all the reassurance he needed. He powered down in record time, his last conscious thought about the eggs in his forge, and how he was determined to be the best carrier he could for them.
