“Would you like to come in,” she asked her voice sounding warm and husky as she
continued to dazzle him with her smile and the look in her eyes. As he nodded
dumbly to answer her he let his hands move in front of his groin trying to hide the
effect she was having on him, but it wasn’t until she turned around again and he
ripped his eyes of her sexily swinging arse that coherent thought managed
somehow to return to him.
“Wake up numb nuts,” he said in a whisper as he mentally slapped himself ‘It’s Elita 1
for Primus sake your not even a baby to her, now just find out what she want’s,
do it and get out of here before you embarrass yourself in front of the greatest
femme in Cybertronian history.’
Determined now not to embarrass himself Cheetor followed her in being careful not to
stare at her. Fortunately the room provided a wonderful distraction. It was quite
frankly absolutely huge, just the main room alone was twice the size of his
apartment, along the back wall it held a huge bed that looked like it could fit half a
dozen bots, the back wall itself was simply a series of large windows looking out
onto the beautiful site of the 1st fleet and a Cybertron moving slowly into night,
once again shining in the darkness after a year of struggle to get return it to
operational status. To the right hand side was a huge bar and kitchen area and to the
and sunken down a few steps was the entertainment area with huge sofas and a
massive view-screen. Also to his left but towards the back wall was the
entranceway into what only could be the bathroom and as he walked a few steps
forward into the room he could tell that it itself was vast. Hearing the doors close
behind him Cheetor walked further into the huge room, it wasn’t light fully so he
couldn’t quite see every detail but the lighting there was, was a deep ocean blue in tone
and combined with the light from Cybertron and other ships made the whole
room look all the more beautiful and somewhat calming as well. He even felt his
fuel pump slowly down as a contented smile spread across his lips. The whole
place seemed to calm every molecule in his body and he felt in control once
again. The tinkling of glasses however soon pulled him back from his reverie and
though he didn’t know it yet spelled certain doom to his current calm.
On hearing the tinkle of glasses and the pouring of liquid Cheetor realised that Elita
had gone over to the bar. She had looked beautiful outside in the hall in full light
but know as he approached the bar the combined effect of the blue lighting and
the light from the windows seemed to transcend her into something more than
that and he felt his fuel pump skip more than just a beat as she held out a glass
for him to take, the smile on her face was softer now but the look in her eyes
made his mech fluid boil and it was with a shaking hand hat he took the glass
touching her fingers as he did so leaving a warmth in his fingers that quickly
travelled up the length of his arm to his cheeks leaving him blushing quite obviously.
The reaction downstairs was even worse as his ‘semi’ strained against his
codpiece; quickly he took a sip from the glass held within his shaking hand as he tried
to somehow cover up the evidence without her noticing. Elita’s optics though did
not leave his face as they both drank from their glasses her smouldering gaze
holding his own as it peered over the rim of her glass. Cheetor felt captivated by
those eyes, ancient, wise and yet still with the spark of youth that had kept her
going for all those millennia. Cheetor lost himself in her eyes so completely that it
took him till the last gulp of his drink to realise that it had been alcohol and in his
current condition it unfortunately went straight to his legs.
Lowering her own glass Elita reached out took back Cheetor’s from his quivering hand
placing both on the bar before finally speaking.
“So do you like it?” she asked motioning to the room around him and rather
surprisingly Cheetor managed to form some sort of response.
“I love it,” he replied a little too quickly and to his despair sounding a little too much
like a kid as he said it. Elita didn’t seem to notice though as she moved forward
getting closer to Cheetor,
“Thankyou,” she said as she somehow even with all the room she had managed to
lightly brush her hand against his badly distorted codpiece as she moved past him.
Cheetor was sure he heard several of the latches on his codpiece break a split
second after she’d brushed against him and he was positive she had heard the
gasp that had escaped his lips. But she kept on walking even as he covered his
mouth with one hand and his straining codpiece with the other his cheeks burning
with embarrassment she simply walked on and continued talking.
“I designed it myself, well that’s not entirely true Moonracer and Firestar helped with
the lighting and Arcee and Chromia decked out the bathroom but the rest is
mine,” she said as she moved towards the sunken entertainment area with Cheetor
somehow managing to follow her as he tried desperately to think of an escape
from the most embarrassing situation of his life. As luck would have it she happened to
turn just as his eyes were darting around for anything to aid him. As the
realisation that he’d been caught covering his mouth and codpiece slowly dawned
on him he let his hands drop to his sides, a numb sensation running through him
as he began to imagine the outrage against him when people heard about how
shocked the greatest femme in history had been after innocently inviting him for a
drink in her quarters only for the disgusting youth to get a hard on right in front of her.
All of this left Cheetor feeling a great welling of shame inside himself and it took awhile
of him contemplating were he would spend his exile to realise that
she hadn’t noticed or if she had she didn’t seem to care. In fact it took her
inviting him twice to sit down before he even realised she was speaking to him such
was his shock.
“Cheetor, sit down please,” she said her smile carrying a little bit of humour in it now
“I won’t hurt you I promise,” she added her expression warm and inviting as she
beckoned to the largest of the sofa’s.
Cheetor felt quite strange as he manoeuvred himself onto the sofa, the alcohol mixed
with the knowledge that Elita 1 by now had to know what was going on beneath
his codpiece but seemed to not mind left him a little terrified. But as she knelt
down in front of him Cheetor felt his fuel pump begin too race and the terror he
felt turned into a panicked excitement. He still flinched a little though as she
placed both her hands on his thigh’s and his rod actually began to hurt as it strained
against his codpiece. His attention however was once locked back onto her
optics as he stared down into her beautiful face.
“You know Cheetor we’ve all been very impressed with you and what you’ve done in
this last year,” she said, her hands slowly starting to massage his lower thigh’s.
“We?” he managed to ask in a slightly unsteady and squeaky voice before swallowing
and forcing out a much better, less squeaky “We?”
“Myself, the council, some old friends,” she said in reply “We’ve all been very
impressed, and very thankful I might add. Without you we might not have been able to
do so much so quickly and then of course there’s everything you did in the Spark
War to consider and even before that back on Earth. A lot of people owe you a
great deal, including myself,” she said even as her hands moved slowly up his
thighs even closer to his badly distorted codpiece and the significant gaps that
had appeared at the seams.
“I haven’t really done anything,” he replied his voice now sounding even more squeaky
and nervous than before.
“Never sell yourself short Cheetor, there are more than enough bots who’ll want to do
that for you and besides not only have you done a lot for all of us you’ve also in
the last year shown me how much of a good person you are and I and some of
my old friends have come to the conclusion that what’s going to happen won’t
change you in a bad way,”
“What’s going to happen,” he asked moving around uncomfortably on the sofa as her
soft hands got ever closer to his groin.
“You’ll find out,” she replied as her voice became husky and the look in her optics
started to change into something that both excited him immensely and yet made
him even more nervous.
“Now I’m going to ask you a few questions, you don’t have to speak just nod or shake
your head, okay?” Cheetor nodded in reply.
“Alright first question, do you have a girlfriend,” a shake of his head was his reply.
“Is there anyone special your hoping will want to be with you,” There was a long
pause before Cheetor slowly shook his head a hint of sadness creeping into his optics.
“I thought so,” she said with a whisper before continuing on “Alright just one more
then, when I said I wanted your help with something what I meant was I wanted
you to do something for me that might be a bit difficult,” she paused for a bit
before continuing.
“I want you to forget who I am and just think of me as a normal femme,” she said as
she moved her hands up to his codpiece and caressed the bulge causing him to
freeze to his spot
“I want you to relax,” she added as she hooked her fingers under the codpiece in the
gaps were the smooth seams used to be.
“And most of all I want you to enjoy this,” she said as she ripped his codpiece off
freeing his aching rod to rapidly expand to it’s full stature. Cheetor let out a gasp he
felt the cool air on his rod his mind reeling even as he looked down and saw
Elita’s look of lust and wide eyed smile of approval at his size. He almost jumped of
the chair as he felt Elita wrap a hand around the base of his huge erection and he
was sure the first stroke would send his cum flying but she wrapped the fingers of
her other hand just above her balls cutting of any chance of them sending up a
gush of cum.
His cries began as soon as she began stroking him not hard, but lightly, more teasing
his length than anything else her fingers playing in the pre cum already flowing
prodigiously from the swollen tip before dancing back down the base of the
painfully erect rod. Even as her fingers danced her mouth and tongue found delight in
torturing his large swollen balls with pleasure, taking first one then the other
repeatedly into her mouth, sucking on and rolling them around inside the cavern
of her mouth being sure to keep her teeth from accidentally nipping him as she
looked up to a view of Cheetor’s scrunched up face, somewhat blocked by the
overly large and delicious looking rod above her head. His cries however seemed
to be all she needed to spur her on as she continued to suck and lick at his badly
swollen balls while one hand danced it’s finger’s teasingly along his rod and the
other blocked off any chance of a true orgasm.
It took time, longer than he could remember but slowly his cries died and he was able
to look down at the instigator of the most amazing experience of his life. In the
back of his mind he was sure it could only have been a few moments there was
no way he could have lasted longer but the sheer amount of precum that covered
his painfully erect cock was mute testament to how much time had gone by. And
still Elita 1 the greatest femme in history was sucking and licking on his badly
swollen balls, one at a time back and forth as her hand covered in precum now
simply stroked along the full length of his cock. And even as she did all this she
stared up into his optics waiting for the moment when he would get over the
‘who was doing it’ part and get to the ‘thank primus this totally wonderful
femme sought to do this for me’ part. And so Elita 1 kept up her assault, her hand now
stroking him harder as her tongue played games with his balls their optics’ locked
together even as his cries began to return until finally she saw what she wanted to
see and ceased her relentless torment of his aching balls.
Raising her head she let Cheetor’s precum covered cock brush across her face leaving
trails of it all over her cheeks and nose and chin even as her tongue darted in and
out of her mouth scooping up as much of the sticky stuff on his cock as she could
before swallowing. The sight sent Cheetor’s fuel pump beat so fast that it hurt,
but it was just the beginning for now Elita was at the tip of his overly large cock,
swirling her tongue around the head gathering up even more of his delicious
precum. Finally she began taking the head of his cock into her mouth, her full lips
stretched wide to accommodate his member as it slid into her mouth.
Slowly at first and then with more speed Elita began bobbing her head up and down
the shaft taking only as much as would fit in her mouth nor did she suck or use
her tongue either and yet it felt so good Cheetor felt like begging for release, if
only his cries hadn’t stopped him from speaking he could have begged her to let
him cum, as it was he had to endure as her hand beat along the length of the rest
of the shaft even as she began to push the head of his cock down her throat.
Cheetor cries stopped in an instant and his body began shaking as she took him slowly
down her throat, it’s walls constricting against the invader as she forced it
steadily down their optics locked as her lips reached her hand now cornered at the base
of his rod. For a moment she stayed there not moving simply staring up at him
with those beautiful optics before she slowly drew her lips back up the long shaft
sucking as she went her tongue fluttering at the underside of his cock. Cheetor’s
mind reeled, he couldn’t speak nor could he cry out all he could do was shake as his
body experienced a kind of pleasure he didn’t think was possible. Even as her
tongue once again swirled around the tip in her mouth and she swallowed the load of
precum she had gathered he couldn’t make a sound. His hands reached for her
head in a desperate attempt for pleasure and release but he was so out of it that
his hands missed and fell back to his sides. Cheetor looked down at her optics
still staring right up at him his own begging her to let him cum even as she began
to bob her head all the way down to her hand and back up again at an ever
increasing rate her tongue working rapidly and her sucking growing more forceful. She
kept going, relentless in her torment until she had him finally making a sound as
he began practically sobbing with need for release.
To Cheetor it seemed like a millennium had passed before Elita finally released the
hand that staved off his orgasm. Drawing her head back up to the tip of his
twitching cock she began pumping both her hands furiously along the entire length of
his shaft, suckling like a starving babe as her tongue whipped around the
cockhead lodged in her mouth. It was one step too far for Cheetor and he felt a great
relief as his body shuddered, convulsed and finally exploded.
Pain was the first thing he felt, stabbing pain in his cock and balls as a release to long in
coming erupted through him, it lasted but an instant though and the first gusher
of cum that explode into Elita’s mouth was greeted with a scream of pleasure
from Cheetor as the release took him to heights he never dreamed of. But there
optics stayed glued even as Cheetor cried out and Elita desperately tried to
swallow each gusher of cum that erupted from his cock, her throat working in
overtime even as several rivers of cum flowed from the edges of her mouth and down
her chin before making the drop to her breastplate. They both kept staring into
each other’s eyes even as slowly but surely Cheetor’s orgasm began to die down
and Elita’s hands began kneading his already aching balls attempting to squeeze
out as much of his cum as she could get. Finally though it was over and Cheetor
sank into the sofa as his optics flickered off breathing heavily and feeling quite
exhausted while Elita happily licked his cock clean and began scooping up all the
cum and precum she had missed enjoying the last few tastes of his sweet
delicious load.
After awhile Cheetor felt Elita move up so that there heads were level, switching on his
optics just in time to see her lips move in for a long slow kiss their tongues
dancing around each others, Cheetor not really minding that he could taste his own
cum tried to pull her in closer but Elita broke off the kiss. Smiling softly at him
she kissed him gently on the forehead before leaving him they’re sitting quite
happily on the sofa enjoying for the first time in years feeling absolutely
wonderful.