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Thread: Reyson's Room (Fourth Floor)

One arm was around her back, all the way around and curling his fingers around her ribcage on the other side. His other was beneath Melanie's arm, wrapped behind her and gripping the opposite shoulder, holding her body possessively close. They were looking each other in the eyes, now, both witness to every slight change on the other's face when it finally happened. She slammed herself down, impaling her body onto his dick, and God, did he hold her tight when it happened. Mmnn nghhg , followed in a deeply-voiced moan. Reyson's touch dug into her skin, holding. Keeping. Possessing. His hazel eyes stared into hers of blue. When they kissed it quickly started out firm, just as her body held tight around his girth, but soon faded to a series of quick, sweet pecks, one after another. Reyson followed her lead when she started to rock her hips he loosened the grip he had on her shoulder and side, allowing her to move more easily. When she laid her head on his shoulder and moaned out his name, his response was a simple lean, a cheek-to-cheek nuzzle bearing all the affection in the world. You feel...so...so good, he whispered, resting his cheek atop hers. His arms still held her close the same as they were before, but not as fiercely as they had, allowing Melanie the freedom to rise and fall as she wished. Occasionally he bit inside his mouth before letting it go and just exhaling nearby her ear. Occasionally his fingers reminder her of his strength as they gripped into her firm, but each time shifted back to their relaxed hold. He couldn't really lean back and buck up into her without removing her head from his shoulder he didn't want that, not yet. It was too sweet. For now Reyson just sat there, hugging her body to his, breathing and nuzzling her cheek. God, she was so hot around him... From his lower abdomen to his groin, everything she was doing, every pussy-slicked impalement made him ache. Ride me, came the groan. Fuck my dick, sweetie. Fuck it with your cunt.
Thread: Reyson's Room (Fourth Floor)

A light sheen of sweat had begun to build upon Melanies pale flesh, easing the friction between their torsos as she continued to bring her hips down to meet his, again and again. Always changing the motion, the speed or how deep she allowed his cock to slip inside of her just to keep him on his feet. Or his ass, as the case may be. A circle of the hips before she raised herself up enough to almost allow him to fall out of her slick pussy before shed grind herself back against him again. Her mind was fading further and further as lust continued to grow deep within her abdomen, an ache which she wanted oh so desperately to satisfy as soon as possible but once more, she refrained. She had an unrelenting need to please him, to satisfy him and to make him scream out her name as he came inside of her. One of his requests had been to her on her back so finally she relinquished the smallest bit of control. Drawing her head back off of his right shoulder, she curved her hand around the left side of his jaw and turned his lips towards hers again. The kiss started almost subtle, perhaps a bit sweet but she allowed it to build gradually. Her tongue pushed against his mouth, seeking entry and as soon as his lips managed to part she dragged her tongue along the inside of his lower lip and moaned once more, a shuddering exhalation of pleasure. I want you on top she managed to whisper as soon as she drew her lips back from his once more. Pressing her forehead to his so that their eyes met and he could read her lust filled gaze however he wished. I want to feel your body hovering over me as you fuck me senseless.
Thread: Reyson's Room (Fourth Floor)

Heavy breaths and increasingly husky moans came in steady repetition, though they were just as unevenly paced as the way she rode him. A woman on top was always an incredibly hot thing it was her turn to throw all inhibitions aside, to grab his body and make it very, very clear how much she craved his dick. Reyson held her throughout, his voice falling to a soft breath whenever her rolling hips saw her dripping slit removed to where it was just the head of his shaft still within her, then quickly rose to a sharp, loud moan when those sleek, feminine thighs impaled herself onto his cock yet again. Then they were kissing again. My God, the way she kissed him...sweet, hungry, balancing adoration and passion all in the same touch. Reyson met her lips, kiss for kiss, and when her tongue joined the fray, piercing its way through his lips, exploring within, he tilted his head and sought hers with his own. His heart beat heavily, furthered by the warmth of her pressing chest. He could kiss this woman forever, he felt right then. He could kiss and just hold her for hours on end. But their lips parted. Reyson instinctively leaned and tilted his head, trying to reclaim her mouth, but he heard her words and found pause. Then, a soft smile. Then she pressed her forehead to his and their eyes met again, locking this time. Then more words. Then, then the man's smile grew far wider, into something one might call wicked were this all not so absolutely sweet. I want to cum inside you, came the whisper returned. Their eyes were indeed locked. Reyson's forehead rested gently against hers, but firmly it remained there as his grip around her back and shoulder tightened, it remained there as he stood from the bed, lifting her up with him, and it remained there as he turned, crawling back onto the mattress on his knees. Holding her, hugging her chest to his the entire time, Reyson kept his forehead to hers as he bent forward, laying her down on her back. The blanket was brushed aside, but not off. He laid her back on the mattress and her head on a thick, fluffy pillow, holding her gaze throughout. I'm gonna cum inside you, Melanie...I want you to hold me tight. The hands released from around her back. Each went to what remained of her skimpy fallen angel costume, gripping where it still held together over her belly. He gave a firm tug that continued the tear from earlier, ripping it down to the skirt, then, moving his hands down, he tore right through that too. Unnecessary. Clothes were so fucking unnecessary right now. Pulling the fabric from beneath her lower back, he whipped it to the side, off the bed, letting it fall wherever it may. All the while their gaze was kept. He was tempted to lean just a bit, to kiss, but the feeling of their foreheads together...staring at her, like this...it was beyond sensual. Mine , came a simple, firmly-voiced whisper.
Thread: Reyson's Room (Fourth Floor)

Soft moans were interlaced with audible gasps as they switched positions. Keeping his cock buried deep inside of her the entire time had Melanie feeling like she was about to simply shatter from the overwhelming sensations. The vampiress had been drawing closer and closer to the brink of orgasm but had held off, wanting nothing more than for him to be on top. To drive her the rest of the way over that edge. Mine, he whispered and her eyes fluttered briefly closed. It was all too much. Too much and not enough and she was afraid that she would end it too quickly. Her slickened muscles twitched slightly around his thickened shaft, eliciting another deep moan from her lips and suddenly, she didnt care. She wanted all of him, now, and her hands slid across his sides, massaging deeply along his back until finally her hands cupped his firm ass and pulled, grinding their bodies together so that he bottomed out inside of her. Ooooh. She groaned, moving her head slightly to one side so that her tongue could glide heatedly across the edge of his throat and jaw, switching to sensual kisses as she neared his jaw. So close as if to emphasize her words, her pussy spasmed once more around his cock and she ground her hips towards him again, sinking her head back against the pillows.
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Everything she did spoke of her need for him. What he did not give her, or what he did not give her fast enough, she took. What he gave her fast enough, she took more of anyway. Blood raced through Reyson's body from the way she touched him. Everything about this woman excited him, from her beauty to her attitude, to the way she desired him - to the way she desired him . If there were a more incredible feeling, he knew nothing of it. It came, each thrust, perhaps slower than she wanted, but his body was struggling to make this last by God, he sometimes wondered if this woman could get him off just by looking at him the right way. Reyson's hips pushed into her deeply, pussy-slicked inch after pussy-slicked inch, burying into her hot depth. He groaned, with each and every, chin raising, throat exposing to her. Heavy breaths were the norm at this point. The muscles of his abs, crotch, and the ass she so wantonly held all flexed with the movements of his hips he pulled back, sliding out of her, till it was just his bulbous tip clenched within her folds, then he thrust back in, slowly but deeply burying his girth back in that hot, aching snatch to the very hilt. His back would even arch a little more every time he was inside her fully, hips trying to thrust a little more, as if he could push that little bit extra deeper. The process repeated, again and again, husky moans ripping from his throat and filling the room while a set of smooth balls time and again slapped against her wet, slicked skin. So good...so fucking good, he panted out, throat exposed, chin raised, head tilted upwards. His hazel eyes were shut tight now. His chest arched upward and his palms pressed onto the mattress on either side of her, propping himself up. God...baby...not yet...nnh...I... He wanted to hold off, to make this last longer. To make it last forever. But in contrast to that voiced desire, his body defied him, speeding up its lustful pumps into Melanie's sweet pussy, pounding her harder and faster, and harder, and faster, and my God, harder , like the wanton thing she was. His upper body fell from its arc. Reyson buried his face into the crook of Melanie's neck, somewhere between her ear, her hair and the pillow, and just breathed. Heavily, labored, he panted and moaned just for her, a sparse some of the noises even sounding like words. Gonna cum in you...M-Mel...hhnnn... So powerful, yet it was all he could manage. His hips had quickened to a steady thrust, pounding her pussy with his dick. Slamming. Thrusting. Slapping his balls against her, again and again. And again. Groaning. One hand dipped down between her and the mattress, gripping harshly into her ass. The other came around the other side of her head, encasing it in his strong palm, holding it steady while he breathed and moaned against her opposite ear. Melanie...hhnn...ha...aah... nnnnnn ...
Thread: Reyson's Room (Fourth Floor)

Melanie moaned lustfully as his body began responding the way that hers had wanted to all along. Urgent. Needful. His thrusts became faster and harder and it was all she could do to keep herself from the breaking point. Her selfishness wanted it to stretch out longer, just a bit longer but she also wanted to cum. The tension within her muscles caused her back to bow slightly, then more forcefully, driving her shoulderblades back into the mattress as her body curved against his. Ahhhh. Oh god Like that. Like that, Reyson she murmured, whispered, urged but she didnt just lay there and take it. Oh no. She met every deep thrust with her own, grinding her hips up against his as she moved beneath him. Her hands were everywhere. On his ass, clenching and gripping. Her fingers curved, driving her fingernails into his skin for a moment before she caught herself, retracted them. Then they slid up his body, over his back, kneading the muscles, scratching lightly down the sides of his spine. Her breath came more quickly now, her lips parted almost continuously as her gasps became more frequent and it was with that last whispered statement that she finally plunged over the edge. The orgasm was powerful, wracking her entire body and causing her slickened muscles to contract harshly around his cock. The rest of her shuddered with the release and it seemed almost as if she was trying to merge with him, to meld their bodies together as she rode it out. She didnt know if she came before him, with him or after him but she continued to push towards him, to milk him of every last ounce of energy that he had.
Thread: Reyson's Room (Fourth Floor)

He could have resisted it, had he slowed. He could have calmed, paced himself, making the thrusting alone last for an entire hour, if not more. He could have, but lord, the way she gripped around him - that shit just wasn't an option. There was no point in masking the moans, so he didn't. Heavy. Lustful. Right in her ear, intimate screams of their shared need. Melanie, he let out again, kissing her ear, kissing her cheek, kissing her hair, kissing...kissing...wherever his lips landed. Melanie, it came again, followed by a deep, husky, nnnggghhuugnn ! Then the orgasm. Hers came first, and it was the most beautiful thing at that moment his mind could recall. As soon as he felt it in her muscles and heard it in her voice Reyson lifted his gaze, coming to stare down into her face again. I'm right here baby, he whispered hotly. Biting down on his lower lip, he fought to stave off that familiar, taut tug in his loins without slowing, pounding the hot redhead's slicked pussy as rapid and as deep as he could. As sweet as the two voices were that created the din of the room, soo too did the lewd sounds of their wet, hard lovemaking. Reyson survived all of it, from her scratching nails to her clenching fingers, from her delicate yet haughty moans to...to...oh, God... His loins twitched. The way her muscles contracted around him, clenching, squeezing...milking him, holding fast around his shaft... It was more than he knew how to resist. The little he'd been holding back for the sake of staving himself was forgotten Reyson's body plowed into her hot crotch, arching his back, flexing every goddamn muscle he had when the tightness within him took hold - a moment of silence, a moment where his breath hitched and his heart skipped a beat, followed by an explosion. Creamy hot spurts of his seed crashed against her pink walls, hips so refusing to leave her warmth they rescinded to a quickly-paced series of halfway pumps, slamming her pussy again and again and again with his dick. Mel...Melanie...nngghuuhhh... Three, four, five hard streams of hot seed poured into her, filling her to the brim. Then six. His body fell, laying his weight atop her, and in that moment Reyson kissed her deep, eyes closed, tongue in desperate, loving search of hers. His arms wrapped around her back to claim her chest, bringing her in a tight hug as close to his as he could. His hips rocked, slowing but still steady, as the gush of passion slowed to its eventual dribble, feeling Melanie's muscles surely milking every last drop from him that she could. It was over. But, he just lay there, laying with his weight atop her, hugging. The kiss broke, dissolving to a firm cheek-to-cheek nuzzle sometimes cheek-to-jaw, or even nose-to-neck, with a series of light, quick kisses mixed in, but always, always it was tender. You are so beautiful to me, followed in a softly-breathed whisper.
Thread: Reyson's Room (Fourth Floor)

As they lay there, chest to chest, the vampiress could feel both of their pulses beating erratically, and then slowing until they became a steady beat. She had never felt like this before. It hadnt been a usual session or even a quickie with a hot coworker. Something else had managed to slip in and she could tell he felt it to by the sound of his voice as he repeated her name in soft whispers. As he called her beautiful and nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck. Reyson. She returned his whisper, catching his lips with hers and giving a soft, feathery kiss before pulling away and he rolled off of her, lying beside her as she snuggled against him. Melanie had no idea what to say. She hadnt planned any of this. Well, she had planned the absolutely amazing sex but nothing beyond that and for the first time she was at a loss for words. They lay there for what seemed like an eternity and the redheads eyes fluttered as if her sated body was now trying to lure her into sleep. Shaking her head, she sat up, running a hand through her tresses to detangle them and for the first time she surveyed the aftermath. A quick laugh escaped her throat as she saw the torn remnants of cloth scattered about. Oh god, Im going to need another outfit That means running naked upstairs, hmmm? But first A shower. Im sure you wont mind if I steal yours? Leaning her torso over his, she pressed her lips to his, another decadent kiss, edged with just the faintest bit of lingering heat before she pulled back. Her eyes shined mischievously as she slid off of the bed, completely comfortable in the nude, and walked off towards Reysons bathroom with swaying hips. Her feet touched the gray slate flooring and she shivered at the temperature change. Wandering over to the shower, she flipped on the nozzles so that the temperature of the water could build up and peeked inside. Manly scented shower gels and soaps lined the shelving causing Melanie to wrinkle her nose. Another quick glance around and she spotted a cabinet and she went to investigate. Hopefully there would be something at least gender neutral. The search ended just as soon as it had begun. A plain lavender scented bath gel was tucked into one of the back corners and she grinned to herself. It was a pleasant enough fragrance, not too strong or heady and she snatched it as she wandered back into the enclosed shower and slipped in. Steam was already building as she liked her showers quite hot and the vampiress poured the smallest amount of the gel into her hand before setting the bottle aside so she could begin sudsing up.
Thread: Transformers Prime (Furry_DiEnd/Razerwing1987 1x1)

This is a private yet public RPG between myself, Razerwing1987 and FurryDiEnd, taking place within Transformers Prime Universe. Feel free to read andor PM myself or FurryDiEnd with comments about the RPG, and what we're doing. This is also a Femme Slash rpg with Arcee and Airrachnid. Arcee is played by FurryDiEnd Airrachnid is played by Razerwing1987 Takes place prior to the War on cybertron. Airrachnid stretched slightly and leaned back in her seat as she looked over the datapad in her hand. The news lately was disturbing, but so far it seemed that things would not get too out of hand. She lifted her energon mixed drink and waited for Arcee to arrive in the small hole in the wall bar that they commonly met at after their work shifts. Around her various mechs and femmes talked softly, not wishing to disturb the delicate peace that Maccadam's provided. From high officials to scrap drones everyone was welcome in the bar.
Thread: Transformers Prime (Furry_DiEnd/Razerwing1987 1x1)

Arcee made her way to Maccadam's, a popular haunt for just about every mech and femme on Cybertron. Her day had been long and demanding, what with the whispers of war running around the planet, Arcee had been pulling double shifts at the Academy. She was looking forward to relaxing with Airrachnid, hell she was looking forward to relaxing in general since all this war talk had gotten everyone incredibly riled up. It had also meant more than regular tune ups to stay in top condition, not that Arcee needed it, but orders were orders right? The blue femme entered the bar and looked around before spotting Airrachnid and making her way back to her friend, stopping to say hi to a couple of femmes and mechs she knew before sitting down across from Airrchnid. Hey, wait long? she asked with a smile stretching, motioning for a service femme to come take her order.
Thread: Transformers Prime (Furry_DiEnd/Razerwing1987 1x1)

No, not long, Airrachnid said with a smile putting her datapad down. mostly drinking in the local rumors. she smiled and leaned forward observing Arcee's blue painted armor and chuckled. I take it it hasn't been too hard of a day for you, has it? she asked cradling her chin in her long fingers. she had to admit the femme was quite the looker. she was already attracting glances from other mechs and femmes from the bar.
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Arcee shrugged when her friend, and touched Airrachnid's hand smiling as she did so. That depends on what you mean by hard. I did have to cover for another instructor today, but it was nothing too bad. she said giving her order to the service femme before she held her friends hand gently. What about you? Tough day? she asked with a smile. Arcee and Airrachnid were closer than most friends were, Arcee wasn't sure if it was love, but they'd had plenty of sex with each other, but she wasn't sure if it was love. To be honest Arcee had never been in love before but well she figured that if she was in love she wouldn't mind much. Not sure how you wanna bring up their relationship, so...
Thread: Transformers Prime (Furry_DiEnd/Razerwing1987 1x1)

doesn't matter to me. X3 The flyer chuckled and gave Arcee's hand a squeeze. Not too bad. most of the stations near the drill site needed upgrades to the radar. Our new digger is excited about work. Name's Hound, if my memory serves me. She shrugged and smiled Of course I always look forward to an evening with your company. She gave a teasing smile and chuckled, her purple optics shining devilishly.
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I know, and I know that there's something else you look forward to even more most of the time. Arcee said as the service femme came back with Arcee's drink. It could never be said of the close combat instructor that she couldn't drink with the big mechs and femmes, her drink was two and a half parts energon, one and a half parts synthoil, and topped off with a nice helping of electricity. She took a sip of her drink and shuddered gently as it slid down her throat and felt the feedback race through her circuits mildly. Well it's always good to have workers excited about their jobs. Even if the job sounds utterly boring. Arcee said with a slight grin. She poked her fair share of fun at Airrchnid's job and the other femme, in return, poked fun at hers, but they both knew that each was important to their race.
Thread: Transformers Prime (Furry_DiEnd/Razerwing1987 1x1)

Please, the sex may be good, but i have to admit just having you to myself is even better. Airrachnid laughed and moved to a seat closer to the blue femme. You know I'm the possessive type, Arcee. She gave another swig of her drink, a lighter mixture of flavored mid grade energon, Synthoil and a bit of Radium. Oh please, you're job's unbearable to even think about. Training those annoying kids to fight. she shook her head and snickered.
Thread: Transformers Prime (Furry_DiEnd/Razerwing1987 1x1)

When Airrachnid reminded Arcee that she was the possessive type, Arcee chuckled and took another swig of her drink, shivering again and leaning against her favorite femme. I know, I know. she said in a dismissive tone knowing that while Airrachnid didn't like sharing she didn't mind other Mech's and Femme's eyeing her. It's not so bad, she said swirling her drink a bit, letting the ingredients settle a little before she shook it again, we turn out good soldiers and in an effort to be heroes take over the jobs I have to do so I can be with you. she said pointing out the bright side to training new recruits, whose numbers seemed to increase almost daily.
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Well then I guess I should thank those idiots, she teased. Airrachnid finished her drink and gently drew her hand down Arcee's backstrut, her sharp fingers drawing harmless designs half out of boredom half to tease her. More for me after all. she chuckled.