Rated M for sticky

"My Queen, please stop!" the small demon pleaded as her mistress fawned over the mortal mech they'd been following for the past several weeks. The mech wasn't even that special, thought the demon, but her Queen seemed to think otherwise.

Besides the insatiable lust the other seemed to project with his many conquests over the student body, the mech was average, well a little more than average as he was also at the top of his class. How the mech had any time to study was beyond the demon, but her Queen seemed to love it.

All of that was beside the point! Her Queen could not be having affairs right now. "Please! You know the general will not be happy if you have that mech!" Not that the general could do much about it, bartering with the Queen of the Succubi and all. It's a bit hard to order the monarch to abstain until their next meeting, which at the time was a month away. Now though, it was only a few days away and the Queen was close to cracking!

How her Queen even came across the mech, the demon did not know, but now cursed that the mech had ever caught her Queen's optic. She just wanted her Queen to finish the deal with the demon general so they could move on, and then her Queen could have the mortal.

"I don't think I can hold myself back," the Queen breathed as he brought one clawed servo to his mouth and the other to his exposed equipment.

"We're only a few days away! Just a little more time and you can have the mech all to yourself!" the smaller succubus tried to reason as she draped herself against her Queen's side, one of her claws moving to the servo between her Queen's legs. Gently, but firmly she removed his servo and licked it clean with care only royalty would receive. Her fellow succubi were not with them at the moment, which the small succubus was now regretting.

With a weary sigh her Queen finally stood. "Fine… later then."

She breathed a sigh of relief, as he stood ready to leave. She was not far behind as she watched the few streams of lubricant run down her Queen's inner thigh. Standing with intent, she licked the drops away and kissed him on the stomach. "Thank you, my Queen."

He smiled down at her with such care that it made her knees shake and almost had her faceplanting the ground. Thankfully she was close though; her Queen easily caught and picked her up.

"Do you need a pick-me-up, my dear?" he asked teasingly before planting a kiss on her lips, a rush of energy quickly following it.

She breathed a thank you as he pulled back. "Later then."

Prowl grunted as he pistoned his hips into the bot beneath him, his latest conquest, a small Polyhexian mech he'd met that evening. He didn't think much on how easily the other had accepted his offer as he was quite captivated with the other's white optics that he'd glimpsed when the mech flashed his blue visor at him. The optics quickly had his attention, even after he could no longer see them.

Jazz had made it no secret after making it to Prowl's off-campus apartment that he knew what Prowl did and that he found it very exciting. Prowl hadn't known how to react to that at first but with the other's added interest, it was easy enough to answer.

The lithe mech was rather flexible, which made everything much more interesting. Prowl had hooked one of the Jazz's legs over his shoulder and was able to thrust deeper and at a new angle. The sounds the other made were worth it, and like from a siren's call he felt himself fall forward and caught himself with his servos as he reached his overload sooner than expected.

With a glance to Jazz's face, he met white optics as he suddenly felt winded, like his energy had been sucked right out of him.

His vision blurred for a klik and when he was finally able to refocus his optics, a blue mech lay under him. Demon came to mind as he stared at the bare mech he remained sheathed inside. Several tentacles came from the mech's helm and was that a tail coiling around his leg? A second pair of arms he hadn't noticed came up to cup his face and pulled him down to the other as it purred to him, "Better than I imagined~"

When his lips met the others, everything went black for Prowl.

Prowl woke up with a start the next morning and looked around uneasily as he tried to rid himself of the odd recharge flux. An arm wrapped around his waist and had him completely stilling as he followed it to the frame it belonged to. He was glad to see the familiar paint of the Polyhexian from the night before.

Jazz cuddled close as he hazily unshuttered his optics to look up at Prowl, "You okay?"

The Praxian relaxed after a few kliks and with a sigh of relief lay back down. It was nothing; it was just an odd recharge flux, nothing else. "Everything's fine."

Jazz grinned, "You were great last night~"

Prowl's optics brightened as he recognized that purr, but he could do nothing more as he felt himself crash.

Demon AU, where Jazz is a succubus