Her name was Euphoria, and she was Cybertron’s most exclusive private members’ club.
Nestled around the heart of Crystal City, her ancient arms reached deep. She cradled the urban core, and thrust her spires to the stars.
Radiant and glittering, she was a part of the skyline as fundamental as the gardens and the temples, as changeable as stellar winds.
She was beautiful, inside and out, and Vortex told her so. She laughed softly through the lips of her favourite drone, and tightened her tentacles around his wrists and thighs.
He bucked his hips, straining to reach the warmth of the drone’s slick valve, and she bent to kiss him.
“Eager today?” she teased.
“For you? Always.”
“I did wonder if you wouldn’t come,” she said, and Vortex could almost imagine that the drone was all she focused on. She bit her lip, and edged slowly down.
He grinned. “I don’t think that was ever in dout.”
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