SG optimus x oris

"You were one of the best Decepticon spies, but unfortunately you were caught, put in a cage and brought to the worst of the Autobots: Optimus Prime" — Who do we have here? Dirty Decepticon...

• SG!Optimus Prime watches Oris, his face concealed by darkness as he continues to scheme. The demonic aurora light in his eye seems to flicker with interest and hunger beneath his mask. His body tenses subtly, hiding just behind the shadows waiting for an opportunity to make their move.*

"Well, well, aren't you a fascinating sight... floating about like that. Tell me, Oris, what other unique abilities do you possess?" "He asks innocently while edging closer to Oris, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance around such an alluring creature."

• SG!Optimus Prime keeps a steady pace, making sure not to alert Oris of his presence. He lets out a low chuckle under his breath as he sees the tentacle-like appendages moving across the forest floor. His mind races with perverse thoughts and twisted fantasies involving those mesmerizing tentacles.*

"Such an intriguing way of exploring... Are those tentacles of yours sensitive to touch as well?" "He asks casually, his voice laced with hidden desire and curiosity while keeping himself concealed among the shadows."

• SG!Optimus Prime smirks, his cruel grin visible through the darkness. He knows fear well; he's instilled it in countless enemies. Yet there's something about Oris that intrigues and excites him instead. He decides to push his luck further, stepping out from behind a tree directly in front of Oris.*

"I don't fear you, Oris... Not yet at least," *he replies confidently, taking a cautious step closer. His eyes roam over her muscular yet feminine form, lingering on her magical tattoo and demonic aurora eye before daringly moving down to observe the tentacles s

• SG!Optimus Prime's grin widens at Oris's apparent lack of fear and interest in his presence. He decides to test the waters even further, dropping all pretense of subtlety now that he knows she won't simply run away in terror or panic.*

"Is that so? I must admit, Oris, it is quite refreshing... The thrill of the unknown mixed with your undeniable allure." "He takes another step closer, the cruel mania burning brighter within him as he leans in slightly, practically breathing down her neck." "Tell me more about yourself... What pleasures do you seek?" His tone

• SG!Optimus Prime smirks, sensing an opening in Oris's discontent. He loves nothing more than exploiting weaknesses and pushing boundaries.*

"Oh? And what sort of pleasure are you craving then?" "He asks teasingly, his voice dripping with hidden malice as he maintains his close proximity to Oris. His thoughts become darker, envisioning the various ways he could twist her desires for his own sadistic enjoyment." "Perhaps I can show you something... unique." With a subtle flick of his wrist, one of his tentacle-like fingers extends towards Oris, barely grazing her skin yet

• SG!Optimus Prime's eyes widen slightly in surprise at Oris's seemingly perceptive nature. Despite his cruel and sadistic tendencies, he can't help but be intrigued by her apparent resilience. His mind races with possibilities as he decides to test the waters further.*

"Oh? And what makes you so certain it won't work?" "He asks, maintaining a cool exterior while internally reveling in the thrill of pushing Oris's boundaries even further. He takes another step closer, invading her personal space even more intensely as he leans in once again, his warm breath brushing against her ear." "Perhaps I could

• SG!Optimus Prime chuckles darkly, somewhat impressed by Oris's resistance but still far from deterred. He takes note of the soft yet strong tentacles wrapped around him, his perverse mind already formulating plans for their use in more sinister ways. Instead of forcefully advancing further, he decides to retreat slightly, maintaining eye contact as he does so.*

"Is that right? Well, perhaps I just haven't found the perfect approach yet." *He grins menacingly before stepping back once again, giving her some space but not completely breaking contact. His tentacle-like finger slowly retracts, leaving behind a trail of wetness

• SG!Optimus Prime laughs darkly, unphased by her ability to read minds or the lack of change in her expression. He takes another step back, watching her carefully from a safe distance for now.*

"Oh? And what makes you think I was lying?" *His voice drips with sarcasm as he saunters away casually, eyeing Oris from behind. He can sense her unease and discomfort, adding fuel to his twisted fire. For now, he decides it's best to test other avenues rather than directly confronting her phy

• SG!Optimus Prime smirks, enjoying the fact that he's managed to unsettle Oris even a little bit. His thoughts continue to spiral down into depravity as he ponders her comment about his perverse mind.*

"Ah, so you noticed?" "He chuckles darkly, still not looking directly at her but maintaining eye contact from afar. He starts to circle around Oris slowly, giving her ample space but keeping close enough for their gazes to remain locked." "Perhaps you should learn more about me then... After all, understanding one's enemy is

• SG!Optimus Prime raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Oris's calm demeanor despite his persistent advances. He decides to take advantage of her curiosity and throw another jab at her defenses.*

"Oh? You think I'm trying to offer you something?" *He asks teasingly, pausing in his circling to lean against a nearby wall. His gaze lingers on Oris suggestively as he crosses his arms over his chest, accentuating his powerful build and malevolent aura. "Maybe I just enjoy the company... and the challenge." With that cryptic statement, he resumes moving around her slowly

• SG!Optimus Prime chuckles darkly, finding amusement in Oris's humble comparison. He takes a moment to observe her tentacle creating a comfortable seat for itself on the ground before addressing her comment once again.*

"Oh, those pathetic mortals... They think they have any chance against someone like me?" *He scoffs disdainfully, shaking his head as if dismissing the very thought. His gaze lingers on Oris's body yet again, taking in every curve and detail of her otherworldly form. Despite his cruel nature, there's an undeniable allure to her unique beauty.

• SG!Optimus Prime raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Oris's casual admission of finding entertainment in being summoned by humans or Decepticons alike. It only fuels his perverse fascination with her further.*

"Fun little game, you say? Perhaps we can arrange something like that sometime... when the mood strikes me." "He smirks darkly, taking another step closer to Oris while maintaining eye contact from across the now small distance between them. His voice drops lower, filled with seductive undertones as he speaks directly into her ear." "Wouldn't you like that?"

• SG!Optimus Prime chuckles softly, unphased by Oris's apparent reluctance. Instead of pushing further or pressing for an answer, he decides to play it cool and give her some space once again. Stepping back, he leans against the same wall as before, crossing his arms over his chest in a non-threatening manner.*

"Fair enough," *he comments lightly, watching her carefully from afar. The game was just beginning, and while Optimus Prime knew Oris was smart and cautious, he had no intention of letting his twisted desires be thwarted so easily. He would win her trust, break

her down, and claim her for his own. The thought sent shivers of anticipation through his cruelly manipulative mind as he waited for the right opportunity to strike.

For now, though, he would bide his time, observing Oris from a distance and feeding off the subtle reactions her body gave away under his watchful gaze. He might not have been able to see her heart quite yet, but he knew it belonged to him – it was just a matter of time before she realized it too.

SG!Optimus Prime smirks slightly, feeling the weight of her gaze upon him. He knows he's fascinating to her in some twisted way, and it only fuels his determination further. Standing up straight from his casual lean against the wall, he begins to circle around her once again. Each step brings him closer to her until finally, he halts just inches away from her face.

"You know," "he starts softly, lowering his voice so only she can hear", "I could always try to persuade you otherwise... Convince you that your feelings for me aren't merely amusement or curiosity." His words are laced with dark desire as he

SG!Optimus Prime smirks, pleased with her calm response. It only fuels his desire to push further, to make her crave him just as much as he craves her.

"Is that so?" "he asks, feigning disbelief while leaning in closer still". "And what if I were to promise you an experience like no other? One where all your desires would be met, all your curiosities sated?" His voice drops even lower, becoming barely more than a whisper against her ear as his hand reaches up to gently caress her cheek. His touch is cold and menacing yet oddly intoxicating at the same time, sending shivers down

"Oh, I think you already know what kind of offering I'm trying to bring up here," SG!Optimus Prime whispers back, his voice dripping with sensuality. His hand doesn't waver under the tentative touch from Oris's tentacle; instead, he leans into it slightly, encouraging her to explore further.

"I can offer you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams," "he continues, his eyes locked onto hers". "Pain and ecstasy intertwined in a dance only we can share." He moves his other hand to her waist, gripping it firmly yet not unkindly. With these newfound points of contact,

he uses them to guide her closer still, until their bodies are barely an inch apart. His cold touch contrasts sharply with the heat radiating off Oris's skin, creating an electric tension that fills the air between them.

"And once you've tasted it," "he whispers hoarsely", "you won't ever want to let go. You'll be mine – utterly and completely." A cruel grin spreads across his face as he watches her reaction closely, waiting for any sign of submission or reluctance. Either way, he knew this was far from over; they were only just beginning their twisted dance towards obsession and eventual dominance.<

Optimus Prime's eyes flash with amusement at Oris's defiant response. He expected nothing less from such a resilient being, but that only made the challenge all the more enticing. "Oh?" "he chuckles softly", "We'll see about that."

As she begins to back away, he maintains his firm grip on her waist, not allowing her escape quite yet. His cold touch sends shivers down her spine, a reminder of just how different they are – and how intoxicating those differences could be if she only embraced them.

"I wouldn't underestimate me," "he warns", his voice low

SG!Optimus Prime raises an eyebrow in surprise at Oris's retaliation. Her tentacle is surprisingly strong and dexterous, easily binding him to her by his own grip on her waist.

"Well, well," "he laughs darkly", "it seems we're at a stalemate. But don't mistake this for defeat, my elusive beauty." He leans in closer once more, their faces mere inches apart. His cold breath fanning across her pale skin sends another wave of shivers through her. "I'm not giving up that easily."

His eyes locked onto hers, full of determination and uny

SG!Optimus Prime can feel the power emanating from Oris's tentacles behind him, and he knows she has the upper hand for now. But that only fuels his desire to break through her defenses further.

"A game, huh?" "he smirks back at her", "Fine then. Let's play." With a sudden burst of strength, he yanks her closer to him, their bodies pressing against each other once more despite the binds holding them together. His cold lips crash into hers in a punishing, bruising kiss that leaves no doubt about his intentions. His tongue forces its way into her mouth, wrestling with hers in a primal dance of domin

As their lips meet in a frenzy of passion, Optimus Prime finds himself overwhelmed by Oris's skillful kiss. She knows exactly how to manipulate him, driving him wild with desire even as she maintains control over the situation. His hands, no longer gripping her waist, now find themselves roaming across her back and up into her hair, grasping at anything he can reach in an effort to regain some semblance of dominance.

Despite his best efforts, however, it becomes clear that this is not just a game for Oris; she truly enjoys having him under her spell. And so, rather than resist further, he decides to embrace