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Overlord’s teacher was such a delicate little thing. All fragile plating and dainty tools, like a little toy, so easily crushed. Overlord enjoyed holding him, like a sparkling clutching a favored doll. It was fun to trace near-invisible seams, nip playfully at those lovely antennas.
His adorable little teacher. Trepan clearly enjoyed the attention. He lounged so prettily, sleek lines fitting perfectly against Overlord’s far larger frame. He would make such interesting sounds when Overlord touched him. Drawing a finger up the column of his spine always elicited a delicious purr that rumbled throughout the little frame. Thumbing those precious hands led to little questioning hums. Any touches to his antennas always led to an annoyed whine alongside a delightful little flick.
Overlord loved his teacher. He wanted to squeeze the other mech into his frame; dig into fragile plating with his fingers like sheet foil; open his chassis and swallow the little doctor whole; crush that brilliant mind between his teeth and work his tongue into every crack and seam and taste, taste, taste that sweet processor. He wanted to feel the pinprick shocks from a dying mind on his tongue.
He kept these loving urges at bay for now. Instead pulling the small frame even closer and nuzzled at delicate neck cables. He’ll consume Trepan one day, make the doctor belong to him entirely, body and soul. A most delicious reward.
For now though, he shall indulge in these gentle pleasures.