Sentinel Prime X Reader Novels & Stories

“Smile for the team archive, baby. This is going in the private folder.” Rafe and Thaniel took my wrists, pinning them right above my head while they took turns slapping slapping my tits lightly, watching them jiggle and turn pink. Each sting sent sparks flying straight to my clit. The sensations overwhelmed me. Jax’s vibrator buzzed wickedly against my swollen nub while Victor’s fingers teased my entrance, dipping just the tip inside before pulling out. Dr. Smith took turns between sucking and biting my nipples. Rafe and Thaniel pinched and twisted the sensitive buds, mixing pain with pleasure.

What was the point of saving a world if the only person who made it worth living in was erased from it? *"Subject 01... Phase One complete."* The voice echoed in my head again. It wasn't the Moon Goddess. It wasn't Aris. It was a voice that sounded like a thousand voices speaking in unison—men, women, children, and machines all blended into one cold, harmonic tone. "Who are you?" I whispered, my forehead resting against the cold silver floor. "Where is he?" *"We are the Architects of the Prime. You have exceeded the parameters of the Aethelgard Iteration. You have achieved Sentient Overwrite."*

His love and care were slowly melting the walls around her heart away. Silvia wouldn't deny it. She was a little scared. Afraid to get her heart broken if she trusted Hunter again. He wouldn't break her because if he did. She'd kill him for sure. The door was knocked once before it opened to reveal Xander in a suit. His grayish-black hair combed back perfectly. The tux hugged his body perfectly. His forest eyes had a sweet smile in his gaze. "You look beautiful," He complimented, walking over to her as he held his hands out and she placed her small hands in his big ones.

"We received your... loud notification. The shattering of a Harvester Command Vessel is a feat usually reserved for the elder civilizations. We wished to see the 'primitive' world that managed it." "You've seen it," I said, stepping forward. I let the "Holy Fire" shimmer just beneath the surface of my skin, a silent warning that the primitive world had teeth. "I am Elena, the Argentum Prime. This is Killian, Alpha-Prime of the Silver Line. You used the word 'Acknowledge.' What exactly are you acknowledging?"

—the memory of the First World’s destruction—was being targeted by a massive Eraser-Behemoth. "You hated me," the Prime’s voice echoed in her head. "And you were right to. I gave you order when you needed chaos. I gave you a cage when you needed a world. But I also gave you... Resistance. Without me, you would never have become the Feral Six." The Prime-Packet ignited. It wasn't a puck; it was a Sphere of Pure Truth. Elara struck it. She didn't shoot for a goal. She shot the packet directly into the heart of the Architect-Prime.

, he completed, offering her her book, his glass blue eyes never leaving her face. Taking her book from him, Sreya pursed her lips before letting out a light, "Thank you". Touching a thumb to her cheek in a feather-like caress, he murmured a light,"You're welcome". His voice, a deep rumble that sent sweet vibrations down Sreya's spine. Silence reigned and his eyes searched her face, the blue orbs grazing her lips, her cheekbones, her nose and her eyes. Xaver's eyes unnerved Sreya. The pits of blue and the almost invisible green silhoutte stirring delivishly dark thoughts that fueled the uncomfortably sleek wetness between her thighs.

I did not want to intrude but at that particular moment, my curiosity was far greater than my respect for his privacy. Oh to hell with respect. I grabbed the piece of paper and my eyes scanned its expanse. Feeling so alone Feeling dead inside. Coming so undone Losing all my pride... "Elle...are you coming?" Leatisia interrupted me. I had been so enraptured in reading the first few lines. They were written in red ink and a beautiful cursive. Reluctantly, I let go of the paper and left Xander's office meeting Tisia outside waiting for me.

The names of the Readers were turning into a solid, glowing "Ink Black." One of the "Readers" from the ship—a man in a modern black hoodie—jumped from the prow and landed in the courtyard. He didn't have gold eyes, and he didn't have silver eyes. He had eyes of "Pure Ink." He looked at Kaelen, and a cold, mercury-smile touched his lips. "The 'First Sentence' is beautiful, Genesis," the man said, his voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "But did you forget the 'Disclaimer'? The 'Reader' doesn't just watch. Sometimes, the 'Reader' wants to be the 'Villain'."

I thought he had finished talking, but he continued, “I think that was the thing that slowly killed my father throughout the years. He loved my mother too much. They were mates. He couldn't avenge her. Maybe guilt killed him.” I was about to say something, but a cheerful voice interrupted me. “You're finally back! I missed you!” A gorgeous girl appeared out of nowhere. Her hair was as black as Xander’s and her skin was slightly tanned.“That's her? Hi, I'm Rowena! Xander’s sister.” She grinned and bent down, surprising me with a hug. “I'm Priya.” The name sounded foreign on my lips, but I was certain I was going to get used to it. I didn't know any other name to reject this one.

Selah’s eyes widened slightly, her pulse hammering in her throat at the sheer size of him, but the intense, worshipful look in his dark eyes washed away any hesitation. Xavier returned to the bed, settling himself between her thighs. His large hands slid under her hips, lifting her slightly to meet him. He touched her first, his long, thick fingers sliding through her slick, hot moisture, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center and stroking it gently. Selah gasped, her hips rolling against his hand as she slicked his fingers, her body completely primed and desperate for him. "Look at me," Xavier commanded softly, his voice a low, possessive rumble.