She looked at the prisoner bound to the far wall of his prison cell with his bare back turned to her. It must have been a painful position and she wondered, as her eyes followed the line of his sleek strong body, if he even knew she was there.

"I can hear you breathing. Have you come to gawk at me as everyone else?" His hoarse, but deep and rumbling voice asked her, and she startled. She had been completely silent as she entered the prison area, there shouldn't have been anything to indicate she was there. How had he sensed her?

"No, I am here in official business, unlike so many others." She answered him and unlocked the cell door to step inside. Walking up to him, she was tempted to touch that bare naked back, feeling for what should have been there, but wasn't. The reason for him to be here.

Giving in to the temptation, her fingers traced along his shoulder blades and down his spine.

Nothing.

No indication of the wings everyone on the planet they inhabited was born with.

She heard him gasp at her touch, but he didn't flinch away as she had expected him to.

"So, what kind of official business are we talking about?" He asked, turning his head slightly to try and gaze at her over his shoulder. His braid of brown hair hindered him and, before she was able to stop herself, she had brushed it away to allow him a look at her.

His startling blue eyes met hers and she marveled in them. Another abomination. Brown eyes were the only eye color their people had. Somehow, something had gone wrong, or this man before her didn't belong among her people or on the planet at all.

"Beautiful." He murmured, his eyes clearly studying her facial lines, and somehow, she was sure, that if he hadn't been restrained, he would have touched her, gently, and maybe more. The fire in his eyes told her that he liked what he saw in her and she fought to not look away from the scrutinizing gaze.

"No more beautiful than the rest of my people." She dismissed the comment casually, the wings on her back, however, betraying her. They lifted a bit, showing to him that she was flattered, at least if he knew how to read the wing language.

Some longing entered the blue eyes at the sight of her wings and she pondered what it must feel to be without wings. She shuddered at the thought of losing hers, it would drive her mad. But she guessed, if you never had had wings, then you wouldn't miss them.

But if that's so, then why did he have that longing look?

The man in front of her became more and more of a mystery.

Shaking her head, driving the distracting thoughts out of her mind, she returned her attention to the matter at hand.

"I'm here to pass judgment on you." She answered his question, moving a bit closer to meet his gaze without him needing to strain his neck.

"And what judgment have the gracious leaders decided?" He asked, curiously studying her with a tilt of his head.

"Your wingless state is a clear offense and can't go unpunished. The penalty is to be castrated to prevent you from spreading your bad genes. That is why I'm here, to carry out the procedure. Do you have any questions?" She explained, seriously, her eyes hardening. This part of the procedure was never easy and the condemned never willingly allowed the removal of their genitalia. She had learned, through many hardships that, giving the men one last chance at pleasure seemed to make them a lot more compliant when they were caught up in the aftershock of the pleasure.

"No." He replied calmly, taking her by surprise. None of the usual begging, none of the last attempts to get out of the restraints, nothing, only calm blue eyes looking at her.

"You do know that I'm about to remove your genitals?" She had to ask, because his reaction was so strange.

"Yes." Still in that calm voice.

Taken aback, feeling on foreign ground, she stared at him.

"Don't look at me like that, little femme, I knew this would happen, so just do what you came to do and get out of here. This is not a place for someone like you." He added when she remained silent, taking her even more by surprise.

It should have made her suspicious, but she was so surprised by this uncommon reaction from him, that her well-honed instincts failed to register to her. Turning to the guards waiting for her orders, they entered the cell and released the prisoner. They moved him to the center of the little cell and forced him to the ground, restraining him in the manacles and the collar in the floor, spreading his legs wide open and preventing him from moving at all.

Still, the prisoner remained calm, willingly following their guidance as they positioned him. His eyes never left hers and her usually unwavering resolve had begun to crack.

"Do you want me to give pleasure before beginning, or should I just begin?" She asked as she knelt down beside him, shaken. Usually she wouldn't ask, but just do it as to not warm him about what would soon be happening.

"Pleasure." He rumbled and a fire began to burn in his eyes, lust filling them. She watched as the fire in his eyes affected his penis, and it stiffened, soon standing fully erect. "I want your mouth around me." He added, before she could ask how he wanted it.

She nodded in accept of his wish and bent to lick at the tip, caressing his penis softly with her tongue. A hiss sounded from him and, emboldened, she took the tip into her mouth.

"Yes!" He groaned viciously, and she felt how his body tensed, imagining how he mindlessly would drive his penis further into her mouth, if he had been capable. It lit a fire inside her and she lost herself to the task of pleasuring him. His last time should be good and intense, something that would make him feel that the loss hadn't been complete.

She continued sucking him for nearly half an hour before his sounds began to change, turning more feral and urgent. His body now nearly convulsed in the merciless restraints and he tried in futility to go deeper and deeper into her to seek more pleasure before he found release.

"Primus!" He cursed vividly just before he came, roaring his release as his seed spilled down her throat. She fought to swallow, the salt taste of his fluids different from the usual taste and when she cleaned away a few drops from around her mouth, she stared at the silvery shine.

"What is this?" She asked with wide eyes, studying the foreign fluid on her fingertips.

"Don't worry about it. I will tell you when I arrive." He answered her cryptically, and then he disappeared, disintegrating into nothing right in front of her eyes.