Thundercracker groaned satisfied when he returned to his frame. Being immersed in the hologram for so long had been challenging, but he had managed to complete his goal. Transforming for the first time in many weeks, he reveled in the feeling of his wings and the sensation of the sky as he took flight.
Wings meant everything to the organics on this planet, and anyone without was seen as an abomination to be punished. That had been the hardest part of his mission, because flight was just as ingrained a part of him as it were to the organics, but he had needed to get closer to them, to her.
He had seen her the first time he arrived on the planet as she soared in the sky, her pale green skin glinting in the sun the planet rotated around, and he had lost his spark to the sight. So graceful, so elegant. She had flirted with the sky and he had imagined that it had been him she had done it for.
Finding a secluded area on the planet, he had hid himself before creating the hologram and things had happened just as he had planned. However, the long waiting time in the prison had not been calculated into the timeframe, but he had managed to survive without glimpsing the sky once for several weeks.
The moment she entered, he had scented her, and he had fought to remain still, waiting and forcibly willing his spike to not pressurize at the scent of her fragile nearly innocent fragrance. She was far from innocent, he knew that in the daring moves of her flight, but to him, she was as innocent as a newborn. He, in comparison, was a lost cause with all the deaths he had caused during some of the wars on Cybertron.
He wanted her, and bad.
"I can hear you breathing. Have you come to gawk at me as everyone else?" He asked her loudly, his voice hoarse from disuse.
She entered the cell and the intensity of her scent grew nearly insufferable to him. So close, yet still so far away. Once again, he willed his spike to depressurize, and then she touched him, she fragging touched him!
Primus, be mercy!
He turned his helm to stare over his right shoulder, but his hair got in the way and he nearly cursed, only to feel the hair gently be caressed away from his optics. Staring into her brown optics, he realized that every part of her showed the same innocence as her scent. Her expression was soft and gentle, even as she stared at him, the abominable prisoner without wings.
"Beautiful." He couldn't keep the word out of his vocalizer as he stared at her, studying her facial lines and her sparkling optics. She was breathtaking to look at and he itched to touch and caress her, show her his affections.
She casually dismissed his comment without once looking away from him, but he saw her wings lift slightly in response to his praise and knew that even if she didn't want to; she was flattered by his comment. He stared at them longingly, wishing to be back in his true frame and be able to feel the sky and the wind. To be able to dance with her in the sky and show her things only he, with his powerful mechanical frame, would be able to do.
Shaking her helm, she seemed to be gathering her thoughts.
"I'm here to pass judgment on you." She finally announced, and got his full attention as she moved even closer to him.
"And what judgment have the gracious leaders decided?" He asked, curiously studying her with a tilt of his helm.
"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 to him, seriously, and he saw her optics hardening.
He had known, when he took the wingless form that this would be the result of it, but with the knowledge that she would be there, he had decided to go through with it. He could have chosen a flyer frame to blend in, but that wasn't his main goal. He had only attained a flier frame for as long as it took to gather some information about the society on the planet, then he had changed his hologram to this current abominable wingless figure.
"No." He calmly answered her question, his optics showing nothing as she obviously startled at his passive response.
"You do know that I'm about to remove your genitals?" She asked, clearly to clarify, and he fought a smile as he answered her.
"Yes."
His answer to that clearly took her even more by surprise, and she stared with wide incredulous optics 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 as explanation to his calm demeanor.
After a long moment, she clearly collected herself and turned away from him, giving orders to someone, and guards came to relocate him, fastening him to manacles and a collar built into the floor of his cell, disabling any movement. When he was restrained to the floor, she knelt and asked:
"Do you want me to give pleasure before beginning, or should I just begin?" And he shuddered at the thought of her servicing him.
"Pleasure." He rumbled, lust and arousal rising and his spike pressurized. He definitely wouldn't say no to that offer. After a moment, deciding, he added, "I want your mouth around me."
She nodded silently and bent down to lick the tip of his spike, caressing it with the tip of her glossa, and it drew a hiss of pleasure from him. It clearly emboldened her, because the next moment his spike was engulfed by her warm, wet and welcoming mouth.
"Yes!" He groaned viciously, hips fighting against the restraints holding him down as he longed to go deeper into her mouth. His whole frame tensed against the restraints, but they didn't budge.
With her sweet mouth and teasing glossa willingly servicing his spike, she brought him closer and closer to overload, and after ten breems he felt how the pleasure in his frame began to coalesce in his midsection and wander down to add a nearly unbearable pressure behind his spike. He was so close and desperately wanted to go deeper, draw out more of the intense pleasure.
But, then it happened, he exploded.
"Primus!" He cursed vividly as he felt the inevitable final build of charge and the overload claimed him, releasing his coding down her throat in pulsing streams of liquid pleasure from his spike. He would have loved to hold her helm in position to have her take everything he had to offer her, but she retreated after several spurts of his transfluids, spilling the remainder around her mouth to slowly drip down along her face.
He watched her clean some of it away with a touch of her digits and stare at it with wide surprised optics. "What is this?" She asked, testing the viscous fluid between two of her digits in thoughtful contemplation, before looking at him.
"Don't worry about it. I will tell you when I arrive." He answered her, and then deactivated the hologram, vanishing right in front of her optics.