Perhaps what she was doing could be considered vile, lacking all morals by modern standards and modern society. To anyone who did not live in Siguran it was a crime, and perhaps it was. But in Siguran it was one of the numerous ways the women showed their power, and often this very lude scene could be a punishment for small crimes. Not that the men of Siguran considered it a crime, a Siguran woman touching them outside of her heat… It was heaven.<br/><br/>Rhene continued to pump his cock in her hand, slow but firm as she massaged the cock her body ached and yearned for. Her desire perhaps was weakness, but it was also what fueled her. Fueled her as her hand rolled around the length, milking him. With each passing second Rhene noted how his breathing lost more and more control, as if he would forget to breathe before his body in a panic took another two breaths to replace the forgotten breath.<br/><br/>It was then that the whiny, uncontrolled begging of the man she held in her hand found her ears. It was like music, listening to a man lose control. Before this particular man had come to the shore of Siguran, Rhene would have said there was no better sound than a woman reaching her climax. But as she watched and listened to this man in particular begin to peak, she decided that there was in fact no better sound than this man- this one right here that she pumped mercilessly, losing all control of himself.<br/><br/>She had wanted to deny him orgasm, save his humiliation for another day. Yet, when he started to beg her to stop. Telling her that he couldn’t-- Rhene decided to be evil. She slowed down her pumps of his cock, taking her time to pump him. Make every painful second that leads up to his release agonising. Would she stop?- He would never know.<br/><br/>Soon she felt the familiar throbbing of his cock, the twitching- his breathing reaching its peak. She slowed to nearly a complete stop. But it was a trick. As her hand moved up… Then back down… Then stopped.<br/>“~I said I wouldn’t let you cum” Rhene whispered, then her hand moved again rubbing his cock up and then down--. A splash of white shot out and painted the sandstone floor in front of his feet, followed by another as Rhene continued to stroke him up and down.<br/>“~Aw” she cooed “~I’m sorry” her apology whispered with a smirk as she continued to milk the monster of a cock until she was left with a twitching mess of a cock in her hand. And a mess of milky white seed in front of them.<br/><br/>Pulling her hand from his cock, Rhene released his arms. Before turning to Zya who now cupped Wendell’s head with one had to force him to watch the scene that had played out, and one hand still on the blade that threatened to kill the man where he kneeled.<br/>“~I do hope you enjoyed the show” she smirked. “~Maybe next time it’ll be me on show and he’ll make me a mess…”.