There's...something else on her mind.

Riva kept her face hidden beneath the hood. Unable to stop herself, she gave a slow, subtle roll of her hips, grinding back against that huge cock. The motion let her feel every inch of its girth and length as it nestled between her ass cheeks. Heat flooded her core. She repeated the movement, small and careful, pressing firmer each time while pretending to adjust her stance in the crowd.

Her nipples tightened again beneath the bodice. The slickness between her thighs increased, her pussy throbbing with each gentle grind. She kept her eyes on the gallows, vainly trying to study the spy, but the sensation of that massive cock rubbing against her ass made concentration nearly impossible. Riva had to hide an escaped sigh of pleasure by pretending to clear her throat. Her hips continued their subtle, instinctive dance.

The execution proceeded quickly. The verdict was announced, the trapdoor dropped, the rope snapped taut, and the spy’s body jerked once before going still. The farmer behind her roared another insult, his hips shifting forward with the motion and driving his cock harder against her for a brief moment. The unconscious gasp that Riva let out was lost in the sound of the boisterous crowd.

As the crowd began to disperse, the pressure behind her eased. Riva stood there flustered, her breath shallow, her thighs slick with fresh arousal. She pulled the cloak tighter around herself and turned to leave, the memory of that thick, heavy cock still imprinted against her ass as she made her way back toward the castle.