She becomes to cum.

Cum.

Jo needed to cum.

With her worst enemy's semen still dripping from the corners of her mouth, Jo curled in on herself, her delicate fingers sliding down, down...

(No, not there...~!)

Down to that flat emptiness, the proof of all that she'd lost.

(I don't want to do this ~!)

The sensation of her touching herself almost made her black out. But it still wasn't enough, she still needed to

(No, don't!)

Needed to cum.

So badly.

So bad.

She slid her fingers to her moistentrance and gasped, not caring that Bastian was watching her, not caring about anything but just getting that edge off, ending this maddening sensation.

But then:

"Stop."

Jo growled in frustration, a sexy deep throated noise, but her fingers slid down no further.

Cum.

She needed to.

"What a naughty girl my bride is," said Bastian. "Trying to please herself without her man's permission."

Jo looked up at him, tears still streaking gown her cheeks -- of frustration, humiliation, desperation.

The words came out of her before she could even think.

"Please..."

"Please... what?"

A tiny pink tongue licked full lips.

"Please... m-my..."

A whisper.

"My husband..."

"Yes, my bride?"

"L...let me cum...?"

Bastian smiled like he had conquered the world.