Yes.

“You already did, you bastard,” she replied.

You shook your head sadly, “Yes, it’s a shame that was necessary, but you can still survive, seek your **** on Baron Vanshart, hell, you can even hire me to help. I was only hired to retrieve his wife, not kill you. You can get your ****, but only if you survive. After all, even if I take her to him, you can always take her back,” you argued.

“Fuck you, you think you can kill my husband and then just talk me into telling you?” she asked furiously, pulling on her bonds.

“I was sort of hoping, but we can do this the hard way to,” you replied. Her chest heaved as she prepared to scream, and your hand came over, gagging her again.

A gauntleted hand pulled a slim vial from within your armor. The potion, lifted from your dead second-in-command was a powerful aphrodisiac. You didn’t usually bother with such things, though it explained the ugly bastard’s success with the ladies (if you could call drugging women into fucking you, success). You dumped a portion of it down her throat, something you had little experience with, but managed without too much spillage.

The response was almost instantaneous (as you’d given her several times a sensible dose). Her skin flushed and her hands began to twitch, trying desperately to reach her suddenly wet pussy. She thrashed around and you returned the gag to her mouth, before standing back and letting the potion really get to work on her.