He forces it down your throat

In a sudden, violent movement, he lunges forward, grabbing the back of your neck in the process. He slams your upper body against the nearby desk. You barely have time to gasp before he snatches the open vial of the lust potion and pours it down your throat. His other hand clamps over your nose and mouth, tilting your head back at a harsh angle so you can’t turn away.

The thick, sweet-spiced liquid pours straight down your throat in heavy gulps. You choke. Your eyes widen in panic. Pink liquid spills from the corner of your mouth and drips down your chin in between your squished breasts. He keeps pouring until the entire vial is empty, forcing you to swallow every burning drop.

Heat explodes between your legs instantly. Your nipples stiffen painfully against your dress and the silver veins across your breasts glow white-hot. You feel a familiar aching inside you—a yearning for that emptiness to be filled by something—anything.