He has his way with you

A strange look takes the man's face. The face of one in assessment. The face of one curious just as to what the effects of this potion might be.

“Okay,” you manage. “You definitely broke a law doing what you just did.”

The sudden fear hits you like a freight—well, a speeding Pegasus.

“Yeah, I definitely just did.”

He moves his calloused right hand to your chest. His rough fingers clench haphazardly, squeezing them. Waves of pleasure and pain roll out from the point of contact. A trickle of something slick moves down your thigh.

You could resist. You could grab something near, and crush it against his skull. And yet as one hand closes around your neck, and the other your breast, you find yourself inexplicably complacent.

“Damn…” You look up at the man. He'd be decently attractive in any other situation. A Andorren 5 and a continental 7.

But here and now? He may as well have been a sculpted God. A man so tempting, that you'd let him take you right then and there. To let him pin you down, and pump your womb full of his potent—virile —cum.

As your thoughts run awry with fear and passion, the sound of movement comes from outside the store. And as the man hears this, he pulls away, cock still hard, and face still in partial-perplexion.

Moving into a brisk walk, the man leaves the store, leaving you an aching, but relieved mess.