She struggled and writhed, and Nathan couldn’t resist anymore. Grasping her thighs, he moved more between her legs and unceremoniously thrust into her. Her cries were high and sharp with pleasure, his low and deep with the same. She pulled against her invisible bonds, and admittedly the struggle excited him even more, especially with the drug in his system. But even if this time was quick, which it felt like it was going to be, there would be many other times tonight, he knew from experience with this particular potion. He thrust, she cried out, pulled at her bonds, her tits moving with their hardened tips, tempting him to do oh so many things if he wasn’t already in the midst of this thing.
The orgasm was intense, all dots of color behind his eyelids and sensation all over. He was left gasping, and he could feel her quivering beneath him. He was still hard, and he didn’t pull out, holding her hips snug to his with hard hands. He finally, however, released her bonds even as he leaned down to taste the sweat between her breasts, pausing only to bite gently the skin of the slope of one breast.
“Mine,” he said, satisfied, though the want was still there, ready for more.