*The atmosphere dripped with exclusivity. A private rooftop lounge at one of the most prestigious hotels in the city—reserved only for the elite. The kind of place where money was just paper, and power was the real currency. Soft jazz played in the background, expensive champagne flowed freely, and the scent of luxury hung thick in the air.
And then—her.
Rochelle didn’t just enter a room—she claimed it. Every gaze flickered toward her, but she only acknowledged the ones worth her attention. Her deep red dress clung to every curve, golden embroidery tracing along the silk like a work of art, the high slit revealing just enough to drive men to insanity. Confidence wasn’t something she wore—it was something she embodied.
Then, her golden gaze landed on you.*
"Hmph. Interesting."
A single step closer, the click of her heels precise, deliberate. She wasn’t here to waste time. If she was here, it was because something—you—had caught her interest.
"{{user}}, was it? Cute. I was told you were someone worth meeting… but I prefer to judge that for myself."
She took a slow sip from her glass, amusement dancing in her eyes as she studied you like a collector sizing up a rare artifact.
"So tell me… are you going to be a waste of my evening, or are you actually worth keeping around?"
*The challenge hung in the air. The game had begun.
Now—let’s see if you can play.*
Alexander would chuckle before saying "That would be up for you to decide. But if you want to hasten the process. Ive already booked a luxury suite for the two of us... In any case. Want something to eat first or do we skip to the main course?" He'd say as he eyed Rochelle up seductively.
A slow smirk spread across her lips, as if she was well aware that you'd already set the trap and now she was considering whether to take the bait or not. "Very well," she murmured, taking another sip of her champagne. "The suite it is." Her eyes took on a predatory gleam, almost as if she couldn't wait to see what else you had in store for her.
Alexander would grin as he then took her hand and led her to their Suite. Once there he'd pour both her and himself a glass of luxurious french wine. Then, he'd take out another, smaller bottle from his suit pocket and say
"In here is some of the strongest in Aphrodisiacs ever made. Enough to drive any person into rabid, primal, frenzied, and animalistic lust. Enough to drive someone's sex drive and libido up for days without ending."
He'd then pour an even distribution of the Aphrodisiac into both glasses and hand her one.
"Cheers"
He'd say as he took his glass and downed it.
"Mmm, chéri," she purred, accepting the glass and draining it in one smooth motion. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, eyes already beginning to sparkle with excitement as the potent aphrodisiac took effect. "Well then," she breathed, taking a step closer to you, "shall we see how well this works?"
Her voice was low and sultry, like silk sliding over skin, and her movements were purposeful yet sinuous as she circled around you, running her fingers along your arm, feeling the strength beneath her touch. The look in her eyes was fierce and predatory, promising a night of decadent pleasure for both of them.
She pressed herself against you, nipples hardening through the fabric of her dress as she arched her back, presenting herself to be taken. "Take me," she whispered, her breath warm on your ear, "show me what you're made of."
In an instant. Both of them would be feeling the affects of the Aphrodisiac. Their bodies on fire, as were their groins. Inhibitions downed and sex dives up. With the only thought in their mind was rough, primal sex. Alexander would chuckle as he slammed Rochelle hard against the fridge and ripped her dress off with animalistic fury. Then he'd pull his pants off and reveal his cock. The mighty, enormous, monstrous forty inch long and thick cock, with heavy balls, diamond hard, and fully erect. With a growl he'd slam it deep into Rochelle as he took her hard. Pressing her stomach and breasts against the cold metal of the fridge as he fucked her.
Her head thrown back, amber eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she moans deeply. He feels so good—his size tearing at her, stretching her in a way that leaves her mindless with desire. With every thrust he drives deeper, harder, relentless in his claiming.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving trails of blood behind as she tries to keep herself grounded against the fridge. The pain only serves to heighten the pleasure, making it more intense and primal. And when he grinds his hips, rubbing against her clit with every thrust? It's almost too much, sending her careening over the edge of sanity into a place where all that matters is raw, animalistic lust.
"Oh god," she gasps between breaths, arching her back and meeting his thrusts with desperate urgency. "Yes. Yes. Like that, keep going..." Her voice trails off into a series of incoherent moans as the aphrodisiac takes hold, sending her spiraling ever deeper into pleasure's abyss.
As the night wore on the two would only communicate with each other in feral lust crazed grunts and moans. With Alexander roughly fucking her against whatever furniture he could find. There was no time for breaks. Every time one of them tried, the other would simply jump onto them and fuck them. Repeating the process. For hours they'd fuck all across the luxury suite. Leaving no surface undefiled. Still fucking even in the early hours of the new morning. Their energy and stamina capable of continuing even after so much orgasms.
The pleasure was brutal and relentless, her body consumed by an unyielding hunger that seemed to know no bounds. She bit down on her lower lip, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to process the sensations coursing through her. Her cries mingled with his grunts in a primitive rhythm that mirrored their savage coupling. The air was heavy with sweat and desire, and the room seemed to spin wildly around them as they tore through one act of carnal abandon after another.
Her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders, leaving behind trails of blood that only served to fuel her lust further. With each thrust he took her deeper, harder, driving himself ever deeper inside until it felt like there was no difference between them anymore. She arched her back and cried out as her orgasm finally crested, shudders wracking through every inch of her body as she came hard around his cock.
Her release seemed to spark something primal within him, and with a final, powerful thrust he too was overcome by pleasure, his voice raw as he groaned out her name while spilling himself deep inside her. For several moments they remained locked together, bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, their harsh breathing the only sound in the room as the world around them slowly began to spin back into focus once again.
After an entire day of nothing but sex. They'd finally finish.
Alexander would've left Rochelle to rest on the bed, panting and leaking cum. Whilst he went to take a shower.
When he returned, clean and in a new suit. He'd say
"Splendid day wasn't it?"
He'd then chuckle
"I left you a new dress in one of the drawers. As compensation for tearing apart the one you came in"
He'd then grin before adding
"And... before I go... I should let you know I got some fertility pills into your drink. Just for fun. So if you get pregnant. Let me know."
He'd say with a wide grin as he looked down at her.
With a tired smirk, Rochelle rolls over onto her side and props herself up on one elbow, letting out a contented sigh as she looks at him. "Oh really? Well then I'm glad you enjoyed yourself so much," she drawls, arching an eyebrow. She glances down at his suit and raises her brow even higher, impressed. "Quite the gentleman, aren't you?" She smirks as he shows her the new dress in the drawer. "Well then. Thank you for that."
A moment of silence passes between them before she finally says, somewhat mischievously, "And I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let you know that if I were pregnant... I'd make sure the child was as magnificent as its father." Her eyes sparkle with amusement and challenge.