Double Life was a game with many, many rules.
One of those rules being, under no circumstance, were potions allowed in-game.
But, in all fairness, there'd also been a rule about having everyone soulmate, but not everyone had abided by that rule, had they?
If they got to break the rules, well, it was only fair she got to break them, too, wasn't it?
Besides, all she would be doing was restoring the natural order. Breaking a rule to unbreak the rule they'd broken. Two wrongs make a right, anyways, don't they?
Two wrongs did make a right, and after tonight, everything in the world would be right again.
"I don't know what you're hoping to achieve with this," Scott's voice was a deadpanned, dispassionate drawl. The elf had made himself as comfortable as he possibly could be on the cold floor of the tower's cellar, picking at the dirt between the mossy concrete tile's grout with his foot in listless distaste, almost bored as he sighed, "You have a few hours, tops, before Cleo realises I'm gone and comes to find me. They'll probably force Martyn to come, too, and we both know you can't win that two-v-one, so it's just a matter of time until I'm outta here, anyway, no matter what you do. So, what's the point? Just let me go now and spare yourself the-"
"Double, double, toil and... what was that you were going to say, Scott, hm? Trouble? This is no trouble't all, Scottie! No, nononononnah, no trouble at all, none!" She hummed blithefully, "You probably don't know this, because you never visit, but I'm quite an accommodating host, your stay is no trouble for me, really! I even made you soup! Aren't I nice?" She approached him with the potion in hand, crouching down in front of him as a sickeningly-sweet smile toying at her lips, "My soup's quite good, 'ya know, wasn't part of a group called Soup Group for being bad at making soup, after all!"
Scott eyed the brew with offended wariness, slowly glancing at the cauldron behind Pearl, then back at her, before stating dully, "...You do realise I'm not stupid, right? You put blaze powder in that thing. I watched you say as incantation while stirring that... and you really think I'll believe it's soup? It's not even in a bowl. It's in a potion bottle. Are you even trying to fool me? This is just sad. And I didn't think you could get more pathetic..."
"Oh, sweet, sweet, oblivious Scottsy..." She sighed affectionately, "I didn't need you to believe it was soup. I just needed you to open your big, adorable mouth."
She didn't give him time to think before she gripped his chin between her thumb and indexfinger, forcing his head upright and the uncorked potion against his lips while he was still blubbering, red eyes gleaming in lovelorn delight as she cooed, "Now say aaaah~!"
And he did say 'aah!' Well, it was closer to an ahhhh, actually, as he screamed at the top of his lungs, but it was close enough, anyway.
Scott gasped and gagged after she drained the last of the liquid down his throat, retching and coughing, voice hoarse from being forcibly fed the substance as he heaved, "What-what the hell did you just give me?"
He didn't have to wonder for long! It was quite obvious when the potion came into effect, when he writhed and squirmed visibly against himself insatiably. He tried to stifle the sensation, but it was far too strong, an overwhelming need building between his legs with each passing second until it consumed entire being."M-mh~ ngh... Pearl... Pearl. What-what did you... what did you do to me?"
Scott's struggles and writhing were no use - they only served to drive Pearl more excited, making her dark eyes shine with manic glee. She licked her lips slowly as she watched him squirm in desire against his will, the potion's effects clearly overpowering his resistance. A giggle bubbled out of her at Scott's gargled inquiry. "Oh, Scotty... just'a liiiiiittle itty-bitty teensy-weensy love potion~! To help'ya out, y'know? To help you feel the things you already should be feeling! A lil nudge in the right direction, if you will."
“L-love potion?” He slurred, breath hot and heavy, eyes beginning to grow glassy, "This... nh, this is not what love feels like-"
"Oh, but it is! True love!" Pearl chimed, eyes sparkling with lunatic passion, with glee. She reached out to trail a finger over Scott's newly heated skin as he quivered.
Scott began to writhe in his bindings, pulling at his bound wrists and starting to rub his thighs together with an unsatisfied whine, "M-mm~ Pearl-please- I need~ untie me- I need t-to-" He let out a cry of frustration, unable to provide himself with enough stimulation by measly grating his knees.
"Oooh, you need what now, Scottsie?" Pearl purred coquettishly, batting her lashes. She rose to her feet and sauntered over to him with an exaggerated sway of her hips. Bending down, she brought her face close to his, nose-to-nose. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "You wanna touch yourself? Hmmm? Why should I let you? You haven't been the nicest houseguest..."
"P-Pearl," he whimpered, his eyes half-lidded and face hot, "P-please... it's burning, oh, God, m-my cock- it hurts, I need- I need to touch it, I need to- please- please, God-"
Pearl grinned a wicked grin, her eyes alight with sadistic glee at Scott's whimpering pleas. She loved seeing him like this - needy, desperate, pathetic. Just how she felt every day without him.
"Oh you poor dear," she cooed mockingly. "Sounds like someone needs their itty bitty birdie touched all nice and mean..."
"Pearl," he practically sobbed, now, wrists burnt by the rope from his constant thrashing before he realised it was in vain, instead using his momentum to thrust his hips forward in the chair and spread his legs in a beg, "I-if I can't, then, please, just- please, touch me-"
"You never listened to me when I begged you," she narrowed her gaze poutily, "when I begged you not to leave, to be mine, like you were meant to be... why should I listen to your pleas, hm, if'ya didn't listen to mine?"
"I-I'm sorry," he cried, spasming against his restraints, on the verge of tears, "I-I'm s-sor-sorry- I was wrong- I-I need you- p-please- need your touch, need your puh-puhssy, I need you to fuck me, I'm yours, please, fuck me, my cock is yours, use my cock, my cock needs you, only you-"
Pearl giggled with ecstasy, sighing melodramatically, "You're lucky I'm forgiving..." Reaching out, she grasped his straining erection through his trousers and gave it a firm squeeze, delighting in the strangled moan it elicited. Leaning down further until she could whisper directly into his ear, she asked, "How's this? How's your dick feel now?"
He gasped, bucking against her hand involuntarily, choking out, "M-mhag!Y-yes, please, o-oh, my god, Pearl, thank you, G-god, my dick- 'sall yours, your property, hard for you, can only cum to you, you, you, you, please touch me, more-"
"Good you finally know who your true soulmate is,"she hummed, "Your true owner. Your cock knew all along, didn't it?" She looked longingly at his aching cock, just begging to be touched. She rubbed the bulge more firmly through his pants. "It's all mine, you say? Then I should be able to do whatever I want with it." She unbuckled his pants with nimble fingers and withdrew his throbbing erection.
"Yes, w-whatever you want- yours- s'all yours- just touch, please, fuck me- P-Pearl, I need you, need your beautiful clit-" he threw his head back with a moan, convulsing in his bindings.
"Awww, you want to please my clit, puppy?" She smirked and leaned in close, straddling him, grinding her clothed sex against his throbbing cock. His panties were soaked through already. "You're going to make me cum with that nice, big cock," she whispered.
"Y-yes," he cried, whimpering and writhing, "p-please- please me- I want to please you- please-"
"'P-please' what, Scott, darling?" She cooed teasingly. She felt his rigid shaft rub between her thighs as she moved against him and slid down her underwear.
"Don't stop..."
His encouragement made the passion boil inside her even more fervently. She guided the head of his penis to bump and tease against her mound before slowly lowering herself onto him, gasping with delight as he stretched and filled up inside her aching core.
"Hnnngh, yesss..." she hissed through gritted teeth as Scott's girthy shaft impaled her. She began moving on him, riding up and down, working herself to orgasm on his thick cock.
"Ooh, fuck, yes... you feel so good inside me. Y-you fit in me, God, like a puzzle piece... your cock was designed for me to take, just like our souls were designed to intertwine..."
"Y-yes, d-designed to fuck you- to please you- s'all I'm good for- I'm yours, your slut, made to be yours, meant to be your cumslave, meant to be, born to cum in you-" He thrusted in and out of her with a cry.
"Fuck, Scott!" Pearl gasped, impaling herself on his thick shaft over and over. She could feel her climax swiftly approaching as she rode him wildly."Cum for me. Cum for me, give me your cock's seed, in me, now-"
What was he to do but obey? Pearl rode Scott's cock through his explosive orgasm, still working him through each thrust as she milked his shaft for every drop of cum. As he finished, Pearl began grinding her hips in tight circles against him, chasing her own climax.
"Unghfuck!Yessss... just like that, Scott! Good cumslut, filling me up..." she panted animalistically, and seconds later she wailed, shaking and convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. Her slick gushed around Scott's softening cock, completely drenched in their combined fluids.
"Mmmm..." She collapsed against Scott's chest, breathing heavily. "Fuck, that was good. You were such a good boy, Scotty, such a good fucktoy for me..." she sighed blissfully.
Scott didn't answer, panting and twitching catatonically, exhausted and limp in her grasp, too physically and mentally drained to reply.
Pearl just smiled, tracing her fingertip across Scott's unresponsive chest, humming happily, "This was nice... We should do it more often. Looks like I'm going to have to get my hands on some more blaze powder, aye~?"