First round (R-18)

First challenge. Oliver sent it again, his eyes glowing with a pink light. Using one of his tentacles, he grabbed a vial that was on a nearby bench, containing a glowing, pink liquid.

 "An aphrodisiac potion. You'll have to resist its effects for ten minutes. If you succeed, you win. If not... well, you know what happens."

Boscha stared at the bottle, her eyes narrowing. "Are you kidding me?!"

"Not at all." — Oliver threw a bottle at her. Boscha instinctively grabbed it, feeling the magical liquid stirring inside. —"Drink. Now."

She hesitated, looking at the bottle and then at Oliver, who crossed his arms and waited. The timer continued to tick. With a sigh of frustration, she opened a bottle and downed the liquid in one gulp.

The effect was almost immediate. An intense heat surged through her body, making her shiver. Her breathing became heavy and her eyes closed for a moment, feeling the pleasure flood her senses. She was busy concentrating, forcing herself to maintain control.

What she doesn't realize is that she's not under the influence of what was in the vial, but rather under the influence of the pink smoke coming out of Oliver's hands, visible only to him.

Oliver smiled, watching her with interest. "Just ten minutes, Boscha. Ten minutes and you win."

But she could already feel the desire building inside her, impossible to ignore. Her hands began to shake as she fought the need to touch herself, to relieve the tension that was quickly building.

"Aaaaah... mmmmm..." She moaned, unable to control herself. Her hand began to move slowly, down to her thigh, but she brought them back, breathing deeply.

"No... I can't... lose..." She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to resist. But the heat was too much, the desire was too much.

She was writhing, her resolve crumbling with every passing second. Despite her best efforts, she could feel the ache building between her thighs, demanding attention. Her hands shook as she fought the urge to slide them beneath the towel, to seek the relief she craved. "No… no way… I'm not going to lose," But the heat was becoming unbearable, a need consuming her thoughts. 

With a choked moan, Boscha surrendered, her hand dipping beneath a towel to brush against her damp clit. She stifled a moan, her hips bucking shamelessly into his touch. There was no turning back now…

Oliver watched, curious. "You were fighting well, but now you won't last."

"Shut... up..." She concentrated, but her thoughts were confused, dominated by the need to satisfy the desire that consumed her body.

Her fingers began to move across her lips again, without her being able to control it. She knew she was losing, but she couldn't stop.

"Ahhh... ahn...!" She moaned, feeling the pleasure of counting on her.

Oliver watched, watching the timer tick past five minutes. Boscha was losing a battle, and he knew she couldn't take it anymore. But she tried, fighting the urge, trying to resist the outcome.

"Ah... no... I can't..." She moaned, feeling the pleasure increase with each passing second.

Oliver didn't say a word, just watched as the timer continued to tick. And he knew that soon, Boscha would lose control completely. 

Boscha's breath hitched as the pleasure coiled deeper and deeper inside her. Her fingers moved frantically, trying not to avoid the outcome, but the constantly used magic coursing through her veins made it impossible to resist. Her hips bucked involuntarily against his hand, her body no longer under his control. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, but it was no use.

"Oh... oh God..." she whimpered, her voice shaking with desperation. Her legs trembled as the pressure built to an unbearable level. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on anything other than the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. But the more she struggled, the closer she came to the edge.

"It looks like you're putting up a good fight," Oliver's voice taunted from above. Boscha's eyes flew open, and she stared at him, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. But not even her blazing gaze could mask the desperation in her eyes.

"Shut up… just… shut up," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried to push away from the wall, hoping to resist his advance, but her body betrayed her. Her hand moved faster, her fingers sliding effortlessly inside. The pleasure was too much to resist, and she knew she was losing a battle.

Oliver leaned back against the locker, a smug grin on his face as he watched the fight. He crossed his arms over his chest, clearly enjoying the show. "Until you're pretty damn attractive when you moan as words come out of your mouth."

Boscha writhed on the cold tile floor, her body racked with shameful desire despite her best efforts to resist. Oliver's teasing words echoed in her ears, fanning the flames of her emotions. With a broken sob, she could resist no longer and began to finger her entrance hard while moaning like a sow in heat. Electric pleasure shot through her at the contact and she bucked shamelessly in his palm, chasing the delicious friction. 

"Nnngh… fuck…" she whimpered, grinding harder against her fingers as her towel fell to the wet floor. Coherent thought worked as she lost herself in the sensation, the coil of tension in her core coiling tighter and tighter. Her climax crashed down on her suddenly, crashing over her in a wave of ecstasy. 

And then it hit her—a wave of pleasure so intense it left her breathless. Her body convulsed, her back arching as the orgasm ripped through her. Her hand still inside her pussy as the waves of pleasure washed over her along with the small waterfall that shot out between her legs. Her knees buckled, and she slumped against the nearby bench, her body shaking with the aftershocks.

Throwing her head back with a small opening between her legs, her hips jerked erratically as she rode the intense pulses of ecstasy radiating from her core. In that moment, nothing existed but the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her completely. Boscha fell limply into the pool of her own making, her chest heaving, completely exhausted but wanting more…

Oliver watched her with a satisfied smile, his arms still crossed over his chest. "Well, that didn't take long. I guess you're not as strong as you look."

Boscha gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She pleaded and glared at him, but her anger was overshadowed by the lingering pleasure that still coursed through her. "You... you bastard..." she managed to gasp, her voice cracking from the intensity of her orgasm.

Oliver chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Don't be mad at me. You're the one who lost control." He gestured to the floating timer, which had reached the ten-minute mark just as she had come. "Looks like you lost the first round. Ready for the next challenge?"