Please write me a scene that takes place in the bower of a powerful fey lord who can manipulate vines and plants. He has invited a beautiful woman named Rose to be pleasured there tonight. Rose has felt a burning need to be conquered for a long time, and is ready to give herself to the fey lord’s pleasure. He enjoys choking the women he beds, and paying careful attention to the physical and emotional changes as he does so. He uses his power of plant manipulation to make a duplicate of himself, which restrains rose and slowly chokes her tighter and tighter from behind. The fay himself pleasures her from the front, kissing her as she fights for air and caressing her chest as her breath hitches. The choking increases until Rose can’t draw breath, and she gives in to the helplessness. She comes so hard she sees stars and has tears streaming down her face.
He carried her effortlessly, his pace measured and deliberate as he moved deeper into his bower. The air grew warmer, heavier, the scent of blooming flowers more intense. The rustling of leaves and the faint, rhythmic sound of dripping water filled the space, a primal, pulsing symphony. The vines lining the walls seemed to thicken and shift, their tendrils reaching out, caressing her skin, her hair, whispering promises of pleasure and pain.
He lowered her onto the soft bed of moss, his hands lingering on her shoulders, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone.