You and Rose walk together towards the elevators. Saul and Charlotte see you out.
"Call us, when you know what you want to do," Charlotte says.
"Yes," Rose replies.
"Don't take TOO long," Saul says.
"No," you reply.
The elevator chimes and the doors slide open. You step in with Rose. Turning with her, shoulder to shoulder, you watch Saul and Charlotte's faces disappear as the doors slide shut again.
The down arrow above the panel of buttons comes to life with a steady golden glow, and the elevator begins its smooth descent.
You stand there with Rose in silence, both of you staring straight ahead at nothing.
About halfway down to the lobby, without a word, Rose pounds a fist on the emergency stop. The elevator lurches to a standstill.
You wheel on each other. Instantly you're a whirlwind of legs and arms, pushes and shoves -- she slaps you -- you bite her on the shoulder. Punches get thrown and returned. There are headbutts and scratches. Your flesh becomes bruised and abraded. Then, even as you hurl physical aggression at each other, she's tugging at your shirt, and you're pawing at her miniskirt.
"Fuck you," Rose pants over and over, "fuck you."
"You stupid bitch," you growl. You get her skirt off, with her assistance, and you dutifully raise your arms above your head so she can pull off your shirt. You've got her pinned up against the corner, on her butt. Just perfect to take advantage of. But she rears back and kicks you hard, the flat of her shoe hitting you in your shin. You howl in shock.
"I hate you," Rose spits, "go to hell."
You give her an open handed slap across the face. Her cheek glows red in the outline of your palm. As she composes herself from that sudden blow, her breaths come jagged in some mixture of rage, pain, and lust. Her fingers snake across the denim of your pants and curl around your belt buckle. She gets it undone with expert nimbleness.
"That's right," you say, "help me rape you--"
"GRAAHHH--" Rose bellows, and surges forward, tackling you. You bang your head against the opposite wall as you topple to your back. Already you can feel the welt it leaves behind. She's atop you now, pulling your waistband down with savage strength.
Suddenly, this feels more like she's the one raping you.
"No you don't," you say, sneering. You try to lift yourself up, but her soft palms are bearing down on your sweaty chest. You have a hard time getting upright again in this confined space, with Rose straddling you.
"I'm gonna fuck you up, Alabaster."
"Oh, you fucking wish. Get off me, you dumb--"
Rose cuts you off with a desperate, hungry kiss. At the same time, she reaches down, into the fly of your boxers, and finds your dick. It's hard, just like she knew it would be. Why does your body never cooperate with you? Your pants still hanging halfway off your butt and your dick poking out from your underwear, Rose gyrates against you, rubbing her pantied mound up and down your crotch. She's all wet and sticky for you. Of course she chose to wear underwear today, of all days... but even if she did, there's no denying that her little pussy is always messy, always leaking at the thought of getting fucked by you. The fabric of her panties is rough, though, and tickles your horny prick in a frustratingly pleasurable way. That's Rose, always such a fucking cocktease.
You tug her panties to one side to give you clearance. Rose goes rigid when you jab your prick into her without warning. So despite being trapped underneath her, you claim the initiative -- you hump up against her delicate, fleshy, grippy cunt. She sways and swoons and breathes hard through her gaping jaw while you fuck her. Her exhalations are hot on your face and you can smell her minty breath. Beads of sweat run down her matted hair and mingle with the ones pearling all over your torso. You hold her by hips, pound up and down. All the way into her, without any inhibitions. The channel of her vagina spreads open with every inward thrust, inviting you inside and hugging you, milking out your precum.
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me!"
"You stupid little cunt! Guhh-- oh, fuck--" You gulp as Rose's soft interior swallows your hot prickmeat and conforms so deliciously to its shape. Rose takes the opportunity of this distraction to seize back control. She splays her palms against your chest again and hunches herself forward, oppressively putting all her weight on you solar plexus. It robs you of your air and makes you see stars. Rose, moaning like an animal, bounces up and down on your slippery cock and cums herself silly.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" She wails, incoherent.
Her head is bowed low. She's sweating all over you. She does all the work and uses you for a living dildo. Rose, with her swampy cunt, and her brutal lust, drives you to the brink of insanity. These nearly-frictionless, rapid, lewd fucking motions are unbelievable. And the aroma of her sex tinges what little air you can swallow, invades your nostrils and your lungs. She's marking you -- inside and out -- primally claiming some kind of dominion over you.
You summon the last of your energy and pull yourself up. In an instant, a reversal -- Rose is on the floor of the tiny elevator, and you're flipping her over onto her stomach. She tries to crawl away, but where? There's nowhere to go.
Your discarded garments are the only thing for cushioning. She gets somewhat tangled in them as you corral her and force her to be still. Her face is half wrapped-up in your shirt, the armpit of it against her nose, although she doesn't seem to mind. You lie atop her back, curling up around her. Your frame is much larger than Rose's, and you totally envelop her soft body. You curl your lower half around her butt, raising your own butt high in the air, and fuck into her again. Viciously, deeply, you mate with her. You hold her about the head and neck, and bury your face in her golden curls. You blow air through your nose like a rutting bull, right against the crown of her head. You take your pleasure from her body as you may. Rose's tongue wags and lolls from her mouth and her expression is one of sheer, unparalleled ecstasy.
There are no sounds left in the elevator but you and Rose grunting and groaning, heaving and gasping -- accompanied also by the steady, moist slapping of you giving her the hardest fuck you ever have. Even still, there's communication, albeit a wordless form: Your "unnnghh--" warns her that you're about to blow your load in her pussy, and her "mmmmnnn-- mnnnn~~" tells you that inside her pussy is precisely where she wants it.
So that's where she gets it; you seat yourself inside her and let your cum surge directly into her womb. You feel warmth all over, so powerful you shiver. It's a pleasure you've rarely ever glimpsed. And you feel something else too, a... rightness, if you had to call it something, but you don't want to name what it really is. Right now, your orgasm is all that really matters anyway. You cum, and cum, and cum -- Rose cums against you, too. Her face goes all droopy and her mouth hangs open in an agonized, reveling scream. Her fists ball up and clench the fabric of your discarded shirt. You saw in and out, spreading your cum all over her insides, pushing it in. Marking her right back. And she lets you. She lets you inseminate her.