Ecstasy at the World’s End

Rose walked into the bathroom with sunken teary eyes; she had finally given herself up to the fate that had been chasing her.

Born not as a human but rather as a natural aphrodisiac that drove all men, even her family members, into a hormonic frenzy — it was a wonder how she had survived with her innocence intact for so long.

When Rose was twelve years old, a little more than a month away from turning into a young teen, she had a fever that lasted more than a week.

During that week of a heavy fever, she had dreams during her abnormally long hours of sleep; in all of them, she was seeing the world of the future as well as one that existed outside of the one she was in.

The dreams foretold of her world soon coming to an end as mankind knew it and the Apocalypse foretold in religious texts would come to fruition.

It was hard to understand with a burning hot forehead but once the fever subsided, Rose understood what the dreams were telling her; she was an existence that was no more than words on a page and so was everyone else around her.

Rose also realized, much to her detriment — the looks that men gave her weren natural; they weren looks of affection towards a child but rather ones of lust.

She wasn normal and her supernatural trait that drove men crazy was the result of the perverted author that had written her to life.

Bang!

The private bathroom door behind her was slammed shut then it was slowly locked.

”Given up? ” asked the person that closed the door. It was a classmate of hers, nearly a foot and a half taller than she was. Standing in front of her, Rose could see a bulge in his pants.

”After all this time, youve finally given up, ” he chuckled. ”Youve been running away from me for quite some time now Rose. If I knew this was all that it would take, I shouldve done this much earlier. ”

He was referring to an hour ago when Rose opened up her school locker and found a letter.

She assumed it was another love letter and was about to toss it out but stopped when she read what was written on the front. In bold red, the names of her father and brother were written on the envelope.

Inside the envelope was a detailed paper describing the scam that Roses father was running as well as the crimes that her older brother had committed.

At the end of the letter were instructions on what to do if she didn want the contents of the letter to be leaked. She was given a time and place.

”A second late, and Ill be sharing this information with everyone in this city ” was the final sentence she read before crumpling the paper and flushing it down the toilet to prevent anyone else from reading it.

Thats how she ended up in the bathroom with her classmate, Pen.

He was notorious for being the most powerful person in the school, physically — and financially.

Every morning, he arrived at the school campus in the backseat of a bulletproof SUV. One student took the time to find out the name of the vehicle and discovered that it was eight figures.

It was a sum that normal people wouldn be able to afford in their lifetime even if they didn have to pay rent, bills, eat food, pay for gas, or even pay their taxes.

Pen had been pursuing Rose for a very long time but determined to change the outcome of her future, Rose always rejected his advances.

By focusing on her studies, she hoped to minimize her interactions with the boys at school as much as possible.

Pen had a body that befitted his status as the strongest. His muscles were built like a bodybuilders while having the body shape of a character in an ecchi novel.

His murky silver hair looked like feathers on an angels wing. His eyes of a beautiful blue sky had an intense glare that peered into the soul of those unlucky enough to stand in his way.

Stepping even closer, Pen lifted Roses black hair and gave it a smell.

”This is it, ” he said as he took another whiff. ”This is the aroma that I smell every time you walk past me. Do you use any product on your hair? ”

Rose shook her head. Her entire body consisted of natural fragrances that the author placed on her body. The emitted scents, whichever one was the most attractive to a man, was the one theyd smell from her.

It was the authors way of justifying why men were like hyenas and were attracted to her just by her presence.

Pen asked her, ”Will you try to resist me? Like you did before. ”

He closed the lid of the toilet and sat down on it. Patting his thighs, he smiled as Rose complied with his gesture and sat down on his lap.

”I won , ” she answered him.

”Good. Very good, ” he chuckled as he nodded. Reaching around her body, he began unbuttoning her school uniform without the need to see them.

Rose was biting her lips in fear but suppressed the shivers that were trying to crawl onto her skin.

Once he got the last button off, the shirt opened, revealing her bare skin and her bra.

Touching her stomach, Pen told her, ”Your skin feels amazing. So smooth. ” He slid his hands upward and shoved them underneath her bra that tightly compressed her bosom.

”Your boobs are much softer than I thought theyd be. ” Using a little bit of his strength, Pen ripped the bra apart from the front rather than untying it at the back.

As both her boobs popped out to reveal their true nature, Pen licked his lips. He was behind her but could see the size of them from his point of view.

”They
e also way bigger. Rose… you naughty naughty girl. Youve been hiding these beauties from everyone, haven you? ” he grinned as he cupped them.

Nodding her head, Rose couldn help but let out a moan as her nipples were being rubbed gently by Pen who was using his index fingers and thumbs.

”Im a little angry I didn know about this but… you made the correct decision, ” Pen told her. ”If they knew just how much you had in store, someone else wouldve probably gotten to you first. ”

Sitting on his lap with her back against his body, Rose couldn help but feel the bulge in his pants thumping; it was like a beating heart. His hot and aroused breath brushed against the hair of her neck with each breath.

Still appreciating the texture of her bosom with one of his hands, Pen used his other to roll up her school skirt.

Using his ring finger to pull her panty to the side, his middle and index finger began playing around with her labia.

”Finally, ” Pen sighed.

Pressing his fingertip into the entrance of her rose, flicking and pinching her clitoris, Pen teased her lower body.

”How do you like that? ”

Rose didn want to feel good.

She really didn .

She didn like this man.

Not a single bit.

She shouldve been turned off by his rude personality.

She shouldve — but she wasn .

The author was too cruel to her and he wrote her in a way that Rose would be turned on by the mere touch of a man. The pleasure she didn want to feel, itd be amplified and feel a thousand times better than that of any other woman.

Rose was lucky, or perhaps unlucky depending on how you view it, that the author wanted to write longer scenes in his novel, or else she wouldve climaxed multiple times by now from pleasure.

Pushing his index and middle finger together, Pen slowly dug them inside her. Like a fishing hook, he curled them up and used the tip of his fingers to press against the same spot over and over.

”My god, ” he said in disbelief as he pulled his fingers out.

Spreading them apart, a string of wetness formed between the fingers like a hammock.

”You
e so… **ing wet, ” Pen said to her as he shoved his fingers, that was wrapped in Roses juices, into her mouth. ”Taste yourself. How does it taste? ”

Feeling her shaking, her body subconsciously anticipating more, he asked, ”You like it when Im being rough? ”

Pulling them out, he shoved them back into where her nectar was gathering. Each time he dug inside her body and pulled it back out, the layer of liquid enveloping his fingers got thicker and thicker.

”Fucking slut. Im r*ping you Rose and instead of being turned off, you
e soaking wet. What a whore you are, ” he insulted her.

Grabbing her chin with the hand that had been busy fondling her bosom the entire time, he used the free middle finger and ring finger to ram the inside of her mouth; he went deep enough to hit her uvula.

Rose wanted to cough but her reaction was suppressed by the fingers that refused to budge from where they were lodged.

Pen warned her as he took his fingers out, ”What you just felt there… that was practice. You better prepare yourself for the real thing. ”

Licking the saliva on his fingers as though he was licking a lollipop, he instructed Rose, ”Stand up. Face me when you sit back down. ”

Hesitantly, Rose obeyed his instructions and she was now sitting in a more provocative manner than previously.

Even with the boosted seat, her eyes only reached the height of his chest. She couldn help but observe that his pecs were very muscular and if he were to flex hard enough, itd probably be possible to rip through his shirt.

Looking up at him with teary eyes, Pen thought to himself, She probably wants to punch in the jaw right now.

And he would be correct.

But that was only half of her thoughts.

Because of her innate nature forged by the pen of the author, Rose was also thinking to herself that she wanted to be **ed silly by the man in front of her. It wasn an exaggeration to say that her body was begging to be treated like a sex toy.

Why am I forced to be like this? she cried in her mind as she bit down on her bottom lip.

”Stick out your tongue, ” he told her as he wiped off the teardrops that were about to begin their journey down her face.

Like a snake that was scared to exit the safety of the grass, slowly her tongue left the confines of her mouth.

Using very minimal force, not enough to harm her whatsoever, he bit down on her tongue.

Their faces were extremely close to each other and Pen looked deep into her light brown eyes.

Beautiful, he thought to himself. Oh. Is that a mole below her left eye?

Getting to observe her face at a distance he never got the opportunity to do so before led him to learn more about features he wasn particularly drawn to before.

The mole he was referring to was very small so it made sense that he never noticed before because Rose purposely kept her distance from him.

Her eyebrows… they were perfectly trimmed. Or perhaps are they naturally like this?

He sucked her tongue into his mouth and like a boa constrictor that had been bidding his time for the inferior milk snake to exit the grass, he coiled his around hers.

Expertly, he was entering and leaving her mouth over and over.

Rose didn want to — but her tongue began moving on its own, reciprocating the same energy he was exerting into the kiss, although only to the extent an amateur such as herself could muster.

For a minute straight without break, their lips and tongues were tied together.

Her fingers had subconsciously found their way over to the flower behind her thighs and had begun rubbing against the fabric just directly over it.

Side-to-side her hips swayed, back and forth as if to signal its desire for something more. It was clear what it was requesting: the object directly below it, Pens throbbing penis that had been crying underneath his pants since the start.

”Let me out! ” it was screaming and soon — its wishes would be fulfilled.