TITLE: Rewarded (4/?)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
WEBSITE: https://www.angelfire.com/scary/randominsanity/RandomInsanity.html
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Lying back and taking it like a man
FEEDBACK: It's the sauce on my steak, it's the cheese in my cake
WARNINGS: Spanking, snowballing, coarse language
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my *twisted* imagination
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop me a line so I can brag to my friends
DATE WRITTEN: August 3rd, 2003
"I want you," I say again, my voice steadier than it was a moment ago.
"What do you want?" Viggo asks, pushing his hips down so his cock slides against my stomach.
"You. I want you to fuck me, Viggo."
He smiles and lifts his fingers -- still covered with my come -- to his mouth, licking them. My eyes widen and I feel my own cock beginning to harden again. The man is going to make me perpetually erect at this rate. "You taste so good, Orli; I knew that you would."
"You thought about this?" I ask.
Viggo chuckles and sucks the last of my come off of his hand. "I've thought about doing this since I met you. I've thought about doing everything to you -- spanking you, fucking your pretty ass or that luscious mouth . . ."
I can't help but let out a little whimper at his words, thinking of having that long, thick piece of flesh driving into me or being forced down my throat. "Then do it," I whisper. "Fuck me just like you want to."
His eyes flash with need and he pulls back, spreading my legs wide. "You want to get fucked?" His voice is a low growl.
"Yes," I plead.
Viggo reaches over and grabs a tube of lubrication out of a drawer in the nightstand. My pulse quickens as he smears some of the gel onto his fingers and cock, then pulls apart my arse cheeks. The first invasion of his thick finger makes me moan, and he quickly adds another finger, scissoring them apart to briefly brush over my prostate. The fingers leave me as quickly as they entered, and I whine my disappointment.
"Poor Orli," he mocks. "You want my cock so badly, don't you?"
"Please . . ."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me, Viggo. *Please* fuck me."
He smirks and hauls my legs over his shoulders, pressing his dripping cock against my hole; needing more, I try to push my hips down and impale myself on his erection. "You're such a slut," he laughs.
"That's your fault," I tell him. It's true -- I've never been this shameless before. "Now fuck your whore."
"Oh, I'll give you what you want," he growls. Before I can even register his words, Viggo plunges into me with one thrust, his cock brutally splitting me in two. I literally scream from the blissful pleasure/pain sensations, and Viggo gives me no time to adjust to his size before he begins thrusting in and out of me with deep strokes that strike my prostate.
"God," I gasp, my fingers twisting in the sheets as he reams my arse. This is like losing my virginity all over again; the few times I had sex with Atti, it was never this hard or this fast, and the cock inside of me *definitely* wasn't this huge. "God, oh God," I continue to chant. "Don't stop . . . Viggo!"
Viggo grunts as he fucks me hard, his arms braced on either side of my head. "So tight," he groans. "Jesus Christ, you're such a hot little slut." As he delivers another thrust, he moves one of his hands down and slaps my arse. I moan shamelessly and close my eyes tightly. The ice had reduced the sting on my arse to a dull tingle, but the beautiful pain flares up again as he smacks my cheeks after every few thrusts.
Being fucked and spanked at the same time is incredible, but my cock feels horribly neglected. I reach down to give myself some relief, only to have my hand yanked back and pinned against the mattress. "No," I whimper. "You have to let me--"
"Don't touch yourself," he commands.
I try to twist my hand free, but he's bloody strong and I can't move at all. Viggo delivers one more spank before putting both hands on the mattress again; the pace speeds up further as he relentlessly fucks me, obviously trying to reach his climax. "Viggo," I beg, pushing my hips up at him. I don't even know what I'm asking for, but I don't want him to stop fucking me, ever. I wonder if Pete would mind if all my scenes featured Viggo ramming his cock into my arse. Sure, it would screw with the book, but who cares?
It only takes a few more hard thrusts before Viggo comes with a yell, his face contorting in pleasure. I mewl as he slips out of me, my arse suddenly feeling horribly empty. Without ceremony, he moves down and takes my cock entirely into his mouth. The feeling of being surrounded by wet heat is too much, and when Viggo gives my balls a squeeze and then runs his hand over my tingling arse, it drives me over the edge.
"Fuck . . . Viggo!" I scream, thrusting up into his mouth as I come. He keeps his mouth on me until my orgasm has subsided, then fluidly moves up the mattress and presses his mouth to mine. I gasp in surprise as he pushes my come into my mouth with his tongue.
"Swallow," he orders in a low voice.
I do as he tells me, choking down the thick saltiness. I've never swallowed my own come before, and it's insanely arousing for some reason. I realize that I've now become a total sub, Viggo's bitch, his slut, his whore, whatever you want to call it. And I like it.
As if he can read my thoughts -- which I'm not sure that I'd put past him -- Viggo smiles fondly and says, "My whore."
"Your whore," I murmur, sweeping my tongue around my mouth to savor my own taste.
"Stay tonight," he says tiredly, and it's not so much a command as a request.
"Are you sure?"
"I don't think you want to sit down and drive back to your house," Viggo laughs. He stands up and walks over to turn out the lights. "Just get some sleep, Orli. It's after midnight, and we have to be in makeup at five-thirty."
"Okay." I get under the covers somewhat hesitantly and lay down on my stomach, relaxing a bit when Viggo gets in bed with me. He gives me an affectionate kiss on the forehead, then turns over and closes his eyes.
"Good night, Orlando."
"Uh, good night." I pause, debating whether or not to say anything else. "Hey, Viggo?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we do this again?"
He chuckles and turns his head to give me a smile. "We're *going* to do this again, Orli. You're mine now, remember?"
I shiver pleasantly at his words. "Yours." The thought of being Viggo's, of belonging to him, is one that I find oddly comforting.
"Now go to sleep. I don't want to have to deal with a drowsy elf tomorrow." This time, his words are meant as an order, and I obediently close my eyes. I'm more tired than I thought, and sleep quickly begins to overcome me. But before I drift off into slumber, I feel Viggo's lips brushing my forehead again, and his low voice whispering, "Good night, my beautiful whore."
I smile contentedly and allow myself to fall asleep.
