Ghostly Inheritance

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Written By CC

Here's a little Post WM Tiddy for ya. It contains profanity, lots of sexual content, and no offense to any Orton fans,

but there is a violent scene with Randy in it. Other than that, any comments, good or bad,is always appreciated. ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sweat poured from his body as he walked through the mist, to the black curtain that opened to the backstage. His

green eyes scanned the area. She was nowhere to be found. Growling he headed towards his dressing room. People wanting to congratulate him, stopped, but were rendered speechless with just one look. His fists clenched at the

thought of where she might be making his muscles ripple with delight. Slowly he walked, checking every nook and cranny, yet still unable to locate her. Finally reaching his dressing room door, he opened it, and stood still. There she was sitting on the couch and looking sexy as hell. Seductively she said, "I've been waiting for you." Never taking his eyes off of her, he took one step in, and slammed the door shut. Slightly turning on his heel, he locked the door, turned back around, and watched her.

Several seconds had gone by and not a word was said. Tension and desire were in the air. He knew how to please her

and tonight she would not go hungry. With every second that passed, she began to wonder why was he being so quiet. She knew he was victorious in his match, so why the silent treatment? Smiling to himself he could smell her fear as it emanated from her pores. Finally he asked,"What's wrong?" Shifting in her seat she replied, "Nothing."Slowly he walked towards her, slid next to her on the couch, bent his head down, and stopped, his lips just inches from hers. "Bullshit" hewhispered. Her pale blue eyes fixed on his lips she confessed, "I want you."That was all he needed to hear as he brushed his lips with hers. Moaning she tried to deepen the kiss, but as always he was in control. He traced his tongue from her chin to her ear and thickly whispered, "I need to take a shower." Angrily she said, "You tease!" As

a faint smile crossed his lips he painfully grabbed a chunk of her hair and violently kissed her. As he forced her to open

her mouth with his tongue, his hands roamed her curvaceous body.

God, how he loved her body. From day one, it was her body that kick started his black Harley heart. She was struggling to breathe, but air always came second to him. Sensing her loss, he pulled back. As he watched her, he relished in the power he had over her. Bending over he unlaced his boots and undressed. This was her favorite part. It always amazed her that an almost seven foot man, built like a brick house, could move with such fluid and grace. His broad back muscles danced as he unlaced his boots. He glanced over at her knowing what she was thinking and allowed her to sit back and enjoy the show. As he stood up glaring at her with desire, he slowly took off his tank.

She salivated at the thought of running her nails down his massive chest that formed into a perfect V. He tossed the top into a corner of the room. To be held captive in those powerful arms that have laid many giants to rest. Licking his lips he slowly undid his belt buckle. Feeling the flush of a fever take over she closed her eyes. Upon opening them, she saw him watching her with darkened eyes. He raised his index finger and beckoned her to come. Unable to stop herself, she went to him. He lightly kissed her and then added a slight pressure to her shoulders.

She knew what he wanted and was more than willing to oblige. Bending to her knees in front of him she took the zipper between her teeth and slowly brought it down. As the metal grazed, a small gasp escaped his lips. Releasing the zipper she innocently asked, "Could the master of control actually be losing it?" An evil chuckle came from his chest as looked down at her with lust filled rage. A shiver went down her back as she gave him what he wanted. He tasted salty with sweat, yet was sweet as molasses. As her nose met with his intoxicating smell his hands reached for her hair and guided both of them into regions beyond. His head was slightly titled back, his eyes watching her through slits, as that familiar pressure began to build. Painfully he yanked her head back and forth, forcing the union of pleasure and pain.

His cry was of a desperate child as his essence filled her red stain mouth. After draining him dry, she leaned back on her haunches, watching him, now it was her time to relish. After regaining his breath, he opened his eyes to that all deserving smug look. Without saying a word, he stumbled back to the shower, allowing the scalding hot water and steam to consume him.

She was sitting in the back of the limo, blindfolded, wondering what the hell he had in store for her. Watching her

closely he gently took her hand and pressed it to his lips. She smiled as he then proceeded to caress his face with her fingers. The heat began to rise when he took one small finger and gently sucked on it. Moaning with sheer delight she told him, "That feels good." He bent towards her ear, flicked it with his tongue, and softly said, "There's more where that came from."

He eased back in his seat watching her never lettinggo of her hand. Soon, they pulled up to a ancient

hotel. He helped her out of the limo and as she stood in front of him a slight breeze brought her spicy perfume to his nose. He breathed in loving every second of it. "Well?" Being brought back to reality he asked, "Well what?" "Are you going to take this damn thing off me orwhat?" He couldn't help but chuckle at her impatience, like a child on Christmas morning. "Patience, my dear" he teased her.

"Fuck patience, take this off right now or I will" And before she could take the handkerchief off, he grabbed her wrists, pulled them behind her, and growled, "Don't test me." Knowing that tone all too well,she remained quiet and still. He never wanted to treat her like an opponent in the ring, but there were times when she pushed him too far. However, this would not be one of those times. He saw her take a breath and knew he made his point.

Since it was obvious he wasn't in any hurry to bring back her vision, she decided to rely on her other senses. She heard him talking to the limo driver off in the distance, so she knew he was still nearby. Laughter echoed through her ears, faint music tickled her fancy, and if she listened hard enough she could swear she heard running water.

The glorious smell of all kinds of food. Mainly steak. Her mouth began to water and her tummy gurgled as he looked over to her with sympathy. Enough is enough! Come on, when are we gonna go!!! She couldn't help it, everything smelled and sounded so good. He walked over and standing behind her watched as his fingers ran from the top of her curly blonde hair down to her nicely firm rounded ass.

His lips inches from her ear he softly asked, "Are you ready to go in?" "Yeah." she quietly said. He slowly brought his fingers to the black silk blindfold and untied it. She blinked a few times trying to regain her vision and what stood before her was unlike anything she had ever seen. It's haunting beauty taking you back to the 14th Century.

The walls were faded and sturdy, yet worn like many soldiers fatigued after battle. Vines crawling up the sides of the

castle as if they were in search of something. The lush greenery and an incredible fountain with its waters rushing towards a tremendous waterfall, inviting all to partake in its beauty. The castle stood high and mighty against a black sky filled with stars and a full moon illuminating it's backdrop. It truly was magnificent. "It's beautiful." She exclaimed. Smiling he held out his arm and commanded, "Come." With one look in his eye she felt as if they had been transported back into time. He the regal, yet ruthless king everyone admired and she, his loyal and devoted queen. Forever their

love shall reign. Taking his arm, he escorted her to the formal dining room.

Feeling the heat of the fire next to her and her tummy filled by a sumptuous dinner, she began to feel sleepy. He watched her as she began to get giddy. His eyes held hers with a passion she never felt before. Looking down at her glass she became nervous. He's beenin a strange mood all night. Thinking back to how this night began, she thought to herself he's not the quiet, laid back, goofy Mark she came to know and love. She has seen this side of him many times,

especially when she's met with him after a match, but he always breaks away from the "Undertaker" persona. This

time he didn't.

His eyes held an intensity that could not even begin to be measured. His normal husky baritone voice, was an octave or two lower, with just a hint of venom. His mannerisms were cold and calculating with just enough warmth to keep her by his side and his movements, slow and methodical, as if everything he did had a purpose to it. She watched as he finished his steak. Where was the man that was always done before she was? He looked up at her as he brought the piece of meat to his lips. She watched in fascination as he opened his mouth, licking the meat before closing his mouth, and sliding out the fork. Swallowing hard she lowered her eyes and reached for her glass of water as she began to sweat. His eyes danced with delight at the thought of how she will never forget this evening.

"Are you alright?" he sincerely asked. Clearing her throat, she said, "I'm fine." "Are you?" he smugly replied. Becoming slightly annoyed at his games she replied, "Actually I'm not. Who the hell are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?" He couldn't help but smile. "Surely you know who I am." "No, I don't. Mark, the man I love, would not walk away after getting an incredible blow job, and don't tell me it wasn't cause I saw the look of total and utter satisfaction on your face." Nothing could stop her now. She was on a roll. "Mark wouldn't have blindfolded me in a limo. He wouldn't have talked to me the way you have all night, and he certainly would have devoured his steak hours ago. So, I ask you again, what is going on?" She was simply adorable. How could he possibly tell her.

Once the elevator doors closed, he slammed her against the wall and passionately kissed her. As her arms wrapped

around his neck, his hands explored every inch of her body. Never breaking the kiss, he reached over and pulled the stop button. His fingers gathered the material of her dress and raised it. He quietly growled when they felt the heat and moisture gathering between her legs as he began to release the beast. Hearing his zipper go down was like a shot of

liquor straight to her brain. He raised her up above him and as she wrapped her legs around his small waist he thrust

himself between her walls. She cried out and he grunted in response.

"God you feel so good." She said breathlessly. He said nothing, focusing on the warm tightness that surrounded him. With every thrust he found himself deeper and deeper. Yet he still couldn't get enough. Visions of a bloodied Orton filled his head as he rammed her in time to the punches. The chants of Taker ringing in his ears. Filled with hatred he thought how dare this punk try to kill my legacy. Knowing he was ready to bring the young man home, he prepared for the chokeslam. As Orton stumbled right into his grip, she felt his hand wrap around her throat. Raising Orton high above his head, she felt him tightening his grip, and slamming him hard to the mat below. Seeing the fear in Orton's eyes only wet his appetite for more. He was gonna teach this young one a lesson he would never forget.

Continuing his frenzied pace she tried desperately to keep up with him. He easily lifted Orton up and prepared him for his most patent move. She could barely breath as his grip was tremendously tight. Down he went on his knees bringing Orton's head to the mat with a sickly thud. Grabbing both of Orton's arms, folding them to his chest, he rolled his eyes, and snaked out his tongue.

As he heard the 1,2,3 count he loudly growled his release like a wild animal. She opened her eyes and chills ran down her spine as she saw the whites of his eyes. Completely spent he released her and fell to his knees. Placing his head on her stomach he wrapped his arms around her silk clad waist. Not knowing what to do, she placed her hands on his head and held him.

Evil laughter broke the silence as she slowly closed her eyes. Not moving his head, he felt for the button, and released it. Feeling the jolt of the elevator brought a sense of joy to her terrified heart. As the doors slid open, he looked up at her with amusement. Raising himself up, he whispered, "That was amazing" and brushed his lips against

hers. "Mark?" She questioned. "Yeah?"

Sensing that everything was back to normal, she shook her head, and said with a sigh of relief, "I love you." As he draped his arm over her shoulder he smiled and said "I love you" and together they walked down the hall to join their friends at the Post Wrestlemania 21 Party.

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