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Why Must I Be an Incubus in Love?	By : writearts2 Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Why Must I Be an Incubus in Love?
- 2-Chapter 2
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Author/Email: sandyg writearts2@verizon.net
Pairing: V/O
Rating: Nc-17 AU fantasy romance
Feedback: Never said no to it and I always appreciate it.
Summary: Orlando 1st person POV. AU headspace. The infatuated Orlando decides he’s not waiting around for his answers about Viggo. To Orlando’s amazement those answers might just kill him.
Contents: major hot M/M sex and lust
Mild Warning: If you hold strong traditional religious beliefs parts of this story might offend you. Just wanted to throw that out there.
Disclaimer: All words and deeds are fiction from my little old mind. The names are borrowed because for this tale I fancy the characters and want to expose them to different pleasures.

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How am I doing? Are you still with me, darlings? Yes, I truly enjoy this storytelling process. It’s a marvelous way to while away my days waiting for…

Oh no. Quick, clap fingers over my loose lips. Drat, I always did talk too much. I mean my mouth killed me, right? If I hadn’t cursed the abbot I would have been shamed but alive. But then I would have never met my Viggo so… things sometimes work out for the best.

In some subtle ways I still act like that stupid young layman. My attention span can prove miserably brief. I bore easy and when you’ve been around for hundreds of years trust me, unless you’re willing to seek out the new you tend to become bored. But I’m not as bad as I used to be, not at all.

Oh, here’s a funny notion for you. Layman. Think about that curious term, eh? The laymen were the usually illiterate, simple men who conducted the so-called worldly business for the ha, (excuse me while I emit a sardonic choke) oh-so-pious monks. I found this pithy definition on the Web: "a layman is someone who is part of a religious organization but who is not paid or specially trained." Yes, that nonsense sounds spot-on. I mean heavens, one didn’t need training to be fucked by a monk, right? How hard was it to roll over, spread your ass cheeks and experience sweaty pleasure?

Ever wonder where the term "to get laid" comes from? I certainly don’t. Hades, I believe laymen, well, former laymen like myself, invented that coarse term. By offering freely ourselves we truly thought we helped the, and I will repeat myself here, oh-so-pious monks from sinning with women. Granted plenty of church men had mistresses but the monks never appreciated unwanted brats. The well-off abbots and bishops had the luxury of either keeping their pregnant mistress in comfort and placing their child in the Church or, if said swelling mistress became feisty, declaring her a witch. Two problems solved for the price of one burning! Hallelujah!

Excuse me. I need to sip my wine. Like I said the hypocrisy makes me squirm in fury. What makes me turn positively purple in rage is the fact I bought into the wretched system until it killed me.

Yes, please, when you’re done laughing take a deep breath and cast a little pity my way. Hell’s Bell’s, I was a simple innocent! Regarding certain areas of this new age I think I still might be innocent. Come on, there’s nothing wrong with maintaining a little wide-eyed innocence.

Yes, imagine an ex-incubus making such an outrageous claim. No, I’m not insane. Nowadays I am far from that wretched state of mind. But back when my story took place… I think madness did visit me. Yes, I believe derangement cuddled against me and controlled me.

Now where was I? Oh yes, Viggo... Hades, I love that curious name. I even love how it looks when I type it on this glowing screen. The V describes his broad shoulders down to his waist, the I, well, perhaps that stands for his long, strong cock, the G’s… no, lower case. "gg" Yes, they represent Viggo’s grand balls. And the O, well… that stands for me, the alluring Orlando. Yes, here is the epic story of O which ends with ViggO. Perfect!

Yes, I love everything associated with the name Viggo.

How can I not? I’m just a simple ex-incubus and he’s, well… shhh. There I go again!

But you don’t want to hear me rhapsodizing over my precious Viggo. Although I could go on for days. No, you want more story. You want the juicy, salacious (such a wonderful word) details. I know allllll about the tabloid culture so I must keep up the dramatic titillation. I certainly don’t want to be upstaged by some skanky rich tart’s sex video!

I hear and obey my audience. Time to tap more words in with my slow pointer fingers. Please, did you think an ex-incubus owned secretarial skills? Hardly.

See you later, sweet kittens!

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Before my next modeling session I arrived early and inquired where did the janitor hide out? Basement level; ye Gods, how original. Very well. I descended and peered into a cluttered yet decidedly organized office filled with tricks of my target’s trade. Two battered desks occupied each wall like warring armies braced for an attack. A bespectacled young man with "Harry" neatly stitched onto a worn but clean gray work shirt glanced up from a comic book then his watery blue eyes stared at me in near alarm. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I was looking for the head janitor?"

"Viggo Mortensen?"

Not Dreyer. Mortensen. Oh supreme joy! The important news comforted my anxious mind. Yes, a lyrical Nordic name to match that lovely Nordic face. "Yes, I’m looking for Viggo." I offered the pale boy a warm smile.

"Erm, last I heard he was working in the third floor pottery studio. A kiln seized up so he’s fixing the wiring." Harry abruptly looked oddly defensive. "And Viggo’s not really the head janitor; he’s more the head electrician. He’s clever with his hands. Viggo is a true master of wiring. He can fix anything."

I just bet he could and I hoped he could adjust my lust. Hmm, my nosy allure told me that someone suffered from a heavy case of hero worship. I think not, little boy. Instead of bitch-slapping him I smiled again. "Of course. Thank you, Harry."

Harry nodded, returned to his comic and casually dismissed me. My fine nostrils flared in annoyance. What a rude little chit! Obviously my supernatural charm didn’t extend to his narrow-minded world. I almost wanted to tease Harry but I didn’t need him panting at my ancient heels. No, let the strange, pale lad fumble along on his own. Yes, my wicked allure sensed virginal territory just begging to be conquered. As of now Harry’s main date consisted of his hands. Mmm, how easy to..

No. Stop it. Leave him be, you ancient slut. You knew panting puppies always caused trouble. Remember that ridiculous stalker in Florence?

All right, consider me chastised. Harry remained intact. Beside, he probably didn’t deserve to die.

Before I entered the pottery realm I ducked into the men’s room. In anticipation of the chase I had wrapped my perfect body in a torso-defining blue silk shirt and tight black cotton pants. I mean tight to the point of spray-painted against my narrow hips. I looked extremely hot.

To complete my look I artfully tousled my thick dark brown hair so one killer curl casually strayed against my smooth forehead. I bit my lower lip to make it appear red and sex-starved.

The mirror told me I defined sexual perfection. Ha, mirror, tell me something new. Now came the tricky part. Deep breaths. Inverse, seek… there! I trapped my allure and locked the hungry emotion away. I wanted to do this on my own, as Orlando Bloom, sexy male, not Orlando the alluring incubus. I savored the challenge.

Once on the third floor I casually peered around. Since I could be a grad student everyone ignored me. Ahh, I saw the kilns lurking in the far left corner. When I walked back a pair of thick-soled brown work boots pointed at me. Moving quietly I paced over and gazed admiringly at that healthy wave of straight hair. The strands looked soft and clean; obviously my janitor wasn’t a slob. "Viggo?"

Viggo’s head jerked up from the floor. Those wide light eyes fixed on me then a slightly crooked smile appeared. "Hey, it’s the naked model. What are you doing up here?"

I turned on my best smile and seductively ran my tongue over my lower lip. "Looking for you, handsome." When I wanted someone playing coy never sat well with me.

Low rich chuckles washed over me. "Well now, you don’t mess around, do you? I half hoped another light bulb might blow so I could come to the drawing studio again and enjoy the pretty view." Viggo pushed away from the kiln, sat up and held his slightly grubby hand toward me. "Viggo Mortensen."

I dropped into a flat-footed squat and accepted his strong hand in my fingers. Before I squeezed I lightly ran my fingers over the callused warmth. Lovely. "Hello, Viggo. I’m Orlando Bloom."

"Lofty name, yeah, right poetic sounding. Italian? You look sorta Italian but you sound British."

Interesting. According to my half-mad Mother my absentee Father had been a randy Italian troubadour who plucked her innocence like a lute string. As I continued holding Viggo’s hand I uttered my standard response. "Well, I do have Italian blood in me but I’m British. I arrived in the States a few years ago. I assume you’re of Nordic descent?"

"Danish on my Dad’s side but raised in upstate New York." Viggo cocked his delicious chin toward me. I swear his dimple winked my way. "So you stand around naked for the students. Why are you looking for me?"

I let my lust flow free. "I adore your perfect face." I slowly squeezed his strong hand again.

Viggo choked on his laugh and arched one brow. "Is that a fact? Well now, I liked what I saw of you, Orlando and well, I saw plenty." Viggo’s wide eyes narrowed briefly then his husky voice abruptly swerved toward the North Pole. He pulled his hand free from my grasp. "So are you slumming or what?"

Viggo’s hard words briefly disengaged my lusting mind. What a bitter response. Defense instantly coated me. "Not at all. Aren’t I allowed to speak to the electrician? Do we live in feudal times or perhaps this is Victorian England?" Bah, neither era had proved much fun.

In a blink Viggo relented and offered me another adorable smile. "Sorry to act huffy. Sometimes I get flirted with but nothing happens."

"Well I want something special to happen. Matter of fact I want you to meet me after my modeling gig and come home with me. Is that offer direct enough for you?" My moist gaze extended a heady sexual invite.

Viggo’s full lips quirked in subtle amusement. "I hear you loud and clear, Orlando. Luckily I have no plans like a bowling game or a night out drinking cheap beer with the boys so yeah, what the hell, I’ll tag along home with you."

Oh this man’s subtle mockery intrigued me. "Come fetch me at the studio, all right? The class ends at 5:30."

"Will do, Orlando." For a few seconds Viggo’s direct gaze examined me then his fingers flicked out and stroked my right knee. "Now if you’ll kindly excuse me I gotta magically repair this malfunctioning kiln or I’ll be read the legendary riot act ten different ways by Professor Stoddard. He’s such a cranky pisser." Viggo winked at me and shifted back to his work.

Before I stood my own searching gaze examined Viggo’s sturdy thighs then it wandered to his manly crotch. Even Viggo’s bland khaki work pants couldn’t disguise his potent force. How fine. A slow smile followed. This man looked like Stephan, and the low husky timbre in his voice mimicked Stephen’s sexy tones but his open soul felt nothing like Stephan’s. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with Mr. Viggo Mortensen.

Aside from take him home with me, strip him naked and make him adore me.

To my chagrin my modeling annoyed me. I barely made it through the class. My whirling thoughts fixed on the mysterious Viggo. What exactly was I getting into here?

After I dressed I hovered in the now deserted hallway. This early in the new semester students rarely stayed late; there was no need. 25 tense minutes passed. Hmm, had I been stood up by the handsome one? Ahh, I sighed in relief. Viggo walked toward me, he now dressed in a snug aquamarine T-shirt and well-worn tight jeans that left little to my happy imagination. It took all my will not to drop and worship his solid thigh muscles.

His hands fluttered in apology. "Sorry for being late; that kiln proved to be quite a stubborn old bitch. So it’s right to your place? No wooing each other over drinks and dinner?"

More subtle sarcasm. I shrugged and smiled. "No. If you wish you can woo me as we walk."

Viggo’s piercing gaze drilled into me. He slowly shook his head then he smiled in true confusion. "What is it about you, Mr. Orlando Bloom? I don’t believe I’ve ever met someone like you before. Hey, can I kiss you right now? I always like to know if a beautiful guy appreciates the fine art of kissing. I’m damned fond of the act."

So was I. In response I smiled and pursed my lips. Come here, big boy. As he leaned close Viggo pressed his full lips to mine and I opened ever so slightly, just to feel his spirit better. Curiosity washed over me. Careful, don’t…

Angels on High! I jerked back and gasped in complete alarm. My knees barely held me upright. A startled Viggo stepped back, sucked in his breath and dazedly shook his head.

I gave.

I GAVE my life energy to a human without even trying!

Why?

In the sudden silence Viggo blinked in confusion. Words stammered free.. "O-O-Orlando, erm, wow… did you feel that? I-I felt like something… wow. Did we step on a faulty wire? No, that’s impossible. There’s nothing here that would cause such a thing. But… shit… I…" Since he had no concept of what just happened to him poor Viggo anxiously peered down at the floor. His thick hair now almost swayed in fresh vitality.

My shaking fingers drifted up to touch my slack lips. Shock invaded me. I gave my life force to Viggo!

Why? How?

Viggo looked up from examining the floor, shrugged, then he stared at me. "I don’t know what… my God, Orlando, are you all right? Do you need to sit down? You look real shaky." He reached toward me.

No. I defensively held up my hands then I leaned against the wall. Please don’t touch me just yet. "Viggo, I’m fine, it’s just…so you felt that strange… surge."

Now Viggo smiled in wonderment. "I sure as hell did. I kissed you and it was like a little zap entered me. Made me feel all tingly. I gotta say if that’s what kissing you is like then let’s run to your place right now."

Well, that wasn’t my normal kissing style. Glad you enjoyed it so much. I enjoyed the kiss until I released without reason. What in Belail’s Flaming Chariot just happened to me? Why? As my thoughts tripped over each other I offered Viggo a tight smile and stiffly gestured. "Let’s go. It’s not far, over at A and 11th."

I gave. That had never, ever happened to me, especially without my active consent.

During the walk to my loft I kept well away from Viggo. We hardly even spoke. Not the most auspicious beginning, eh? I felt Viggo’s gaze stroke my cheek but since he sensed my remoteness he tactfully remained silent.

Hades, so much for the wooing.

"Home sweet home."

Viggo stepped out of the revamped industrial elevator and stared around my spacious 8th floor loft. As I watched Viggo admire the sweeping room a low whistle escaped his full lips. "So you can afford this space on a modeling salary? Man, I’m in the wrong fuckin’ profession."

A laugh escaped me, the first since that odd kiss. "Hardly. I’ve money in the bank."

"Family money?"

"Yes."

That same cold hardness entered Viggo’s voice. "So rich, young Orlando is over in New York playing at being a dilettante until Mommy and Daddy jerk him back home to the family. And you say you’re not slumming?"

His hard words drove me to honesty. I trained my sharp gaze into his lovely eyes. "Viggo, who hurt you so badly? That’s the second time you’ve aimed such a cruel remark at me. I don’t think I’ve done anything to you to deserve that so…"

Viggo dropped his firm chin toward the floor then he groaned in self-annoyance. "Ah Orlando, forgive me for acting snappy. I…shit, five months ago I told myself I’d never become involved with someone from Parsons again and here I am with you." His sad expression turned completely lost. "Call me an old sucker for the pretty rich boys just out for a little fun. I think they like to see what being fucked by a common Joe feels like before they settle down with their trophy wives. And I’m stupid enough to let them use me."

Oh Viggo, if only you knew the truth… Instead of feeling insulted I shrugged and ran my fingers over his broad chest. Good, nothing odd happened. "Viggo, I’m not a boy. I’m 27, all right? There’s no parents waiting at home to snap my financial purse shut and I’m hardly going to marry. I do as I like with whom I like for as long as I like and right now I’d like to kiss you again." My hands pulled Viggo’s erotic warmth close. Damn, I almost winced in anticipation. All right, this time we kissed like normal, hungry males.

Or at least Viggo did.

Something in his sweet kiss made me… I don’t know but…Viggo even tasted familiar! My tongue examined his savory male flavor, mmm, so heady and rich. A wicked flashback rattled me so hard I gasped against his superb lips and went limp.

"Orlando?" A low chuckle brushed my long dark hair. Strong fingers massaged my tense back. "Man, you have the strangest reaction to my kisses. I don’t know if that’s good or bad."

I drew back and shook my head. Before I could self-censor my words broke free. "Viggo, you remind me so much of my first lover it scares me."

Viggo arched his shaggy brows and whispered, "Not to repeat myself but I don’t know if that’s good or bad."

"Both."

We stared at each other and began laughing. Viggo’s sexy grin nearly made me come. "Fair enough, Orlando. All right, how is it good?"

"You look exactly like him; Stephan was Nordic, handsome and heroic like a divine mythical King the wandering bards might sing about. My tongue tells me you even taste like him, spicy and sexy. But you don’t act like him, damn, I… he… betrayed me and you… don’t have that ugliness in you." Enough, Orlando! Damn, what was wrong with you tonight? Why don’t you just tell Viggo you killed to exist? Dolt!

My new obsession’s observant light gaze washed over me. "How do you know that detail about me?"

Honesty again. "I can feel it."

"I see. Well, what’s bad about the situation?"

More unbidden honesty crept free. My faded voice imitated frail silk left out in the consuming sun. "You… you still scare me."

Viggo’s large palms cupped my cheeks then he gently ran his thumbs against my sensitive under eye flesh. Hades, his feathery touch felt sweetly compelling. His next smile captured a weary sadness. "I scare you? There’s nothing scary about me, Orlando. I am a 45 year old electrician who commutes from Queens every morning to patch and repair what I can. I used to partner in a small business but, in the classic stupid worse case scenario, my own partner ripped me off cause I trusted him to do the bookkeeping. So now I just play it safe and work for the Man. I’m feeling myself fade so when I can catch a young man’s eye I let myself be enchanted and used. Guess I’m dumber than I look. Oh, and I never betray people. Just don’t have it in me so you’re right feeling that about me." As Viggo spoke he caressed his hands down my neck and across my shoulders then he slowly rubbed his nose against mine. "Well, now I know why you acted so strange during the walk here." His serious tone turned more playful. "So, you cutie, can we try this kissing thing again without you reacting so weirdly?"

Since I didn’t know how to react to his unexpected speech my lips lunged close and frantically drank Viggo’s sublime taste in. Yes, amazing, I had no urge to even steal a second from this humble beauty. Instead I let… ohh…an ever so slight…yes, small pulse leave me.

Viggo instantly moaned in intense pleasure. His fair eyelashes fluttered in surprise. "Man, Orlando, kissing you makes me feel awake. You’re better than caffeine. Wow. I don’t believe I’ve ever kissed someone quite so special."

For some reason I felt the same astonishing way about this simple man. My lips began kissing Viggo like he might dissolve into broken atoms and escape me. Before I knew it my legs moved of their own violation and lifted to longingly wrap around Viggo’s broad waist. I jammed my eager crotch against his bulging hardness and tried merging with him right through the stupid cloth.

Viggo’s surprised grunt sounded then his laugh tickled my tongue. He pulled free from kissing me just long enough to speak. "Baby, I assume you have a bed in here or should we roll around on the floor?"

He called me baby. How adorable! I poked my tongue tip into his dimple. "Let’s use the bed first. Walk straight back, then up five steps." My lips returned to the sensual attack. By some demented miracle Viggo only rammed us into the sectional couch. His navigational radar proved to be in fine shape. Whoa… my strong man stumbled over the last step and crashed our bodies onto my large bed. We skidded on the red silk sheets. Even when our teeth clicked together it only slowed us down for a second. Neither of us wanted to halt kissing. Viggo raised the stakes by sensually rubbing his face against mine. Damn, yes, ohh, my tongue licked stubbly flesh then my teeth nibbled his thick hair tangling against my nose. My hands tried reshaping his manly spine.

By the Ancient Serpent, I wanted Viggo in a violent way. Time to move along; Hades, I needed to feel everything about this curious man. I slithered out from his wet embrace, sat up and yanked Viggo up by a fistful of his T-shirt. Next my fingers ripped Viggo’s T-shirt free from his jeans. Wait… why did Viggo almost appear startled, yes, almost scared? He obediently held up his strong arms but the moment his shirt tossed across the floor Viggo grabbed my sharp chin and closely examined my face.

I moaned in frustration but remained in his grasp. "Viggo, what’s wrong?"

More confused blinking danced toward me then Viggo shook his head. "Orlando, this is gonna sound nutty but for a second I swore you looked… odd. You looked… different, I dunno, scary. Like a wild animal about to attack."

Damn, damn, damn, had I briefly turned feral demon? What the hell was wrong with me today? I made sure my next brilliant smile rivaled the beginning autumn sunset. "Mere trick of the light, Viggo. I’m so hungry for you I’m going mad with lust." Not far from the truth. "Get these stupid jeans off. I want to see you." I let Viggo fumble madly with his belt buckle. I yanked free from my short sleeved silk shirt and raked off my own tight trousers.

Once naked Viggo sprawled back against the tangled sheets and shot me another mocking grin. His fingers patted his slightly loose belly. "Not the best but not the worst, right? I gotta watch the beer-drinking or I’m gonna grow a gut."

Hades, this sweet man had no idea how desirable he was to me. Beauty, thy name was Viggo. "In Goldilocks’ immortal words you are just right for me." I slithered against every warm inch of Viggo’s flesh and began roughly licking his lightly-furred chest. My teeth captured his nipples and made them salute me. My happy mouth descended down to his adorable belly and yes, I bit, sucked, merged with his flesh. Viggo’s warm skin tasted divine, yes, sweat, masculine headiness and something unique bathed my seeking tongue. Did loyalty and goodness possess a true flavor? I think I tasted such concepts welling from Viggo’s mature flesh.

The unusual flavor dazzled me. It lit a flame in my old heart and made me feel safe.

Viggo contented himself by frantically dancing his fingers over my long hair and slight shoulders. I nuzzled and licked my way down to his thick, enchanting cock. A definite ass-buster. I teased my tongue against Viggo’s subtle blue-green veins. Was there ever such a road map to true nirvana? My tongue swiftly traced each blood-filled road into infinity. As I nuzzled deeper my tongue flicked at his heavy balls. They tensed and said hello to my tongue. I gently took Viggo’s firm right orb into my mouth and bathed the musky flesh in my mouth juice. Oysters. Ha, slurping on a man’s nuts reminded me of plump, juicy oysters. At the abbey we had received them as a holiday treat. I loved rolling them around against my tongue. Now my contented mouth savored Viggo’s hot man oyster.

Some things never changed, eh?

Viggo yelped in pleasure and anxiously massaged my shoulders. Choking laughter sounded. "Damn, Orlando, ohhh… don’t bite down!"

I released that happy ball, gave his other tasty nut equal playtime then I smiled up at his lust-contorted face. "Viggo, I’m not that silly. Forgive me for rushing our first time but I want you in me. I need you in me." I truly did.

"I have no problem with that idea, pretty one. We can play exploration later." Viggo grinned, gripped my arms and hauled me close. My excited body rammed against his solid warmth. He felt so secure, so… safe. Why?

We wrestled more, kissing, caressing and exchanging positions. Once on my back I reached over and opened my small clay jar of special Greek warming lube. As I massaged the slickness onto Viggo’s eager cock he gasped in surprise. "Oooo, that feels so good!"

"Sexy, eh? Now…"

Viggo pressed his solid palm into my lower belly and halted my movement. He reached over, scooped up lube and teased the dampness around my clenching asshole. I quivered in delight and arched my hips up toward him. When Viggo’s strong fingers began gently stretching me open my fingers gripped the carved headboard. I cried out in endless pleasure. The lube’s singing warmth spread inside me, tweaking my secret depths.

Viggo teased me further, his forceful lips now nuzzling my cock’s weeping head. His husky voice shaded into rough desire. "You own a pretty cock, Orlando. Then again everything about you is so, erm, sleek and lovely. Yeah, fuck, you’re the prettiest guy I’ve ever touched. You look delicate and fine but I think you’re plenty tough."

My fingers jerked forward and scrambled through Viggo’s thick, soft hair. "It’s time for you to see if my opening is just as fine." I needed to know something…

"Man, you are an impatient beauty! All right…"

I wanted to make sure I felt every last sensation. Time for one of my old tricks. My fingers gripped my thighs, spread my legs wide and offered my stretched opening to Viggo’s potent cock. His eyes widened in sincere appreciation. "Interesting technique, Orlando."

"Show me yours, Viggo."

Viggo grinned in excitement and jammed his broad palms under my tight ass. His act hiked my hips up even further. Once his knowing hands controlled me Viggo bounced on his strong thighs then he lightly teased his wet cock tip against my opening.

I whimpered in lust. My devouring ass lunged forward and tried capturing that teasing flesh. Instead of ravaging me Viggo uttered seductive laughter and continued stroking his erect cock against my flesh. "You want me in you real bad, Orlando. Tell me why. What’s driving you?"

Devils Below, I couldn’t tell him the truth! "Because I think I could fall in love with you." Where did that outrageous statement come from? Truth, help me, I felt my wild words as pure truth. I must have gone mad!

Viggo’s hard flesh bumped me again but now he frowned. His angry head shake sent his fair hair spinning into the air. Now his husky voice struck harsh cold sparks against my hot flesh. "Don’t you fuck with me, Orlando, no, not about love."

"Fuck you, I’m not! Stop mistrusting me! You have no right to…ahhhhh…" As I spoke I maniacally thrust forward and succeeded in shoving Viggo’s hard cock in me for about two inches. I’d been around too long not to have a few prime sexual tricks in me. Blasted Hades, the abrupt penetration felt so right. I clenched down in fierce little pulses and tried pulling Viggo’s thick cock deeper.

At feeling himself captured within me Viggo looked stunned. For a second I feared he might pull free but instead he slowly, teasingly worked himself inside of me until his heavy balls met my straining ass. Viggo stopped and steadily gazed down at my ecstatic face. Something in my yearning expression made him smile in glee.

My new lover bounced back and thrust forward hard.

I howled in profound pleasure and whipped my thick hair against my burning cheeks. My hands somehow maintained their stony grip on my quivering thighs. This position demanded energy but the strained stretch made me feel heightened erotic sensations. Viggo smoothly worked his flesh into me, yes, my janitor might call himself dumber than he looked but fuck, somehow he knew how to love me beyond reason. I abandoned my usual mental control and wallowed in Viggo’s total physical mastery. It had been…, pleeeassee, ahh, dismal ages since someone made me feel so complete.

My primal mind whispered no ever made you feel this complete. But how could this be?

I wasn’t going to last long, no, my own long cock dripped and jerked against my lower belly.

A strong hand wrapped around my happy cock then rough fingers tapped and teased my sensitive flesh.

That did it. My balls tensed, ahhh, nnng…let go! I spiraled out into my pulsing universe, shuddering while still being filled over and over by hot, hard flesh. Viggo owned me. He crushed me into welcome sensuality.

Then it happened.

No!

NO!

A strange pathetic shudder rippled through my lusting body. Power surged, coiled like a deranged cobra and struck out the wrong way.

My stolen life force flowed into Viggo’s human body.

A gasping Viggo twitched in shocked glory and flung his head back. He snapped his head forward and released a hoarse grunt. Sheer ecstasy swarmed across his handsome features. Instead of coming Viggo began pumping into me with savage strokes, almost as if he felt he could mine the intense feeling gripping his body. My life force strengthened him into a sensual frenzy.

Ahhh… no, please, no…I felt like a helpless faucet with a broken washer. I must stop this flow, I had to… a strange prickling weakness bit at my mind, fizzed, destroyed... No! Wait. Suddenly I didn’t care. I… a blissful warmth welled up toward me. A shining strand from Viggo’s soul twined with mine, created, flexed, then grandly blossomed into something unique.

I had never felt so safe and loved. Viggo’s goodness, mmm, his blessed inner humanity struck me. I thought only true saints held such untainted power. But why was Viggo draining me? I… did the residual humanity in my body respond to Viggo’s inherent goodness and try killing my resident demon? Agggghhhhh….

Too bad, if I died everything died. No. Tried stopping the flow… tried resisting the manic temptation to cleave to Viggo’s loving warmth… Nooo! There… I mentally followed the flowing source and slowly, gently shut my energy flow down. I didn’t want poor Viggo going into shock.

Even after I contained my energy Viggo maintained his furious assault. A lusting cry ripped from his throat then my energized lover flooded into me. Somehow even Viggo’s rich orgasm felt all the more potent, the force exploding in frantic mad colors. I felt like a demented rainbow swelled into me. I expected my skin to suddenly swirl with vivid color.

After spending himself Viggo fell atop of me and hoarsely panted in shocked stress. My transfixed fingers finally released my tired thighs; shit, I had forgotten how hard I gripped myself. Was I bleeding from my own nail rips? Yes indeed, red coated my fingertips. There, see, you had your color. After I wiped them on the sheet my fingers caressed Viggo’s hair; I swear his silky thickness felt more luxurious.

Viggo finally regained his breath and glanced up at me in awe. His light blue eyes positively sparkled in merriment. "Tell me something, Orlando; is fucking you always such a wild thrill? I think you nearly did me in. I… mean, fuck, you…just… shit, I can’t even find the right words to describe what just happened to me. I think I’m in love."

I helplessly laughed until I could hardly breathe. Oh, I was either in love or in terrible danger.

Madness.

I totally confused poor Viggo. After all that extreme fucking and giving my old soul felt pummeled. So I told my handsome man I felt exhausted and needed to sleep. I hated seeing how hurt Viggo looked so I invited him back tomorrow night. In fact I impulsively invited Viggo to spend the entire weekend with me. My coherent mind stood to one side and shook its head. I acted so irresponsibly.

My sudden offer made my Viggo look much more positive. I could tell the energized man felt ready to fuck me all night long. Viggo’s entire muscular body somehow looked more virile and erect. And… my new lover’s handsome face positively beamed with life energy. What had I done to Viggo?

And why didn’t I hate him for it?

Once I almost pushed my divine human attacker out the door and into the elevator I collapsed on my couch and succumbed to the sick soul shakes. By rights I should be packing and preparing to flee far from Viggo’s strange untainted power.

Bah, chopping off my left hand proved easier. How I wished I could sit down with a learned theologian and discuss this bizarre event. What did it mean? Why did I give to Viggo again?

Did I love Viggo? How? Was I still capable of traditional love? God, something odd churned within me, yes, the long-forgotten emotion boiled and badgered me. This emotion traveled far beyond Viggo’s physical resemblance to Stephan. My mind could only seize on one thought; Viggo was truly a good man. A simple, generous, good man. Therefore he could take from me yet still bring me searing pleasure. I held little defense against Viggo’s inherent goodness. Face it, I usually avoided truly good people. My inner self-defense system kept me away from them.

Yet for some reason Viggo’s ability to use me intoxicated me. Viggo now held power over me, an ancient demon, and he didn’t even know it. He controlled an incubus’ dark soul. I felt like a thrall yet a willing one. I touched had true, saint-caliber goodness and the feeling instantly addicted me.

Hades, what was I going to do now?

I wanted Viggo too much to protect myself. How sick did that sound? Viggo made my self-preservation, always one of my strengths, roll over and grovel like a stupid puppy begging for a treat.

How could one damned be damned all over again? Damned by a lover’s sublime goodness? How the hell could that be possible?

The cosmic joke spun on and on.

I didn’t appreciate it.

TBC
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