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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,341
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Unreal
Disclaimer: Nope, we don’t own them. Wish we did. This never happened (well, to the best of our knowledge), it’s just a figment of our twisted little imaginations. And we do hope that you enjoy it. :-D
Authors’ note: We are using the Dracula model for this story. It’s just a silly, fun story, totally made up, so we’re not really sticking that closely to Stoker’s lore.
Unreal
By Ibonekoen and Redkitty
It was a hot summer night. No, hot didn’t even begin to describe it. In fact, sweltering inferno was more accurate.
Orlando Bloom lay in bed on top of the covers, wearing nothing more than a sheen of sweat. All the windows in the hotel room had been forced open, in the hopes that a cool breeze might drift in, but no such luck. There was a stillness to the air.
He was annoyed, to say the least. Of all the times for the air conditioning to break down, he thought.
He could hear the sounds of the city wafting in through the window. He listened to the cars drive by on the street below, hoping the sound would lull him to sleep, but it eluded him. It was just too hot and humid to sleep.
God, this is fucking miserable, he thought. His hair clung to his forehead in sweaty curls. He would’ve liked to get up and take a cold shower, but found he didn’t have the energy to move.
And then suddenly he had the strangest sensation of eyes watching him. He frowned, sitting up, then gasped. There, at the foot of his foot, stood a woman. She had long, flowing dark hair and wore a gauzy lavender gown. She was just staring at him.
Oddly enough, he didn’t feel frightened, only curious. “Who are you?” he asked.
Instead of answering his question, she began to remove her dress, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes widened as she climbed onto the bed and crawled toward him, straddling his hips.
“I’m dreaming,” Orli muttered. “I must be dreaming.”
He didn’t even remember falling asleep.
“Yes. You’re dreaming,” she whispered in an unearthly voice, dragging her hands down his chest, looking him over. “Such a beautiful man. I must have you.”
He shivered, staring up at her, mesmerized. Hot damn, this was a good dream.
“I’m yours,” he said breathlessly.
“Not yet,” she said, taking his manhood in her hand and guiding it inside her. “But you will be. This won’t hurt much. I promise.”
She smiled beckoningly, and something flashed at the corner of her mouth in the darkness. The curtains of the open window billowed with a sudden breeze that cooled the sweat on his skin.
He moaned, shivering slightly from the welcome breeze. He slid his hands down her sides until they rested on her hips.
He wondered fleetingly what she meant by it not hurting much, then pushed the thought out of his mind as he focused on the feel of her surrounding him as he thrust upward slightly.
“That’s it,” she coaxed, seeming to hardly respond at all to the penetration, other than looking at him like he was food. “Enter me. Lose yourself in me. Forget.”
She leaned forward slightly and touched one of the damp curls at his brow.
“What’s your name, young one?” she asked curiously.
“Orlando,” he said breathlessly. Forget her? No way. . .she was too beautiful to forget.
He moaned as he slid his hands up to cup her breasts, brushing his thumbs across her nipples as he began to move his hips in a slow rhythm.
“Orlando. . .” she repeated slowly, savoring the syllables. She licked her lips. “Orlando Orlando Orlando. . .yes, I like it.”
Her mouth parted slightly, and she moved toward him a bit before stopping and pulling herself back. Not yet.
“What would you like my name to be?” she asked, seeming a little uncomfortab
He loved the sound of nam name on her tongue and longed to hear it again.
“Liv,” he whispered, wondering why she’d pulled back. “But what’s your real name?”
He’d harbored a secret crush for his Lord of the Rings costar for some time, but had kept quiet since she was married.
“Shhhhh. . .” she soothed, pressing a finger against his lips. “You’re dreaming, remember? ‘Liv’ it is.”
She began riding him, seeming detached from the action, despite her expert movements.
Orlando moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he moved his hips in rhythm with hers. “Oh god, Liv,” he whispered, not noticing her lack of response. All that mattered was how incredible she was making him feel.
She smiled again, then leaned down into him and licked at his neck. Suddenly, her breathing became heavy and she mewled softly, resisting the urge to tear him apart and feast on the gore.
He shivered, tilting his head back unconsciously to give her more access. “Liv,” he moaned as he ran his hands up her back, his hips moving faster. “You feel amazing.”
“I. . .please you?” she responded haltingly, her language strangely dated. Waiting for his climax was becoming iculicult. She matched the movement of his hips, grinding against him hard, willing him over the edge.
“Oh god yes!” he cried, not even noticing her dated language. He thrust up into her hard, matching her rhythm. , I , I love you!”
He no longer had control of his body as he felt his climax beginning and he gripped her hips as he arched his back, crying out.
Her eyes flashed and she struck, diving at his neck and sinking her fangs into his vulnerable, trembling skin. She moaned as his blood filled her mouth, clinging to him with inhuman strength.
Orlando felt a brief flare of pain, but couldn’t really bring himself to care as his orgasm took him. He thrust upward, burying himself deeply within her as he moaned loudly. “Liv!”
This was the best fucking dream he’d had in a looooooooong time.
The woman moaned loudly as she drank from him, curling her fingers in his hair. Her touch was gentle, grateful, the immediacy draining away from her as she fed.
He moaned, his arms tightening around her waist as he clung to her, his body spent. “Liv,” he whispered. “You’re amazing.”
She moaned loudly and reluctantly pulled away, dragging her tongue over the puncture marks on his neck to stop the bleeding.
“Thank you,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Stay,” he murmured, his eyes drifting closed. “Don’t leave me, Liv.”
He could feel himself spiraling down into oblivion. . .wait, wasn’t he already asleep?
“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Orlando,” she whispered as the darkness overtook him. “Sweet dreams, my beautiful mortal.”
She kissed him softly, nicking his lip ever-so-slightly with one of her fangs.
******
Orlando awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the open windows. He groaned, throwing up a hand to shield his eyes, which seemed to be strangely sensitive to the light.
He rose from the bed with the intent of closing the curtains and felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over him. He shook it off and staggered over to the window, drawing the curtains closed.
He groaned, stumbling back toward the bed until he remembered why he’d come to New Zealand in the first place. The Return of the King premiere was that night, and he was supposed to meet his castmates for breakfast.
The phone next to the bed rang, the sound overly loud to his ears.
He winced, then picked up the phone, holding it to his ear. “‘Lo?” he mumbled.
“Orli? It’s Lij.”
Elijah Wood’s voice came through the phone, sounding puzzled.
“Did you forget about breakfast?” he asked.
“Sort of. I just woke up,” Orlando said, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”
God, he felt like shit. But then, he had just flown in from England the day before.
“It’s ten thirty,” Elijah said. “Everyone’s here but you. Are you okay? You don’t sound so good.”
“Yeah, fine,” Orlando mumbled. “Jet lag, mate.”
He rubbed back of his neck, then frowned, moving his hand forward to the side of his neck, brushing his fingertips across two small wounds. Where the hell had those come from?
His dream the night before came back to him and he briefly remembered a moment of pain when the woman--Liv, oh god, how was he supposed to even LOOK at her today?--had kissed his neck. It occurred to him that one did not usually feel pain in a dream. . .
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll you you guys. . .” He frowned. “Where am I supposed to meet you again?”
“O Do Don’t you like us anymore!?” Liv called out in the background, then laughed.
“Yeah, he’s a big star now,” Billy could be heard responding.
“The hospitality suite. Room 2112,” Elijah said, sounding concerned. “That’s some jetlag.”
Orlando felt himself blush. Oh god, Liv. . .he was just not going to think about his dream anymore. Well. . .not until tonight, at least.
“Oh yeah, right,” he said. “I’ve been tired lately, mate. Too many late nights. Ill be there in about fifteen, okay?”
Yeah, that should give him enough time to jump into the shower real quick. Hopefully he could shake this lethargy he felt.
“Yeah, okay, sure,” Elijah said, not sounding convinced.
“Ahhh! Orli! Viggo’s threatening to read Dutch poetry!” Liv shrieked in the background. “SAVE ME!”
Elijah laughed in spite of himself.
Orlando chuckled. “Tell Liv I’m coming to her rescue as soon as I grab me a shower and some coffee,” he told Elijah. “And don’t worry so much, little hobbit. I’m fine.”
Elijah made a frustrated sound.
“I’m only a hobbit when I’m wearing fee feet,” he insisted. “Just hurry up and get over here.”
He hung up, but not before Orlando heard Dom say “Ha ha, yer a hobbit!”
Orlando chuckled as he hung up the phone and shook his head. “Whoa,” he muttered as the room spun and he blinked, pressing the heel of his hand against his forehead. Man, this was the worst jet lag he’d ever had.
He pulled some clean clothes out of his suitcase, not even bothering to see if they matched, then stumbled toward the bathroom.
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