Taker and Steph are their own person, I'm just playing around with them.

Stephanie was patrolling the arena, making the last check tour. There were some crew members staying for the night, to remove the ring and more. She was checking if there was wrestlers still in the arena. She sighed deeply seeing there was one left : Mark, alias The Undertaker.

She knocked on the door of his lockerroom, and entered without waiting for an answer. She froze. Mark was sleeping on the bench in boxers, his naked feet flat on the floor, his body too wide and too big for the bench.

Steph felt her mouth go dry and suddenly wet. She has always had a bit of crush on him, even as she was happily married. Mark let out a small moan and stroked his chest before letting his hand fall. Steph knew she had to wake him up, his health was giving him troubles, and obviously he had been too tired to even dress. She walked to him slowly, and shook his shoulder gently. He grunted and caught her arm from the hand furthest to her and pulled her across his body.

"Little Stephanie... Don't you know it's dangerous to wake a deadman up ?"

"Mark !"

She was laying on him, body length against body length. Mark cupped her face.

"Princess... I've been waiting for you..."

"What ?"

"I know about your last checking tour. Decided to wait up for you"

"You were hoping to get lucky"

"You seem to love the buffet. You looked at me as if I was a good piece of steak."

"You've imagined it, Deadman ! I'm married to one of your coworker, and I'm happil-"

Mark thought that talking was overrated and kissed her, his goatee stroking her chin as his lips firmly applied against Steph's. She was flabbergasted he would dare do this. It was known that Mark and her husband Paul disliked each other greatly and she didn't want to be caught in the middle. She figured Mark was doing this to get back to Paul for something. Mark took benefit of her confusion to slip his tongue into her mouth and stroke it to hers. He felt her starting to kiss him back, no doubt remembering the kisses they shared when they were younger.

Steph could feel his hardening cock poking into her stomach and he broke the kiss looking at her through hooded eyes.

"I want you" he declared in a sultry voice, and he sat up to unbutton her shirt. She was in his lap, their hips pressing together. He was huge. Even on his lap, she barely reached her shoulder, and her arm couldn't encircle him. He stroked her shirt away from her, and unhooked her bra.

He gave a genuine smile as he weighted her full breasts. "Perfect" he whispered before kissing her hungrily.

Steph kissed him back, not wanting to think about what she was doing, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. She knew Mark was not a man to be caged in a relationship, his divorces and endless flings were proof of it. She knew it meant nothing to him. She knew it and accepted it. Plus, from rumors, Mark was a real good lover and she wanted to enjoy the moment.

Mark felt her grinding her groin onto his erected cock. She got up and removed her jeans and panties, feeling Mark's heated gaze on her. He got up, joined and kissed her, his big hands cupping her delicate face, his lips nudging hers open to ease access for his tongue. He removed his boxers bending at the waist.

"I want you", she repeated, using his words. "I want you so much."

"For years... Since that black wedding, I have been wanting you from afar. My Big Evil days... When I was being your protector..." He smirked. "I'd have fucked you gladly."

Stephanie hugged him. "So long ?"

"Yes..."

Finally, their flesh touched. Mark lifted her face and kissed her, leading her to the bench. He made her sit, and knelt in front of her. She stroked her neck lovingly, kissing him again.

"Spread your legs"

She did, a shiver of pure lust going down her spine. Mark's tongue had been an object of fantasy of hers for years. She felt him go down on her, proving she wasn't wrong in her dreams. Using the flat of his tongue to part her folds, the tip of her tongue to tease her clit and to enter her, his goatee, his moustache and nose touching her sex in waves of delirious sensations. Mark licked his way up to her mouth, kissing her hungrily, making her yearn for more. Her lower body was burning. Wetness was running down her thighs, coating Mark's goatee and mouth, and she was tasting herself on him. He grabbed her waist, and pulled her forward, making her straddle his hips, and sit down on his cock. Stephanie gasped out at feeling her sex being stretched out so suddenly. He settled her down at the lowest he could without hurting her, supporting her weight. She hugged his neck tight, nestling her face in his neck. Her breaths were short and erratic and he lowered her down to the floor, pining her down with his hips, hovering over her. He kissed her, arching his back to do because of his height. He put his elbows over her head to support his big weight.

He made love to her, kissing her, her lips, her throat. His long black hair appearing like a curtain of darkness around them, closing them up in their own little world. He lasted as much as he could, riding their orgasm, the tensing of their body... He looked into her eyes and let himself go. He rested his big body next to her small one, their legs entangled and felt a rush of coldness as his limping cock slid out from her warm shelter.

"You ok... Princess ?"

Her answer was to roll him on his back and pecking his lips.

"Very fine, Deadman" She smiled against his lips and she got up, smiling more at his sprawled form, sperm and juices coating his thighs and groin. "You need a shower, Mark"

"You too, Princess"

"I'll take it in my hotel room. Paul's out with Randy and John tonight."

"No chance for you to join me ?"

She laughed. "Not a chance in hell, Deadman"

Mark smiled graciously and got up, pecking her lips, and took his soap from his bag.

"Tomorrow... you'll make another round like tonight ?" He asked.

"Of course."

"I'll be waiting for you, then !"

He winked at her and went into the showerstall. Her laugh came to him as she exited.

END.