Waiting impatiently for HTTYD2 to be released? Let's see what Hiccup & Astrid have been up to in the interim:
Astrid had modified her wardrobe for
dragon-riding. A young Viking woman of
Astrid's age would have typically worn a long linen shift with a wool
overdress, but long skirts and loose clothing were impractical for manoeuvring,
let alone fighting, on dragonback. She
wore instead boots, leggings, a short skirt, and a snug knit shirt, over which
she could put armour, a harness for carrying weapons, or, for more peaceful
rides, warm fur and leather. Her belt
always held a knife (and her boot a spare) and a line with a clip on the end
that attached to Stormfly's saddle to prevent them parting company during some
of their more gymnastic aerial manoeuvres.
As Astrid pulled her arms out of the
sleeves of her shirt and let it fall to the ground, Hiccup stared at the linen
breast binding she wore underneath.
Before he could wonder how it worked, Astrid's fingers had deftly undone
a small knot in the front and she began to unwrap it. Like a
present, Hiccup thought, the present
of a lifetime for me. Astrid stopped
unwrapping herself and caught Hiccup's eye.
She blushed at the intensity of his gaze but carried on with the idea
that had just occurred to her. With a
small smile she held out the end of the linen binding to Hiccup, who took it
bemusedly, and slowly turned on the spot.
As Astrid spun, Hiccup watched in fascinated anticipation as her chest
expanded with each revolution. After
seconds that he remembered as hours whenever he replayed the moment in his head
later, he tugged the end of the linen wrapping and it fell away from where it
was sticking to her damp skin. Hiccup
stood with the wide linen ribbon loosely gathered in his hands, transfixed by
the miracle before him. Astrid was slim
and muscular, but genetics inclined Viking women to be well-endowed for their
size, and Astrid was no exception. It
had never occurred to Hiccup that there was more to her breasts than the slight
bumps under her shirt, but that had never bothered him. This rose-tipped bounty was beyond his
wildest fantasies. He'd touched her
chest inadvertently (or accidentally-on-purpose) many times during training,
and the area of her breasts had seemed hardly less solid and muscular than the
rest of her. Now he knew that what he
had felt through her shirt was the tight linen binding, not her flesh.
Astrid's arms crossed self-consciously,
half-hiding, half squeezing her liberated bosom. Hiccup had neither moved nor spoken, and she
found the unblinking intensity of his eyes fixed directly on her breasts
disconcerting.
"They're small, I know," she
mumbled. Then, in a stronger, more
defensive voice, " I hope you don't mind."
It took Hiccup a beat to process what
Astrid had said. When he shifted his
gaze up to meet hers, she was surprised by the naked desire in his face.
" I…they're…what?! They're huge.
They're perfect…..I had no idea…" Forming coherent thoughts was oddly
challenging for him.
Astrid burst out laughing and her arms fell
away. "They're certainly not huge,
not by Viking standards. But I'm glad
you like them."
His dumbfoundedness erased her
self-consciousness. She gently pulled
the linen strips from his unresisting hands and let them fall to the floor with
her shirt. She picked up his left hand
and gently pressed it against her right breast.
Hiccup was barely conscious of this as he was still seeing her twirling
in front of him in his mind's eye, reliving the reveal over and over in giddy disbelief. The reality of the warm skin against his hand
broke through his reverie. Astrid
removed her hand from his, leaving him holding her strangely heavy breast. Its warmth stole through him but instead of
feeling soothed he felt electrified. His
scalp tingled and he was elated with happiness.
And, he realised, his entire body was pulsing with desire. His love for Astrid had always had a
reverential quality, a distant respectful awe that carried over from the days
when it was decidedly unrequited and seemingly hopeless. But his lust for her was of a different
calibre entirely. It was raw, demanding,
and immediate; it was not uplifting.
Ok, maybe he should rephrase that in his
internal monologue. It was definitely
uplifting in one sense. He glanced down
at himself. He was still fully-clothed
so his arousal was hidden from view under his leggings and tunic, pressed
against his body and becoming more insistent as his fingers found the raised,
slightly bumpy flesh of Astrid's very erect nipple. His shyness hadn't left him but some instinct
overcame it and he suddenly bent down and put his mouth over the nipple,
sucking on it tentatively and swirling his tongue around it. Astrid gasped in surprise and, amazed at his
own boldness, he straightened up quickly. The nipple was now wet and shone in
the candlelight. Feeling like the
proverbial kid in a candy store, he cupped her left breast in his other hand
and looked greedily from one to the other.
Astrid seemed content to stand there and wait to see what he would do
next. In fact, she was basking in the
flattery of his obvious enjoyment and appreciation. Her own desire was overtaking her
self-consciousness at taking off her clothes in front of Hiccup, but for now
she could wait and let his adoration stroke her ego rather than her clitoris.
Hiccup had no idea what Astrid was
thinking. It was amazing how alone with one's thoughts one could be when in a
position of such intimacy with another person, he observed as he cradled
one of her perfect breasts in each hand.
His right thumb circled her left nipple until it matched the right one
in erectness. He looked from one to the
other and figured he might as well see how both of them tasted. He leaned forward again and his lips found her
left nipple this time, sucking more confidently. If Astrid's nipples were getting as hard as
his penis, he must be doing something right.
He alternated sucking and thumbing, marvelling as the nipples grew
darker in colour and the skin around them crinkled and grew bumpier. Astrid looked down on the top of his head at
first, then put her head back and moaned.
As if by prior arrangement, something
snapped inside of them simultaneously.
Call it the hormones of youth,
the long months of waiting to reach this stage of their relationship, or a
reaction to the many near-death experiences they'd had together in battle, but
they began to tear at each other's clothes.
Astrid yanked off Hiccup's vest, and tried to pull his tunic over his
head but his belt prevented that. She
scrabbled at the buckle of his belt as he worked at hers with the same frantic
urgency. He got her belt unfastened
first, and his trembling fingers began fumbling at the knot in the leather laces
of her skirt. By now, Astrid had
Hiccup's belt and tunic off and was trying to tug his leggings down over his
hips without unlacing them first. They yanked
eagerly at each other's clothing until they were stymied by their boots. They collapsed onto the bed, and Hiccup slid
onto his knees on the floor, ripping at the laces of Astrid's boots until they
were loose enough to pull off, and hastily peeling her leggings off along with
them. With his own leggings still lodged
around his right boot and left prosthesis, he flung himself on top of Astrid,
who spread her legs to accommodate his leap, then wrapped them around him.
They'd both planned this moment in their
fantasies, touching themselves in their beds as they imagined making love for
the first time, savouring the slow reveal of bare skin, exploring each other's
bodies at leisure, making it sensual and romantic. Hiccup's fantasies were usually troubled by
the fear of hurting Astrid, and he was always the perfect gentleman in his
imagination, holding back however long it took to make the experience as gentle
and pain-free as possible for her. He
hadn't fully considered the intensity of his need to be inside her now.
Nor had Astrid—who, being Astrid, had contemplated the possible pain
in an interested but not fearful way—considered the urgency of her need to have Hiccup inside her now. There was no time to explore, to discover
each other's bodies separately before joining as one. Hiccup always imagined bringing Astrid off
several times with his hands and mouth before his penis ever went near her, and
Astrid had looked forward to seeing Hiccup's reaction to her hands and mouth on
his cock. She had planned to get a good
look at it before it took her virginity.
So much for that, she thought, as she
clutched at his back with one hand and pulled his head up to hers by the
other. Their mouths collided with such
force that they both tasted blood but didn't know whose it was. Hiccup's forearms braced against the bed
under her shoulders as he thrust his hips frenetically at Astrid's pelvis. He had no other thought in his head besides getting his penis in her vagina now,
yesterday, last month. He felt late
for the most important appointment of his life.
Somehow there was no time. If he
didn't get inside her now, he didn't
know what would happen, but something terrible, the universe would end, he
would explode, they both would. Of
course he could have stopped himself if she'd objected, but Astrid seemed to feel
the same sense of urgency. She untangled
her right hand from Hiccup's hair and reached down between the two of them. She grabbed his cock, a similar shock of
electricity coursing through her entire body as when Hiccup had touched her
breasts, and guided it into her labia and angled it straight at the entrance to
her vagina. Hiccup was still thrusting
wildly and she had barely pulled her hand away when he slammed into her. She cried out, in pain or pleasure or both,
and arched, throwing her head back so that Hiccup's mouth found her neck.
But their ravenous kisses had paused when
Astrid reached for his cock. They were
both so focused on the sensation of him being inside of her that everything
else ceased to exist. Hiccup closed his
eyes and gripped the bed as he pounded into Astrid as hard as he could, over
and over. He felt out of control; he
didn't recognize himself.
"Astrid!....Aaaastrid…!"
He panted again and again, unaware he was saying her name.
Astrid grunted and groaned, her nails
raking the skin off Hiccup's back. She
rose off the bed underneath him to grip him with all her limbs and thrust her
hips up to meet his. It might be
painful, she might be bruised and sore afterwards, but she was only dimly
conscious of that. She seemed to be all
need. Whatever facets might make up her
thoughts and feelings normally were all subsumed in this terrible need to be
one with Hiccup. If he thrust hard
enough, and she opened herself to him and took him in and held him tightly
enough, somehow they would become one being.
But it wasn't working, she scrabbled at his sweaty skin, grabbing
everywhere she could reach, pulling him closer, as if she could somehow pull
him into her completely, merging his flesh and his spirit into her own so she
would never have to let him go, so he'd understand how completely she loved
him, wanted him, needed him.
Hiccup abruptly stiffened and then
shuddered, moaning and convulsing as the most profound orgasm vibrated through
him from head to toe. His eyes were
closed but he saw stars explode behind his eyelids and he thought for one mad
second that he was going to black out.
He'd had no warning that he was about to come because the intensity of
the sensation of being inside Astrid had overshadowed the usual build-up to
climax. He hadn't felt like a man with a
penis, with friction gradually raising his excitement until he tipped over the
abyss into blissful orgasm. This was
nothing so decorous; this had felt primal.
He didn't have need; he was need.
Astrid felt the decalescent surge of Hiccup's
semen release inside of her. It was
strangely fulfilling. She felt oddly
complete, taking it in, gripping her sweaty boyfriend's hair as he collapsed
against her neck, and stroking his back.
Her desire was not quenched; she hadn't had the release of an orgasm yet
herself, but she let Hiccup pant against her, feeling sweat roll from his skin
onto hers. He was still inside her but
she could feel the come leaking out. Her
entire groin was throbbing.
Suddenly Hiccup pushed himself onto his
elbows and sought her gaze. He smiled
sheepishly but his eyes held concern.
"All my plans to take it slow and be
gentle…..I don't know what came over me….Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"
In truth, Astrid didn't know. It had been kind of like battle — the
adrenaline rush, the focus on the moment, were so intense that there was no space
for pain to get her attention. She had
known from her own explorations that she had lost at least most of her hymen
long since, an occupational hazard of her Viking warrior lifestyle, but she
knew that fitting Hiccup inside her the first time would still be likely to
hurt.
But the lust that had made them tear into
each other like wild dragons had obscured that.
She hadn't even gotten a good look at Hiccup's penis to see how big it
was. All of their exploring, learning
each other's bodies, would have to come later, after rather than before they
made love for the first time. Was that
making love? It had seemed so primal, more
like possession or scratching the most intense itch, than anything to do with
love per se. She loved Hiccup, no doubt
about that, but this rough need to fuck – yes, she had to admit, that was a
more fitting term than making love – was something else.
And the need was still there.
She looked up into his earnest green eyes
and smiled.
"No, you didn't hurt me. I wanted you inside me so badly, I forgot all
about it hurting the first time. I
felt....out of control. I didn't want to
stop, no matter how much it hurt."
Astrid furrowed her brow. Being
fully in control at all times was a quality she valued in herself. What had happened here? She'd known Hiccup her entire life; she saw
him everyday. She'd been in love with
him for over a year now. Maybe that was
it. Desire held in check for so long on
both sides, the dam had finally burst.
"You didn't…I mean, I'm sorry I
couldn't hold back. It doesn't seem
fair…" Hiccup trailed off. He was overwhelmed by what had just happened
between them, but lucid enough to realise that he had come and Astrid
hadn't. He knew from guys boasting
around the village that girls didn't usually orgasm from intercourse
alone. Maybe now that the edge was off
his desire – or, more accurately, his all-consuming lustful need for her – they
could do some of that exploring of each other's bodies. Hiccup had been fantasizing about seeing
Astrid naked for years but, when he had finally got her kit off, he hadn't even
had a proper look before he was on top of her.
It had been more like wrestling a wild dragon than making love to the
girl of his dreams.
He was still propped up on his elbows,
looking at Astrid's beautiful face, now flushed, with wisps of damp blonde hair
stuck to it. Her lips looked swollen and
he kissed them lightly, barely brushing them before kissing his way down her
neck. He licked perspiration out of the
indentation above her collar bone and crawled backwards on his forearms until
he confronted her breasts. Undoubtedly,
they must have been squashed by his fierce lovemaking and he made it up to them
with light touches and delicate kisses.
He would spend more time in this heaven later, a lifetime of it, but
just now he wanted to keep moving south.
He inched his elbows backward until his hands found Astrid's waist. Her hips curved invitingly below. He kissed her abdomen, enjoying the mixture
of fit muscles and feminine softness in her physique. Her public hair was blonde, but a darker
shade than her head. It tickled his chin
as he kissed and nibbled his way down to the treasure he was seeking. He
slipped his tongue in where her nether lips parted. The taste was unique, complex. He tasted his own semen, sweat, Astrid's
secretions, and something sharp and metallic that could have been a tiny bit of
blood mixed in. Using his fingers to
part her labia, he drew back to look at Astrid's most private parts. Everything looked engorged, like the swelling
before a bruise where you've taken a hard hit.
Her vaginal opening was very wet, and glistened in the candle
light. His parting of her lips had pulled
back her clitoral hood and he could see the tip of the nub peeking out. He licked it experimentally and Astrid
shuddered. He licked again, and then again,
swirling his tongue around it. Holding
her outer labia apart with just his right hand now, he poked his left index
finger inside Astrid's vagina. She
flinched as if it stung and he withdrew it.
His frenzied fucking had made her a little raw and sore. Thanks to him, Astrid was no longer a virgin. He was the first man to get inside her. And the last, and the only one ever, he
hoped.
Hiccup was not a large man, and didn't
consider himself to be particularly well-endowed by Viking standards. In fact, when he finally had to show Astrid
his cock, he had expected to feel as self-conscious about it as she had felt
about her breasts. But, in the end,
there had been no time to feel anything but yearning, and a need to put that
cock inside Astrid. The walls of her
vagina had tightly enveloped his finger just now. He could not imagine how his erect penis had
fit in that same space. I was the first, he thought again, and
his finger played around the entrance to her vagina once more, drawn to this hitherto
forbidden, magic place, despite its obvious soreness. Astrid shifted her hips and Hiccup turned his
attention back to her clitoris. He
teased it with his mouth until Astrid grabbed his head and made it clear she
wanted him to develop a rhythm. He slid
a slim finger in and out of her vagina in the same rhythm, and she no longer
flinched but ground her pelvis down onto it.
Rhythm was something he could understand;
he had long-practiced ones for getting himself off. But what was Astrid's rhythm? Her body seemed so much more complex than
his, with many sensitive places to touch and stimulate. From the day he discovered how it felt to
slide his foreskin up and down his shaft, he was pretty much content. It was the only built-in toy he needed. Did Astrid put her fingers inside when she
pleasured herself? Did she touch her own
breasts? He would have to watch her
sometime.
Astrid was so awe-struck that she was lying
naked in Hiccup's bed, with Hiccup actually going down on her, a Hiccup that
she had just fucked like a mad dragon, that she was having a hard time focusing
on the physical sensations. She
concentrated, guiding Hiccup's head with her hands until she felt the deep note
of tightness that signalled the crescendo was beginning. The fact that she was about to come was
inconsequential; the point was that Hiccup
was making her come. She'd come by
herself, many times, imagining this moment.
But the relentless momentum of the build-up forced her thoughts back to
her body, to the feeling of Hiccup's finger sliding in and out of her sore,
swollen entrance and his mouth working eagerly at her clit, trying his utmost
to give her pleasure. The tension rose
and spread outward, contracting her abdomen and her thighs, curling her toes
and alternately balling her fingers into fists and stretching them wide open. She squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced,
forgetting to breathe.
It was obvious to Hiccup that Astrid was
getting close. She made no sound, but
her body language spoke clearly. As her
hands on his head tensed and released, they pulled his hair painfully. Her thighs closed around his ears and she
strained her pelvis up to meet his mouth and his hands, holding it there taut,
no longer rocking it forward and back.
How much longer could she stay like that? As soon as the question had formed, he had
his answer: Astrid expelled her breath, gasped, and cried out just as Hiccup
felt her vaginal walls contracting around his finger and her pelvis juddering,
jerking her clit out of his mouth. Her
whole body shook. As the tremors
subsided, he could see her pulse beating rapidly in her abdomen. Her thighs and fingers released his head.
"That was amazing!" He
exclaimed. Hiccup was hard again, aroused
by the sights, sounds, tastes, and sensations of Astrid having an orgasm in
front of him – not just in front of him, thanks to him. He did this.
He was aching to be inside her again, but was she up for more?
He had his answer when Astrid suddenly sat
up, reached for his shoulders, and flipped him on his back, straddling his
thighs and contemplating his erection.
So that is what had been inside her, she
thought. How in the…? Well, it had worked once…. Astrid rose to her knees, scooted herself
forward, and lowered herself slowly onto Hiccup.
Hiccup moaned and closed his eyes as he
felt her weight settle onto his pelvis and her blissfully tight vagina surround
his cock. But he opened his eyes quickly
because he wanted to look at her in the candlelight. Astrid's blue eyes were searching his
face. Her fingers found his and she slid
both of his hands up above his head as she clasped them, leaning over him,
breasts dangling, holding him down. She
rolled her hips forward and back experimentally, searching for a rhythm, smiled
when she found it, and lowered her lips to Hiccup's. In stark contrast to their earlier frenzied
coupling, they made love slowly, savouring the intimacy.
They kissed much more gently than earlier,
touching just the tips of their tongues.
Astrid found that she could stimulate her clit against Hiccup's public
bone if she angled herself just right.
She brought herself off against him, hoping that what was working for
her was working for him. She needn't
have worried; Hiccup was so aroused by Astrid riding him like he was her pet
dragon that it was all he could do to hold back from the edge. If she didn't come soon, he was going to have
to start reciting statistics from the Book of Dragons.
Astrid undulated faster against Hiccup, throwing her head back and then letting it
fall forward so her hair brushed his face and chest. She held her breath again, squeezing his
hands painfully against the bed. Then
she gasped and cried out, "Oh, gods, Hiccup!" and he again felt her
vaginal muscles spasming, this time on his cock, and he immediately let go and
came too. Astrid collapsed, breathing
hard, her perspiring face against his neck.
Suddenly the front door banged open. A rush of cold air made the candle flames
dance wildly.
"Hiccup! I'm home!" Boomed Stoick's voice. "Why is Toothless outside? I thought he preferred to stay warm by the
fire?"
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